บท 2: 2-The Runaway Teen.
Helanie:
Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying.
When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack.
It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then.
Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help.
It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.
"Ugh!" A sorrowful groan escaped as I tried to push myself to my feet, only to collapse once again.
Those Alphas showed me no mercy, even when I wore the pendant that was supposed to keep them from losing control.
I barely had any clothing left. My undergarments were ripped away, and the dress I wore was torn apart from the shoulders down.
But it was still enough to cover at least part of my body.
I started my journey home on foot with much difficulty. By the time I reached the pack, it was broad daylight.
"Isn't she the girl who lures wolves with her indecent scent? Where do you think she was the entire night? And look at her—Oh My! Did she lose her virginity?"
The loud gasp of a woman reminded me that I had reached the omega neighborhood. I crossed my arms over my body, trying to shield myself as much as I could.
I kept my eyes down, unable to bear the judgmental stares of those who passed by.
"Nile's daughter. I told that old man to keep her chained up in the basement. He never listened. Thought he could prevent something like this with that pendant."
The voices continued, but my steps never faltered. It was unbelievable that no one offered me even a sheet to cover myself, yet they had already spread the news to my home.
Before I even arrived, my father was standing at the top of the stairs. The neighbors trailed behind me, beside me, taunting and sneering.
Once I reached the bottom of the steps, they stopped following.
With my gaze fixed on the ground, I climbed the stairs in silence and entered the house. My father didn't say a word until the door slammed shut.
That's when I felt the sting of a slap against my cheek, the burn searing my skin as I clutched the wall to keep from falling.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You wanted us punished for neglecting you all these years, and this is how you made yourself known to us and everyone else!" my stepmother, Larissa, shouted, pointing her finger at me. She wore her usual heavy eyeliner, glossy red lipstick, fake nails, and a golden dress.
My father couldn't afford my college fee, but she sure had money for her endless salon visits.
"I told you to marry her off to some old widower. Wasting money on her education, and this is how she repays us!" my stepbrother, nineteen and full of contempt, hissed as he punched his palm and paced the room.
Our house was small and very dark. During the daytime, we didn't turn on any lights because the electricity bill was too high.
We were really struggling with money, but I was the only one who had to sacrifice her desires.
I stood with my hand on my cheek, wondering if any of them would ever come to give me a hug. I was beyond shattered. My existence had been questioned.
My body ached, feeling as though it had been nothing but a gutter for those Alphas last night, and that thought alone made me want to burn the entire pack to the ground.
"I'm going to marry you off to the omega next door!" my father growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging me toward the pantry on the other side of the house, which we now used to store old blankets.
"No! Wait—" I planted my hands on the doorframe, forcing my body to stay outside. Afraid of the dark and confined spaces, I begged through hiccups for him not to do this to me. I needed attention for my wounds and injuries.
"Ask her why she wasn't at her friend's house like she said she would be," Sullivan, my stepbrother, sneered. He wasn't the typical sibling—he despised his sisters, me, and my little stepsister. He always claimed we'd be the reason they'd hang their heads in shame one day.
That's when I realized—they didn't know the whole truth about last night. They only saw the blood between my legs and my torn clothes and assumed I'd lost my virginity.
Even though my condition should have told them I was forced.
"I was meeting Alpha Altan, my boyfriend," I blurted out, my voice trembling. The moment I said it, my father's grip on my back softened.
He let go of me, and I turned around to watch them exchange glances.
"What did you say?" Larissa stepped toward me, her heels clicking against the floorboards.
"I've been dating Alpha Altan for some time now," I stammered through hiccups. However, I noticed my father's eyes light up with a sudden gleam.
"Did he—take your virginity?" There was a hidden excitement in my father's voice, as though he was already planning to trap Alpha Altan into marrying me.
"No!" I had to shatter their twisted hopes. "I was gang rap*d, and he ran away like a coward." I broke down, collapsing to the ground as gasps filled the room.
"AUGH! This is why—I've been telling you to get rid of her!" Sullivan bellowed, his voice booming through the house.
