The Lottery Mate Novel – I’m an Omega. A bed slave. My father used to be the alpha of this pack, the Highlands Pack. My mother was the funniest, prettiest, most lovable Luna. And my big brother was the future alpha. Unfortunately, six years ago, our pack was attacked by rogues. My parents died in that accident. Since then, my uncle forcefully took over the pack, saying it was to protect us from other packs, while my brother was still underaged. Soon later, he killed my brother, claiming it was an accident. As for me, he adopted me and made me his bed slave. I moved into an abandoned attic. From time to time, my uncle would call me down and punish me. I sometimes wished my uncle would just kill me and end my suffering. But my punishment was my uncle’s favorite entertainment.
Lesley’s POV “”Leave her alone!”” I pushed the guy in front of me, hoping he would back off. But once my hands connected with his firm chest, I’m pretty sure I sprained something. “”Stupid werewolf strength, “”I muttered annoyed as the guy grabbed me by the collar and pulled me all the way over to him, so I could feel his bad breath on my skin. “”Get out of my way, “” he sneered in my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see the girl standing next to him, with a satisfied grin on her face, while the hooker on the ground was still crying her eyes out. So. . . You’re probably wondering about what is going on? Why am I helping the backstabbing bimbo on the ground? Why the doofus in front of me is taking all his anger out on me? And who is that gorgeous, beautiful, horned-tails- and-pitchfork angle standing next to him? So, let me quickly fill you in. The backstabbing bimbo, Amanda – also Well, dah! I know! But—you see: Amanda Fuk’s-A-Lot didn’t mind being the pack fool until she thought Trevor was being serious with her.
Like that was ever gonna happen! Everybody knows that an alpha always – ALWAYS – will have eyes for his mate and his mate only! I tried to warn her because—friendship pricks!- but that resulted in her being mad at me and stabbing me in the back, leaving all my dirty laundry out for anyone to ogle. Broke my heart? No! Amanda was my friend, not my “” best friend “”. She was someone I casually hung out with when boredom struck me, and I used her for my own selfish reasons. Because—who cares about real friends these days? I mean, all you need is followers, right? – Not that I would know. . . I don’t even own an electric device! – But back to the point : my dirty laundry was as boring as a banana peel! I’m an Omega! I have anger management issues, trust issues, commitment issues— bang, even my issues have issues, so there’s no way I would ever trust anyone with my “”deep dark secrets””! The only reason why I tried to warn Amanda off Trevor, was because I knew he and his sister, Fraya—Oh, even her name is beautiful. Beautiful face, gorgeous hair, the perfect weight, big in all the right places.
Just thinking about it, made me wane go up to her, scratch her pretty little eyes out, shove them up her, before ripping out her internal organs, feeding them to her parents, before letting a rogue bang her mutilated body and—! Oh, ups! I-I got sidetracked there, sorry! Any-hooker. . . I knew they were planning this whole Fake girlfriend or boyfriend thing because for some reason Freya has made it her sole mission in life to make my life miserable. This is my theory, however. . . Not so very long ago years to be precise! – my father was the alpha of this pack, the Highlands Pack. My mother was the funniest, prettiest, most lovable Luna there ever was and my big brother, although just 15 at the time, was the future alpha that everybody was looking forward to calling “”alpha””. So, what happened to this giddy little family? My parents were badly injured in a car accident and as fate would have it, they were attacked by rogues and killed. And how does that equal me becoming an Omega? Well, my father’s brother, my uncle, and current alpha—yeah, you’re seeing where this is going, right? – he forcefully took over the pack, saying it was to protect us from other packs, while my brother was still underaged.
And what did he do next? He killed my brother, claiming it was an accident! And yes, he borrowed that plot twist from every cliche-dictator- movie you ever saw! Well, strangely enough, I didn’t submit to him, so I was forced into the life of an Omega, with all of my alpha genes suppressed by my uncle’s alpha command. Oh, erm. . . now you’re wondering: what does this have anything to do with Freya’s current smirk next to her brother?! Well. . . As I said, my parents were very much liked! Like the whole pack ADORED them and let’s just say – without bragging of course – that both their children were adored too! So, when my idiot uncle took over, he forced everybody’s hand into accepting him as their alpha and he’s been using blunt force ever since! Almost every week, he’s making new rules and regulations, most of which contradicted the rest! Every single pack member is walking on eggshells, in a restrainer, a million feet in the air, on a balancing board every single day, to avoid pissing him off. Needless to say, the entire pack hates him, his drama-queen of a Luna, and his kids! Erhm!: Oh, but that’s not nice! Fraya and Trevor didn’t do anything wrong. It’s only their parents who are first-class pricks! Yeah, but you see.
