Chapter 5 Disgrace

"You had what with the Alpha's son?!" My father thunders, and I have to grab at the bottom of my chair to keep myself from running up to my room and closing the door behind me.

My parents sit on the other side of the coffee table in the living room. My mother looked like she'd seen a ghost, pale and clutching at her heart, mouth gaping open, and my father looked like he was just about to murder me. I knew they would be angry, but not this much before I even finished with the story.

Had I been smaller, this would be the time when they would start beating me. It was a common disciplinary measure with werewolves. When we were pups, we were really aggressive, and simply talking wouldn't discipline young werewolves. Especially when we're starting to shift. First shift periods meant our hormones were off the roof, and that often led to rowdy behaviour. I couldn't count the amount of time I'd gotten spanked when I was younger.

However, more physical disciplinary measures stopped as soon as I reached fifteen years old. I grew as tall as my parents were, and my father couldn't manhandle me easily. I was more than grateful for it because my father had a mean hand.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling my heart stutter in my chest, "I really am."

"Is this a joke?" my mother screeches, "while we thought you were going to school and studying like a good Omega ought to be, you were fucking around with the Alpha's son?!"

I gulp at the harsh words, feeling tears threatening to fall.

"I was in a relationship," I tried to explain, "it wasn't...I thought he loved me."

"You stupid, stupid girl!" my mother jumps towards me and slaps me clean across the cheek. I gasp at the pain and the shock, my hand automatically going to cradle my face. Betrayal shudders through my heart. I expected them to be angry, yes, but I didn't think they would start hitting me. People don't normally hit pregnant people, right? I was an adult already, hitting stopped when you were a kid!

"Alphas don't love Omegas like you!" My father roars, "Alphas love Alphas. Omegas love Omegas. How could you not know this when we taught you the way your world worked from when you were a child?! Do you know any Alpha who married and had a kid with an Omega? No, of course not, because that doesn't happen!"

"How far along are you?" My mother demands, snarling. "Come on, tell me, how long has it been since you spread your legs to David?"

"I didn't spread my legs to him, I'm not a common whore. We really were in a relationship, I'm not lying. At least, that's what I thought."

"Well, where is he now, then?" my mother demands, "where's this lover boy of yours? Did you even tell him you're having his baby? Did he agree to marry you and be its father? Did he agree to make you his Luna?"

I feel the tears gushing down my cheeks now. How I wish this is the case. How I wish I'd been that lucky.

"No."

My father throws his hands up in the air.

"Of course! Who the hell would want you when they can have an Alpha? You've always been such a disappointment, Arielle, but I never thought you'd do something like this. We were stupid enough to think that you getting held back a year in school was the worst thing that could happen in your teens, but I suppose that's not!"

I hate the fact he brought it up again. It's not my fault that I had to be held back a year when I was younger, I had been sick. It was a special sickness that only werewolves suffered from called Selenophilia, where we were stuck in our wolf forms after turning for the first time on the full moon. Not every pup fell ill, but most of us did, and normally the wolves that suffered through Selenophilia were considered weak. The longer one stayed in their wolf form, the weaker they were.

When I turned to my wolf for the very first time, I couldn't turn back. No matter how much I tried, I was stuck in that form, and that went on for seven months. There were no records of a wolf being stuck in that form for so long in our pack history, hell, there were no such records in recent werewolf history.

This was the reason I was held back a year. After I returned to human form, it took me another three months to get assimilated back, and by the time I was finally ready to go back to school, an entire school year had entered. So, I repeated my last year in middle school and attended High school one year older than the others.

Because of my extended time as a wolf, I feel much more comfortable in my wolf form than my human form, but turning still fills me with anxiety. So, I don't normally turn as much as a healthy werewolf should. I'm much faster than other Omegas in my wolf form, though, which is something, I guess? But I'm also small in size thanks to Selenophilia. There had been others who had suffered from Selenophilia in the pack before, but they'd turned back after a week or two, so I couldn't really feel myself relating with them. They certainly didn't have the same anxieties I did.

So, all of this made me the ultimate disappointment for my parents.

Omegas, Alphas, and Betas did not get their designations hereditarily. They were assigned at random at birth. Sometimes, Alpha parents had Omega babies, Beta parents had Alpha babies, Omega parents had Alpha babies, etc. When my mother was pregnant with me, I'd been a very active baby, and most of the time, active fetuses came out to be Alphas. I didn't know if this was actually true or not but that was the belief.

But when I came out, I was a regular Omega, and that was my very first disappointment. Then the Selenophilia. Then being held back from school. And now, this. I think this counted as more than one disappointment in their lives.

"I'm going to go and talk to the Alpha about this," my father grumbles while I silently cry under the glare of my mother, "we have to make sure that the kid is taken care of, at least. In the meantime, you're going to act like nothing's wrong, go to school, and get whatever medicine or maternal supply you need. Don't even breathe a word about this to anyone! We don't need the rest of the pack knowing how much of a disgrace you are."