His Stained Mate: Mated to the Alpha's death and pack destruction

She was the wolf others maltreated for fun…

She was the cursed Omega- a flower trapped in a garden of stone where sorrow resided, with longing desires, no tender touch of dewdrops at dawn, nor a gentle breeze to carry her on.

Her only crime was choosing to come to the world a day before the full moon, which made her the foretold death of the Alpha and her Pack destruction.

Her entire family was wiped out for driving a curse into the world, and she was wolf bane immediately after her first cry in the world.

The moon goddess showed mercy, which everyone was against, but since her death was a taboo, no one dared kill her. But they could torment her to their satisfaction.

Wolfless, she couldn’t defend herself. Mateless, she has no hope of anyone to protect her. So, it’s her fate to dwell in pain till her last breath.

Cheyenne, the Luna of Onyx Tails Pack, strolled towards Alpha Alabaster’s chamber with Hilda, her right-hand maid, and Chunkyla, her guard, walking behind her. She reached the center of torture; a cement cycle built at the pack center where criminals were tortured.

The circle was at the Pack center because it was the hottest place in the Pack since the sun directly set there and it was also why Cheyenne designed a cage as home for Yuki on it so she would go through pains during every season as there wouldn’t be shelter to hide in the rain and sun.

She stopped walking and slightly glanced. “Where is that curse? Is she serving punishment somewhere?”

Hilda stepped forward and stood beside the Luna with her right hand on the left, placing them on her belly. She bowed her head, answering, “no, your Highness.”

Cheyenne snickered and clapped her hands twice. “Yuki is yet to wake up? She is thinking something of herself these days? How dare her?”

“How dare her sleep till the sun sets? She is still sleeping when even those with noble birth are awake,”

“Chunkyla, wake her up.” She instructed.

“Okay, Your Highness.” Chunkyla said and turned to the circle.

“Don’t wake her up in a normal way…” Cheyenne’s words came from behind and Chunkyla glanced backward at her.

“She is useless. You know what that means, right?” Cheyenne let out, sufficing a part of her mouth with a venomous smile.

Chunkyla snigger. He wondered why the Luna was still reminding him how to deal with Yuki when she knew he was always on the go for bedevils.

“Yes, my lord.” He said and climbed up the three small stairs to the circle hub with a long pointed mouth arrow in his left hand.

He reached Yuki’s cobb and passed the arrow to his right hand. And whack her on the back with the arrow’s flat bottom.

“Wake up!” He shouted. He pivoted the arrow and hit her harder with the pointed mouth.

The arrow pierced her back, and blood rushed out.

“Humm!” She moaned. Her mind desired to cry out in pain, but her mouth prohibited it because it was of no use.

Her back craved a touch of her hand to rub it, but to prevent that, Cheyenne had chained her hands five years ago when she rubbed her cheek after Cheyenne slapped her.

“Stand up!” Chunkyla pummeled her on the ankle.

Yuki couldn’t hold herself back anymore, so she cried out loud. “Ahhh!”

“Her noise is so disturbing. Shut her up!” Cheyenne complained.

Just like every other wolf, Cheyenne loathed Yuki. But her hatred for her was far worse than others. Cheyenne was the Pack Luna, and despite her tight schedules, she set some hours aside to torment Yuki.

Chunkyla blanked Yuki twice. “Come out!”

Yuki raised her head to get out but had to slow down to stretch her body because she always curled in the cage so it would inhabit her whole body.

Struggling to get out quickly, she hit her injured forehead on the cage cover and she fell back to the ground.

Her crushed body and soul tried to hold her back, but she managed and bobbed out of the cage in a dirty, torn rag.

Her face and neck are full of wounds in their hemostasis, inflammation, and proliferation stages.

The healed wounds on her face and arms left scars, showing they healed without treatment. Some of the dried injury scabs had peeled and were so dirty because it’s been a long time since the rain fell, and rain was her only mean of taking her bath.

Her long hair was tangled, and some parts were dreaded because a comb never passed among them.

She swaggered towards Cheyenne with her forehead blood leading and the ones rushing out of her back, following her footsteps.

Watching Yuki walk slowly, a smug smile escaped Cheyenne’s mouth. “Seems she has difficulty walking. Chunkyla, please don’t watch her suffer.”

Chunkyla stormed to Yuki and pummeled her on the back of her leg.

Yuki ignored the pain and tried to walk faster, but her body was a betrayal. Her body froze and tears rolled out of her eyes.

She dragged her feet to keep moving and, as she took another step, she felt dizzy and fell to the floor.

“What’s it?” Cheyenne inquired.

“She faints.” Chunkyla reported.

“Okay then, I will leave her to you. Pummel her more and if she doesn’t wake up, pour hot water on her…” Cheyenne ordered and turned to the Alpha’s chamber.

She raised her index finger and looked over her shoulder. “Chunkyla, don’t forget to torture her for wasting my time without receiving my punishment.”

“Are you still feeding her?” She directed a question at Hilda.

Without waiting for Hilda’s response, she nodded and beamed lightly. “Guess we still have to feed her despite her uselessness. What can we do since we can’t let her die?”

She teased her lower lip with her teeth and sighed. “Reduce her meal,” she ordered. “Feed her once a day and thrice a week. Maybe Monday, Thursday, and Sunday. Just rotate it.”

Hilda bowed her head, assuring, “okay, your Highness.”

“I trust you.” Cheyenne grinned and walked away.

******

Three guards pummeled Yuki as Chunkyla instructed, but she didn’t wake up. He ordered two more guards to join them, and they hit her for an hour, but she still didn’t wake up.

“Stop…” Chunkyla ordered. He stood up from the chair and walked closer to them. He observed Yuki, who was still lying unconscious on the floor.

