Despised My Alpha Mates, Sold To The Enemy!

“You… How can it be?!” a frowning man with curly brown hair asked with a spiteful tone.

The short, scrawny young lady with shaggy black hair before him was on her knees quailing, a hair's breadth away from bursting into tears.

“Damn it.” He cussed, immediately venting his anger on the tree closest to him, the impact of his punch causing the once-sturdy tree to snap in two.

His action made the lady gasp in fear and shudder. Subconsciously, she fell back a little, wanting to create even a little inch more gap between her and this scary man.

“I can’t believe this. It has to be some joke, right? How can you, a lowborn ugly slave, be my fated one?” he asked, giving her a dirty look.

Unable to meet his intimidating gaze, her head hung low. Her lips quivered as she grappled with the fear of saying the wrong thing and facing the consequences of losing her head.

“Worst of all, you're just fucking skin and bones!” uttering another cuss word, he wildly ran his hand through his hair and even messed up the previous cool hairstyle. “What on earth should I do with you? You’re of no benefit to me. You aren’t even fit to be a breeder!”

“Al… Alpha…” the frightened female called out to him.

“Shut your mouth, you worthless piece of garbage!" the man yelled, his hand poised to strike but stopping just short of her face. “Oh, goodness!”

His chest rose and fell in quick succession while his teeth and hands remained tightly clenched.

“Don’t ever tell anyone that you are my mate, you hear me! If I hear it on someone else’s lips, I’ll have snakes make a party out of your body,"

“Y-yes, Alpha. I-I swear on my life,” she nodded her head frantically.

“Now get the hell out of my sight, you wretch!” he ordered, his scowl becoming more prominent.

Like a bat out of hell, she quickly expressed her gratitude. “Y-Yes. T-Thank you, Alpha…”

“Are you deaf? Fucking get lost!” he seethed.

“Sorry…” the trembling lady scurried away from his presence, falling many times in the process.

“Moon Goddess, I swear, if I lay my eyes on that disgusting thing again, I will kill her!” Unable to calm down, he decided to shift into his wolf form and go for a long run in the woods.

…

Meanwhile, the omega female that had just run away from him crashed minutes later in front of the slave quarters.

“Bellatrix, are you alright?” a middle-aged flaxen-haired woman in mangy clothes came running towards her.

“What happened to you?” the woman, who had a large, visible scar on her forehead, asked once more with a face shrouded in worry.

However, the latter couldn’t reply; all she did was cry and quiver.

“Please, tell me, my child. What happened?” the woman stooped to the latter’s level to entreat doughtily.

“Mum,” Bellatrix's voice was so faint, it was barely a whisper.

The woman brought her closer and hugged her, “I’m here, darling. What’s bothering you?”

“N-nothing,” Bellatrix replied and her mom stopped hugging her, looking befuddled.

“Nothing, you say?! Then why are you crying?”

“I got b-bullied by s-someone, Mum,” Bellatrix responded slowly.

At that her mother sighed, “It’s okay, my dear. Don’t let that break you,” she consoled, trying hard not to cry too in front of her daughter.

Two months had elapsed since their former pack, Star Light Pack, was suddenly razed to the ground in one night. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with thousands more.

The few of them who survived that attack were then taken captive by the enemy pack. They were first imprisoned for weeks in tiny, damp and squalid cells, with tiny portions of food fed to them once a week. Out of 70 captives, only 19 survived and were then turned to slaves whose position was even lower than the enemy pack’s Omegas.

No day passed without being bullied. Remembering all these, Bellatrix’s mum ultimately teared up and even after wiping a stray tear, more followed and she gave up.

“It’s okay, Bellatrix. Don’t cry,” her mom said with a trembling voice as she stroked her daughter’s hair. “I believe this won’t be our permanent condition. So cheer up, okay?”

Bellatrix sniffled as her mom wiped her tears, “Yes, mom.” She nodded and allowed her mom to get her back on her feet.

