My Mate
Chapter 1
Tanya 's POV
You have read so many fairy tales, Cinderella, Snow White, but you may not have heard my story. After all, I can't believe it myself, but this is my dark life.
I inherited my mother's stunning beauty. But it is not lucky.
Although I've always been the center of attention because of my good looks, it's often caused more trouble than joy.
I long for others to recognize my inner world and unique personality, not just my appearance. After all, there is much more to me than meets the eye.
My father Marcus is an omega from the Dark Moon Pack, oh father? No. I've always called him somewhere between a brute and a scum.
He raped my beautiful mother in a dark and stormy midnight, and then he had me by accident.
Not long after I can remember, she passed away, and I don't know what pain she went through.
One of the few memories I have of her is when Marcus finished drinking and tried to moles me when I was not even ten years old. Every time at this moment, mother would force herself to satisfy his various perverted demands and divert his attention.
Whenever I think of my mother, my heart is always difficult to calm down. She is often tortured out of shape, but she can still pat me on the back tenderly and say the heart-wrenching words, "Our little Tanya will grow up healthy. I wish to see you get married and have children someday."
I always asked her naively, "Mom, will my husband torture me like this every day? Then Tanya won't get married, I'll just stay by your side."
Her hand would always stroke my head. "Tanya will grow up and find her most tender, handsome, powerful and kind mate. Or mates? I promise."
I would laugh with her at that time.
However, one day, when I returned home, I didn't hear my mother's response. She usually goes out to greet me, but not this time. I started to feel uneasy, and frantically dropped my schoolbag and ran into my mother's bedroom, only to find that she was lying quietly on the bed, without any movement.
My mother often said that when people die, they will turn into leaves. When they are tired, they will stop on the tree to rest, and when they take off, they will float up to see the world. I think my mother was probably too tired, so she stopped on the tree and fell asleep.
From then on, my nightmare began.
After losing my mother, Marcus no longer has anyone to vent to after drinking. I became the object of his venting.
I thought I could make him think I was boring by being cold or aggressive.
And what I didn't expect was that my hard personality could inspire Marcus's bestiality even more. He even built a torture chamber for me: tiger benches, chest clamps, and even wooden sticks can all be tools for him to abuse me. He even invites his friends to "appreciate" his "work of art" made by him.
It's just that, somehow, no matter how much abuse I received, my wounds always healed the next day, which allowed him to abuse me without restraint more.
As I got older, I rebelled more and more often. After that, he also seemed to gradually lose interest in me. He married my current stepmother, the daughter of a beta in the pack.
Her "noble bloodline" made her disgusted with my so-called "hybrid bloodline". She just stood by and laughed when she saw my father mistreating me. Sometimes she'd ask him to do something "different" to me to please herself.
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"Tanya, Tanya? Are you asleep?" Ada asked.
"It's nothing, Ada, I just think about my childhood." I rubbed my eyes and looked at the unfinished book in my hand , which was my mother's relic .
"Hey, hey, Tanya, what's the matter with you today, why are you so distracted?"
"Tanya, have you heard that? The alpha of our pack will come to the market in our town tomorrow! I heard that his mate has not appeared until now, wow! Do you think it will be me? If it is me, I will become a little princess and enjoy a life without worrying about food and clothing, right?" Ada said with a nympho look on her face.
I looked at her and shook my head: "Of course it's you, you are the most beautiful. It can't be anyone else. But when you become the little princess, don't forget me, Cinderella."
Ada is like a general who has won a battle, with her proud chest raised high. I glanced away and remembered the watermelons I bought yesterday, they were about the same size. I simulated the size of the watermelon and made gestures.
"So, why don't you go to see alpha with me tomorrow?" Ada said coquettishly shaking my arm.
I said dissatisfied: "Don't shake it, it hurts when your chest hits my hand."
"Promise?" Ada continued to beg.
"Okay, okay, I promise you." I said helplessly.
"Great!" She hopped and ran away.
I sighed and turned my eyes back to the book I had just opened, which I found among my mother's belongings.
Although it looks unremarkable, every time I open it, I can always feel a mysterious power.
However, it is very difficult to read every time. Maybe it's just my illusion, but every time I feel that some content has been erased, and when I open it next time, the erased content will appear again. And what I read last time has long since faded from my mind. I can't read it all the way through, I've been reading it for so long, but I'm still stuck on the first chapter.
I decided to open a random page this time and see what I will come across.
On the old pages of the book, the handwriting smeared line by line is like lost pearls in the sea, telling a mysterious legend:
The god of werewolves, Verikoa, created this world with compassion and listened to the prayers of his people. At the appeal of a devout believer, he listened to his earnest supplication:
"Exalted God, please give me a new life. I am willing to use my head, my eyes, and everything to offer my devout faith to you."
Moved by his sincerity, Verikoa granted him a miraculous rebirth, allowing his faith to continue to this day.
I closed the book and looked up at the night sky. Tonight, it is clear without a flicker of cloud. The stars are dotted with shimmering lights, as if embellishing my prayers.
I folded my hands, lowered my head and closed my eyes, and prayed earnestly:
"God, can you hear the prayers of your devout believer? I believe that you are omnipotent and merciful. Please give me rebirth and release me from this tired world."
No one noticed that the shimmering star in the farthest place seemed to flicker brightly for a second.
What you didn't know, Tanya, was that the page you were about to turn was the history of the Witches of the Woods. This history will reveal the mysterious origin of your mother, as well as your special abilities.
In this world, there is no god, but your existence itself is god.
In the early morning of the next day, it seemed that because Alpha was coming, the usually empty market became bustling.
Standing in the crowd, I suddenly felt my heart beating very fast, and something was about to come out. My little wolf Bella suddenly screamed. I was about to ask her, but was pushed by the person next to me.
"Alpha!" A person shouted, and the market instantly became noisy.
I looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a tall man coming from a distance, wearing a black suit, and his every move revealed unquestionable authority and domineering.
His gaze swept across the crowd, making everyone shiver unconsciously, including me. I noticed that his eyes stayed on me and Ada for a moment, and then looked at me intently, his eyes shining brightly, and I shivered again. This feeling? Mate?
Bella couldn't help to start jumping up and down.
Mate ? !
Suddenly, Alpha sniffed his nose, as if he smelled the most delicious food in the world. He seemed to enjoy this feeling unabashedly, and walked straight here, regardless of the guards' obstruction.
"Tanya, Tanya," Ada patted my arm excitedly, "Alpha is coming towards me!"
The man walked towards us, but stood still in front of me. He stared at me deeply, and I felt his gaze piercing my soul, leaving me nowhere to hide.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and forceful.
"Tanya." I replied, looking at him nervously.
"Tanya, you are beautiful." He whispered, eyes full of appreciation. I felt my cheeks flush slightly and didn't know how to respond.
"I'm Carlos, the Alpha of your pack. I can feel that you are my mate." He introduced himself, and the breath on his body made me feel his strength and majesty.
"I hope you will give me a chance to get to know you better," he said, with sincerity and candor in his tone.
Author’s Note:
On this continent, humans and werewolves coexist. However, the three most powerful werewolf packs do not live in harmony. The White Wolf Clan, the Blood Moon Pack, and the Dark Moon Pack constantly fight and vie for resources. Among them, the White Wolf Clan has the most abundant resources and has become a coveted prize for the other two packs. Both of them want to bring down the White Wolf Clan in order to control its wealth.