Different [Completed]

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Different

Ch.1

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Do you feel like you deserve to die? Do you feel the urge to fall down and die?Well that's me. That's my life.

How rude of me.

I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Peridot Howard, a member of the Moonlight Pack. They treat me like shit, and that's what I am.

I'm sixteen but in eleven months I'll be seventeen and able to become a rogue. I haven't got a mate yet, but hopefully he'll give me love and affection and not be on of snobby jerks who reject their mates and then expect their mates to forgive them and come back. It's just what the actual fuck.

If my mate rejects me, it's his loss. I will never EVER forgive him. He'll be mateless forever.

I guess this is how my life would be for the rest of time. Mateless. Hated By The World. Lonely. Just because my wolf has pure white fur. They don't even consider me Omega.

''PERIDOT!'' Damon screeched from downstairs.

I groaned getting up from the floor. I was still in all my rags anyway, I didn't really have clothes.

I made my way downstairs, my feet hurting from the friction.

"Bitch, make me some breakfast. I asked you for breakfast at nine!" He bellowed. "Nine!"

"But bitch, guess what time it is!" He stated. "Eight fifty eight! Eight freakin fifty eight!"

What? But that meant I was late in a way, but also early in a way.

"Because you, you, the hoe, the whore, snored!" He growled.

"You snore as if Iggy Azalea and Nicki Minaj where having sex in your dreams," I muttered underneath my breath.

"Say what now?"

"Nothing sir."

Damon was three quarters black, and one quarter white. His father, the old Alpha, who is still alive, was a full on African American man, from Ghana (It's a beautiful country, last year I visited Accra and Kumasi in Ghana.) His mother was mix race, half British and Ghanaian too. So it made Damon have an exotic type of skin colour, like caramel but slightly lighter. He had curly black hair and hazel eyes.

Half an hour later, I served Damon his breakfast, which consisted of everything in the fridge.

I didn't dare sit down with him.

I had to stand, and watch him eat, before taking his plate and washing the pack's dishes.

What a boring, boring life I live.

I caught Desmond, my only friend and my brother from another mother.

He's an omega too. But the funny thing was, he is Damon's son, heir to this pack. Damon's mate is dead. He killed her after he gave birth to Desmond and Eli.

Desmond has mocha coloured skin, as he is three quarters white, one quarter black. Same for Eli, but Eli is the only son Damon actually loves. Desmond has black shaggy hair like his father, but amazing blue eyes like his mother, Lindsey.

Desmond winked at me.

"Desmond." Damon said plainly. "Get the fuck out of my kitchen."

'Correction, the packs kitchen.' Desmond mind linked. But he left anyways. Damon finished, basically throwing the plates at me, before spitting on the floor. Then he cleared his mouth of food, and spat that on the floor, leaving a disgusting sight.