The most easily available gift you can offer to someone is kindness, but it is so expensive these days that not many can afford it. So if you have a kind soul, fight every last bit of negativity to hold onto it. Because this world will do everything in its power to snatch that from you.
~~ Angelina Bhardawaj
Aziza Jerrika's POV
"Is she the one?"
"Oh my God, I can't believe the girl has no wolf,"
"Isn't that the same as being cursed?"
"I know, right? I am sure beta Alexander would've killed himself one more time when if had come to know of his daughter's wolfless self,"
“What a shameful disgrace to the family. And to say she was training to take over the beta position. I feel bad for her,”
"What is there to feel bad about? I don't even understand why such a disgrace is allowed in our pack. She is nothing but a speck of dirt to our community."
“I know, right? She is shaming our entire pack. We had such a good track record, and it’s all because of her that we have our name on our list we never thought about.”
"I guess we should start a petition against her staying here and polluting our environment."
"I am on your side, Kayla. I can't imagine what sin she committed in her past life or this life for her to be cursed like this."
It’s funny how they casually talk about the dead when he died protecting the pack and like a loyal member.
These words marked my life since I turned fourteen and didn't change into my wolf.
It was a matter of shame for a werewolf to be born without a wolf. And the moon goddess has honored me with such a curse.
Well, that’s what everyone thinks.
I didn’t turn into my wolf in front of everyone when I turned fourteen, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a wolf.
I have a wolf. And a very peculiar one at that.
A wolf that I turned into when I was only five years old, which I must mention is something that happens once in a blue moon, and because of that, my dad kept this fact a secret. He was sure there was a bugger reason behind this and he wanted to keep this from everyone.
Strangely, no one ever seemed to sense her either, not even the alpha of the pack.
My mother died giving birth to me, and my dad sacrificed himself in a rogue attack like the honored and proud beta he was.
Living with my Aunt Marla, who doesn't give two damn about whether I am alive or dead, and my not-so-lovely sister hasn't been a simple task for me since then.
After losing my dad when I was thirteen, I was ready to take part in all the kinds of training in the pack. Everyone was happy about it as they wanted their honored beta’s daughter to take over the position. However, when I didn't turn into my wolf in front of everyone, I was suddenly demoted from the prestigious beta's daughter to a mere omega.
An omega, everybody hated, and no one dared to befriend. In simple words, the outcast of the pack.
I am sure, my dad would’ve protected this secret even now if he was alive, and that’s why I never told anyone I have a wolf.
Even after all of this, all the hatred I received all these years, there was a glimmer of hope for me to keep fighting the urge to kill myself every day.
The hope was like a ray of light seeping through the cave of my dark life.
A mate.
A person who would love me without a care in the world. Someone who would accept me with all my flaws and my shortcomings and will love me eternally. A person who would fill my life with the light of his love, care, and adoration. And someone who I can trust with my secret. The secret that my father asked me to keep and protect until I turned eighteen and beyond.
Yes, I was waiting for that person to arrive and light up my world.
'Or a person who can give you a lifetime of misery,' the voice in my head said, and from the pessimistic advice, I was sure that it was none other than the devilish side of my mind, my arrogant wolf.
'I am not an arrogant wolf, Aziza. No one can love you more than I do. I am -'
"Miss Aziza, standing there like this won't actually take you to the school. You know that, right?" I heard a voice behind me, making me turn to look at the former Alpha of the pack.
Bowing my head to the person who was once my father's best friend, I looked away, waiting for him to leave, as it would be a sign of disrespect if I left before him when he had just spoken to me.
Once I made sure he was nowhere in sight, I finally straightened my position, only to come face to face with none other than the current Alpha.
"Woah. So your body is alright. With the way you were bowing for so long, I had thought something happened to your spine," he mocked me, and I scoffed inside my head.
"I am appalled by your concern, Alpha Damian. I am sure it's your thoughtfulness towards your subjects that Camille is so attracted to," I said, looking him straight in the eyes, and he squinted his brows, a flash of sadness passing through his eyes, making me sigh.
"Why is it you are always so polite and docile to everyone, but when it comes to me, your mouth is as sharp as a blade?" He asked me, and I looked at him, wanting him to find his reasons himself.
It wasn't that I wanted to be particularly rude to him, but I didn't know how to control my mouth around him.
‘Really?’ My wolf asked, and I sighed.
‘Ok, I agree. I want to be particularly rude to him. Damn it, can you let me pretend to be a good person for some time?’ I asked, and she scoffed, making me roll my eyes before I looked at Damian.
Well, it isn’t exactly my fault I am like this. Things changed drastically these years for me. Damian was once my best friend and my biggest supporter when I was a child.
We used to play for hours, promising each other things like how we would stay together forever because we would be each other's mates. He was the one who held onto me when my father died for the pack's safety and taught me how to continue my life when I was heartbroken.
He was the one who used to teach me things and play with me when I used to go to the lake and sit quietly, drowning in the pain of my dad's loss. He had become my everything, a hero I looked up to and someone I had started falling for.
'Yes, a hero who can't do anything except lie and make fake promises,' My wolf commented again, making me sigh.
She was right this time. And maybe that’s what hurts me the most.
