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.

Ophelia took a deep breath, "I will condone your behaviour for today. I will not let you ruin my mood today for me," she said while I was still staring down.

Looking directly at Luna Ophelia in the eye always got me a stinging slap, and I had learnt the hard way never to look at her whenever she was talking, over the years.

"I want you to dress up and come out to welcome our guests. Your father is receiving some guests and it's very important things go well," she said eagerly as she left and shut the door.

I thought of what to wear as I started flipping through my stack of worn-out clothes. I occasionally got clothes Kaida was tired of wearing, Luna Ophelia in no circumstance got me anything new to wear. I picked out the manageable one and laid it out on my bed. I hurriedly rushed to take my bath and came out of the bathroom only to find Calantha by my bed, straightening the gown I had picked out earlier to wear.

"Child, why aren't you dressed yet? You know your father will be upset if you're late. Let's hurry up," she said, winking her eyes at me playfully.

"When isn't he ever angry when it comes to me, Calantha?" Saying those words left a bitter taste in my mouth. I walked towards the dresser.

"Why didn't you come down to help with the preparations?" She asked as she collected the comb, brushing out the knots in my hair.

I turned to her, "No one told me what's happening and moreover I just wanted to steer clear of any drama today. What's all the fuss about anyway?" I asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

She sighed wearily, "It's an important meeting, he's receiving a guest. You should be a part of it."

"We're both aware, no one wants me there," I muttered, my eyes as I tried to blink away the tears that filled my eyes.

"There, all done," her eyes softened in pity as she pressed a kiss to my head and moved to the bed, bringing my dress over to me.

"Get dressed, dear," she said as she turned to leave my room.

I knew not to test my Father's patience. Once I was done wearing the gown, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. I went down the stairs, Kaida, the Beta's mate and a pack warrior, met me on the stairs.

"Permit me to escort you out," he said, while Kaida scoffed and stomped down the stairs. I'm well aware all omegas despise me, especially Kaida's minions.

"Why can't you lock yourself up in a closet or something? Do you hads[p to show your face today?" Kaida sneered at me with disgust.

I rolled my eyes at her and muttered to myself, "God, I hate my life. Even the Omegas, who are at the bottom of the food chain, hate me. We are meant to stick together. Why me?"

On getting downstairs, Calantha, twirled me around in amusement and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, you look lovely!"

"In this?" I raised my eyebrows as she nodded.

"Yes," she confirmed, looking at me strangely. "Shut up and take the compliment, will you?"

I found myself dwelling upon memories from those early days when joy defined our lives before darkness arrived with its bitter pill toughened by years of abuse and resentful whispers echoing beyond his walls.

We got to the entrance, and I hurried over to where my father, Ophelia and Kaida stood next to Alpha Axel from the Wolfhaven pack and other Alphas I didn't recognize. Alpha Axel and the other Alphas were also here to see the guest I supposed. Seeing them means they were all meeting for an important pack business deal.

My father shot me a glare with piercing eyes, his jaw clenched in anger, Ophelia hissed lightly and Kaida smirked but I ignored them.

My gaze was fixed on the gate, my mind pondering who the guest was that had Alphas awaiting his arrival.