Her Feral Mate

If you pay close attention, you can hear the loud breathing and the palpitating sounds of a terrified werewolf deep in the Bayview Forest close to the Blue Moon Pack.

There was a big chase, and this was strange because wolves were confrontational beings who fought to their death and never ever submitted to an equal rank.

But this wolf running did not have a choice. The Feral one chasing was under the compelling desire to not kill him but just leave a bite. For a moment, it seemed he would not succeed as the sane wolf was faster, but not fast enough though because right before he could cross the border, the feral wolf caught Beta Jordan and bit his calf.

He screamed for help through the pack link in sorrow and loss as the poison went all through his veins.

“Taylor!” The pack head chef called out “You need to come take this basket to the alpha's room and then take these clothes to the laundry. Also, you must get those fruits from the farm before coming back so hurry up with that, will you?” She finished while stirring the big pot she was cooking with.

This was the third task she had assigned to Taylor this morning

“Yes Mrs Rosie, I will be on my way I just need to get this food to the sick Beta first” she responded

“Well what are you waiting for? Get on with it” she commanded

“Yes Mrs Rosie”

This was Taylor's everyday routine except for taking care of the sick Beta who had contacted the feral bite. The other Omegas even got days off but not her.

She had been abandoned by her parents at the park border. She believed that if her own parents did not want her, evidently, something must be wrong with her.

Every chore was her responsibility before anyone else's and she was always busy even until midnight. She grew up this way and at that point Taylor was used to her name being called by the entire Pack to come do one thing or the other.

Nevertheless she took it in stride, always smiling and trying to make the best out of the life she was handed.

But one thing kept her going all through her days and sometimes when things were terrible, all she had to do was think about it.

When she turns 21, she will get her own mate who will take her out of this life and give her a better one.

“You know, I have a feeling he will be a tall, dark and handsome wolf and maybe he works in border patrol and security or some other job that makes him very strong.” She linked to her wolf Celia in their mindlink

“What is your obsession with tall men Taylor? You are quite short” her wolf snickered

“Oh wow you're calling me short? Betraying your own human? Classy. No night run for you today” she threatened with a smile.

“Come on Taylor I was just kidding, in fact I think you're going to get the finest man in this Pack and he will make everything better for us.” She assured her.

“I can't wait! I will be a very happy woman when we meet.” She gushed to her wolf.

“But what if he is not in our pack? You know we're not allowed to travel outside of the pack borders, will we have to wait until we come here?”

“We just have to trust that the goddess will take care of us. I mean we do deserve a break” Celia reasoned just as she stepped into the Alpha's chambers to deliver the fruits she was sent to give to the Luna.

“Taylor, how old are you again?” asked the Luna who was sitting in her mirror, touching up her makeup.

She paused in confusion as the question came out of nowhere. The Luna has never paid attention to her before.

“I will be 21 next month, my Luna” she replied.

“Hmm. You can go” she told her, shooing her away with a wave of her hand.

She did as she was told without question.

Due to her low status in the pack, she never had any friends.

When she had transformed into a werewolf, she went through the Change alone.

It was in her room near the kitchen, a room given to her so she could be accessible at every point in time, far from the rest of the pack which lived upstairs, about fifty floors.

So it was no surprise that when she was going through the change, no one came to help her, she nearly died from the process but she survived it.

Three days after the Change, she was back to her chores as opposed to the 1 week every other newly changed werewolf was given. A new being was just added to her body and she wasn't allowed to adjust properly. But she still thrived in her pain.

The only consequence was that her wolf was a little unhinged and needed to be let out very often to run as it was forced to mature too early.

“Celia, I need your help carrying this bigger basket to the laundry” Taylor spoke to her wolf, “I don't even understand how many clothes they wear in a day, it's so heavy! Ugh!” She complained

“They have the luxury of changing any time they feel like so they waste clothes. I wish I could do the same. These night runs are awesome but a girl needs to feel the sun more often” Celia said.

“Taylor, stop bringing these clothes late. We've already finished yesterday’s batch and have been waiting for you” One of the Omegas who was responsible for the washing was just trying to get a response out of her as usual because that was an obvious lie. The amount of clothes that still needed ironing were scattered all over the laundry house.

But her motto was to ignore it and keep walking.

She apologized and left, trying very hard not to cry.

Once again, it was on her to serve dinner. The pack always treated dinner like a huge affair, it was where they bonded together. But it was also the hub of gossip and the pecking order was established based on who was who in the pack

As she got to dropping the last cart, her arms already feeling the weight of the dishes, she heard snickering on her left.

She turned around and sighed.

“Good evening Megan” she greeted, trying to avoid being dunked in water this beautiful morning.

She briskly walked to the kitchen to avoid hearing their voices and the annoying things they always had to say about her.

If she ever made any attempt to forget who she was, Megan and her cronies made it their responsibility to remind her.

She pretended a choir of parrots were having a concert beside her and focused on serving as she was forced to.

She was not starved but she always ate when everyone else was done. But wolves were heavy eaters so some nights, she would not get a single drop.

And today looked like one of those days so she quickly took an apple from the table and went back to the kitchen to ensure everything was done.

But immediately Taylor got to the part of the crowd where teenagers sat while waiting for the Alpha to open the night's activities, Megan got up, obviously bored and walked after her.

Her father had recently become the Beta so she had more pep to her walk, more confidence, more freedom to do whatever she wanted to Taylor.

She grabbed Taylor her hair from the back even though she was walking really fast to avoid the onslaught of Megan's crooked mind.

"Look at you, a little thief now, huh? After all we do for you in this pack, you still lack the decency to allow us to be fed before you. Pathetic. Now, do yourself a favor and drop that Apple right in my palm or you can see yourself sleeping in the dungeons tonight.” she said while the teenagers who had now focused their attention on her laughed at her.

"I'm sorry, I just knew there won't be anything left tonight. The warriors trained extra hard today" Taylor replied, putting the Apple in her hand.

She grabbed Taylor by the ears

“So you have been watching our warriors yea? You think one of them is going to rescue you from your status? You little gold digger! No matter what happens, you are still going to keep doing the dishes for the rest of your life so make sure you lower your head around your superiors” she demanded.

Once again, she was silent, chosing not to respond to their crap because she knew she was avoiding showing her true strength for a reason.

Everyone in the pack excluded her from every social spectrum and instead resorted to sending her on unending errands, so she knew if she took the bait the queen bees were setting for her, she might become homeless in an instant.

Before she could remove Megan's hand from her ear, damning the consequences, the goddess came to her rescue as the Beta called for his precious daughter.