Claimed by THE LYCAN KING

Lyra's POV

Being the daughter of an Alpha is not as great as people think it is. People think it's special but it can be very hard and worse if you're despised by pack members. You have to behave a certain way, you're forever in the limelight when most times you just want to be left alone and people expect a lot from you.

I stood by my window in the pack house and watched as decorations were being hung. Omegas chattered while working and following the directions of Calantha, the head Omega.

The air was filled with a sense of urgency as they prepared for an event that was still a mystery to me because no one bothered to hint me in on what was happening and I wasn't a bit interested. I was hoping I wouldn't be involved in any drama today.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness creeping over me, which made me wish I was there amidst them, happy and working alongside them. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was fine without others, I still wanted to be a part of them.

I, Lyra Darko, was the daughter of Alpha Owen Darko of the Frostbite Pack. I should be loved by my father and mother but I wasn't. My mother was dead, and my stepmom, Luna Ophelia, and stepsister, Kaida, despised me. I'm so sure a part of them wished they could get rid of me.

I was relentlessly reminded of being a curse because my mother died after she gave birth to me. My father blamed me as well and I'm constantly maltreated but I have accepted this life long ago. The pack members weren't left out of my misery as they turned against me, cursing my very existence. Running away from the pack has regularly crossed my mind but that would only make me a Rogue.

Rogues were hunted by the werewolves and would end up as slaves or dead when found. They were believed to be exiled or banished wolves, a threat to the pack and they also lacked control.

From where I stood, I observed Calantha, who summoned me with a wave. But I motioned no to her. She frowned at my reluctance to come to her, and she waved more insistently this time.

I ignored her signals and turned towards my bed from the window side. I chose to retreat into isolation once more.

I exhaled loudly and sat on my bed. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of laughter and playful chatter coming from outside my room.

Why can't I be amidst them?

The rumours and whispers of the pack calling me an evil child who killed their beloved Luna.

I embraced their rejection, and it marked a turning point in my life, forcing me to confront the reality of my outcast existence within the Frostbite Pack. Regardless of my attempts to seek comfort among others throughout childhood, cruel words named me as evil at every turn. They considered me responsible for our dearly beloved Luna, my Mother.

Even other omegas expressed contempt for my appearance, a reminder that pain no time truly subsides with time but becomes something easier to bear instead as our scars grow numb through acceptance of what could not be changed despite intense yearning for a better fate.

I could only bear the whole thing and hoped to find my fated mate as soon as possible who would rescue me from the nightmare I had found myself in. I am very sure he would take me away from this place, give me a better life, and help me heal emotionally.

While I was brooding in the silence of my room, my door creaked open, and my stepmom stood by it and shouted in her commanding voice. Yanking me back to reality and immediately, I jolted up.

"Get dressed," she commanded.

"Why, what's going on outside, if I may ask, Luna?" I answered with my head bowed, staring at the floor.

I dared not call her mother ever since the incident with my stepsister, Kaida.

When we were little, I heard Kaida talking to her minions in the packhouse garden, "My father said Lyra is a bastard, she has no alpha's blood."

I pushed Kaida to the wall on hearing her call me a bastard and we got dragged to Luna Ophelia. She didn't care to hear my side of the story and slapped me hard because I called her mother when I tried to explain what happened. She told me instantly not ever call her mother again.