Chapter 1:
Welcome To My Life
*Artemis POV*
Screams echoed throughout the dungeon, startling me awake. I was a light sleeper, so it didn't take much time for me to wake up. The rattling of keys against my cell door made me even more alert. This only meant one thing, I thought: The Alpha's Back.
I stand up from my soggy 'bed'. The bed was just a few stacks of hay stacked up on top and next to each other, covered by a dirty, dusty, white, stitched-up, and ripped sheet and bound by a flimsy brown rope that has decayed over the years.
I limp on the wet, cold floor of my cell and wince at the familiar numbing coldness that encased my feet. No matter how much I woke up to the same thing, I would never get used to it. Winters here in Russia are as cold as winters can ever be. Winters, in a dungeon, under-ground with ice-cold water dripping into it and on the floor made it even more unbearable. The harsh living conditions made my immune system stronger and my pain tolerance higher but it never felt good. My toes curled as the frost seeped into my bones and up my legs, sending goosebumps across my entire body. The hair at the back of my neck stood up, for more reasons than one.
Alpha Dimitri has arrived and my life would be a bigger of a hell whole than it already was. You see, I'm the only Omega of this pack, The Blue Moon Pack. As an Omega, I am expected to do all the chores, this involved cleaning, cooking, washing, doing the laundry, mow the grass, move the snow away from the front lawns of houses, and many more. An Omega is the lowest rank a wolf could possibly get in a pack. The lowest rank to ever be is a rogue, something I now wish for.
The door is slammed open and the thick figure of Alpha Dimitri comes to view. Alpha Dimitri is a tall man, with bulky muscles and long, strong legs. He had long, black, greasy hair with grey hairs going through it from his age. His small, green, round eyes twinkled with anticipation as to what he will do to me next. He has been away for a couple of days now and he must've needed someone, or something to put all his anger out on. It was always the pack members who suffered, but I suffered the most. It was quite strange since I could surely outstrength and outwit this entire pack any time. I was stronger and smarter and I knew it. Since I was a tribrid (a supernatural creature which had the blood of three supernatural creatures going through them) and a demigod, I had the strength of more than two packs combined, and the wit and intelligence of the wisest witch there is.
My tribrid blood included Siren, Werewolf, and Witch. Those were apart from my demigod powers and the demon that haunts me: Jolene. Jolene is an immortal demon, who has lived for millennia. Many fear her, and they should. Once unleashed, Jolene wrecks hell anywhere she goes. It would take great strength, power, and determination to put her down. She had always liked to be inside a host, having blood course through her instead of being a mere spirit. She always chooses strong hosts, so that they can take the amount of sheer power coursing through them. It wasn't a wonder why she chose me. I was, after all, a tribrid and a demigod. My father, Hades, God of the Underworld and the dead, visited me thrice every week to train me, not only physically, but mentally as well. He always made sure I was alright, I just couldn't understand why he wouldn't get me out of this hell hole. Because of his training, I could easily beat the best warriors the Alpha King had. He always told me to stay strong and never give up. It was one of the only reasons I haven't tried to kill myself so far.
"Good thing you're awake," he smirked and pushed me onto the chair in the middle of my 'room'. He ordered two guards to tie up my arms and legs to the chair so that I wouldn't be able to thrash and make it harder for him to beat me. I complied, not wishing to anger the alpha even further. He stalked over to me holding a knife, as thin as needles. It ended at the very top with a hook, sharper than broken shards of glass. Sharp razors decorated the side of the gleaming, silver tool, as he held the black hilt of it tightly until his knuckles turned whiter than ghosts. His sadistic smile put me on edge, but I kept an emotionless face as he drew closer and closer to me.
He ran the hooked tip of the knife against the side of my cheek, leaving a small trail of priceless gold-red blood running down my face and dripping from my chin down to the floor, causing a drip drip to echo through the dungeon, which only contained myself and the alpha. No one knew my blood could induce magic into its drinker, but only temporarily, or else, I would've been drained of it already. The cut healed almost instantly, it was a small one, after all. He wasn't satisfied with what he did. I expected him to shout, or scream, or slap me, or anything. I did not expect, however, for him to step back and drop the knife on the floor. I watched it as it bounced off of the cold, cobblestone of the cell and make a clink noise until it stopped and landed quietly on the floor.
He stepped back once more and started to untie me. If I was confused before, I was even more now. "The King's ball is in four days. You are to look well presented, pampered, and taken care of, alright? I can't look bad in front of the King, can I, Artemis?" I shook my head. It all made sense now, he isn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart, he was doing it to look good in front of the King. "You are to be the Luna's lady, which means that you will have to move out of here for the next four days, understood?" I nodded. "Good. pack your stuff." and with that, he left me there, speechless.
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The Alpha King's Omega
Hombres Lobo"I, Alpha King, Xavier Romano, hereby reject Artemis Nightshade Black as my soulmate. From this point onwards, we are strangers and nothing was ever between us." I fall down to my knees, clutching my chest as pain, unbearable as it can get, tears th...
