Loving The Unloved (Original Story)

Chapter 1

The sun rose up upon the land, all types of people awakening. Masters and slaves, humans and half breeds, all of them with a different duty. Half breeds start the day by making their master's breakfast while the humans ready themselves for work. But as the light traveled past the city and into the Woods of the Unwanted, it shined unto the corrupted orphanage of the unwanted.

But even then, there was segregation within the building as well. Humans living in comfortable rooms while the half breeds live underground in crowded rooms. Everyone is so eager to screw a full-bred that they don't want to take care of the pups that come. Probably why full-bred wolves are expensive to buy and rare to find in general.

Half breeds are the next best thing to humans. Charlie thought it was unfair. They were just as human as those humans that walk above ground. But as he looked in the mirror, he always ends up hating himself. Why did he have to be one? He had a mop of shaggy black hair that went down to his shoulders. His pointed ears and his fangs always scare the human kids whenever he meets them.

His yellow eyes were unnatural to people. Then there was his tail, the one thing that he can't hide. No one won't adopt him thanks to his features. He was too intimidating. But if you ask any of his bedmates, he was too sensitive. The Alphas push him around for fun than to use him for breeding. He was too weak.

The betas ignore him, treating him like the runt of the litter. The Omegas look sad for him or too scared of him. He just doesn't know how to fit in with either side. As he thought, life is unfair.

So why in the hell did a billionaire man pick him to adopt?

The man stood tall with a degrading look and lips in a scowl. He was in a suit so neat, Charlie felt underdressed. Then again, he wasn't in clean clothes at the moment. "Are you sure sir? He's not the best pick of the other half breeds I have." The owner told him the man. Charlie really was loving the vote of support... Not really. But who could blame him if Charlie himself thought the same thing? This billionaire must not be bright.

"Are you questioning my decision boy?" The man's voice was so stern and cold, it made Charlie jumped as well. He was starting to think the orphanage was the place to be than go with him. But he doesn't have that choice, now did he? He didn't think so. "No, sir! I will get him ready, sir."

Charlie was then ushered by a few people to a bathroom and took a very harsh sponge bath to get rid of the stench and grime from his skin. Then he was sprayed with perfume and force on decent clothes. Charlie didn't understand any of it but went along with it. Why not? Maybe his new home will be good.

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Who the hell was he kidding? He's about to be a slave for a billionaire man and most likely going to be dead or replaced within a week from doing a poor job. "Now, here's a tip, keep your mouth shut and follow each order without question. Do that or you will be back here soon. You understand pup?" The owner told him. Charlie nodded.

But he hopes the man would be kind enough to put him in another orphanage rather than put him back here. He was escorted to the upper floor, the light blinding him for a moment. It has been a while since he saw daylight. Too bright for eyes, but it adjusted.

They escorted him outside to a black limo. Charlie never saw a long car like that before. If he has to be with this man, he has so much to get used to. The man stood tall, his green eyes staring coldly into his soul. Charlie whined and bow his head. So damn submissive. The owner put Charlie's collar on him and gave the man the leash. "Here's your half breed sir. Have a good day."

The man nodded at him before yanking the leash. "Come pup. In the car." Keeping his head down, he hurried into the limo. He was surprised by how roomy it was. The man got in after him and the limo started to move. "What's your name pup?" The man reached for a wine bottle.

Charlie held himself. "Charlie sir." The man nodded as he pours himself a glass. "Good name. You will refer me as your master or Mr. Peterson to others when asked. You have a long ride until we reach our destination and your new home. Take a nap. I want you to be energized and well-rested."

The Master demanded. "Yes, sir." Charlie laid down and closed his eyes. It took a while before he fell asleep, but when the man turns on some soft classical music Charlie never heard of, his eyes got heavy and he fell asleep.