Poor Luna: My Cruel Alpha

AVA

"Ugh! I hate you!" I yelled, swatting my hands on the edge of the bed.

I took in my surroundings as I stood alone after my unpleasant roommate left. The room looked like it belonged to a man, and the smell made it clear that it was his personal space.

The room was entirely devoid of colour, with only shades of grey and black undertones covering the walls. It lacked any personal touch, giving off a gloomy and sterile ambiance. The occupant seemed to prefer simplicity and minimalism, as evidenced by the few abstract paintings scattered around.

Even though it didn't have any decorations, this room was much better than the one I had been in before. It was the most pleasant space I had experienced, and I felt grateful not to be responsible for cleaning it.

This room might have looked depressing, but it was nowhere close to how sombre my 'room' was. It was the most pleasant room I have ever had the pleasure of being in, and I did not have to clean it.

"Um, hi..."

Right then, I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see a stunning girl standing in the doorway. She was of average height, about 5'4, with curly dark hair, caramel skin, and beautiful honey-brown eyes. Her white summer dress made her appear as though she were an angel.

Feeling self-conscious in my baggy clothes, I awkwardly waved and greeted her. "Er... Hi."

With a polite smile, the girl announced, "The al—I mean Jay—sent me to keep you company."

"Jay?" I asked, my confusion evident.

'Is that his name?' I pondered.

"Mm--mm, yes." Her hair was falling into her eyes, so she tucked it. "He brought you here, right?" she responded, eyeing me strangely.

Jay. At least now I had a name to attach to the man who left me stranded in this unfamiliar room. I couldn't help but feel annoyed as I recalled his earlier behaviour.

"Ah, yes...I guess." I muttered, mentally facepalming at my own forgetfulness.

She walked towards me and extended her hands. Smiling, she responded, "By the way, I'm Katie."

"Nice to meet you, Katie," I said, grabbing and shaking her hand. "I'm Ava."

She dropped her hands to the side and looked around the room. Drawing a sigh, she asked me, "Well, Ava, would you like a tour of the house?"

Uncertain but grateful for the offer, I hesitantly responded, "Sure."

"Great!" Katie exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.

As we strolled through the house, I couldn't help but feel the curious gazes of the pack members on me. I could almost sense their unspoken questions about why I was there. Like them, I wondered why this 'Jay' guy had brought me here. It was customary for mates to move in together once they found each other, but Jay hadn't even bothered to explain anything beyond those certain formalities aside from being my so-called mate.

While I walked through the pack members, I could feel the weight of their stares on the back of my head. Their whispers were barely audible, but I knew they were talking about me.

Trying to ease my discomfort, I turned to Katie and asked, "Hey, Katie, can I ask you why I'm here?"

"Everyone does," she replied, her smile a little uneasy. "You're the lu—I mean, you're Jay's mate."

What the heck? She must have been trying to keep something from me. All of them were, but I don't know what it was or why they were so secretive about it. She would begin to speak, only to pause in the middle of her thoughts and change her response.

'What is going on here? It's weird?' I asked myself as my eyes peered around the area.

"Anyway, speaking of your leader, where is the Alpha?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Um, he's away," Katie answered, avoiding eye contact. Her lie was transparent.

"You're lying," I noted, feeling a hint of frustration. Why couldn't anyone just tell me the truth?

"I'm sorry, but it's not my place to say anything about what you've asked," she said, her apologetic smile doing little to quell my frustration.

I was about to press further when Katie changed the subject. "Have you eaten? We can go to the kitchen and grab some food."

My stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food.

"Oh--okay. I can eat," I replied, trying not to sound too desperate. In reality, I was starving, and I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning.

As we entered the kitchen, the chatter and clatter abruptly ceased as all eyes turned to me. I could feel their eyes on me and moved uncomfortably, trying to hide behind Katie's frame.

"Don't mind them," Katie chimed in cheerily, trying to defuse the tension. She then yanked my hand and introduced me to the she-wolves in the kitchen, saying, "Everyone, this is Ava."

"Is she the one?" A haughty-looking girl sneered, giving me a judging head-to-toe look.

Katie stepped in before I could respond, introducing me with a gracious smile. I offered a timid wave, already feeling like an outsider.

"She seems ordinary and unsettling. Is she even a werewolf?" the girl snarled, shooting daggers my way.

I bristled at her harsh words. Who did she think she was?

"Stella, you know you shouldn't talk that way to Ava," Katie chided, her tone firm but gentle.

Stella spat back, "I can do whatever the fuck I want," her eyes blazing with hostility.

My stomach churned with unease as she rose from her seat and stalked towards me, circling me like a vulture eyeing its prey.

"Miserable human!" she sneered, disgust etched on her face.

