Rise of a Queen

Caged Animal

Delancey

This was it...Today was the day I either escaped this hell hole or die trying. I had mixed feelings about today, on one hand, I would be free from this mental and physical slavery on the other hand I might not make it out of here alive. Others like me never made it out, so my chances were slim to none.

*CLANK*

I jumped with a frightened gasp as they threw me a plate that once held food on it. All its contents were now scattered in the bloodied, mucky cell I was in for the rats to eat. I doubt even the rats would want that filth. Although I was hungry, I suppressed the urge to take even the smallest bite out of what little salvageable food was there. With today's events, eating was futile, I'll just puke it right back up. I sighed leaning my head against the wall, I never thought I would be in this situation, I was once popular, and I had it all. I was the main character; I was going to be the Luna of the strongest pack in the world. But that all changed when she came along and stole everything, my friends, my popularity, MY man. I shook my head... he was never mine... I should've had more common sense to realize that what we had would never last long. Eventually, he would find his destined mate and leave me in this pit to rot by myself.

I honestly wished I had come to my senses before I did anything stupid maybe then I wouldn't be in this position, I was upset...hell, I was enraged he used me for years and threw me out like I was yesterday's trash without a thought. I didn't expect much maybe an "I'm sorry but this is over" or an "I can't do this anymore I have a mate so I have to move on". Something along those lines would've been better than the public humiliation that I got in front of millions of wolves. He denounced me as his girlfriend and called me a social climbing whore who meant absolutely nothing to him, denounced that I was with HIS child all so that petty whore could feel better about herself. BLEK! She ordered for MY child to be killed, a child who did nothing to her.

How can someone be so awful?

As if publicly shaming me wasn't enough. He just watched and didn't do anything. I know am not the fondest person to be around and I know he doesn't owe me anything but a line had to have been drawn somewhere to where my torture would end. That was also his child, the future heir of this pack and they just killed an innocent child without blinking an eye. I had enough at that point, yes, I said things that counted as disrespectful but even I once drew a line of how low I would go but not after that. An eye for an eye they say, but I say a child for a child. If I had to suffer with the death of my child so, would she.

And that's what brought me here and I would do it again if I had the chance. The only thing I would change was killing her and sending this pack to the ground. I know a lot of people who would thank me for my "community service". This pack was vile, the embodiment of every child's nightmare and I am now ashamed to say I was once a part of this messed up family if you could even call it that. My thoughts were interrupted as her scent burned my nose hairs, absolutely disgusting. I didn't even open my eyes to acknowledge her, people like her didn't deserve my attention or respect. My defiance made her growl in distaste, people like her hated it when you didn't give them the attention, the power that they wanted. I would know, I was like that once, just maybe not as foul as her. After all, I didn't go around ordering the death of innocent children.

Her growl caused a smirk of satisfaction to align my lips which angered her even more. "It's funny how you find the nerve to be smiling when you'll be dead soon slave." She said every word with venom dripping from her mouth, it's funny after so many years that she could still carry so much hatred for the woman who did absolutely nothing wrong to her. I only treated her the way she and her mate treated me. 

Better dead than having to be in your presence every day you insecure murderer. I thought but didn't say anything. This child had absolutely nothing to do with her life but taunt me with her oh-so-extravagant life... so boring. I internally gagged.

"I don't get why it took Jeremy so long to get rid of you, you're nothing but useless trash."

I wanted to say, says the one who can't give birth but that would be a huge disrespect to women out there who desperately wanted children and were decent individuals, so I kept my mouth shut. Doesn't this child have anything better to do? Seriously she is dancing on top of my nerves at this point.

"Aren't you going to answer your Luna omega?" The emphasis she held on that word had me imagining the smug look on her disgusting, caked face. She was no Luna she was just a trophy wife.

"Do you know the story behind the word Luna, dear Michelle?" I finally said opening my eyes to look at her. Her face was caked with makeup, trying to hide the bags and bruises on her body but it was pretty evident, I knew the guy she was with, came close to experiencing a backhand or two over some dumb shit. He was cheating on her and bleeding her dry of everything she had. Her emotions, her mental health, and her beauty. I couldn't believe I was jealous of her; I pity the woman...no the girl she is now. Pathetic. Broken. Petty. Just downright ugly both inside and outside. Her puffy eyes gave away that she was crying before she came here, probably walked in on a scene with her mate and another one of his bed warmers. She, unlike me, couldn't leave, she was trapped, and she was the only one who could bear him an heir...keyword being was.

She shook her head no.

"The Luna was at one point a direct link from Selene, she was given the gift of compassion, humility, and kindness. She was also given a special power that no other she-wolf would possess, especially if she was chosen by Selene herself. Do you know what that power is dear Michelle? The power of knowing when to back the f off and know when you're not wanted. A trait you clearly do not have, so me calling you Luna is a major disrespect to the moon."

She stared at me, eyes wide and filled with rage, I scoffed at her.

"I don't know why I was jealous of you, you're so weak. Hiding behind the alpha's name because you are nothing, nothing but a shadow, nothing but a trophy wife who sits by her husband and obeys his every command like a slave. You're not a Luna honey, you're an imposter, worse than all the muck within this retched cell. So, if I'm just useless trash, you too are useless trash darling. The only thing you have to offer to that man is your mouth... Have a nice day and please don't come back to my cell unless it's with proper food."

I closed my eyes and turned away from her, she was still standing there with her mouth agape, tears streaming down her face. You don't need fists to cause someone pain, all you need is words, especially words they know are true just to bring them right down to earth. After a while, she stormed away and I could faintly hear the sound of the doors to the dungeon closing. I can't wait to get out of this place I thought to myself.

A/N: Hello readers. So whatcha think... not my first werewolf book but the first one I published on this account. What did you think of Delancey and Michelle? Vote comment and share. Take care y'all.  Also for those using both Wattpad and Inkitt, I published this story on my Inkitt account @Virgo_Baby.