Mated to The Twin Alphas novel Chapter 1

                  Mia's p.o.v

Have you ever thought what one's life would be if their fate wasn't decided by the moon goddess?. Everything would be very different, one would get the chance to decide what path to take and who to love. Sadly that wasn't the case for me. My fate was already sealed the day I was born a Werewolf.

The fact that I was born an omega meant that I was below the high ups. My purpose was to serve and please them as they wanted.

I wasn't supposed to say anything back or look at them in the eye.

One of my responsibilities was to spread my legs so that the alpha could breed me as he wanted until I could produce as many pups as he wanted. I wanted freedom, but only then would I get it.

That was the fate of an Omega in our pack.

The stupid rule was created by the original Werewolf, who was the first person to speak to the moon goddess. According to legend, the asshole did that because he saw how omegas were very submissive. He noticed that Alphas became more possessive over them, he thought that an alpha with an Omega was more powerful than one without.

Every time an alpha stepped down to let his son take over the pack, the elders gave the new alpha a chance to choose one omega among all of them who could be his Luna and stand by his side. But that didn't mean it was his mate, no. Although we got to have a mate, the rule didn't apply to an alpha or omega. Because immediately an alpha decided an omega, they both were directly meant to reject their mates to fulfill the rules of the pack.

After the alpha decided an omega who pleased his heart, the beta was then given a chance to choose too, but his rule was different. A beta was allowed to either choose an omega or refuse, unlike an alpha.

After the night of the ceremonial choosing was over, the alpha then went in his Chamber's to breed the omega until she got pregnant, or he allowed her to leave his room. Then the omega lived her days serving the alpha until her purpose was done, he then granted her the required freedom after baring his pups.

The rule went on from generation to generation until an incident that happened five years ago. Our pack was ambushed by the twin alphas. 

There was no pack that hadn't heard about them, Brandon and Landon.

The tormentors of territories and Slayer of all lives, as much as their names sounded so fake, they were very real.

They slaughtered our Alpha, beta, warriors, and most of our men who were above the age of twenty. Then they later demanded we kneel and pledge our loyalty to them.

We saw how they killed without remorse or hesitation and we weren't that strong to even try and fight them off. So we did what everyone in their right mind would do. We all knelt and pledged our loyalty to them, by then I was only twelve years old and my heart was filled with anger and rage towards them.