Zachary Damon King: Alpha, ruthless, and leader of the Crestmoon Pack.
Y/n M/n L/n: Runt, kind, and an Omega.
The Moon Goddess has her weird ways, and when Zachary learns Y/n the pack runt and failure is his mate rejection is obviously the first cho...
"I, Zachary King, reject you, Y/n M/n L/n, as my mate" I could feel something in my mind snap, and a searing pain spread voraciously throughout my body making me cry out.
I fell to my knees and held my stomach and coughed, blood spattering onto the ground"I-I'm sorry, just please don't do this" I said pitifully looking into his cold silver eyes. "You're weak y/n, a runt, you will never be fit to take place as my Luna" he spat.
He turned and walked away from me leaving me in pain and whimpering. It took what felt like a lifetime for me to gather enough strength to stand up.
I limped back home and as soon as I opened the door I fell as another wave of pain hit me. I screamed out in agony, and my mother came with a sneer on her face "Are you that stupid that you can't fathom that you should be seen and not heard" she said, veins bulging from her neck.
"R-rejected" I stuttered out and she feigned a sympathetic look "Maybe if you hadn't been so weak" she hissed.
Disgust was written clearly on her face, a pure sullen hatred just for me as she watched me stumble to my room.
Why couldn't anyone see I was in pain? Why did my size have to justify how I should be treated? Why did I have to be so fucking useless?
I closed the door to my room and stood up fully before taking down a duffel bag and throwing my things in. I couldn't take anymore, I was going to die if I stayed here.
I opened my window and threw my bag down when I was ready and looked around making sure I didn't forget anything. My eyes came across my grandmothers necklace, and I took it quickly and placed it around my neck under my shirt.
"Y/nnn, where the fuck is ya?!" My father yelled, and from the slur, in his words, I could tell he was drunk. I was halfway out of the window, and I turned taking one good, last look of my room before jumping down.
I fell to my knees and yelped as they scraped against rocks, blood staining my jeans but I grabbed my things quickly and ran. I ran until it felt like my lungs were about to burst and my legs were going to give out on me, I ran so deep into the forest I at first didn't realize I was past pack boundaries.
I was on my own. I could have smiled at the taste of freedom but I couldn't have been more wrong.
I felt someone pin me to the ground and I squirmed around only for them to slam my head into a rock embedded in the soil beneath me.
Rogues.
"No, please I'm sorry for being in your territory" I panicked, and the male on top of me smirked. He caressed my face making me flinch involuntarily making me scowl as he backhanded me.
"Such a beautiful thing" he murmured, and I whimpered when he inhaled my scent. His other cronies just smirked cruelly, and that night I would never be able to forget what had happened to me.
I would always see his wicked brown eyes, his devilish smile; his touch left a dirty feeling all over me. But that night left me with two unsuspecting presents.
My twin girls.
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A/n: First part done! And this is one of the things I'm changing, this story is now interracial. I've really had an obsession with interracial stories whether they're AMBW or WMBW. In this case it's WMBM (White man black man) And I'm making the twins older. I really do hope you enjoyed.
