Omega's arrogant mate

My childhood used to be happy. I was a normal kid. I never wanted to sit still in one place and I always wanted to run around. My father was always nice and my mother was always kind. We were all happy.

Everyone respected us. We were the leaders of one of the most successful packs, after all. People looked up to us. They saw us as, for lack of a better word, gods. We ruled their life and told them what to do. They obeyed out of respect and fear of what my father would do to them.

I never had much when I was a kid. My parents never focused on me for too long. They were always more interested in their work. Of course, that meant that I was never given any toys and had to get my own food. I also never had many friends. Pretty much everyone was intimidated and terrified of me, but I was okay with that. I liked being alone. I liked taking care of myself. It made me feel like I meant something, like I was on this world for a reason.

Everything started going downhill as soon as I turned ten. People weren't showing us the same respect as they used to. More and more rogues were attacking and trying to destroy the pack. People were rebelling. They grew tired of our laws. At this point, my parents were panicking and constantly wondered why no one was listening to them anymore. They always said that the deal was supposed to last for ten years. Apparently, it had only been seven.

I remember waking up one night to screaming sound. I didn't know what it was or what to do, so I went to my parents. My mother had been arguing with my father and he had gotten tired of her complaining. He hit her and she screamed. I remember running up to my mom, where she lay on the floor clutching her cheek. I was trying to comfort her. I didn't know why daddy hit her. I didn't know what she had said. I just knew that I had to protect her.

Mom and Dad sat me down that night and told me everything.

Before I was born, things were tough for my parents. We were broke and were treated like garbage. We were hated for being something that we couldn't even control. We used to be omegas. At the time I had no idea what that term meant, until they told me that it was a title for the weakest wolves of a pack. I was confused. How were we so powerful now, when we used to be omegas? Eventually, I was born and the pack we used to belong to grew to hate us even more. I was a disgrace. I wasn't supposed to be born. I dampened the pack's name. My parents grew tired of this after a while and decided to make a change.

Our pack was bordered by some of the strongest supernatural species known to man. To the north we had vampires, to the south, witches, to the east, angels, and finally, to the west, demons. Werewolves were never commonly known to associate themselves with the other creatures in the area. In all honesty, we hated each other. We despised the vampires and lived to kill the witches. The Angels and Demons pretty much took care of themselves.

It was odd how we are living in houses so closely to each other, but we had to be so far away from humans. They could not discover our kind or the council would destroy us. Of course there were the few hunters, who were dumb enough to think that they could defeat our species entirely, but we took care of them quickly.

Since werewolves were not common enemies of the demons, my father deemed it a good decision to make a deal with one. Demons loved to dish out a good deal every now and then in exchange for a price of course. Their soul. My father traveled to the west side of the pack and scheduled a meeting with one of the crossroad demons. He made a deal with him, a deal my father thought was fair: in exchange for my father's soul, the demon agreed to grant them ten years of fortune. He made them the leaders of one of the most successful werewolf packs in the world and gave them the respect that they craved. The demon made people fear us. It made people intimidated by us. The demon gave them all the things that my parents craved. We were given all of this and in ten years the demon would be back to collect his payment. And so the Red Moon Pack was born.

Seven years later, the pack was failing and no one could understand why. My father went and met with the same demon he made the deal with. The demon had said that we broke one of its most important rules. We had killed a human. One of our pack mates had gone rogue and killed a human who was living in the town.

For a werewolf, their bodies are naturally set up to be in a pack. They live to have companionship with other wolves and some of them even enjoy the comfort of a human. That was very illegal with the council, however, and the wolves that did seek that comfort were immediately taken care of. When a were goes rogue their bodies start to shut down. They will lose their sanity, brain cell by brain cell, and eventually they have no brain left. It is like they are regular wolves, but with an increased hunger for human flesh.

The demon had a strict list of rules for the ones he made deals with. Killing a human was number one on that list. As soon as the human died, the demon dropped their contract, but held onto their souls. Our pack began slowly diminishing. Eventually, no one respected us anymore. We were viewed as weak. We were supposed to be the leaders of a pack, but in reality we were nothing. Nothing but Omegas.

They despised us, despised me. I wasn't strong enough for them. I couldn't take over the pack. I couldn't lead the pack. I was useless.

