Faolán, that's my name, at least, that's what the Head Maid, Lilia calls me. She has taken care of me since the day I was born. I'm an omega, and a slave, Alpha Rolan's favorite slave, to be exact. He is the Alpha of The Shadow Moon Pack.
A pack where everyone does whatever they want, because the Alpha doesn't care as long as they don't let themselves get caught by the authorities and keeps them away from him. We live in the Mafia world, and in this world, he has a lot of enemies, one of them being the most powerful Mafia boss and werewolf, Alpha Leon.
Some say he is a pure blooded Lycan that was born cold and cruel. They also say that he is a ruthless killer to those who piss him off. I can't help but think that he might only be the way he is because he was raised that way.
Something makes me want to find out who he truly is. Though I'm only a slave, having the ability to think freely is not something I am allowed to have, especially when Alpha Rolan wants to have his fun with me, which is almost every night. He makes me take tiny doses of wolfs-bane to keep me from fighting back. My Heterochromia turns him on for some odd reason.
My right eye is a light grey while my left eye is an icy blue. I don't know who my parents are. Lilia said I was left at the kitchen door one night, that I couldn't have been more than a few hours old. That's what she told me when I first started asking who my parents were and why they left me here. Honestly, if I could tear them out I would. Lilia has found me hiding in a corner a few times scratching my face and crying whenever the Alpha was done with me.
I always tried my best to do what he wanted of me, because if I didn't, I wasn't the only one he would torture. Sometimes he would torture one of the innocent maids while making me watch until I did what he wanted. I often had nightmares, mostly of the first night when I was eleven and he started raping me until he was satisfied, which would sometimes be all night.
I prayed to the moon goddess to not let me have a mate, because I don't think I would be able to escape my life as a sex slave for Alpha Rolan to do whatever he wanted with. Problem is, that even though I'm not a woman, I'm a male omega wolf, meaning that even though I'm very much a man, I can still get pregnant. There are very few male omega's in the world in general.
We're just as strong and agile as the Beta males though. But me? Because I'm a slave and don't get very much to eat in general, I'm small and really skinny. That's partially due to the wolfs-bane Alpha Rolan makes me take.
I'm suddenly being shaken and I jump awake out of the bed I'm laying in. "Faolán! You need to wake up! We're being attacked!" Lilia yells.
I rub my eyes and look at her, seeing her panicked face. The fear in her Earthy brown eyes forces me completely awake. "Who's attacking?" I ask, getting out of the king sized bed and stubble. I then realized where I am, in Alpha Rolan's room. He called me in here last night, forcing me to wear a transparent black dress that showed more skin than I would prefer.
The top only had two small pieces of fabric in a x over my chest and the bottom had slits from my waist all the way down to my feet. I hated wearing it, but I wore it to keep him from hurting anyone. My body was sore, but I made myself stand and run out the room with Lilia holding my hand, guiding me to the kitchen, the silver collar around my neck felt heavier than usual.
On the way to the kitchen we were stopped by a very tall man whose eyes were as black as night, his hair was just as black as his eyes and styled in the normal Mafia boss hair style. Sort of messy, slicked back with two long strands on either side of his insanely hot face. His muscles were huge, he wore a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the dragons that curled around his arms in a stunning black design.
He cleared his throat and I have never heard a voice so deep and gruff in my entire life of living around werewolves. Almost what an ordinary male wolf would sound like if he could speak.
"Do you know where I can find your Alpha?" He asked. Lilia and I shook our heads. I fell asleep in his bed, but I woke up to Lilia shaking me awake, which told me that I was the only one in the room. "What are you to your Alpha?" He asked, looking right at me.
I froze, I wasn't allowed to talk to another man without Alpha Rolan's permission, but Lilia nudged me and I spoke up. "I-I'm, his slave, sir." I said, my voice sounded so hoarse, like I haven't used it in ages. I suppose that's because all I did was scream in pain as the Alpha I have served for years raped me relentlessly last night.
"I see, then you will come with me, as a hostage. What is this lady to you?" He sounded, nice? I'm so confused about this situation. Aren't we supposed to be under attack? I should be running for my life right now, not standing in the middle of a darkened hallway talking to a stranger.
"S-she, r-raised, m-me." Damn it! I'm starting to stutter! Not now! Shit!
"I'm his adoptive mother. I go where he goes." She said in a confident tone that I could never dare to have in a million years.
"Alright then. I will take you both as hostages. Your Alpha owes me a lot of money." The man said before walking closer to us and I suddenly remember what I'm wearing and hide behind Lilia. I really hate wearing this kind of clothing, even in front of the woman who raised me and kept me sane all these years.
She was twenty-two when I was left at the kitchen door and she found me there in a basket, crying my eyes out because I was only a few hours old and starving. She's forty-three now, making me twenty-one years old.
He saw my reaction and stopped walking towards us, his black eyes calculating. "Follow me." He said, and without another word he turned around and started walking down the hallway. We rushed after him, we had no choice but to follow him. We were so used to following orders, that we didn't hesitate for a second when he ordered us to follow him.
I don't know who this man is, but I have a feeling he is the Alpha everyone seems to fear.
