I had been in bed for a little over a week. I don't want to see anyone and I can't keep any of my food down. I don't leave my room because I hate the looks of pity I get from the pack members and my family.

I hate how weak I have become. Just one more year and my dreams would come true but the moon Goddess likes to play games.

I am mated to Percy Woods. Have been for 2 years now but I can't have him. My mate is to marry Ralyn, my childhood babysitter.

Thinking back to the day of the announcement...

Alpha had called a pack meeting to brief us on the rogue problems we have been trying to resolve. My father was stabbed with silver during a rogue raid a week before the pack meeting so he couldn't make it and had no idea what would transpire at the meeting when we asked him what it was about..

Walking in I catch Percy's eye but he looks away, guilt ridden which had me question my brother since he's a beta in training and spends some time with Percy. He said he knew nothing and I left it at that but what was weird was seeing Ralyn on the podium next to Percy.

Ralyn is an omega, although our packs don't abuse them or make them suffer, they are born into poverty which means they usually have to work to survive in a pack as they aren't born with some wealth. They are usually the pack cooks, cleaners and so forth. They have to work from a young age to be able to contribute to the pack and provide for themselves. It is expected that each individual contribute the pack a sum of money yearly so we can afford food and supplies. I do not know the amount that is to be paid as my father handles the family's contributions and yes, that is ignorant on my part. The higher you are in ranking, the higher the amount in contributions. The older you get, the more you have to pay. Most omegas work multiple jobs to get by but my family paid Ralyn enough not to seek more employment. I know they did this because she was a child, we could afford it but also because she was an orphan. Most omegas start work at the age of 12. It is sad and my family paid Ralyn handsomely because of the slave labor that was enforced. When it comes to wolves, we take social rankings very seriously. Alpha, beta, gamma and so on. The 3 first families were of opulent wealth and status. Respected and feared. You were born popular. Packs celebrate your birth, your first shift, literally any milestone, the pack deemed fit to celebrate because of the social hierarchy. So everyone was puzzled to see an omega on the podium next to our soon to be alpha.

Alpha Charley silenced the murmurs and hushed whispers as he was about to start the briefing.

"6months ago we had rogues breach our lands for the first time in 25 years. They would come to our land and just kill one warrior at a time." Alpha Charley said.

Clearly this was a message but we couldn't understand what they wanted and why they would just come onto packland and kill one warrior and leave their scent behind. Making it easy to sniff them out and capture them. Although they would kill themselves after giving vague answers or riddles that nobody shared.

See, rogues are known for their bloodlust, they are 80 percent more wolf so they don't abide by any rules. They don't plan their raids and they are animalistic, not intelligent enough to escape human detection from trained and skillful warriors. They aren't smart enough.

They breach packs to steal land, rape the women and kill all the men. The children are turned to slaves, especially alpha children as it is seen as a joke to turn a prince into an omega kind, in werewolf eyes, that is a big insult. How the moon goddess allows them to continue this kind of living baffles me.

The rogue briefing took no longer than 5min, with the alpha just telling us they have reached a solution and we will no longer have our security breached at the borders as the rogues have been dealt with. The thing about being an alpha or a person of status is that people don't question you at all. Nobody had the inkling to ask how or why we were having rogues in our land in the first place if we are known as the 3rd most feared pack.

The first two were under Lycan ruling and we all knew even the rogues to never go against the Lycans. In our pack we called them the first men. As they are the direct descendants of the moon. They have all the gifts of the moon and added strength.

I wasn't paying much attention to the briefing seeing as I was not allowed to train as a warrior, no girl or woman can. That's our sexist alpha. I was sulking, sue me. I was seated next to my sister Josey and my brother Cj(Christopher junior). My stepmom who I call mom is at the hospital as she is one of the pack doctors who are attending to the surviving warriors of the rogue raid.

Cj was the soon to be beta as he is from a full blooded beta family, his mom who is my stepmom is of beta blood and so is my father.

