My Damaged Alpha

Chapter 4: Oblivion

Sometimes the truth you seek is not always the truth you want.

As a child, I thought my parents had a happy relationship. But apparently, that was not the case.

My mother was not the most virtuous woman, and had a child before meeting her mate, my father.

Furious with my mothers loose, debaucherous ways, he locked her up, separating her from society, men, and her first born.

Locked away until she was marked and birthed me, mother was not the same, or so Pops tells me. Pills were her lifeline and made the pain bearable to escape reality. She put on a mask plastered with happiness in front of her children, but on the inside she was broken beyond repair. Every night when she put my brother and I to sleep, she cried in the dark silence, a familiar lullaby from the void of her heart.

The one who made her like that was none other than my father.

Her mate.

Years passed and I was six years old. My mother turned into a shallow, cold hearted woman who despised my father. The mate bond to her was like a leash, a prison, which chained her to his side. Her soul consumed with hatred and the inability to forgive corrupted her.

I specifically remember on my mother's birthday, my father gifted her a large, sparkly diamond necklace. She quietly thanked him in front of us. However, later that night when I woke up to get water, I heard them yelling at each other over the necklace.

She claimed the necklace is a reminder of her imprisonment in father's pack and that she wanted to leave him. She screamed how much she hated him and how he tore her down and broke her.

Even if I knew they both loved me, though not loving each other, the delusions of a happy family came crumbling down, rotting my heart in the process, my innocence eaten away by the fakeness surrounding me.

That was my first panic attack.

Waking to a painful, bright light, I attempted to cover my eyes. But what I saw was not a hand.

It was a small white paw.

Jumping up screaming, or rather barking, I stared horrified at my lower body.

Four munchkin sized legs a few inches off the ground, all the same coloring as Atlas.

Atlas! He must know what's going on!

My attempts to mindlink him failed. He must still be in a deep slumber. He is not an early riser that's for sure.

On my own in this, I notice I was in Pops' room in the Southern House. Large, dark furniture dwarf my miniature size. Jumping off the bed, making my way to the floor length mirror on the left side of the room, I see Pops' has not graced me with his wonderful presence.

Good.

I'm not in the mood to deal with a traitor right now.

My jaw dropped when I saw my reflection. I saw a Pomeranian staring back at me.

A POPERANIAN.

I'M A FREAKING DOG!!!

Me, Julius Lupo, descendant of divine, dominant alphas, servants of the Moon Goddess herself, was transformed into a freaking mutt.

I never thought this would happen. Heck, I would rather believe a crazy homeless guy claiming that if I run around in a circle for thirty minutes, stark naked, a pink elephant would appear with a box of rainbow Frosted Flakes.

It had to be mere seconds before I felt Atlas' presence in my mind. He probably woke up due to the sheer panic, fear, and dread I was emitting.

'What's got your panties in a knot Julius?' Atlas yawned.

'You would never believe me if I told you. Take over right now before I faint.'

'What? Okay? It has been a while since I've taken over your body', stretching, Atlas prepared the takeover.

At that moment, I viewed the world from my minds eye. Atlas stood shellshocked, looking in horror at the mirror. As a descendants of divine alphas, our wolves are ancient warriors who have served and protected the Moon Goddess. Proud and powerful beings, their ego materialized from their appearance and strength.

Atlas, his domineering physic stolen from him, collapsed like a defenseless possum playing dead, and blacked out, sending my consciousness into oblivion. 

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