Without them knowing

◉Chapter 1◉

"After you finish cooking dinner you will collect the laundry in every room and wash everything. And do not bother anyone, understood?" The Alpha commanded.

I quickly nodded. Keeping my head down. It was irrespecutful to look the Alpha in the eye. Only the Luna and the Alpha's son were allowed to do that. And sinds I was the Omega I had even less rights. Therefore I was practically not allowed to lift my head in the presence of anyone of the pack.

When the Alpha growled I realized my mistake.

"My apologies Alpha. I understand," I said, bowing my head in submission.

The Alpha growled one more time before marching out of my room. Muttering 'dumb slave' under his breath.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Even after so many years when someone who I looked up to said something like that, it still hurt.

Not wanting to make the pack wait. I rushed out of my room. Making sure I kept my head down as I quickly walked through the halls to the kitchen.

After making dinner for over 800 people I cleaned the kitchen. There were no other Omegas or maids to help me cook and clean, I was all alone. I was not allowed to eat with the pack. Or even enter the dinning room without permission. But I didn't care. They took me in as I was still a baby. They could have easily dumped me outside their territory and left me for the rouges. But they didn't. And knowing that I owned them my life, I was grateful.

So no. I didn't care that they didn't treat me like a normal pack member. I could take the abuse. Or that I had to do all the chores. They took me in and fed me. That was all I could ask for.

As I heard a lot of noise coming from the dinning room. I decided it was probably the best time to gather the laundry. Most of the pack members were eating right now. I collected the laundry on the first and second floor. Not everyone lived in the packhouse. Only the mateless members and teenagers. The others lived in their own house on the territory. Yes, our territory was enormous. We are a large pack, so we did need it. We're called the blue moon pack. Our pack wasn't the strongest or the evilest. We were just one of the biggest if the world. And of course the Alpha bloodline was a strong one.

I hesitated before entering the third floor. This was the Alpha's sons floor. My mate's floor. But I reassured myself with the thought that he would be eating his dinner right now.

As I entered his room. His smell filled my nose. Rain and vanilla. I smiled slightly. How could I not? He was my mate after all.

And I loved him.

Yes, he wasn't the best mate, but I loved him.

I loved his warm brown eyes. His big, muscular arms around me when he would hold me. His soft brown curls that made my hands itch to run through it. His beautiful smile. The way he would always help the little kids in the pack.

He was really beautiful. Inside and out.

But if I ever told anyone that I knew what sort of person he was I would probably be thrown out of the pack. I wasn't aloud to talk to him. I was only the omega, the pack slave. If the Alpha knew I talked to his son he would drag me of to the cellars without a doubt.

You can only imagine what it would be like if they found out we we're mates.

I would end up rouge. Or worse dead.

I shivered at that thought and walked further into my mate's room. Much to my relief there was no sign of him.

Or so I thought.

"Slave, what are you doing here?"

Startled at his voice I turned around quickly, dropping the laundry basket as I did.

My heart clenched painfully and my wolf whined as I saw, Bonnie, a beautiful blond, tall, long-legged girl. Too bad her insides were rotten.

Like I said. He wasn't always the best mate.

"I-I was collecting the laundry, Alpha," I stuttered, bowing my head respectfully. He wasn't really the Alpha yet. In two weeks he will turn twenty. Then will the Alpha title be officially his.

"Well, get the hell out, stupid slave. We're busy," Bonnie sneered. A look of disgust clearly present on her face.

My mate did nothing, but smirk as Bonnie continued to trow insults my way.

He would tell me he is sorry later though. He will.

I nodded and quickly picked the laundry basket up from the floor. I could feel Elijah's eyes trained on me as he did so.

He would do that often. Stare at me when no one was looking. One time I caught the look in his eye as he did so. It was a look of longing mixed with something I couldn't believe.

Love.

I always thought it was because we were mates. He was forced to be with me. He didn't choose that. Mother Nature did.

I asked myself many times why in the world she has chosen me as his mate. Why did she not choose someone as beautiful as Bonnie to stand next to him.

But then again. We weren't really mates like everyone else. Hell, no one except us knew we were mates.

"Aw, would you look at that? The pathetic bitch has a crush on Elijah." Bonnie laughed and walked up to me. With a cruel smile on her face she slapped me hard across my cheek. My head snapped to the right from the force.

"How dare you to stare at the Alpha like that?! Apologize now! Something like you isn't even worth staring at the Alpha," she shrieked.

I quickly looked at the ground again. "I am terribly sorry, Alpha. Please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. Now disappear from my sight at once."

Nodding, I quietly walked passed him. It was hard to just walk passed him. To not touch him when my wolf was howling for her mate.

But I managed and closed the door behind me. It took three seconds before I heard moaning coming from behind the door.

I felt tears start to gather behind my eyes and sighed deeply.

Sometimes I wondered if I really meant that little to him.

The rest of the day I spent doing my chores. I guess it was a good day considering no one laid a hand on me. Except Bonnie her slap of course.

Elijah did hurt me psychically in the past. But ever since he figured out we were mates he never laid his hands on me with the purpose of hurting me.

But he didn't stop the abuse though.

That was almost two years ago.

I am now almost eighteen. I have long black hair and the palest blue eyes on the planet.

I hated them. Some of the pack members used to make fun of me because of my eye color. Saying they looked death.

It was around midnight when I finally entered my room. It was a small room in the attic. It had a small ensuite bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink. My bedroom consisted of an old mattress, a pillow and two blankets. I had a small desk, a closet and a shelf with fourteen books on them.

I loved reading. Only being allowed to go to school until I was thirteen, I wasn't that highly educated but thanks to those books I knew an extra thing or two.

Just as was about to crawl into my bed I heard my bedroom door crack open.

Without a word Elijah closed to door and crawled into bed with me.

He wrapped his arms around me. I don't know if he knew that he reeked of sex.

"Sorry," he whispered, kissing my neck.

And just like that I forgave him.

Tadaa, first chapter. Please let me knows what you think :)