They liked being the top predator. They were mean, stupid, misused their power, and bit off every hand of kindness that was ever offered them. Of course, in high school, it’s expected, but not in a pack. And one time, someone didn’t know who, but the day I found out she was a dead wolf – had asked Fraya: “”Why she couldn’t be more like me? “” And so, Began for this Omega and we’re back where we started: Amanda crying and me being strangled by a guy, I easily could take on, had I just had access to my alpha blood! “”Happily, bad breath, “”I pressed between my teeth, and did the only thing I could do: with just enough force, I pocked both my fingers in his eyes! Fraya suddenly jumped in horror, screeching like she didn’t expect me to put up a fight. Seriously! When will they ever learn? “”You bimbo!””Trevor grunted while covering his face with his hands. But I wasn’t done. As soon as I was out of his grip, I grabbed his hair with both hands and introduced his face to my knee. When my knee connected with his face, I could hear his nose brake and smell blood dripping on my pants and shoes.
I pushed him off, smiling like a crazy person and liking the way his white shirt turned red. Watching the horrid expression on Fraya’s face while Trevor was fighting to stay on his feet. I might not have my alpha blood anymore, but I was still my father’s daughter and I did not sit ideally by. while they used their power to hurt and humiliate others. But I couldn’t stick around watching my masterpiece unfold. We were still in school and considering that Trevor and Fraya – of course! – were the coolest kids in town, while I was just a freak of nature, the entire school was gathering around, to see, what was going on. I didn’t think twice. I tumbled back, grabbed my backpack, my backstabbing prick, and bolted out of there, while I still had all my nine lives! If wolves have nine lives, that is. . . ! Lesley’s POV Amanda cried. A LOT! I did the best I could to console her – because : friendship!-and l even did it without pulling the “”I told you so!””-card. Because I told her so! But I think she learned her lesson and there was no reason to rub it anymore in her face. A very, very long while later, she fell asleep and I snuck out of her room.
Downstairs I ran into her father, Adrian. He was a pack warrior – very much respected back in my father’s days – but now, like most of the pack warriors, he’d lost his pride in being a warrior, as he didn’t see it very honorable to kill women and children. Anyone who trespassed – man, woman, or child was killed. And anyone- even pack members!-who disrespected the alpha, were harshly punished. How I’d stayed alive for so long, I have no idea—or rather, I “”Thank you for sticking up for her, “” he whispered, sounding just as dead inside as he looked on the outside. “”I know it couldn’t have been easy. “” “”It’s fine, “”I answered with a slight smile. “” How’s Doris? “” Doris was Amanda’s mother and Adrian’s mate. She was a funny, outgoing, and all-around fantastic person to be around. But a feminist to the bone. Hence why she didn’t mind her daughter satisfying her needs. You know: “”If boys can, girls can “” – sort of argument. Now she was sick, but because she was a rank 3 pack member – a rank system that my uncle had made up – she wasn’t allowed to get treatment from the pack healer. “”She has good days and bad days, “” he answered honestly, treating me more like an adult than a teenager, and forcing his frown into a small, tired smile. “”But as long as there’s life, there’s hope, right? “” He asked because he knew I’d do everything in my power to help— unlike the actual Luna of this pack. I’d been doing this for as long as I could remember.
I would follow my mother around and ask the same questions she did and by the time I was 8, I knew every single member of this pack. Their background, their family, and their stories. My dad used to say, that I was too young and that I should play more But mom wouldn’t hear a word of it. She thought it was good for my development that I got to know the pack. I happened to agree. And being daddy’s girl, all I had to do was just bat my lashes at him, and he would agree to everything I said with a huge smile on his face. Once they passed, I continued doing what needed to be done . . . “”She’ll pull through, I’m sure of it, “”I answered smiling a little more sincerely, Finally, his smile turned sincere and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Tanja was a healer in training, but she was doing her training in a neighboring pack, visiting her home once or twice a month. And while the old pack healer didn’t dare to go against our alpha’s orders, Tanja lurked around the pack at night, doing what she could for the lower-ranking members. Adrian nodded and followed me to the door, bidding me good night.
I did the right thing and said good night back, but there was no way I was going to have a good night. Remember? I’d mutilated the alpha’s son? If the visit to the Principal’s office was bad, it paled in comparison to what my uncle had planned for me. . . “”So, “” my uncle said softly, poison dripping from every word, and the threat to my life was very real. “”You think you can attack my children and get away with it?”” I knew I was in trouble! My heart was racing, and my hands got sticky. I honestly felt sick. . . What? You thought I was some superhuman? I wasn’t! I sometimes got so scared, that my stomach felt like a rock. I felt embarrassed and humiliated to the point where I wanted to cry and die! And I sometimes felt so weak and broken, that I honestly believed I would never be whole again. Even my wolf cowered away in the back of my mind Broken, like everything else about me. She didn’t speak to me and sometimes I barely felt her there. Even my wolf knew. . . I was worthless, useless, and unwanted. I sometimes wished my uncle would just kill me and end my suffering. But my punishment was my uncle’s favorite entertainment. I stood with crossed arms and avoided his gaze. And of course, put up my brave face. I knew what was going to happen next, but there was no way I was going to give this pig the pleasure of knowing how I was freaking out on the inside. You see—I was 10 when my father died. Before my wolf appeared.
