The Rise of a Phoenix Queen

Rachelle’s POV

It was one thing to be abandoned at birth by your biological parents who think you won’t be a great addition to their family, and it was another to be dumped at a pack-house where they don’t know your parents. I had so many questions I wanted to ask my parents when we eventually met; I wanted to ask why they hated me, why they didn’t abort me when they found out they were having a child, and mostly why I was dumped in a pack where the occupants don’t care about anything other than themselves? They could have left me in the bush and left me to die, and we would all be at peace.

My name is Rachelle, and this is my story. I was dumped at birth by my parents, who don’t belong to this pack, and then Alpha handed me over to the Monastery, and I was being taken care of. I was an altar girl, and not too many people attended the church here because the majority of the nuns were humans. They believe in something different other than the moon goddess, part of what made them hate me more. When I turned fourteen in the monastery, the Alpha granted us permission to attend schools with other pups in the pack. This new development didn’t sit well with most wolves, but there was nothing they could do about that. At least we didn’t get pushed around and bullied. We were fourteen girls from the monastery, all dumped at birth, and there’s always a short rosary around our neck, and the nuns would tell us to pray to the holy Mary.

When I turned sixteen, the alpha got killed in a battle against another pack and our future changed. The alpha bloodline was angry with us because our God couldn’t save the alpha despite him being nice. We were converted into omegas, and the new alpha sent us to the omegas quarters. The nuns were ordered to leave the pack, but they couldn’t go with us. We were twelve in total and we had to join other existing omegas. That was when our woes started. I didn’t want a life like this but we had no choice.

The bullying started but the new alpha didn’t care, his son was the leader of those bullies. We would get bullied everywhere, even in school. It was something we couldn’t take anymore. Two of the girls took poison and we were shocked when the alpha ordered for their bodies to be burnt and he said poison should be provided to everyone who wanted to die. The younger wolves would tease us for weeks and talk about us having a choice to either die or accept fate. No one cared about how they died or the lives of those of us remaining. That seemed like a go-ahead to the other wolves to intensify the bullying. The wolves started bullying us in public and they started a petition that omegas should be banned from attending school with them and it was granted.

Clara, another girl from the monastery turned twenty and she found out the beta’s son was her mate. He had bullied her multiple times and each of the bullying ended with her getting marks upon marks. The whole pack pleaded with her to forgive him and she refused to be married to him. She insisted she was content being an omega than spending the rest of her life with him. They stopped bullying us for a while since most of their kids are coming of age and finding their mates among omegas. Clara took her own life and the beta’s son wanted to die. I kind of feel so good about it, don’t misquote me. I don’t mean that Riyadh’s death is good but seeing beta Graham’s son suffers till the moon goddess takes on him. I picked up my tired body and approached the Alpha’s son's suit. Today is Monday, and I dare not get there by 9 pm. The beta’s son has stopped bullying everyone that comes his way, but the Alpha’s son is still a worse bully. He hates me significantly since I told them I can’t shift and I can’t do anything yet. I turned twenty recently and nothing changed, except I got more bruises on my body, though.

They host a game every time, and it’s for the omegas. You are forced to fight against each other, and the winner gets one week of freedom while the loser does the work of his opponent and his portion too. The bullying of the loser is extreme, considering he still has bruises from the games. The new generation of wolves in this pack is vile, and they are all the same—big bullies with messed-up fantasies of people bowing to them.

I knocked twice before I pushed the door open at his command. Kylo sat on the chair, and the wall was stained with alcohol, and the floor had particles of broken bottles. No doubt he flung the alcohol at the wall; oh shit. I’m done for tonight. I might die, and I might not; either way, the night is about to be bloody. Let me tell you a secret about Kylo, it’s an inside joke, but I know you won’t tell anyone. He can’t command his alpha wolf; His wolf is relatively weak. He covers that with his anger issues. For someone who gets angry at even the most minuscule things, he deserves a weak wolf who can’t argue for five seconds. He never shifts in public because his wolf is tiny compared to his sister’s wolf, and it’s slow too.

“Crawl on those shards of glasses now,” He ordered with a snicker, and my heart dropped. I can’t believe I stared at those broken glasses too much. I looked back at him to see if he was joking or not, but the snicker on his face told me he was not. The bastard really meant every word. I took a deep breath and tried to come up with something. I saw him stand up from where he was sitting, and I knew he was coming at me to hit me maybe or drag me over the shards himself.