... The*** overall content of this book doesn't qualify as 'mature' I would like to post a possible trigger warning\, for violence and sexual intent. There are some bad characters***....

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" Run" she remembered Binna saying to her.

"Run and don't look back. And whatever you do, don't let them know you are the daughter of the Alpha. They will use that against you. Go! Now!!"

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She was 18 years old, and it was her mother’s birthday party. It was a great party, as all the wolves in the pack came to honour their Luna. Some of the guests were from other packs. It was late at night, and she was helping Binna in the kitchen. She loved Binna, who was an Omega. An Omega who worked for her parents and helped raise her.

Omegas made up the vast majority of wolves in the pack. Binna was devoted to her family, and they spent a lot of time together. That night, they were almost done cleaning up when the rogues attacked. Rogues are wolves who are pack-less, but they are also somewhat deranged.

When a wolf leaves the pack or is cast out and has no alpha to follow, it can have a devastating effect on the wolf’s health and mental stability. In some cases, the rogues organize themselves to raid. They are often violent and kill for pleasure. Without an alpha, rogues are dangerous outcasts on the fringes of wolf society.

Attacks from rogues weren't uncommon, but most of the time, it was just one or two, and they would cross into a pack territory to hunt or kill, but it was very rare for rogues to enter a pack and go deep enough into the territory to reach the pack house or the general dwelling areas of a pack. It was for that reason that she never believed that it had been a simple rogue attack. She believed there was more to it than that.

When the rogues arrived, they stormed the pack house, killing dozens and leaving carnage in their wake. She believed they had come with the intent to destroy the pack, not just to hunt or kill a few wolves at random.

And in order to do that, they would have needed help. Someone would have had to provide them help to get onto the territory all the way to the pack house before being spotted, and assistance with the layout of the territory and where her parents had been.

She believed her parents had been a primary target as well. They had been killed quickly, not even aware they were under attack. Another reason she believed that there had been help from inside the pack. At the time, she had to run.

She was in the kitchen with Binna, and they both heard a commotion and smelled the repulsive scent of rogues enter the pack house. When Binna told her to run, she didn't hesitate. She shifted immediately and ran as fast as her four paws would carry her.

Ever since that day, she had regretted that decision. She wished she had stayed to help, stayed to protect her family, and if nothing else, she wished she had stayed to die with them.

She laid still in bed, keeping her eyes open, and she continued to think about that day. Furthermore, she had run until her legs gave out, even though it hadn't seemed like anyone was chasing her. She had run until the exhaustion had caused her to collapse, and when she closed her eyes, darkness consumed her.

She recalled waking up, in a cold, damp cell. The bars were made of silver, so as a werewolf, she couldn't even touch them without it burning her skin. The cell was dark, and quiet except for the sound of dripping water somewhere off in the distance. It had felt like hours before someone finally came into the dungeon-like prison where she was captive.

"Well, well, well" said a voice, as the man it came from slowly came down the stairs from what appeared to be the only exit to the place.

"Glad to see you're awake" He smirked at her, walking up to the cell.

He was a high ranking wolf, she was pretty sure. Not an Alpha, she thought she would have been able to sense that if he had been, but she thought to herself that he was likely a Beta or a Gamma, one of the Alpha's second or third in command.

The Alphas were the strongest of any pack, the highest and purest bloodlines, a position they were born into. The Beta and Gamma were often chosen by the Alpha from the strongest in their packs, often children of Alphas or Betas.

"Where am I" she had asked, shrinking away from the man who was standing in front of her.

"You were caught trespassing on pack territory. An offence punishable by death" He sneered at her.

"Please" she begged, "I meant no harm. I'm from the Silver Valley Pack" she continued, as her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"We were attacked, and I ran."

"Interesting" He said, thinking about what she had said.

"So you're a coward then" And again he smirked at her unkindly.

"Yes" she sobbed, "I'm a coward and I ran. Please, can I go home? I need to go back." she asked, raising her eyes to look at him.

"There isn't much to go home to" he said.