I moved into the packhouse attic, with the other two omegas – both males in their early 20s back then. They’d been pack warriors and outright blamed my uncle for killing my brother, so my uncle turned them into Omegas. You’ll need to remember them later. . . From time to time, my uncle would call me down from the attic. Often late at night and when most people in the house were asleep. I was too young to work so I was just going to school and doing my homework during the day. But at night he told me, had to earn my living in the pack. He fed me, clothed me, and gave me a home – MY home I might add! – and now I had to give something back. I don’t remember the first time so well I cried and he told me to shut up, before beating me multiple times But do remember the routine. I would get called down from the attic and told to meet him in the guest bedroom. He would always be sitting on the bed, so he was the first thing I saw when I got through the door He would tell me to lock it I did that Then to take off all my clothes I did that He would look at me for a long time Enough for me to start shivering from the cold. And even then, he would just smirk and watch me some more. When enough time had passed, he would call me over to sit next to him. I also did that. It was warm sitting next to him, but I would still shiver, knowing what would come next. He grabbed my waist and placed me on my back in the center of the bed. My hands over my head and legs spread.
Then he would be looking again. He would touch me. His touch sent cold shivers through my entire body, making me feel sick. Then he would get undressed and lie next to me. For some reason, he’d always whisper his mate’s name in my ear. Saying sweet things about her. I guess he wanted me to be her, now that she was old and saggy. And yeah!-in a wheelchair! She’d had a skiing accident 6 years ago that severed her spine, making her paralyzed from the waist down. I guess when my uncle didn’t get to satisfy his needs with her, he settled for me. Like I could replace her. . . But I couldn’t. I was just a girl with an undressed, grown man on top of me . . . The first time I could barely walk when I got back to the attic. I lay down sobbing. A snarl from one of the sleeping warriors to “”shut up”” and I immediately closed my mouth, scared to enrage them too. But to my surprise, the other one got up and came over to me. Sitting across from me, I could see his dark eyes in the sparse moonlight coming from the loft window. “”Hey, little one, “” he said with a soft smile and laid down next to me. He reached out his hand and pulled a stray hair out of my face, revealing my pink eye and swollen cheek. “” Did he hurt you?”” “”Yes, “”I nodded in a barely audible whisper. He sighed. “”Listen, if you want to survive, then don’t let them know, that they got to you, “” he informed me, every single one of his words stinging like knives in my heart. “” Never let them see, that they hurt you. Never let them see you sad or cry. Never let them know, they broke you. “” He tucked me in and held me close to his chest; feeling the warmth of his body, made me stop shivering for a while. “”That’s how you’ll survive as an Omega. “” That’s when something inside me snapped.
My heart was hurting so bad and I felt like everything good had left my body and I would never be happy again. Perhaps in a way-that was true. The only way I would survive this feeling was to pretend, it wasn’t there. I lay down and pretended that it hadn’t happened. That I wasn’t hurting. That the pain wasn’t real. And in the end, I got very good at that. . . later learned, that the omega’s name was Dean and for a short while, we were friends. He looked out for me. In time we became more than friends actually. Dean became like a brother to me. Snuck food and water to me, when I was being punished. Took the blame for things that were really my fault. . . He was the second son of our old beta and before his rank was taken, he’d been one of the strongest warriors in the Highland pack. But he never complained about being an omega. He’d tell me over and over again, that a warrior’s job was to protect the alpha bloodline and that meant me. He’d always treat me kindly and fairly. Cleaning me up, every time I’d had a bad beating or Uncle Harry had been too rough; reminding me to not let it show.
Had I’d seen Frozen at this time I would be able to relate! The best he did for me though, was when he secretly taught me self-defense. That’s who I ever stood a chance against a big bully like Trevor! Everything I knew about kicking, Dean taught me. And honestly, I loved him for it! That’s until 2 years ago . . . Lesley’s POV The day I turned 14, my wolf surfaced. And everything changed. I now could shift to my wolf form, but I also now could become marked with a male-wolf scent. It kinda goes a little something like this: any mature she-wolf who sleeps with a male wolf will get his scent. If that male wolf is an alpha it means she is his! Marked with scent! Not marked and mated! That’s only for the mate. In other words, if my uncle went along and did whatever his screwed-up mind called he was doing to me, it would be as good as a written confession that he was breaking the law! And although child-protective services and women’s rights are a bit outdated in the werewolf society, we still protect those too young to defend themselves. He would be forced to step down as alpha.
Because—werewolf law! I honestly was looking forward to the day. In my mind, only one of two things could happen. One: he would stop and leave me alone, or two: he would continue, get arrested and we’d lose our alpha. Sure, that would leave us at the mercy of our neighboring packs, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if it was option one or two. Heck, I didn’t even care if I would be at the mercy of some strange pack. ANYTHING was better than this. . . But unfortunately, my uncle had 4 years to plan in advance. I was called into the guest bedroom once again. To my surprise, I saw Dean sitting on the bed. My heart sank. What the—?! Judging from the expression in his eyes, he was just as surprised as I was.