Chunkyla looked at Nero, a junior guard, ordering. “Get me a pocket of hot water.”

“Hun!” A surprised tone escaped Nero’s mouth. He looked at Chunkyla’s face, querying. “For what, sir?”

The other six guards’ eyes widened in shock. “What?!”

“How dare you?!” Foxakki, a senior guard on the other side, raised his right hand, taking a challenging step forward, but Chunkyla stopped him.

“Is he new here?” Chunkyla inquired.

“Yeah…” Reese, the guard beside Nero, replied. “He is new to the pack, and he just resumed today.”

“I see… you guys seem to be close,” Chunkyla nodded. “Don’t you think you should take full responsibility and take today off to let him know things he needs to know?”

Reese grabbed Nero’s hand and forced him to bow his head along with him. “Thank you, I will make sure I teach him right.” He promised and walked away hurriedly, holding Nero’s hand.

After eyeing them walk away, Chunkyla looked at Foxakki. “Get me hot water.”

“Okay, sir.” Foxakki curtsied and ran to the kitchen.

Foxakki came back a few minutes later, holding a pocket of hot water in his hands, and he poured it on Yuki.

Immediately as the water touched Yuki, internal pains made her regain consciousness, and she coughed back to life.

The hot water caused no harm to her skin because despite how weak she was, wolf’s blood still ran in her veins. Hot water hurt was only poisonous to the wolves because of their inner powers, which Yuki wasn’t sure she had; she was twenty years old but hadn’t shapeshifted or felt a slight pain of cultivation.

“Tie her to the pole and let her face the sun!” Chunkyla ordered, and Foxakki and one other guard quickly acted at his command and tied her to the shortest of the three torturing poles.

******

Later in the day…

The sun was always hotter any day Cheyenne punished Yuki as if she used to pray and made a special sacrifice for it.

After watching her went through the torment of the sun’s heat, which made her the passing Pack members’ laughingstock, Chunkyla arrived.

“Let her down.” He ordered.

Foxakki and the other guard quickly untied the rope that was holding her and she tumbled to the front of their toes.

“Give her two hundred canes.”

“Okay.” Foxakki bent his head. He wrinkled at the other guard and the guard ran to get canes made with animals’ skins.

Foxakki and the guard beat her two hundred times, but since Chunkyla didn’t say a word, and they also enjoyed hitting her, they continued to beat her till Foxakki got tired.

“Sir, it’s complete.” Foxakki reported.

Chunkyla looked at Yuki rolling on the floor. “How dare you piss off our mother?” He yelled. He splat at her and kicked her in the abdomen. “Go, you’re so irritating.”

“Heeeyaaa…” Yuki grumbled. She tried to stand up, but she couldn’t. She tried again and forced herself to stand on her feet, but she fell back to the floor.

She gave up on using her feet and crawled to the cage. And as she curled her body to get in, Ollie arrived.

Ollie was the eldest heiress of Alpha Alabaster and Luna Cheyenne. She grew up seeing her mother excited whenever she tortured Yuki, so she also found happiness in it.

She used Yuki as her tool to practice poisonous cultivations, swordsmanship, and martial arts, and she caused most of the old scars on her body.

Looking at Yuki struggling, Ollie smirked. She picked up her speed, and getting to Yuki, she kneeled beside her and punched her.

She raised and peeked at Chunkyla. “Open the torturing board.”

Chunkyla quickly opened the canopy from the board and its layer full of pointed blades, which are always in thirst of blood, shined.

“Are the blades sharp?” Ollie inquired.

“Yes.”

Ollie moved closer to the board to test its sharpness, and a blade slightly cut her finger before her hand could reach it.

She took a step backward and nodded, satisfied. She blew air to her finger, and the blood stopped, making the wound covered immediately.

“It’s been a long time since you guys caught a criminal,” she let out. “I wonder why no one is committing any crime and these innocent blades have to be thirsty,”

She sighed, and half closed her eyes. She opened it and rounded her hands around her waist. “What can I do? I must help these innocent blades,”

“Chunkyla, isn’t Yuki a sinner from birth?” She raised a question.

“Yes, Your Highness. She is. She is a cursed omega. Being born useless is already an unforgivable crime.” Chunkyla answered.

“Good,” Ollie nodded, impressed. “Okay then, is there a crime in feeding her blood to these blades?”

“No, your Highness,” Chunkyla replied. “She is useless and she should be happy and grateful you have a use for her blood. It also shows how much you care about the Pack.”

“Okay. Tie her to the board.” She commanded.

Chunkyla quickly moved forward and instead of allowing the junior guard to do that, he single-handedly picked Yuki from the ground and hit her back hard on the board to cause her extreme pain.

“Ahhhhhh!” Yuki yelled in pain as the blade penetrated her body and tore her skin from head to toes.

Ollie cracked up excitedly, seeing the blade fighting Yuki’s bones to come out from the other side.

Immediately, as the blades came out from the other side, and the pain reduced, Yuki lowered her voice.

Ollie was pissed off because the pain stopped too soon. She grind her teeth outrageously and pointed her right index finger at a chain on the ground.

She controlled the chain to lift and stood in the air for a few seconds before she moved it to Yuki and tied her body to the board.

She used force to make the chain tighter every second and the chain on Yuki’s hand broke into pieces.

Yuki’s abdomen bone cracked and her lung was damaged, making her splat blood. Blood also rushed out of her nose and ear, and she lost consciousness.

Ollie burst into a peal of hysterical laughter that lasted for a few minutes. “I’m so happy right now! It’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy!” She screamed.

‘Ollie, if I ever find the chance, I’ll let you and your mother pay. I’ll make you shed blood instead of tears.’