UNCONTROLLABLE

I will not be a doll for these Alphas, I've messed with enough Alphas already, not this time.

"Then, kill them,' I boldly dared. Everyone wheezed at my words. "If you don't kill them, you will end up regretting it, go ahead, do whatever you want, to me or my parents, after all, they don't care or give a shit about what happens to me, why should I care."

"I can see you are more foolish than I thought," Lyall said and slapped me so hard across my face.

"KILL YOURSELF,' He ordered, my body froze rapidly, I couldn't move my hands or feel my legs. "OR RAISE YOUR HAND,' His eyes glowed with the colour of green, more than ever. My hand raised up on its own. He came to me, putting a dagger in my shuddering hand, my heart almost came out of my chest.

"WALK SLOWLY AND KILL THEM, SPILL THE BLOOD OUT OF THEM, EAT AND SUCK THEM DRY.'

This is bad.

What was going on! I am a hybrid, there is no way they would be able to control me.

What sort of power is this? Should I kill my parents in this state, I haven't had any contact with them in years. I made an attempt to stop myself, battling, yet I can't control my hand.

"It's useless, I am one of your mates, you will do as you are told, striving with the power will only feed off from your life span.'

My world crumbled down at my talons.

Mates huh!

Most people say meeting your mate is the most amazing thing on the earth, it brings so much love and affection to both partners, and true love comes in.

It's like a tree that flourishes and produces good fruits and never withers. But the question comes in if that fruit isn't well taken care of, wouldn't it wither and shrink itself returning to dust?

It is like a fantasy, the imaginations, so-called desires set in, it's like an ambition which comes true and love always exists in the air and they can never be separated from each other.

What a blatant lie!

I never believe in fated mates, no, I hate it so much it makes my blood boil, I never want to hear such things ever again. After what I've seen during my childhood days, my parents are always at each other's neck because of this fateful mate thing. I never want to experience such things again in my life with someone else who is going to mistreat and disrespect me because the moon goddess says so, fuck the moon goddess and her stupid matchmaking mates.

I was a little girl when my mom angrily threw me in the dustbin to reflect on my actions because I beat up a girl who split her yogurt on me.

I was pissed.

They defended her, instead of me, making me look like the bad guy. The girl was being pampered and appreciated for her disgusting character because I was an Omega when she started the fight in the first place.

"Make sure you stay there and don't leave the dustbin until I tell you to, filth." My mother scorned, shut the door loudly and left me out in the cold to freeze.

My parents loathed me, they wished I was never born but was aborted and flushed down the toilet to waste.

As the years grew by, the hate and prejudice became much worse for me. No matter how hard I loved them, they never returned my feelings.

They always fight between themselves, they never loved each other, and blamed us for their misfortunes. They stayed together because of the bond and the pack, including us to avoid shame.

My father squeezed Damon's collar and continued to punch him hard and hard on the face with his fisted clenched hand in rage until my mother came behind him on the brink of tears and shouted at the top of her voice.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE,' She shouted aggressively, moving away from him when she noticed he wasn't listening to her. She ran towards her son and pushed her son away, stepping in front of her husband with her hands wide open. "KILL ME INSTEAD,' She shouted at the top of her lungs, breathing so hard and facing him with bloodshot eyes, telling my father she meant what she just uttered from her mouth.

"I SAID, YOU SHOULD KILL ME SINCE THAT WILL MAKE YOU SATISFIED BEFORE KILLING MY SON. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, I HAVE ENDURED ENOUGH FROM YOU AND I WILL NOT LET YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY SON. IF YOU DO, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE MEDIA, AND THE CLAN. AND LET THE WORLD SEE WHAT YOUR TRUE COLORS ARE. THAT WILL BRING DOWN YOUR REPUTATION." She shrieked while flickering her hair which was scattered all over her face as she panted.

"Woman, will you get out of my way, this instant, don't let me lay my hands on you too." He roared.

I was terrified.

Damon was my elder brother, he always runs away from home at every given chance, I had no idea why him and my father always debate. My mother invariably tried to separate them before it got bloody and my younger sister Ylva hid behind the shadows and acted like the good daughter she was expected to be.

"I'm not getting out of your way unless you kill me. I would not let you lay another hand on my son, you hear me." She shouted.

"Get out of my way, he needs to be dealt with.'

"Make me,' she dared.

He slapped her hard across her cheek. "You turned him into this, you spoiled our son. Can you see what you've turned him into, if he weren't a maggot, he would be of good use to the clan.'

"How dare you slap my mother?'

"Talk to me one time, I will lock up your powers and leave you in the den to rot. I'm giving you one last chance, get out of here. Don't let me come back and see you in my house.' He warned.

"I'm so sorry,' she said through tears. "I'm so sorry,' she said over and over again, while she hugged him. Damon looked up at his father who scoffed and began walking away, then he halted and said his last words. "If this should ever repeat itself, I will make you regret ever being my son and show you what I'm made of. Useless wolves and worthless beings."