I was sure that no matter who betrayed me in this toxic world, Damian would never betray me or leave my side. I was sure of it, and that's why I was so shell-shocked when he pushed me away from his side when he came to know I might never turn into my wolf.
"Do I still need to tell you why I am hostile towards you, Alpha Damian? I think you are intelligent enough to know the reason. Let’s not waste each other’s time. Your girlfriend Camille must be waiting for you," I turned around and was about to leave when he held my hand, making a shot of pleasure run down my spine. I widened my eyes before looking at him.
Ho-how can I still get so affected by his touch even after all those years? Am I for real?! I wanted to reprimand myself, but did he feel those pleasurable shocks too?
However, the neutral expression on his face as he looked at me with his clenched jaws made me realize I was the only one feeling like this, and all the hopes crashed again.
Apparently, he had buried all those feelings deep inside the water when he had pushed me into the lake, calling me a speck of dirt.
"Let me take you to school. You'll get late at this rate," Damian’s voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I gave him my best fake smile.
"Don't worry about it, Alpha Damian. If I can't go there by road, I can still choose the fastest way by swimming there, no?" I snapped, and he glared at me.
"Aziza, you are testing my patience and your luck with me these days," His words made me smile.
"Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it? Kill me? I am just kidding anyway. Zach is coming to meet me. He will drop me at the school,"
Damian snarled at me as soon as I completed my sentence.
"How dare you take help from an outsider when your alpha is offering you the help? You are coming with me, and that's final," he said, and before I could react to his words, he pulled my hand all the way towards the car as he pushed me inside before starting the engine, making me look towards the pack house where a few girls were looking at me and whispering things into each other's ears.
Nothing good, I am sure.
"Aziza, you know what I did that day on the cliff was in a fit of anger and frustration. I didn't want to do it. I was just angry and -" Damian started but stopped when my phone rang with an incoming call from Zach.
"Hello?"
"Hello, my dear. What is my favorite lantern doing? I am just a few minutes away from your pack," Zach said, and I sighed, looking at Damian from the corner of my eyes as he gripped the steering wheel in a steel-like grip, his knuckles turning a bit red now.
"I am doing fine. Don't bother coming to the pack anymore. I am going to school with Damian. Let's meet at the school, okay? I am sure Uncle Michael is making things hard for you these days, no?" I said, and he chuckled, making me look out of the window.
If I keep looking at Damian, then my mood will get spoiled just like his face, and I didn't want to talk to my only friend in a spoiled mood.
"He isn't making things hard for me. Let's talk when we meet, okay? I brought something for you. You'll love it," he said, and I smiled before ending the call with an okay.
"I have never seen you smile like that with anyone else before. Is something going on between you two?" Damian’s voice was forced, looking at me from the corner of his eyes, and I had a strong urge to roll my eyes, but I refrained from doing it at the last moment, knowing all too well that he wouldn't like it.
"He is polite with me and treats me like a good friend, something that no one in this pack does. I don't see why I should not reciprocate his humbleness," I said, and he looked at me before scoffing, stopping in the school's parking lot.
"Humbleness, my ass. I am sure he is just trying to get into your pants," he said, and I shrugged before looking at Camille and her group, who were giving me the evil eye.
"And I don't see why that would be a problem either," I said.
Turning the car's door handle, I was about to exit when he suddenly held my hand, and the next thing I know, he gripped my neck in a steel grip, pushing me onto the car's door, making me gasp as I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Damian! I- I can’t breathe,” I said with difficulty.
"I dare you to say that again," he growled at me while applying more pressure, and I felt like my neck bone would break from how hard he was squeezing my throat. Seeing no other way, I wriggled under his hold before pushing him as strongly as I could, making him land back in his seat, his head hitting the window.
Quickly opening the door, I got out of it before looking at him angrily.
"Next time you think of attacking me for some useless reason, keep in mind that I am not an omega by blood," I said before slamming the car door.
Walking a few steps towards the gate where I would meet Zach, I sighed and was about to exit the gates when Damian held my hand again.
"I am serious, Aziza. Don't you ever dare think something like that, let alone do it. This is a warning. You wouldn't want to see my wrath," he said, and I looked at him observantly, feeling a sudden frustration clouding my head.
"What is your problem, Damian? Who are you to tell me what to do? You have no problem sleeping around with my cousin. Then why is it that when I am even speaking about it, I am suddenly a bad girl with bad morals? Last time I checked, you broke our friendship long ago," I asked.
Holding my hand in a tighter grip, he was about to say something again when I heard a distant car honking, making me turn around and I came face to face with none other than Zachary, who was looking at Damian's hand on mine with an arrogant smirk that looked too sinister to call funny.
"Mind leaving her hand?" He asked as he got down from his car, his presence demanding respect.
Damian looked at him challengingly, making him smile as he came forward and jerked my hand out from Damian's hand. The impact of the jerk made me stumble on him and he held my waist securely, and I couldn’t help but shy away as heat crept up my neck.
"Don't worry, Aziza. No one will dare to bully you now that I am here," he said, and I smiled before creating some distance between us.
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Author's Note- Once again, we are ready to go on a rollercoaster ride for another wolf story.
This is a mature story which will contain R-18 stuff including, violence, trauma, abuse, r*pe, depression and anything that comes along with it.
I will put a warning before writing it, but read at your risk if I forget it.
