1 Chapter 1: my mess of a life

JADE

What is love?

The humans say it's the deepest feeling anyone can have for a person. It makes you wild, it makes you crazy, it makes you willing to protect, it makes you willing to do anything for the one you care for.

And me? That's all I've ever wanted.

But the mate bond, it's something else.

The mate bond for us, wolves, is far greater and stronger than love.

It's an indescribable pull that binds you to the heart of another. You feel what they feel, even in death. It's almost unbreakable.

Danger word, almost unbreakable. Yes, it can still break.

All my life, I've wanted nothing more than to be loved and the only person I knew I could get that from, was my mate.

All my existence, I've endured the pain, the bruises, with the hope of finding my fated mate. He'd protect me, he'd take me away from all this pain, he would be my salvation. And most importantly, he'd love me.

Or that's what I thought.

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"Jade, you wretched omega! What are you still doing in bed?! Do you want me too break your stupid neck? Get up before my HUSBAND, the Alpha, gets mad!"

I would do anything to cut off that shrill, annoying voice. It was Perry, the Luna.

Fuck, she's not just the Luna, she's married to my mate, Alpha of the Silverstone Pack.

While me, his real mate, is nothing but a slave to him.

Tears rolled down my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to push them back in. It's enough she's married to him, her scorns weren't necessary.

I pulled back the sheets and pushed myself up before meeting her menacing gaze.

"Slave, you've got a lot of guts." She sneered.

I always thought slavery was bad, but I didn't know slaving for others was way more easier than being your own slave's mate.

Years ago, I was sold off by my parents because they needed cash.

I know they only did it because I was an omega.

A delta family having an omega daughter was a slap to their reputation so they didn't hesitate to sell me off.

I remember the syndicate they sold me to. I had to work as a slave there, before they sold me off to him.

FLASHBACK

"Filthy bitch!" Another jab hit my side as I laid cuddled into a ball on the muddy ground while Franco, our second master, hit me continuously.

"Franco, calm your wolf." Elias, our master, halted him.

"This witch, she was trying to escape again." Franco seethed, throwing daggers at me.

"What?" Elias threw me a shocked lock that morphed into anger. "Again?" He asked.

"He was trying to rape me." I answered back, pointing at Franco.

"Lies, she even stole some of the diamonds they mined here. She was going to run away with our diamonds." Franco accused.

I wasn't even given time to defend myself. Before I could speak, I saw Elias's eyes flash red with his wolf, then next thing, I was banged against a rock.

"Bitch, you'll learn your lesson." He growled and that was the last thing I heard before I passed out..

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. Without my wolf, I couldn't see anything but it stank in here.

There were some voices outside. They sounded low and distant but I could tell they were talking about me.

Staggering in the dark, I moved to the walls and tried to listen in on what they were saying.

"...the big boss has decided her fate. She would be sold at the omega feast tomorrow." One of the voices said.

"Can't believe that bitch tried escaping again. Anyway, boss won't let her go so easily. This was her last strike." I heard the second say.

"Yes, you're right.

That was her last strike. Keeping her will be very dangerous, it's better we sell her and make some profit off her, though I'm not sure anyone would want a worthless lowlife like that omega." The first guy snickered.

I'd be lying if I said his words didn't hit a string or two in my heart. Calling a girl ugly always hits home, more than anyone can imagine. But that wasn't what got me.

He said omega feast!

Omega feast? They were taking me to the omega feast?

No, that couldn't be true. I could endure many things but not the omega feast.

It's one thing to be a slave and another to be a sex slave. And that's what the omega feast does to female omegas.

Turns them to sex slaves for their new masters (anyone who ends up buying them), to use and devour.

At the thought of it, I began to shake.

The omega feast is held once in a week, and men of great power and wealth, attend it to buy as many omegas as they wish.

All the sickos and psycho alphas and powerful wolves attend this sick version of a literal trafficking ring.

"...she might be skinny but that doesn't mean she won't fetch some money. Come to think of it, she does have a nice ass and her figure's quite a stunner." The voices came again.

Tsk.

Now back to that feast, I can't attend it. No, I can't imagine a crazy old man or psycho alpha buying me and forcing me to do things I don't wanna do.

I have to escape from here, before they get me to that blasted feast. I need to leave.

Goddess, who am I kidding? I can't escape, even if I wanted to.

The last time I tried, Franco caught me, I'm sure they would take extra measures this time. And even if I did manage to run away, I'm sure their wolves would catch up to me fast.

No matter how I see it, I'll be at the loosing end since they have their wolves and I don't.

Geez, I can't even use the sickness excuse, they'll know I'm lying.

Fuck it, I'm doomed to be part of those omegas that would be sold tomorrow at the feast, whether I like it or not.