The Alpha's Cursed Omega Mate

Amelia's POV:

“No! Please, Alpha, please don’t do this!” My voice cracked as I fell to my knees in the mud. “I’ve done nothing wrong. Please, I beg you!”

The cold wind did not pity me. Nor did the circle of wolves standing beneath the silvered sky. Cloaked in silence, they stared at me as though I were filth.

Alpha Regan stood tall before me, face unreadable beneath the white furs draped over his shoulders. He didn’t speak at first. Only watched me cry, watched my fingers dig into the wet soil like a desperate thing trying to bury herself alive.

“You carry the blood of traitors.” He finally said. “Your parents betrayed this Pack, and for that, they were put to death.”

I wasn't even allowed to say goodbye. I had heard their screams through the stone walls of the dungeons. I had clawed and sobbed until my voice gave out, until my nails were torn and bleeding from scratching the door.

“But I am not them.” I whispered, barely able to get the words past my lips. “I—I didn’t know. I didn’t even know…”

“You were born from them. That’s enough.” He said. Then, lowering his voice, he continued. “The Elders say the curse upon you proves it. You are an omega with no control.”

I shook my head frantically. “I’m not dangerous, I swear I’m not! I don’t even shift anymore, my wolf is gone! Please, Alpha. I have no one left. Please.”

He turned his back.

And suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The kind that made me wish I'd died alongside my parents.

“From this day forth.” His voice rang out. “Amelia Evernight is banished. She shall never again set foot on Pack lands. If she is seen, she is to be hunted like the creature she is.”

“No!” I choked out. “Please don’t send me away. I have nowhere to go and I have no one.”

“Let the Goddess decide your fate.” Regan said without looking back.

Two enforcers grabbed me by the arms as I thrashed, screamed, and pleaded. “Please! I’m begging you! I didn’t do anything! Please, don’t make me go!”

“Hold her.” Someone muttered.

And then—oh gods—they brought out the branding iron that glowed with that unnatural red hue. I tried to fight them off, but the moment it touched my skin, I screamed like I was dying.

Because I was.

The brand burned into the back of my shoulder, searing the sigil that would damn me forever.

A mark for the exiled.

When they let me go, I collapsed onto the ground sobbing. My wolf whimpered inside me, barely a whisper in the back of my soul.

And then came silence.

I don’t know how long I stayed on my knees, staring blankly at the trees. I didn’t even cry anymore, because my body was too tired.

I walked. With no shoes. No cloak. Just the ragged gray dress they let me keep.

I walked until my legs buckled. I crawled until I couldn’t breathe. And when the moon rose and the wolves howled from far, far behind me, I laid down beneath a crooked birch tree and wished for death.

But it never came.

Later that night, the thirst became unbearable, and I wandered deeper into the woods in search of water. With no river in sight, I dropped to my knees beside the nearest mound of snow.

I began gathering snow in my hands to drink, when I suddenly heard the snap of branches. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my body had grown weak.

Before I could muster up the courage to move, a net came flying from the trees and wrapped around me. My body hit the ground hard. I kicked and thrashed, but the cords were thick, and coated in something that burned my skin.

Three men emerged from the darkness—shaggy, cruel-looking rogues with yellow teeth and mud-caked boots.

“Well, well.” One of them drawled, poking me with the end of his spear. “What do we have here?”

“Looks like a lost little mutt.” The second one sneered.

“Branded.” The third said, crouching down to look at my shoulder. “See that mark? One of those cursed omega witches.”

“Oh, the nobles will pay good coin for one like her.” The first grinned. “A little pretty too. What do you say we test the goods before we sell her?”

They laughed and began to tear open the net.

I screamed, kicked, bit, and thrashed like a rabid dog, but my strength was gone. My limbs wouldn’t obey, and my bruised body had gone still.

One of them climbed over me as soon as I was out of the net and I screamed. “No, please—PLEASE!” I pleaded, voice cracking. “Don’t touch me!”

His hand gripped my throat.

I fought. Goddess, I fought. I headbutted him. Bit his hand until I tasted blood. He cursed and struck me across the face so hard the world went white.

Another punch to my stomach left me gasping. And when a knee was lunged at my ribs, I curled into myself, and began coughing a handful of blood until I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was bound in chains. I didn't know how far they'd traveled with me at the back of their carriage, only that the skies changed and the air grew heavier.

They didn't stop, until we reached a camp filled with both branded girls and boys that were locked up in cages. I was thrown in with the others, and they all stared at me with haunted eyes.

The rogue who’d tried to hurt me earlier, smiled as he locked the gate. “Get some rest, darling. Tomorrow, you get to run for your life.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, until the following night.

I was curled up in the corner of the cage, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, when the girls began to whisper in hushed voices.

“They’re taking us to the royal hunting ceremony,” One of them murmured, eyes filled with unshed tears.

Another girl leaned closer. “Did you hear? Prince Klaus prefers flesh to fur.”

The first one nodded grimly. “I heard Prince Adrian once tore a girl’s leg off… just for amusement.”

From the far end of the cage, a quieter voice asked. “And the eldest? Prince Damien?”

“They say… he doesn’t hunt,” The second girl replied, almost reverently, as if that made him any less dangerous.

My heart dropped.

We were being sold to the royal family?

The cursed bloodline who ruled the kingdom with a golden smile and blood soaked hands?

I clutched the bars of my cage and looked out into the dark. Somewhere, out there, was a palace made of stone. Where, a prince would smile as h

e watched me run.

"Oh, Moon Goddess, if I survive this, I shall carry my gratitude to the end of my days.”