Alphas

Blood Moon Pack

When I finally regained consciousness, I found out that my brother's body was missing, my mom was dead, and that Luna had fallen into a coma and hadn't woken up.

She still hasn't woken up, after almost 10 years.

I was now left with a scar from my right ear down to my jawline and the traumatizing flashbacks from that day.

Alpha and the elders waited to see if I would wake up and when I did they basically interrogated me to find out what happened. Alpha wasn't happy with my answers and neither was my dad. Alpha blamed me for Luna getting hurt and although my dad was relieved and happy that I was ok he just wanted to know where his son was. It didn't help that some of the other kids started rumors saying that I was a rogue and I had gone against the pack.

The rumors were bad yes and so was the bullying and name calling, but at least I wasn't being beaten and abused everyday. The real nightmare started when my dad went to visit the warfront on the north side of the mountains. We were at war with the black moon pack otherwise known as the rogues. He was supposed to come back after 3 days but he disappeared and none of the soldiers could find him. Some say he died fighting on the frontlines, my enternal bullies say he killed himself because he couldn't live with the fact he had a traitor and disappointment for a daughter. A few people say that he was captured by the rogues but I don't believe it for one second.

My dad was strong. He was intelligent. There's no way he would let himself get taken by those beasts. No he wouldn't. I know he wouldn't.

After he disappeared the hitting started. At first it was pulling my ear, pinches here and there, spankings on my butt or slaps on my hand if I didn't listen and do what I was told. But as I got older the slap's turned to punches and the pinching turned into kicking, choking, hair pulling, getting thrown against things and getting hit with whatever was in arm's reach.

Everyone blamed me for my family's death and Luna's coma. And they were probably right, none of this would've happened if I had just listened to my mother. It was all my fault. At least that's how I feel.

My name is Avalon Ashen. I am an omega and part of the Blood Moon pack. I'm turning eighteen today. I should be celebrating. But instead, I'm here cleaning for hours, like I do every day since the day Dad disappeared and I became the lowest-ranked omega in our pack. The other omegas look down on me.

The day they told me Dad had disappeared, Alpha Caspian demoted me to the lowest rank in our pack. I didn't have any say.

Alpha Caspian was tough, always had been and always will be. But he was always kind and gentle to the children, to me. But the attack had turned him cold. He took his anger out on everyone but most of the time he took it out on me. He's very temperamental and I mean very.

Before I couldn't say that Axel, his son, was any different now. He was also kind when we were kids but the attack had the same effect on him. Now they both hate me and aren't afraid to show it. Now Axel is the epitome of evil meets hatred, just like his father.

He's narcissistic, bipolar and not to mention the biggest man whore to ever exist. I can't believe that this is how I describe the person who used to be my best friend. He's slept with practically every girl in our pack, even the omegas. He's bullied a lot of the other wolves. He's even stolen from Alpha himself. Yet he's the pack's golden boy. Everyone obeys him whether they like it or not. Because if not he'll sic his goons, Griffin and Orion, his future Beta and Gamma, on them.

Axel turned 18 almost a year ago and has been eager to become Alpha. I have a feeling that once he becomes Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, doom awaits us all.

To make things worse Axel has been picking on me a lot more than usual these past few weeks. I mean he's always been mean to me but ever since he turned eighteen, it's gotten worse. At first he would just insult me and maybe pinch me or punch me in my arm, but now he'll slap me in my face, hit me with things or just throw me around like a rag doll.

I don't know what's gotten into him but I have a feeling that him almost having all the authority in the pack was getting to his head. I do know one thing though, that I have to stay away from him no matter what, especially when his girlfriend Greta was around. She was way worse than him.

A pack's members were supposed to protect and look out for each other. At least that's what all the kids used to say when I was still in school. I attended a hybrid school where there were humans werewolves and vampires. I saw how everyone got along with each other no matter who they were. I even had a few friends who knew what happened but didn't blame me for it.

Our pack was the complete opposite.