You Rejected Me Alpha Remember

You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 001

Myra’s point of view

I stood by the kitchen’s counter, lids concealed with my hands placed on the rails for support. Pain coursed through my system and I fought the urge to express it out loud as my lips quivered woefully.

“I don’t have to come back here and still meet you there, Myra.” With resentment, she laid the warning while she departed the kitchen and left me to my misery.

I was suppose to join the other maids in serving the hosted guests at the event hall tonight for Alpha Logan’s coronation as an official Alpha for the Crystal Moon Pack. The pack where I scouted as no one but a filthy omega, and a slave to the Alpha family, but I stayed back because my weakened condition demanded strongly for food and I couldn’t deny. I was so hungry I could barely keep myself controlled.

I’d manage to stash away some meal prepared for the function earlier, and was going to eat it after everyone left to satisfy the screaming worms in my stomach.

They left immediately after the event began, and I dredged out the food kept away to treat myself to some healthy meal for the past three days.

Today was my 18th birthday, and the least I can do for myself is eat something good, hence the stolen meal.

The Luna came in just after I began eating, call it bad-luck or luck itself wants nothing to do with me.

She reprimanded my sneaky ways and sentenced me to another thon of starvation. I.e, no food through this week till the next one. Never to touch or have the leftovers I normally have for the next five days inclusive.

I mean if they wanted to kill me, slashing their claws across my throat would honestly do the trick, why make me suffer?!

I have no idea why her family hates me so much, or why everyone in this pack loathes my existence.

Was it my fault I was born an omega, or is being an omega just a bad forbidden thing?

It wasn’t a rhetorical question, but I couldn’t ask it out loud.

Perhaps it has to do with my background cause I wasn’t born here, I was a rogue who came in a desperate need for accommodation. Maybe that topped their list of reasons to hate me. She’s not one of theirs, so she doesn’t deserve to be liked and accepted as one of them.

But then, I was a kid when they did, a ten years old with no father or mother and was hunted down for either food or something worse by those big black and scary wolves that tried to make me their dinner.

I remember how I ran with my little paws, and was lucky to make it to the Crystal Moon Pack alive. There I was protected from them and taken in as a slave at that young age. My life has been hell ever since then, and that night was the last night I knew about the word peace.

Not only was I tormented and abused by the Alpha and his Luna themselves, their son and daughter despised my wholesome and the same goes for the rest of the pack.

Though I will never know their reason or what I did to them to deserve such hatred. I mean I never once murdered their loved ones, nor did I steal them. It’s a mystery, their hatred would always be and remain a mystery to me.

They saved me only to hate me.

The thought of running away crossed my mind multiple times, but was buried the moment I recalled on how I arrive here at this hellhole in the first place.

What if those scary wolves return, and this time they’ll make sure I don’t escape the fate they had in store for me. I couldn’t risk it, at all.

The Luna not only sentenced me to five days starvation, but also gave me a sounding slap for stealing her food.

I sniffed and pushed back whatever tears that wanted to streak through my orbs. I won’t allow that.

‘They may break me physically, but emotionally and mentally; they have nothing on me.’ I recited my vow, and the cold statement had me voiding all the emotions troubling me on the inside.

I marched into motion, also leaving the kitchen and heading straight to the hall to join other maids in serving the invited guests.

I got there in no time, and the head maid at the sight of my presence casted me a disgusted gaze; she was the beta’s wife, and contributed with the hatred harbored for my existence, her and her family.

Basically everyone in this pack hated me, even the little innocent kids.

‘Except me,” My wolf jolted in my thoughts.