Chapter 6

Alisa Morgan*

I wiped the thirtieth pair of shoes, placing them back inside their place, and then quickly began to go through Sasha’s closet. I knew she was going to wear a skimpy eye drizzly dress tomorrow for the ceremony.

She had been looking forward to it since a year ago and had a dress especially done for the evening when they will announce her as the pack's luna.

Her dress hung on a hook next to a full-size mirror inside a black bag made of cloth. I couldn't help but envy her.

If destiny had been a bit different, and my parents were still alive, maybe that dress would be mine. I would be the new Luna and would become Boston’s mate. Just as our goddess had intended things to be, but only fate knew why things had ended the way they did. And the goddess played a huge part in it, how can she betray her own creation? Why did she create me if she was going to make me the odd one out? Truth be told I rather be nonexistent than go through all this.

I never asked to be born in the first place!! Fuck the moon goddess!

Even with my deep thoughts, curiosity got the best of me. I began to unzip the bag, admiring the shimmer of her light purple dress she was going to wear tomorrow. I imagined how it would fit me, as I took it out of the bag and placed it over my body to see it in the mirror. "It would definitely look better on you, Alisa," Bea says, making my eyes water as I chuckle.

"Thanks bea, but let's face it. Even if it did, it's not my style and color. Besides, I will never be able to have any of these things. But it's good to dream...right?" I say, forcing a smile, making her retract in a whimper to the back of my head.

The pain of my rejection was still a fresh wound inside of me. I placed the dress back, zipped the bag, and fell to my knees. I began sobbing again, fisting my hands as realization dawned on me. It was just about one in the morning, and if Sasha wasn't back yet, it meant she was with Boston. They were together, and the thought of him being intimate with her hurt, even if he wasn't mine anymore. I crawled into a ball, crying and feeling pathetic, no, I was born pathetic. I was soon destined to become no more than a slave.

A slave to one of the two most feared packs by our own king. If he feared them, I can only imagine how everyone else feels around them. I got up, and went home, ready to call it an end, and hoped that whichever pack decided to take me in, would allow me to take a few things with me.

It was around three in the morning and I was still not able to sleep. I decided to go about my day, getting ready. I took a quick shower, feeling the cold water, making me shiver. I had long gotten used to the fact that hot water was for the privilege, and it did not include me. I changed into baggy ripped jeans, a worn-out t-shirt that used to belong to mom, I remember she wore this to our berry farm, and my workout dirty colored sneakers.

They felt awful, since I didn't own any socks, and the inside was past worn out, all my socks were as worn out as a toilet rags, but hey... I'll manage.

I ran toward the pack house and started to see the kitchen already busy. My eyes went wide as the pack caretaker came running, pulling me by my arm.

"What took you so long? It's nearly five and we need to get breakfast finished. One of the packs arrived last night, and the second pack is soon arriving. Luna Nina has instructed me to have breakfast before everyone wakes up. Everything needs to be perfect, got it?" she says, pulling me toward the long kitchen. If she was being careless to call our luna by her first, it meant she was nervous and didn't realize her mistake. It made everyone else look at her in shock, but doubt she realized.

"Alright.”I say, feeling a bit of pity at how everyone looked so scared and nervous. If they were so frantic, it only meant one thing...our alpha was especially on edge. Which meant he would not like any mishaps.

She began to take out the needed ingredients. "Luna wants you to make your best honey mustard. It needs to be your best, and I am warning you, child... Do not mess this up or we are all done for." she says, making me worried. I mean, seriously, how bad can it be to make a honey mustard or something? But, she's right, alpha Damon was one hell of a fucking asshole demon.

The last I need is for me to be on his bad side or the other alphas. I'm now destined to be a slave to one of them and if I'm lucky, the one less likely to kill me will take me in if they see a preference for my cooking. "They can even make you their official chef," Bea chipped in with hope . "If we were so lucky... I hope you're right, shuga." I say through our mind link.

Fifteen minutes after the whole kitchen soon became engulfed with the sweet honey aroma. It made a few of the Servants smile, making me feel a bit proud. But I knew better than to show it.

But just as I was bringing out the last batch, alpha Damon came in with Sasha and her father, his beta Livid.

"There she is, daddy. Make her give it back, tell her to give them back to me," she says, crying, making everyone turn, looking at him in shock.

Alpha's gaze on me was deadly, filled with hatred, disgust and disappointment. He sighs, closes his eyes, and nods to his beta, gesturing for him to grab me. "I always knew you were a disgrace, Alisa. How could you steal from the future luna, are you that jealous of her and couldn’t hide it anymore?" he says, making me confused. His beta grabs my hand and pulls me away.

"What? No... I haven't stolen anything, I swear." I say as I begin to panic. Sasha face gleamed as she wink me before she resumed her fresh tears of lies, and I knew that moment she was setting me up.

That conniving bitch!! From far in my head I heard Bea curse bitterly.

"You were the only one in my room last night. How could you steal from me Alisa, I treated you nice and this is how you return the favor. Just bring it out and I will tell the alpha to go easy on you.”?she says, making me feel dumbfounded. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I swear I didn't take anything. I’ve never stolen anything before please believe me.” I pleaded on my knees.

"Who asked you to talk, keep your liar of a mouth shut.” he says, striking me with the back of his hand across my face and t stings like hell. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. I will not tolerate anyone taking what is not yours. Take her to the dungeon but after she gets twenty five lashes as her first punishment." he says to his beta, looking at me menacingly.

His beta, dragged me away, making heads pop from inside their rooms to see the commotion. I wasn't just embarrassed, I was hurt, and angered. This pack has done nothing but treated me like trash, and I feared it would never end. I knew why they were doing this... They were probably making sure the visiting packs had the wrong impression of me. They knew if they don’t they'd ensure I had bad treatment there too.

"Please... I swear, I didn't steal a thing from you, Sasha, You know I wouldn't, I've never touched any of your things." I pleaded with her as her father the beta pulled me past the living room and out of the pack house, toward the dungeons.

“Shut up, don’t dare deny it…my daughter would never lie.” Livid said as he placed more pressure to my arm, his fangs elongated and he pierced it with it..the pain was out of this world as I felt my eyes went dark for a millisecond.

"You dirty liar, I know you will keep on denying it. You were the only one in my room. I trusted you enough to be the only one to clean my stuff, and look how you repay me?" she adds, making me look at her in anger.

"Enough. Take her away." Boston says, coming out of the pack house with nothing but Boxer and singlet. But my eyes went wide as I see the mark on his neck. It was until then that I realized - Sasha had been marked too. That's why she hadn't come back to her room last night. They were together, and they had completed their mating bond, marking each other.

I was done for. All these years Sasha had anticipated being his luna. She longed for him to mark her and give her the power to do whatever she wanted with me. The only thing now standing in her way was the ceremony. Once he was alpha, she had all authority to do as she pleased. And that began-with making sure to have my head on a silver platter. She knew I was demoted, once again, but if she found out Boston had sentenced me to be one of the Slaves he wanted to give the visiting pack as a peace offering, she was going to make sure I didn't leave. Otherwise - how could she have my head.

I was her fun toy and she will hate to see me leave with my head on my neck.