So by the age of thirteen, when my parents' contract was finally up, they killed themselves by driving off a mountain. The demon was coming for his payment soon and my mother said that she already heard the sounds of the hell hounds coming to get her.

The pack was nearly nonexistent after that and everyone had slowly broke off into their own packs. The few that had stayed were set on making me suffer for their downfall. I had fallen back into my original title as Omega. The level of hate that people felt towards me had doubled and many were hell-bent on getting revenge.

That was five years ago. For five years, I have lived in fear of someone killing me. Everyone wants revenge. Everyone wants to make me suffer. I am useless. I am worthless. I'm not anything but an Omega and people finally see that. I can't lead a pack, much less one of the most powerful in the world. For five years, people have beat me. People have starved me and called me rude names. They treat me like I am scum. On many occasions, they have told me that they would make me wish that I was never born. And I do wish, but I finally have had enough of this treatment. I want to get away. I want to escape. I have made the decision to leave and run.

I will run at midnight. I am getting out of this hell.

"You ruined this for everyone!" One of the guys screamed as he brings the whip down on my body once more.

I bite my lip in an effort to stop my scream of pain from escaping my lips.

"I'm sorry!" I whimper, moving my body even closer to the chilling wall.

"You better be sorry, you worthless Omega!" he growls, slamming the whip down again.

Screaming out in pain, I attempt to curl into myself, even though my hands and feet are chained to the wall of my cell.

"Stay still! You made us suffer and now you're gonna suffer!" he snaps, taking a silver knife from a pocket in his pants.

Bringing it up to my stomach, he quickly slashes, making me let out a painful scream.

"You shut your mouth! You deserve this!" he roars, pressing the knife harder into my abdomen.

I immediately shut my mouth with my hand to hold in my screams from coming out. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. But it only makes him angrier, as he brings the whip down harder and harder each time.

After many hours, countless cuts, and many bruises later, another man finally enters the room. He has an aura of authority around him and makes me shiver in fear, pressing my body even farther into the wall.

"That's enough, Daren," he shouts while standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes, Sir," the other man murmurs, putting away the whip and placing the knife back in his pocket.

Stepping up to me, he gives me a look of disgust before unlatching the shackles around my wrists and ankles. I am unable to support my own weight and this causes me to collapse in a bloody heap on the floor.

"We're having a visitor tomorrow. Congratulations, you earned yourself a meal," the man standing in the doorway sneers.

Flashing me one last disgusted look, they both turn and leave the room. Tears well up in my eyes, as the pain in my body becomes too much for me and everything goes black.

~~~~~

"Omega. Get up," someone orders.

Rolling over to my side, I try to open my eyes, only to find them sealed shut. Groaning, I sit up and rub a hand over my face, prying open my eyes.

"I said get up!" the man screams, slapping me hard on the cheek.

I shakily rise to my feet, using the wall as support. Looking over at him with fear, a lump begins to form in my throat at the chilling smirk that appears on his face. He slowly stalks towards me, the smirk on his face growing. My heart rate accelerates and my fingernails scrape against the wall, grasping for some support.

"Daren! Now!" the man from before, who I assume is the leader, yells as he appears in the doorway.

Widening my eyes in shock, the man, who I now know is named Daren, quickly pushes me a plate of food and a new set of clothes, before turning and scurrying out of my cell. Sliding down the wall, I pull the plate of food towards me. I was about to throw up seeing the rotten meat and spoilt cheese pasta laying on the plate. Frowning in disappointment and disgust, I push the plate away from me and look down at the clothes laying near my feet. I reach down and pick up the thin piece of clothing. The thin dress that they threw at me stops just below my butt and barely covers the left side of my body.

" Get dressed soon." a guyorders, causing me to snap my head up just in time to see the leader turning and leaving through the entrance of the cell.

No longer wanting to be beaten, I quickly slip on the dress and wait at the entrance hoping to be let out.

~~~~~

The party is in full swing. The music is bumping and flowing throughout the room. I harshly bite my lip as I lean against the staircase behind me, looking for a way out. Glancing at all the people around me, a frown takes over my face. All of their faces are filled with smiles and happiness. Everyone here is happy. They are gifted with that and I'm not.