I gritted my teeth, determined not to back down.

"For the record, I am not human," I muttered, hoping to catch her off guard.

"The heck was that? Oops, I couldn't quite catch that," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom.

"I said, I'm not a human," I repeated, this time with more conviction.

Stella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. I could tell she didn't believe me, but I refused to let her intimidate me.

"You're weak and pathetic! You can never make him happy the way I do, Bitch!" She spoke softly and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I deserve him more than you do! So go back to the shit where you came from, a'right?" Her voice was sharp and venomous.

I couldn't believe it—he had slept with this whore.

As Stella's words sank in, a wave of shock and betrayal washed over me. I was frozen as I tried to process what she had just disclosed. The very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

How could he do this to me? I had been saving myself for my mate, and he couldn't keep it in his pants.

The pain of betrayal mixed with the rage boiling inside me. It was like something had taken over, and before I knew it, I had shoved Stella to the ground and unleashed my fury on her.

But my lack of fighting skills became apparent quickly as she flipped us over, and I was now the one on the receiving end of her powerful blows. Each hit felt like it was driving me closer and closer to the brink of unconsciousness, and I knew I was no match for her.

I tried to defend myself, but it was no use.

My wolf refused to come out, leaving me helpless in this fight. I was coughing up blood as she continued to pummel me with her fists, each hit sending waves of pain shooting through my body.

Trapped beneath her, Stella flipped me onto my belly and twisted my arms behind my back. The pain was excruciating, and I could feel my wrist giving way under pressure.

"Pathetic," Stella whispered before I heard a sickening snap in my bones.

The pain was indescribable, and I screamed out in agony. Tears blurred my vision as she got up and left me writhing in pain.

As I lay there, feeling helpless and alone, I couldn't help but wonder how it had all come to this.

Was it worth saving for a mate who couldn't keep it in his pants?

Was this what I deserved for believing in true love and loyalty?

"Oh, Goddess, Stella! What did you do?" someone shouted.

"What should I do then? Stand there and let her hurt me? The bitch attacked me! I had no choice but to defend myself," Stella retorted.

"But you didn't have to break her arm!" the woman countered, her voice laced with apprehension.

Katie dashed toward my spot and helped me sit upright. Biting my lips to stop myself from wincing, I held my broken arm close to my chest as tears streamed down my face. Despite the pain, I gripped my left hand with my right and snapped the bone back into place.

As my hand healed instantly, everyone looked at me in shock and wonder. I possessed rare powers that I had never revealed to anyone.

I could heal at a rate that had never been seen before and use my abilities to hurt others. Due to my fear and anxiety that others would attempt to take advantage of my talents, I avoided revealing them in public.

According to the ancient texts I had read, a powerful healer was born once every hundred years to bring peace to the world. I was born with the power to heal and protect.

"Good Goddess! How did you do that?" Katie asked, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Don't all werewolves heal?" I said, trying to play it cool and keep my secret hidden.

She squeaked, "Uh-huh! But we don't heal as fast as you do, Ava!"

I massaged my arm, feigning as though it still hurt and replied, "It's not that fully recovered—"

"What the hell is going on here?" An authoritative voice cut through the noise of the whirlwind of chaos I'd just started.

"That bitch attacked me! I was just trying to ask, and she punched me!" Stella's finger pointed accusingly in my direction as she darted into the protective embrace of my mate's arms.

'Huh, so the slut is a goddamn liar too? Well, that's just great!' I groaned mentally.

"It hurts, Jay!" Stella faced me again, grinning triumphantly, before burying her face in his chest.

My heart sank as I watched her cling to his arms with no resistance from him. A pang of jealousy shot through me as I stared at them; he wasn't even hugging her back, just staring at me with an unreadable expression.

I felt defeated and humiliated, wanting nothing more than to cry. But I refused to let anyone see my tears, so I gathered what little dignity I had left and quickly rose to my feet, rushing out of the room.

'Just what are you expecting, Ava? You've just known the man for less than a day!'

No, this was not another fairytale story. Sadly, this was how reality panned out. I have to admit that Stella had a point. Despite how hurtful it sounded, I had to accept it was true. I'm a she-wolf without a wolf.

Basically, I'm useless to any packs.

A sudden commotion interrupted my thoughts as I stepped outside to clear my head. A man burst through the door, cradling a small boy in his arms, his body covered in blood.

"God! What happened?" I asked, but he ignored me, rushing into the kitchen. Without hesitation, I followed him, pushing through the crowd gathered around the injured child.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing? The boy is in critical danger and needs a damn help, woman!" The man shouted at me.

"I can help him," I declared with conviction, leaning over to listen for his faint heartbeat.

Time was running out, and he wouldn't make it if he didn't receive medical attention soon.