Chapter 2 Silver POV

Chapter 2

Working in the pack house since I was a walking pup had me hoping it was Monday. Picking up the broom that fell, for now, the third time I get myself up the last flight of stairs; the pack house is a monster of a mansion with a total of five floors; it's a rainy night outside, which my hair is fully aware of; the moisture environment gets my badly damaged hair in an agitated state; I look like I got electrocuted when it's just raining; if only looks were my only problem,

It's Friday night, and I'm doing everyone else's chores again because I need the money. Exchanges in the routine of who works for the omegas are not easy; they are always done before the superior omega, and we work hard to get our income. The four omegas out partying will work on my free day on a Monday. Or suffer the consequences of my backup not showing up. The place is beautiful-cream white with crystal decorations and gold everywhere, like the Luna of the pack.

Setting things back where they belong, I hear moaning. I'm in the Alpha's suit, the last set of stairs on top. This was typical, but it wasn't okay to be up here knowing how evil Luna was to me. I hate with a passion thinking about this because I did nothing wrong to her, and if I did, she has never told me. She always sees me out to punish me; I'm never good enough for the Luna Gold. She hates that I have her first name and calls me the pack weakens, just like my last name would state. Still, it's just a last name. I would never hurt her or anyone else, for that matter. Why would I do it for zero reasons? I'm just an orphan omega; my aura states I'm an omega, so why seek me out like that?

Now I'm running against time because, I swear-I mean, I was sure they were sleeping; I guess the happy couple found time to get some stress out of their bodies. Still, I'm praying she doesn't seek me out and the pregnancy doesn't happen. I hope we get a little Alpha or Luna around the pack house; it's been too depressing without the kids of Luna Sophy from the Bush pack. The head omega, Catherina, says the Alpha has been busy. The chances are low, as usual, but I want the best for them both.

The goddess knows how much I pray they are happy. I have lived with Catherina since I was a pup. Her brother had such a big crush on me growing up that he asked me to be his chosen mate when we got our wolves. When I said no, it broke his heart. He left for the Gray Pack to train for the warrior position. I'm happy for him in his training. He is a good guy. It's just that I couldn't take him away from his destined mate. He deserves to be satisfied.

Living this life isn't easy, as I never knew a thing about my parents; they abandoned me after disowning me; according to the late Luna, they were teenagers themselves and didn't want the responsibility of a pup. She is leaving me here to be raised by the Omegas. I'm grateful that Catherina has been like a big sister to me; she has this way of smothering me with love and caring. We would be perfect if she weren't a girly omega; she prefers TV, drama, and classic love. On the other hand, I like a good book, a lovely table with a chair, and, if I'm lucky, a hot mug of coffee to read to my heart's content, which I hope to achieve this Monday.

I close the supply closet doors by cleaning my hand, my dark purple leggings, a purple shirt with a muffing logo, and my slippers. Leaving the things where they belonged, I heard the Alpha finish with a hard grunt. My body shook; his voice was always so sexy, but for some reason, I never understood why. I told Catherina beforehand, years ago, when I got my wolf, and all she could say was the same conclusion our head omega also came to. In school, we learn the difference between a chosen and destined mate. When a chosen mate has been marked, the possibility of them finding their fated mate will never happen because they have decided to deny their fate.

A fated mate who marks their own is blessed with a long, happy life, and I want that for myself. I have never been selfish, but with this one, I can be for the good of my heart and my wolf. Reaching the last floor of the pack house, I enter the main reunion room of the Omegas to punch out, after which I will go to my shared room to rest what I can, for the rest of the weekend will be hell. Reaching the room, I punch myself out, then take my things from my locker at the back of the room that I share with nine more. Walking from the reunion room, I hear Luna shouting at the Alpha.

"How dare you lie to me! Joking like that as if it's funny, Stan! You know how I feel about this!" I heard a loud door slam. I was now afraid Luna would get me and hurt me. When she walked down the center stairs, I stood still, waiting to know if anything else could happen. I held tighter to my bag. The Luna of our pack isn't evil. But when her anger comes out, she brings fear into our lives. When I was little, she pushed me down those stairs after getting a boy to say she was ugly for wearing yellow.

