Marked and forgotten by the Alpha

CHAPTER ONE

ARIA POV

People said I was born cursed while some said I was chosen. Others said that the moon made a mistake but none of them were there that night when it all happened.

Only the storm, and the screaming, and a moon that bled red across the sky.

I don't remember my birth, obviously. All I know is what people tell me, and what the Moonfang pack didn't forget.

But I remember the story so well, it feels like I lived it.

My mother's voice always softened when she told me the story. Her fingers would always brush my hair like I was some kind of egg that shouldn't be hurt.

"You didn't cry when you were born," she always said to me. "You just opened your eyes and stared at the moon like you had once seen it, but you only saw it that day."

The midwives panicked that day. Babies are supposed to cry but I didn't.

Lightning and thunder were so heavy that night, but I didn't move an inch; I was motionless. No single trace of tears fell from my eyes

"It felt like the world stopped," My mother whispered once more "It feels like you were waiting for something or someone.

My birth began with the storm. Cold Wind was smashing against the pack house, and rain was hitting the windows, and warriors were all pacing outside as if they were expecting an attack.

Inside, my mother was in labor surrounded by panic. She gripped the sheet tightly

"Beta Delilah, push!" one of the midwives had said.

Her screams shook the walls and the entire place. The room was dimly lit, and every shadow was huge and trembling.

Then someone shouted, pointing outside the window, and every head turned to look at the window.

"The moon... look!" The window was glowing red. Thick blood is kind of red. It wasn't a normal red but dark, deep, and deadly.

The kind of red that made even the wolves step back.

The midwives dropped to their knees immediately, clasping both hands together. An elder whispered, shaking with a fearful voice.

''Blood Moon births bring either power... or ruin." He said in fear, staring at the moon.

Lightning hit the ground outside, and this time around it was louder, and the whole building shook.

Beta Damian, my father, who was strong, strict, and calm, took one look at me emerging into the world under the red moon and stopped breathing.

My mom screamed one last time with full force, using her last strength, and then what was heard was silence. The storm froze, the wolves outside all went quiet and the heavy wind stopped moving.

I guess the world was holding its breath.

They placed me in my mother's arms and I didn't cry. It was said that I opened my eyes, looked straight at the blood moon, and for a moment the storm obeyed me.

The lightning stopped midway and the rain suspended in