This party is to appease a visiting alpha. He is coming of age and wants a party to celebrate. The new leader of this small pack thinks it would be a great idea to have it here. Rolling my eyes, I take in my captives across the room. They are each leaning against the wall flirting with different girls.

Swallowing hard, I look over to the door. No one is standing by it. Mostly everyone is on the dance floor or over by the food table. Inching myself towards the door, I keep my eyes on the two men across the room. Reaching the door, I carefully open it, making sure no one notices. Slipping out of the ballroom, I quietly shut the door behind me. With a last gulp of air, I sprint to the front entrance of the house and run outside. Slipping off my heels, I break into a sprint, straight into the forest.

***

The unsteady pounding of my feet on the uneven ground only served to boost my adrenaline. My heart was pounding and my breathing was shaky. The twigs snapping under my feet and the tree branches slapping against my body made me feel at home.

Reaching a break in the trees, I will myself to run faster. Seeking the comfort of cover, I sprint across the small field and into the vast trees once again. Attempting to calm my racing heart, I slow into a comfortable sprint and focus on the nature around me. Taking in the thick tree cover and the various woodland animals that I nearly crush under my feet, I smile in victory. I was leaving this place. I didn't have to suffer anymore. I could be happy.

Hearing no sounds around me, my heart calms into steady rhythm. Breathing a sigh of relief, I slow to a jog and continue through the trees. No one was following me. My plan had worked. I was nearing another pack's territory now. I could see their guards pacing up and down the border line. A lump begins to form in my throat as I crouch down in a nearby bush. Gulping I take in the various guards standing in front of me. There were around 10 of them and they looked deadly. Each wolf was adorned in a military looking uniform with a huge shotgun slung over their shoulder. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

If they were wolves, why did they need guns? Aren't they strong enough on their own?

Shrugging it off, I move accidentally making the leaves of the bush rustle. A guard snaps his head over in my direction and narrows his eyes slightly. Laying flat on my back, I hide myself as well as I can behind the bush. The guard's footsteps draw nearer and nearer to the bush and I hold my breath, praying to the moon goddess that he wouldn't find me. The scuff of his boots against the dirt ground and my pounding heart is all that can be heard. The man walks over to the bush that I am hiding behind and leans down. The barrel of the gun peaks through the bush. Chills run up my body. My heart drops to the bottom of my stomach. The shrill echo of the gun screeches through the forest. A bullet whizzes past me, hitting the tree behind me. A shriek escapes my lips and I launch myself out from my hiding place, stumbling away and trying to break into a sprint. The man jumps up after me, wrapping a hand around my hair and yanking back. He smirks at my screams and drags me over the pack border.

"Welcome to Westwood pack, sweetheart. We're your worst nightmare." the man whispers in my ear.

My breathing stills.

Westwood pack, the deadliest and most dangerous of them all.

Laughter can be heard throughout the place. The man's hand is still wrapped around my hair and the barrel of the gun is pressed against the side of my head. The ten or so guards crowded around us are having a hard time keeping in their amusement.

"You thought you could get away! how dumb can you be!" one of them laughs, holding their stomach.

I narrow my eyes, willing myself not to do something stupid.

'Keep your mouth shut. Do not speak unless spoken to,' my wolf snarls for the first time. She never comes out after the painful first time shifting.

Keeping my mouth shut, I try to ignore the chill feeling of the gun pressed against my temple.

"You are never going to get away," the man behind me sneers.

The men continue to laugh like hyenas as they each throw an insult my way.

"What were you running from, sweetheart?" the man whispers.

I make no move to answer, and this only amuses the crowd even more.

"Probably yourself. You are a worthless Omega after all," a man from the crowd jokes, his lip curling in disgust.

Glaring over at the man, I struggle in my captive's hold.

"Don't move," the man growls with an aura of power emanating from him.

Gulping, I immediately still, knowing they will not be afraid to use the gun on me. Screwing my eyes shut, I pray that this is only a dream. In a few minutes, I'll wake up and this will all just fade away. This is only a nightmare. It can't be reality, can it?

"Now. You're going to do everything that we ask you to. Or else you'll find a bullet in that pretty little head of yours. Understand?" he says softly, tracing my cheek with the gun.