Slowly, they made their way into the dilapidated building, with her mom trying to cheer her up by telling a joke.

~~~***~~~

“What?!” The Beta’s daughter, Helene Woods abruptly stood up from the pricey wooden chair. She was in a state of great fury, immediately crumbling the mug in her hand to bits.

The Omega maid before her quickly knelt, bowing her head, “Ease your anger, Mistress,” she entreated in a soft tone.

“Shut up! What do you know?!” Helene spat, throwing the fragments of what used to be a mug at the maid who didn’t even bother to dodge. That would just turn her into a punching bag.

Helene shook her head, “No, I can’t let this go on. I’m the worthy one; I’m of noble blood. I deserve to be his Luna, not that piece of trash from who knows where.”

“You’re right, Mistress,” the maid supported.

“I have a suggestion, if you’ll allow me,” the maid added, a trace of fear on her face.

Helene exhaled heavily and went back to her seated state, using the hanky to wipe her uninjured hand. “Spit it out, Carrissa,” she ordered. “It better be something feasible, or else, I’ll feed you to my pet dog,”

“Yes, Mistress,” Carrissa nodded, “I heard the Alpha warn her not to tell anyone else that she was his mate or else, calamity will befall her. As far as I know, that slave is called Bellatrix, and she has an ugly mother called Vivian. If we can spread rumors to a talkative maid, we don’t need to do anything else and the position of Luna will be secured for you,”

Helene nodded in approval, “Not bad. Go and do it at once. Moreover, make certain that the mother and daughter duo endure ample bullying before their day of demise,”

“Noted, mistress,” with that, Carrissa rose to her feet, bowed once more to her mistress and turned to leave.

Helene harrumphed, “The Alpha is mine and mine alone. I will get rid of every obstacle in my way!"

Two days later…

“Iris, have you caught onto the buzz?" a rotund Omega maid murmured to her fellow worker, both holding trays of food.

“About what, Freya?” the latter queried with knitted brows.

Freya eagerly answered, “I’ve heard it from the lips of several others that the Alpha has found his mate.”

“Oh, that’s a good thing then. Is she from our pack? I reckon she's quite beautiful and classy," Iris commented with a smile, her eyes twinkling like crescent moons.

Freya scoffed, “No, Iris. It’s that lowly slave Bellatrix,”

“What?” Iris stopped in her tracks, “That ugly thing?”

Freya shrugged, “I bet she and her mom are very happy now. But personally, I’m not sure I can bring myself to bow to a Luna from a background much worse than mine.”

“Me too. Let’s hurry up before our masters get us whipped,” With that, the two girls picked up the pace.

They didn’t realize that Bellatrix was some distance behind them and had heard the conversation. She covered her mouth, her eyes dilated with traces of fear evident in them.

“No, this is not good,” she shook her head as a tear made its way down her cheek, “Why is this happening?”

Making a swift pivot on her heels, she sprinted back in the direction she had come from, moving as fast as she possibly could toward the slave quarters.

Reaching there, she found the door to the tiny room that she and her mom dwelled in had been torn down and even the bed had been wrecked.

“Mom…” her knees grew weak with several fearful thoughts running different trails in her mind.

Had the Alpha already caught wind of the rumors?

Suddenly, a fellow female slave ran over, only stopping an inch away from Bellatrix to catch her breath.

“Bellatrix… thank goodness… you’re here!” she said with fragmented breaths.

Bellatrix immediately asked the urgent thing in her mind, “ Emelia, where is my mum?”

“S-She was… taken away by the guards. She was accused of stealing the Beta’s late wife’s missing jade bracelet.”

Bellatrix’s eyes broadened in disbelief, “What? My mom would never steal! Where is she now?”

“The Alpha has ordered her execution. She will be flogged to death. You’d better run.” Emelia advised. “As for me, I never saw you,” she added.

“I can’t escape this pack with all the tight security put in place. We’re both aware of that.”

“You can at least hide anywhere you can,” Emelia urged while sneaking quick glances at the entrance of the slave quarters. But much to her dismay, the latter disagreed.

“No, I can’t. I need to see my mom,”

“Bellatrix, listen to me. You can’t go to her. You could get killed!”

“I’m good as dead anyway. If anything, we’ll both die together,” With a resolute look, Bellatrix made her way out of the slave quarters, ignoring the panicked calls of her fellow slave.

“The Alpha will kill me anyway. But I want to see mum one last time before I meet my end, or I’ll really regret it,” she muttered tearfully as she summoned the will to increase her running pace, even with her vision becoming hazy.

…

On finally getting to the pack’s square, she found many had gathered. Shrill feminine screams were accompanied by boos and mocking remarks from the crowd.

This made Bellatrix’s heart skip several beats and her fear increased as her mind spun with worst-case scenarios.

But she couldn’t stop now; hiding wouldn’t solve anything.

“Please, let me through,” she pleaded while trying to force her way through the crowd. However, a burly man gave her a death stare before slapping her with the back of his hand, the impact sending her weak self to the ground in a pathetic manner.

Still undeterred, Bellatrix got on all fours and endured being stepped on by many, until she ultimately got to the front. Only for her to meet an appalling, and heartbreaking sight!

Her poor mother, who was lying on her tummy on a wooden bench, was half-clothed with her hands and feet tied to two separate poles. Her bare but horrendously bloodied back was being repeatedly kissed by a long cane that was covered in nails and held by a tall, brawny and mean-looking guard.

“Mom…” she muttered in disbelief and heartbreak.

As the cane descended once more on her mom’s bare flesh, mother and daughter screamed in pain.

“No, don’t hit her anymore. She would never do such a thing,” Bellatrix ignored the prospect of being hit by the cane and rushed forward, successfully taking the next hit.

“Don’t hit my mum,” she covered her mom’s bloodied back with her body.

“Don’t hit her,” she cried in a throaty voice.

“You rotten slave, get the blazes out of here this instant or I’ll kill you too.” The stern-faced guard warned but she shook her head adamantly.

“I won’t leave. You can hit me. Don’t hit my mum anymore,” she pleaded tearfully.

“Very well then. Two of you can go to hell,” the guard resumed flogging and the cane tore Bellatrix’s flesh, drawing blood.

“Bellatrix… g-get off me,” her mom weakly pleaded with blood flowing down her mouth.

“No. We’ll die together and meet dad in the afterlife.” Bellatrix muttered amidst the mockery of the crowd all around them who were reveling at the sight of the duo’s misery.

“L-Listen to me. I-I’m… your mom...” her mom reasoned but her daughter cut her short.

“And... I’m your daughter. It’s my duty to protect family. And you’re my only family, mom,” Bellatrix cried.

Her mother began to struggle, wanting to push her daughter away and receive all the hits meant for her rightfully. But she found herself too weak to achieve her aim and her daughter was rather bent on being stubborn.

“Get… off, please...” Vivian pleaded weakly but her daughter’s heart-rending screams as the cane relentlessly thrashed her back was the only answer she got.

“Stop! The Alpha’s here,” A red-haired man, lofty and muscle-bound, suddenly said after the crowd had made way voluntarily.

At that, the guard stopped midway through hitting Bellatrix. Then he turned towards the man who just spoke and bowed, “Greetings, Beta Lorencio,”

Subsequently, upon seeing the other much-dreaded figure behind the pack's Beta, the guard and all the others present went on one knee, placing their right hand across their chests. “Greetings, Alpha King!”