My Funeral My Alpha Mates Wedding

Mia's p.o.v

Have you ever thought what one's life would be if their fate wasn't decided by the moon goddess?. Everything would be very different, one would get the chance to decide what path to take and who to love. Sadly that wasn't the case for me. My fate was already sealed the day I was born a Werewolf.

I was born as an omega.

An omega who was below the high ups and never to look them in the eye or answer them back unless ordered to.

An omega whose purpose was to serve and please them as they wanted, whose duty was to spread my legs for the alpha and let him breed me as he saw fit, until I could produce him pups as many as he wanted. Only then would I be given the freedom I longed for.

That was an omega's fate in our pack.

The stupid rule was created by our ancestor. According to legend, the asshole did that because he saw how omegas were very submissive and fertile. He noticed how Alphas became calmer and possessive over omegas, he figured that alpha with an omega was much prosperous than one without. In order for the pack to flourish quickly and steadily, he then established this rule that the omega should serve the alpha to give birth to an heir.

To follow it, every time an alpha stepped down to let his son take over the pack, the elders gave the new alpha a chance to choose one omega among all of them who could be his Luna and stand by his side. But that didn't mean it was his mate, no. Although we got to have a mate, it didn't apply to an alpha and omega, because immediately an alpha chose an omega, they both were directly meant to reject their original mates to fulfill the rule of the pack.

After the alpha chose an omega who pleased his heart, the beta was then given a chance to choose too, but his rule was different. A beta was allowed to either choose an omega or refuse unlike an alpha.

After the night of the choosing was over, the alpha then went in his Chamber's to breed the omega until she got pregnant or he allowed her to leave the room, then the omega lived her days serving the alpha until her use was done and he granted her freedom after baring his pups.

The rule went on from generation to generation until an incident that happened five years ago. Our pack was ambushed by the twin alphas.

There was no pack that hadn't heard about them, Brandon and Landon.

The tormentors of territories and Slayer of all lives, as much as their names sounded so fake, they were very real.

They slaughtered our Alpha, beta, warriors, and most of our men who were above the age of twenty. Then they later demanded we kneel and pledge our loyalty to them.

We saw how they killed without remorse or hesitation and we weren't that strong to even try and fight them off, so we did what everyone in their right mind would do. We all knelt down and pledged our loyalty to them, by then I was only twelve years old and my heart was filled with anger and rage towards them.