I harshly bite my lip and nod my head fervently. I would do everything they said. I had to. This was Westwood pack. The most ruthless pack in America. They would strap me to the wall and torture me in a second, but it wouldn't just be silver knives and whips. Their torture chambers were much, much worse. Their favorite pastime was bathing prisoners in silver and I was now a prisoner. Doing whatever they said was a small price to pay in order to maintain my safety. No matter how much I would be tortured or insulted on a daily basis, I still wanted to live. And by disrespecting the Westwood's it would only guarantee my demise.

"Good," he smirks, cocking his head to the side, "Now, you're gonna follow me and you're keep your mouth shut. Understand?"

Nodding my head again, I hold my breath as he slowly takes away the gun and latches his hand on my wrist.

"Oh, and don't you dare think about running. Cause I'll find you and I'll catch you. I'll make sure that this is ten times worse the second time around," he smiles evilly.

Widening my eyes as a lump grows in my throat, I lower my head in an attempt to show him my submission. The smirk that graces his face makes bile rise in my throat. Grabbing my chin, he yanks my head up and looks me in the eyes.

"That's sweet, but I would save your submission for the Alpha. He is gonna have a lot of fun with you," he chuckles, bringing the gun back up to my face.

Holding my breath, I wince slightly as his finger twitches on the trigger.

"Now, now sweetheart. No flinching," he smirks.

Swallowing hard, I straighten back to my original height and look him straight in the eye. I will not be weak.

"I'm not afraid of you," I nearly growl.

He raise an eyebrow as a smile slips onto his face. "Now, Honey, you and I both know that that's not true."

A defiant look crosses my face and I will myself to calm down. I can feel the stinging pinch in my nails as my claws grow to their full length.

"You don't scare me," I say again, gritting my teeth.

"The one thing you need to learn right now is that you don't lie to the Westwood. Those who do die a painful death," he spits out, sinking his claws into my arm.

My lip is once again clamped between my teeth, stopping myself from crying out.

"Now, let's go," he growls, yanking me by the arm.

The sounds of countless growls echo around the forest as the man releases my arm and lowers himself into a fighting stance. My old captives charge up to the border line, led by a wolf I have never seen before. Their growls are immediately stilled as they take in the guards. The unfamiliar wolf shifts into human form and crosses his arms over his chest. The aura of power that he holds lets me know that it is an Alpha standing in front of us.

"I want my Omega back," he sneers.

"She is not yours to take," the man in front of me snaps.

"I paid money for her!" the Alpha screams.

The man in front of me stands to his full height and cocks his head to the side.

"Well isn't that just unfortunate. She wandered onto our land, she's our property now," he scoffs.

"She is mine! I paid for her!" the Alpha screams again.

"Well, she is a prisoner of the Westwood pack. Taking her starts a war. Are you prepared for that, pup?" the man taunts.

A powerful growl rips through the forest, making my legs shake and my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.

"This is not over. She is my property!" the Alpha growls, before shifting into his wolf and sprinting away.

My old captives say nothing and turn to follow after the Alpha.

The man turns back to me and latches onto my arm once again. He drags me after him harshly, making me stumble over my feet. My heart rate accelerates and panic begins to set in.

I was a prisoner of the Westwood pack. I had defied the Westwood pack security. I was going to die. The things that my old captives had done to me bared no comparison to the things that the ruthless Westwood Alpha would do. He was deadly, dangerous. If I was lucky he would snap my neck instantly, but of course I was never one for luck.

With every step, the man's nails sunk deeper and deeper into my arm. The tears that well up in my eyes I blink away, unwilling to let them see my pain. We approach a giant cement building. The entrance is covered in shrubs and if you didn't know the land, the door would never have been seen. Yanking me into the building after quickly inputting the password, he shuts the door behind us. An eerie chill runs up my spine as I take in the prison. The walls are lined with unconscious prisoners chained to the walls. The bars are clearly made of silver and the smell of vomit and blood causes me to gag. We walk halfway down the hall before he pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the nearest door, before shoving me inside. I hit the ground with a grunt and turn to glare at the guard who threw me inside. A smile graces his face.

"The Alpha will see you soon," he says, turning on his heel and leaves the prison.

Huffing, I scoot back until my back hits the wall and bring my knees to my chest. Looking around the cell, I take in the mold growing in the corner and the droopy ceiling. Leaning my head back on the brick wall, all the emotions that I had tried to keep locked away come spilling out.