Mated To An Untamed Alpha

AMELIA’S POV

“Amelia!”

I cussed under my breath at the sound of my name from the devil's mouth; my name in her mouth will forever be my worst nightmare.

“Don't let me call you again, or your punishment will be doubled." She said that each word had an undertone that sent chills down my spine. She was always impatient when it came to melting out punishment.

I paused the cleaning I was doing and rushed to her room, or, should I say, hell room. She was waiting by her makeup table with her hands crossed and her signature death glare on her face.

“Why is my table dusty?” She asked, her eyebrows raised, her eyes boring into my skull.

I avoided her eyes and kept my head slightly bowed as the hierarchy demanded a maid for Luna.

“Huh?” I asked, confused. I had just cleaned the table, so how could it be dusty?

I felt a hard slap on the side of my head, making me wince. “I don't repeat myself,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. Where she had hit me stung, but I dared not do anything.

“I just cleaned the table, Luna Chloe. I don't know how it is dusty,” I replied with a shaky voice.

“So you are insinuating that I am a liar?” She asked, her eyes narrowing into deadly slits.

“No, no, Luna.”

I was interrupted by another hard slap and my ear being pulled. I whimpered from the pain, following whatever she pulled at, or else I could risk detaching it from my head.

"Please, ma, please, Luna... I will clean them again." I begged as tears gathered in my eyes from the pain.

She finally let go and hissed, “Everywhere in the room should be spotless; clean everything again, or else I will pull your ear from your head,” she said.

“Yeah, ma,” I said quickly with a nod. It was already noon, and I had yet to eat anything. I spent the entire morning cleaning her room, and now she wanted me to spend the entire afternoon cleaning it again.

She walked past me while muttering, “Such a useless existence, beauty without brains; I will show you why I'm Luna and you are just a filthy maid.”.

As soon as she left, I slumped in relief. Her presence always had me on edge, and thinking about it was not surprising because she seemed to have a personal beef with me. She was the devil's incarnate and was known for her wickedness towards the maids, but for some reason, mine was double wickedness. I heard from other maids that it was because she felt insecure about her appearance, so she chose to torment those who were prettier than her. Some also said she didn't want any females to attract the alpha with their beauty, so she mistreated the maids, especially the most beautiful ones, of which I turned out to be one.

I never understood the logic of being punished or treated like trash for something I can't control, but then, who am I to resist?

I was an orphan with nobody, and I was also an Omega with a weak wolf; that was the bare bottom of the werewolf hierarchy. Life was pure hell for people like me; it was the ultimate torture.

People had a permanent mocking glance for me, and their words were anything but sweet.

“Mutt”

“Rabid dog”

“Weak wolf

“Sad excuse of a wolf”

The insults never end; every day I hear them from people so much that I do not even feel anything. Their words were like hard bricks, but I was numb to them at this point.

The only way I could liberate myself from such fate was by finding my mate, but that too was looking so impossible with my ill luck.

Ever since I was a child, I kept dreaming of finding my mate—that man that was made for me. That man who was supposed to wipe my tears and protect me from this cruel world. But I am twenty years old now and still have no mate in sight.

Other lucky female wolves I have heard of were able to find their mate within months after their first shift. But I was never that lucky; I was the personification of bad luck.

I heard some footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly resumed my work and increased my speed.

The footsteps suddenly stopped just outside the door, and another set of footsteps came running. I kept my ears peeled to hear their conversation.

“Luna Chloe, two female wolves have suddenly gone missing,” the person announced.

“Again? Is the shadow moon pack trying to start a war with us? They can't keep kidnapping our people; this is sheer audacityy." Chloe said, her voice lighter than it was expected to be.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her fake concern. My pack, the Blue Moon Pack, has been under Alpha Marcus and Luna Chloe's rule for years, and it was nothing to write home about.

Alpha Marcus was a chronic drunkard and gambler who left the pack in wretchedness, poverty, and shambles. He didn't care about the pack and its people, just about the money that came in after extortion. He squandered the money for his selfish interests, driving the pack into more poverty.

Luna Chloe, on the other hand, only cared about the power that came with being a Luna; she loved to be in control and have people worship the ground she worked on, which is why she was so scared of losing her Luna position should Marcus find a prettier woman to be his Luna.

They were both nonchalant about anything that went on in the pack as long as it did not affect them directly. They were terrible leaders.

The pack was weak and vulnerable, so that was why the shadow moon pack could wage war against us and kidnap our males as slaves and females as breeders without any repercussions.

“Inform the Alpha of the new development; we need to tackle this problem as soon as possible,” Luna Chloe said.

Oh, please, like you care about a random missing female in the pack. If it was up to you, you would get rid of all the females just to secure your position.

Shit!

I cussed as the door knob turned and Luna Chloe walked in. I went back to work, my eyes purposefully avoiding hers, staring hard at the matte surface I was cleaning like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Are you still cleaning this spot since I left, or have you been eavesdropping on my conversation?” Luna Chloe yelled as she approached me with angry eyes.