"Every pack for a couple of hundred miles has heard about what happened. Seems to have been rogues, but they didn't leave much behind." He stopped and just looked at her for a bit.

"How do we know you aren't a rogue yourself?" he asked.

"Why should I believe that you weren't part of the attack?" This seemed like a stupid question to her.

Rogues had their own smell. There was something missing with the scent of a rogue. The lack of a pack and lack of an Alpha resulted in rogues being easily identified as pack-less. A rogue couldn't easily pretend not to be a rogue.

"You can smell that I'm not a rogue" she responded, fear beginning to take over her.

This man would have to have known that she wasn't a rogue, by her scent alone. But having found her on his territory and putting her into a cell, she began to fear she might not be allowed to leave.

"That may be so" he said, "but I don't think going back to Silver Valley is a good idea for you."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, they're going to end up going through a restructuring, since the Alpha and Luna were killed, and there doesn't appear to have been a son to take over the title of Alpha for the pack. So, it'll probably be a messy to-do until they get themselves organized. No place for a cowardly little Omega like yourself."

At the mention of the death of the Alpha and Luna, she burst into tears and uncontrolled sobs. Her parents were dead, and she had done nothing to help. Binna was probably dead, and much of the pack was also likely dead. And with the death of the Alpha, the mind-link was severed. She couldn't even communicate with anyone in the pack. She was completely alone, a prisoner, miles away from home and everything she knew.

"Rest up" he had then said to her.

"We'll let you know when we decide what to do with you." And with that, he walked back up the stairs and out the door.

She remembered how cold it had got in that cell, and how it had felt like days, that she was left there, with only a few scraps of food from time to time.

She thought about when the Alpha finally came to see her. Furthermore, she could feel his aura as he opened the door. It was strong, and rolled off him in waves of heat. She could tell he was strong, and just from feeling his presence, she knew his pack must be large and very powerful. He stared at her for a while before speaking.

She could have stared back, as the daughter of an Alpha, she was strong enough that she could have fought his commanding presence for at least a few moments if she had tried, but remembering what Binna had told her, she opted to play the part of an Omega, not knowing what they would do to her if they found out who she really was. So she bent her head down in submission as soon as he came close to her cell.

"We may have a place for you" he finally said.

"We've recently had a vacancy in our kitchen staff, so we're in need of another Omega to fill the spot. We won't be inviting you into the pack, but I think we're going to keep you unless you prove to be useless, in which case we'll probably just kill you. Your Silver Valley Pack is in such disarray, nobody is going to be looking for you, so don't place any hope on a rescue. But if you do your job, we'll feed you, and you won't turn into a pack-less Rogue. I'm Namjoon, but you will address me as Alpha."

"OK" was all she was able to say.

She wanted desperately to leave, but she knew that escape from this cell was unlikely, and rescue was also

unlikely, so it seemed her best option would be to play the part of Omega, do what was asked of her, and wait for an opportunity to escape.

The jailer, who had been the one to provide the occasional meal, came and opened her cell, and put a cuff on her arm, causing her to immediately wince and snarl. It wasn't silver, so it didn't burn, but she could feel that something was wrong.

"That's wolves bane" the Alpha said to her.

"It has been integrated into your arm cuff to keep you docile and pliable. You won't be able to shift while it's on. It's just one of the ways we keep our ladies in line"

He chuckled to himself, obviously amused at the power he seemed to enjoy having over her and apparently other females within his pack. She was then moved into the Omega housing, where she was assigned a small corner of the room. She was given what had once been a mattress, two sets of clothes, and one pair of shoes.

They never asked her name, and she never offered it to them. Instead, they took her to a building adjacent to her assigned housing and pinned her down to a Gurney, where they then carved the number 5 into her wrist, with a silver blade.

Werewolves heal so quickly, they rarely have scars. But if they are cut with silver, and it isn't treated properly, they will have scars that can stay for years before finally healing over. So with the wolf's bane cuff on her arm, the scar would remain visible indefinitely.