"Wait, wait! If what she's saying is true, I can speak to Alpha Diaz. If his son was really dating Helanie, I can convince them to either accept her or provide us with some aid," my father murmured, his mind already calculating his next move in this dangerous game.
"But before that, I want her gone," Sullivan growled, unable to contain his rage any longer. He lunged toward me, gripping my hair in his fist as he dragged me toward the pantry.
I was still on my knees, too weak to resist. I couldn't balance myself or fight back. I fell into the pantry, and the door slammed shut in my face.
Pain rushed back into my body as the darkness swallowed me whole. Trapped in the suffocating space, I relived every nightmare—every harsh treatment from childhood to the horrors of the previous night. It was all too much, and I lifted my head in despair, questioning the Moon Goddess.
"Where were you when your alphas tore apart my dignity and self-esteem?" I whispered, tears spilling silently down my face.
"Huh? Where were you when I walked home naked? Do you only care about alphas, gammas, and betas? What about omegas? Why did you create us if you never intended for your royals to accept us into their packs?" I hiccuped, covering my face with my hands as sobs wracked my body.
Shaking my head, I uncovered my face and muttered, "I will never forgive you for not coming to my rescue. If you can't save me, you have no right to decide anything for me. I swear, I will defy you at every turn. I promise you, I will not accept the mate you have chosen for me. And I will punish your alphas."
I broke down again, the weight of it all crashing over me. I had begged her for a mate who could take me away from this toxic pack and its cruel people. She never listened. Instead, she cursed me with these pheromones that made me a target.
I had only just dozed off when the door creaked open, jolting me awake. I quickly held my breath and straightened my posture, only to find my stepmother standing before me with a tray of food. The pantry was so cramped that only one person could sit in it. She knelt down and placed the tray on the floor, her head turned to the side.
"Eat, or else you'll starve to death," she said, her voice carrying an unexpected hint of care. But she didn't linger; she left swiftly, slamming the door shut behind her.
The darkness returned, but the small candle on the tray provided some light. I had just grabbed the loaf of bread when the door opened again, this time with more secrecy.
"Helanie! Oh my Goddess, are you okay?" It was Vani, my fourteen-year-old stepsister. Unlike Sullivan and Larissa, we had a strong bond. Though her mother didn't allow her to spend much time with me, Vani always found ways to be around.
"I heard what happened. I don't know how to ease your pain, but—" she stammered, reaching out to take the tray from me. Her action was unexpected. I thought she would be happy that at least I had food.
My lips were so dry I couldn't ask her why she had taken the food. But she began speaking before I could.
"Dad went to Alpha Diaz to talk about you. His son—Alpha Altan—denied ever dating or having feelings for you. He claimed you are lying," she whispered softly, lowering her head. I wasn't surprised; I had expected this. The man who failed to defend me last night wouldn't admit to our relationship.
"His father was furious. He said you must have wanted the attention of the alphas to secure a chosen mate for yourself and that you brought this upon yourself," Vani said, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness.
"It is not true," I whimpered.
"I know. I believe you, Helanie. But everyone else is siding with Alpha Diaz, and he offered Dad a large sum to get rid of you," she said, her words making my heart stop.
"It's poisoned. Alpha Diaz must have known there's some truth to your accusations. He wants you gone before his son's official crowning. Helanie! This home is no longer safe for you," she spoke urgently, her voice trembling with fear.
"I've packed a bag for you. You need to run away because if you're found dead in this pantry by morning, Dad will kill you with his bare hands." Each of her words sent shivers down my spine.
"Come on. We don't have much time. Dad and Sullivan are asleep, and so is Mom. They want to wake up and find you dead. It's dark outside, so it is a perfect time for you to escape," she urged, holding my hand and pulling me out of the pantry. She handed me a dress to wear over my old clothes.
"But where would I go? I don't know any other place," I pleaded, realizing I was begging a child who was doing her best to keep me alive.
"Go to the woods. Your biological mother is in the rogue community. You'll find her if you head toward the Great Mountains. Just please go. These people will kill you," Vani insisted, her desperation clear. I quickly donned the dress, grabbed my bag, and followed her instructions.