See my father met my mother at 16, they were both 16 at the time. The thing is, my mother was a hybrid. Half wolf, half human but she was from this pack, Blue Woods Pack. She was born with all werewolf traits except the ability to shift. She had our gift of sight, perfect hearing, inhuman strength and the ability to talk to her wolf. My mothers wolf could surface through the eyes alone. My grandfather was the first ever wolf in our pack to find a human mate. It wasn't unheard of but it wasn't very common. My grandfather loved my nana but my grandmother being human was shunned upon the pack to the point where she was treated worse than an omega which is not so bad although many would say it was because she was mated by a beta blooded male. Which is kind of like royalty after the alpha family. The shewolves weren't very welcoming to my nana with her slow healing, she couldn't hide her bruises from my grandfather and so my grandfather and grandmother decided to move to human land to allow my mother to live out her life as a human. When my grandmother passed away, my grandfather moved back to Blue Woods and my mother stayed in human territory to finish school.

So during school break, she would visit my grandfather and that's how she met my dad.

Almost 16 years ago, my parents met, they found out they were mates and completed the mating ritual upon meeting as that's the way it has always been done. That's where I come in as i was conceived that night. My mother went back to school without the knowledge of being pregnant and had me in human territory 6months later. She came back as my grandfather insisted I be raised in werewolf territory as I was a full blooded wolf and they could not risk exposing our secret to the humans. Full blood pups tend to show signs from birth. Every pup is different but as the years progress, the wolf signs come out and as a kid, you have no control over the wolf side.

For me, when I was born, I had purple irises with golden specks in them and my wolf eyes were pitch black. I had no iris. Just having these purple eyes was enough for my grandfather to demand I stay with him.

Back to my mom and dad...

My father could not complete the marking process with my mother as she could not turn into her wolf. To mark your mate, you both have to be turned into your wolves and mark each other and mate as wolves first and then as humans so the two wolves can connect and become one. Share their power and mind.

So in werewolf eyes, they were not seen as true mates but my father stayed with my mother and helped raise me even when my mother went back to school. When she came back, she came back with Josey and this time she couldn't leave us.

It is hard for humans to carry a wolf child, yes my mother was part wolf but also part human. Just like my grandmother, the pregnancies had taken a toll on her and she was constantly sick.

Werewolves don't get sickly. Our hospitals are packed with influenza medication just in case a human walks into our premises for quick relief and we can perform surgeries for things like car accidents. Human complicated illnesses is beyond werewolves and my mother had to go to human territory to get the proper treatment she needed. She never came back.

I was 3 and Josey was 2 when a letter from the hospital stated that she had passed away and they had to come collect her ashes. My grandmother was from an affluent family with vast amounts of land and money. Way more money than anyone can do with. When my nan died, she left her fortune to my mother and now my mother left her fortune to my sister and I.

In human territory, the eldest becomes the sole owner of the properties and has to tend to them so my father had to do it on my behalf as I was only a child when my mother passed. When I was 10, my grandfather decided to be the one to move to our lakeside manor, which was close to werewolf territory.

The land belonged to the world's most feared beast, Alpha Deacon Forrest, my father's best friend. Alpha Deacon comes from a long line of full blooded Lycans. He had a son named Maximus from one of his many mistresses who was the only one blessed by the moon to give the alpha a son.

It believed that if werewolves mate when it rains, that is the moon goddess blessing the creation of a child. A child can be conceived without the rain but it is considered a huge blessing if it rains before the male wolf's seed coats the womb of it's mate.

When my father and mother conceived me, it rained. When they conceived my sister, it rained. When Cj was conceived it did not rain but my grandfather says it is because my father and Remi aren't mates and the moon goddess does not recognize them as one, however, she knew my father needed a successor to keep the beta position in the family and that is why he was brought into this world.

When my mother died,

My father was broken and as a child I didn't understand why my father was distant for some time but he knew he had to take care of us so he didn't have enough time to grief for my mother. Along the way, he found comfort in Remi's bed. That sounds mean but the proof is sitting right next to me called Cj. Don't get me wrong, I love my stepmom and Cj.copy right hot novel pub