"Marcela!" I shouted the Alpha; I feared what could happen; what else could I do other than stay still? When Luna Gold looked back, she moved to my side, and we met eye to eye. Walking to me, she took my hand harshly. "Come with me," she told me, yanking my hand. Another bruise; I couldn't go without one on my body for a day. She pulled me into the main living room, closing the door slightly. The door was knocked hard by the Alpha. "I didn't joke about it; your stupid TV show has you uptight. When you're done acting like a bitch for Luna, come out and talk to me." I heard Luna growl menacingly.

Gulping, I held myself tight in a hug. "Luna Silver I," she snapped at me for calling her Silver, "my name is Marcela; why is that so fucking hard to get? Do you have an issue with my name?" I shook my head, afraid of her anger. It slipped off my tongue-my last name-out of fear. "No, no, Luna Marcela, that's not why; I just," she growled at me louder, don't want to be here. I wanted to go home; it had been such a hard day. The exhaustion was overwhelming; it was a lot to take on when the job was for four omegas, and I was already drained by work.

Luna Marcela Gold had another meaningful fight with the Alpha, but I had no intention of making it worse. "You think you are so funny, an omega calling me Silver when my name is prettier? What do you have against my name?" She walked towards me in her robe and said, "Luna, I didn't mean any harm; it's just my automatic reply; your name is Marcela Gold; I never meant to disrespect you." She punched me in the face, took me by my neck, and slammed me against the wall. I lost my breath and fell to the floor.

Opening my eyes, I'm in beautiful, colorful woods; there are bushes of flowers everywhere, and the place looks so warm and inviting. Getting up from the grass, I looked at my surroundings to see a woman with long curly purple hair. She looked beautiful with her porcelain skin that had freckles. "Welcome, my child," she spoke softly. I wanted to go closer to her but feared she wouldn't want to be near an omega. "Don't fear, my child; I have seen the troubling things you have survived."

She placed her hand behind me and walked me to a small area with tall pine trees; it felt cold there. "I'm sorry for being rude, but I don't know who you are; could you please tell me? My name is Marcela Silver." I started introducing myself, hoping to know who this woman was, which relaxed me in a place I had never been. Her hand on my back pushed slightly when she said, "I am your goddess, and I have to speak to you both." She said it on a sweet note, but I wondered who she meant. I looked at her while we walked; it was hard not to. She felt at home. Safe from anything evil in this world, it was amazing how nice she was.

"Where am I?" I heard Luna Gold shout, and I started to retract when the Goddess pushed me back forward, saying, "Have no fear, my child; I am with you." My heart was hammering so loudly that I could barely hear her words. I was too scared to register what she had told me, but I had to stay faithful. If she was the moon goddess, then I knew the moon goddess wouldn't harm me. What I feared the most was what Luna Gold would do to me if I pissed her off again. Or if she got angry at something, I would pay for it. The moon goddess and I stopped right behind Luna Gold, who turned to see us, and then her red face shouted at me, "You kidnapped me! How dare you!" The moon goddess raised her hand, indicating that she should stop, but Luna Gold didn't have it.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Her accomplice? None of this is going to get you into my position. No matter how badly you want to be someone in this life, you have zero chances of ever being half the Luna I am!" She kept saying; My heart hurt to hear she saw nothing good in me. I have never done a thing to have Luna hate me, but maybe I had made horrible choices; maybe the Lysol I used with lemon wasn't her favorite, giving her rash, or perhaps I didn't stock her fridge the night before.

Lost in my mind, I heard low growls around us. Moving closer to the moon goddess, I hugged her out of fear, saying, "Please don't let them eat me!" I begged her when the Luna snarled, "I'm your Luna, and you won't even consider protecting me? Are you just going to ask for protection? Are you fucking kidding me?" Just as she said her words, the Moon Goddess spoke, "Mark my words from this moment: I bind your wolf and soul to Marcela Silver, as I bind your wolf and soul to Marcela Gold until you both learn the lessons of love and shall remain in each other's bodies." Then it all went black again.