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บท 3: 3-No Home For Me.
Helanie:
The woods inside the pack were intimidating, but the forest beyond the pack's borders was far more treacherous. I tightened my grip on my bag strap and took a cautious step forward.
I despised this feeling of homelessness. The sense of security I once believed was mine to cherish had now become an illusion.
I couldn't even bear to think about Altan and how he abandoned me at the subway that night. If only he had fought to protect me, I wouldn't be fleeing like a rogue now.
Every growl in the distance sent a chill through my body.
"There's only one place I can go," I muttered under my breath, biting my bottom lip as the thought of meeting my biological mother after so many years crossed my mind.
She was the only one I could turn to now. My father said the rest of the family despised me because I reminded them of her.
It was unfair, considering it wasn't like my mother had chosen to leave my father. She had no choice—especially when he came home with his second mate and children. The betrayal had been too much for her, his fated mate.
But I still remember what she said to me the last time we met.
"The betrayal of your father is nothing compared to you choosing to live with the man who hurt me. You let me down, Nie!"
I closed my eyes, swallowing back tears, and pressed on, fear gnawing at my heart. I avoided the open roads, knowing I didn't want to be spotted by creatures who weren't bound by any rules or restrictions.
I'd be an easy target for them.
I'd heard my mother had moved in with the rogue king a few years ago, and it wasn't a secret where his mansion was.
He was the wealthiest rogue and had established his own academy, where he trained warriors and alphas for high-ranking battles.
He'd been living in the mountains with his four sons—and my mother—all this time. The trek was exhausting.
I don't know how I managed not to get robbed or attacked while wandering through the wilderness, but I suppose the Moon Goddess had finally taken pity on me.
After hours of walking, just as my knees were about to give out, I looked ahead and saw the peak of the mountain and a massive building coming into view.
"Mom will be so broken when she sees me like this," I whispered in a broken voice, my existence shaken to the core, as I forced myself to continue up the trail toward the mountain's summit.
When I finally reached the top, panting and exhausted, I found an entirely new world awaiting me. The building before me was the academy, but beyond it, down the trail on the other side of the mountain, stood the grand mansion, towering over everything.
I could see people from where I stood.
"Excuse me, who are you? You cannot trespass on this land," a guard's voice startled me as he approached. Ever since that night, anyone getting too close felt like a threat to me.
"I'm here to meet my mother," I whispered so softly that he had to narrow his eyes and lean in to hear. "My mother. I'm her guest."
He pulled back, frowning. "Your mother lives here?"
He gestured toward the academy, and I quickly shook my head. Through the windows and open hallways on the second floor of the academy, I saw a few students watching curiously. They were probably wondering who I was—someone so frail and disheveled, a sight they likely hadn't seen before.
"My mother lives with the rogue king. She's his mate," I explained quietly.
The moment I said that, the guard's eyes widened in surprise. I had heard remarkable things about the rogue king, but seeing the respect his guards had for him in person was something else entirely.
"Come with me," the guard commanded, motioning for me to follow him. He led me to his SUV, and thankfully, the rest of the journey wasn't on foot. My legs were already killing me, and I hadn't eaten anything since the incident.
I wasn't even sure how I had made it this far, but perhaps the will to survive had awakened something deep within me.
The mansion behind the mountains was enormous, standing proudly amidst lush greenery, towering trees, and the dense forest behind it.
The mansion resembled a black castle, with open hallways on each floor and black stone towers flanking both sides. The guard stopped the car and helped me out, guiding me toward the main gate.
"Inform Lady Ursula that her daughter is here," the guard instructed the warrior stationed at the grand entrance.
I took the opportunity to glance around and noticed how fresh the air was in this part of the land. A gentle breeze stirred the trees, making them sway rhythmically, and the birds chirped joyfully. In one of the many gardens, a stunning fountain caught my eye—a sight I hadn't expected.
I had always believed rogues lived like savages—that's what my father used to say. Even when the academy gained fame, rumors persisted that these people were nothing like civilized werewolves.
