My Ultima Omega~ (Aphmau: Lucinda x Female Werewolf Reader)

Chapter One

^^^That's what the reader looks like- yes you're female. Your still a dyke tho.

:::3rdPersonPOV:::

Garte sighed as he looked at the little 6 year old girl once again- she was dressed in a black hoodie, cheep ripped blue jeans, and some dirty work boots. She looked just like Zane- but happier.

Garte: 'Well- I suppose I could change her. We already bought her some dresses.'

Y/n: 'Why the f*ck is this guy just staring at me?'

Garte/Y/n: Soooo........

Y/n sighed before grabbing her small bags full of clothes and walking towards the Limo that was parked outside.

Y/n: I'm Y/n.

As soon as Garte heard her speak he grew even more disappointed- she had a deeper voice, one that a six year old girl probably shouldn't have.

Garte: Well- You can call me Dad, But my real name is Garte Ro'Meave.

Y/n nodded and threw her stuff into the Limo, Then she held the door open for Garte.

Y/n: C'mon.

Garte just got in- then Y/n climbed in behind him.

Y/n: So- Who's my family?

Garte: Well, You have three brothers. Garroth is the oldest, he's kind, strong, a smart. He's th-

Y/n: Sounds like you put him on a pedestal. I'm pretty sure pedestals are meant for trophy's, not kids.

Grate: *Irritated* Moving On... Zane is a jerk, He hides his face behind that stupid hair and never comes out of his blasted room. He's just so difficult-

Y/n: Or maybe you just don't know him because you refuse to except him as your son. Maybe if you would spend time with him you would find out that there's a reason behind everything he does.

Garte: *Pissed* Whatever! Then- There's Vlyad. He's adopted, the only reason we got him was for Zianna, we found him on the streets and she couldn't let go of him. He's pretty nice- but doesn't have the Ro'Meave charm.

Y/n: So you dislike him just because he's adopted off the streets and not in your bloodline.

Garte: I didn't say tha-

Y/n: Well- Juding by your family descriptions. You only want me to be a trophy. Let me tell you a few things first off- I'm not a trophy; so don't put me on a pedestal. Pink is not my color; it looks like a fairy barfed on me. Lastly- Dresses are a large no; Skirts included. Got a problem with any of that? Then take me back to the orphanage.

Garte: Great- Another disappointment. Look brat, the only reason your still coming home with me is so that Zianna will be happy. You are so lucky that your the only girl in that orphanage- otherwise you would still be stuck in that shut hole!

Y/n: At least when I lived in that shit hole- I got respect, love, and honor. I can already tell your number one goal is to make me suffer.

Garte: *Sighs* You're a unappreciative brat.

Y/n: And you're an old man who's way out of his league. Fix that tie then maybe we'll talk about me.

Garte: W-What the hell!? You're like six! Garroth is six and he can barely stand an insult without crying!

Y/n: I grew up around despair and drugs, not loving and hugs.

Just then the limo stopped- the driver looked like he was gonna laugh his ass off any second. Garte sighed and got out, Y/n climbed out and grabbed her stuff. As soon as she was on the front steps of the house the door swung open and Y/n was suddenly pulled into a massive hug.