The guard who had brought me here left in his SUV, leaving me standing outside the gate, waiting for a glimpse of my mother.
After a few minutes, the front door opened, and there she was. The driveway was long, and she walked briskly toward me, her white high heels clicking against the ground. Yet, she carried herself with such grace that she didn't stumble even once.
Her golden hair was now a slightly darker shade, as if she had been dyeing it, but it was styled impeccably, just barely grazing her neck. The white dress she wore was elegant, made from what looked like luxurious silk.
I forced a shaky smile, ready to collapse into her arms and tell her everything I had endured in that cruel pack.
"Mom—" I had barely taken a step toward her when she raised her hand, signaling me to stop.
"Why the hell are you here now? Huh? What happened, did your father shut you out too? Is that why you've come crawling back?" The bitterness in her voice left me speechless. A deep frown marred her face as she looked at me with disdain. She waved a dismissive hand at me, continuing, "Get the f*** out of here."
She didn't even curse loudly, muting herself when saying the harsh word. It was clear—she was playing the role of the rogue king's sophisticated new mate.
"But I have nowhere else to go," my voice trembled as I spoke, and it felt like my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. The shakiness in my tone revealed the pain I had endured, yet it did nothing to disturb her composed demeanor.
"Go ask your father to find you a place. You and I—we are nothing to each other. We stopped being each other's everything the moment you chose him over me," she spat, her eyes filled with so much anger that I began to wonder if this door had truly been closed for me forever.
"I can't go back to him. I don't want to—" I broke down, standing before my mother, sobbing into my hands.
"Well, then I suppose you're on your own, just as I was. Now go, it's time for my son's arrival—" Her eyes lit up as she noticed someone behind me. A car pulled up, but instead of driving up the long driveway, it stopped beside us.
My mother glanced at me briefly, gesturing with her hands for me to step aside, but I couldn't move. I needed shelter, a roof over my head.
A tall man in black sunglasses and a sleek black suit emerged from the car. His towering presence, probably over 6 feet 6 inches, made me instinctively step aside. His veiny hands sported an expensive watch, and one of his broad fingers bore a blue ring and a tattoo of a sword in the storm on the back of his left hand.
"My son, Norman!" my mother exclaimed, faking a smile as she hurried over to greet him. She didn't even welcome her own child with such enthusiasm, yet here she was, eager to please her mate's son.
"How many times do I have to remind you not to call me your son?" His voice was so deep it sent chills down my spine.
"I'm sorry, I must've forgotten. Seeing you excites me so much," she replied, trying desperately to win his favor. All I needed was one smile from her, and I would have fallen to my knees in gratitude.
"Who's this?" Norman asked, barely giving me a glance. His cologne was sweet and mysterious.
"I am—" I barely got the words out before my mother silenced me with her harsh response.
"She's here for a maid's position," she said, and my heart shattered, the words cutting deeper than any blade. My own mother was ashamed to call me her daughter?
"We don't need any more maids. Dismiss her and send her on her way," Norman waved his hand dismissively before stepping into his car and driving up the long driveway.
My mother quickly grabbed my arm, shaking me as she hissed, "You heard him. Now go away!"
She covered my mouth with her hand, muffling any response I might have had. Without another word, she spun on her heel and hurried after her 'son.'
I stared down at the spot where she had touched me, my arm still tingling from the roughness of her grip. A flood of tears escaped my eyes. What had happened to her touch? It used to be so gentle, so full of love.
Even after she disappeared, I stood frozen, unsure of where to go. I had no place to return to, nowhere to seek refuge.
"HONK!"
Startled, my body jolted, and I turned to see another car pulling up behind me. This time, an older man stepped out. He removed his sunglasses, studying me intently.
"What are you doing just standing there? Bow before the rogue king!" a guard hissed at me from behind the older man.
I quickly lowered my head in respect, clasping my hands nervously in front of me.
"Who are you?" the man asked, his voice calm but commanding.
"I'm your mate's daughter, but don't worry, I'll be leaving now," I replied, ready to turn and go when he surprised me with his response.
"You don't need to leave."
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