THE ALPHA'S

Mia's p.o.v

Have you ever thought what one's life would be if their fate wasn't decided by the moon goddess?. Everything would be very different, one would get the chance to decide what path to take and who to love. Sadly that wasn't the case for me. My fate was already sealed the day I was born a Werewolf.

The fact that I was born an omega meant that I was below the high ups. My purpose was to serve and please them as they wanted.

I was never to look them in the eye or answer them back unless ordered to.

One of my duty was to spread my legs for the alpha and let him breed me as he saw fit, until I could produce him pups as many as he wanted. Only then would I be given the freedom I longed for.

And that was an omega's fate in our pack.

The stupid rule was created by our ancestor, who was the original and first Werewolf to ever talk directly to the moon goddess. According to legend, the asshole did that because he saw how omegas were very submissive. He noticed how Alphas became calmer and possessive over them, he figured that an alpha with an omega was way more powerful than one without.

Every time an alpha stepped down to let his son take over the pack, the elders gave the new alpha a chance to choose one omega among all of them who could be his Luna and stand by his side. But that didn't mean it was his mate, no. Although we got to have a mate, the rule didn't apply to an alpha or an omega. Because immediately an alpha chose an omega, they both were directly meant to reject their mates to fulfill the rules of the pack.

After the alpha chose an omega who pleased his heart, the beta was then given a chance to choose too, but his rule was different. A beta was allowed to either chose an omega or refuse, unlike an alpha.

After the night of the ceremonial choosing was over, the alpha then went in his Chamber's to breed the omega until she got pregnant or he allowed her to leave his room. Then the omega lived her days serving the alpha until her purpose was done, he then granted her the required freedom after baring his pups.

The rule went on for generation to generation until an incident that happened five years ago. Our pack was ambushed by the twin alphas.

There was no pack that hadn't heard about them, Brandon and Landon.

The tormentors of territories and Slayer of all lives, as much as their names sounded so fake, they were very real.

They slaughtered our Alpha, beta, warriors, and most of our men who were above the age of twenty. Then they later demanded we kneel and pledge our loyalty to them.

We saw how they killed without remorse or hesitation and we weren't that strong to even try and fight them off. So we did what everyone in their right mind would do. We all knelt down and pledged our loyalty to them, by then I was only twelve years old and my heart was filled with anger and rage towards them.

Because amongst the pack members they killed was my father who I loved so much and cherished. My mother died while giving birth to me so I was only left with him, he showed me what love was and gave me all I could ask for. To me, he was all I had and I was so happy, never in my life had I ever thought of running away or killing myself.

But the day the twins took over I attempted that more than once. I was severely punished, for a week I was locked up in a dark place with no food and water. I was chained to a silver chain that was very painful for any Werewolf.

After that near to death experience, I stopped trying to run or hurt myself.

I chose to live in the hell hall everyone in my territory called home, but I knew that deep down everyone wasn't that happy.

The twins were the most talked about alphas in all the lands, who by the age of fifteen earned their first nickname as twin Lucifer's.

The twins weren't always like that according to a few remaining pack elders that rarely talked about them due to fear.

There was an incident that happened years ago, that's what made them turn into the worst alphas in all history of Werewolves.

Despite being cold and dangerous, there were a few she-wolves that tried to seduce them, sadly they ended up dead or injured. Many began thinking they were gay and I too began to think they were right, because five years had gone by and they still had no Luna, breeder or mate. They cared less about what our pack members gossiped, and in those five years no one had ever seen them with a woman either in bed or their office.

The twins were the most handsome men in our pack, very quiet, hard-working, intelligent but also very ruthless, dangerous and unapologetic.

I did my best to stay away from them and any high up, but it was getting hard because a week ago the twin alphas ordered our elders to resume with the original rules, culture and life of our pack. That meant the choosing of an omega was going to be held sooner or later.

A lot of thoughts were going through my mind.

"Why where they now resuming our pack rules and culture after years?. Was it because they wanted to have a pup, or were they tired of the rumors going around?"

No one knew, all I knew was that my eightieth birthday was in a week. If I was going to find my mate, I was going to plead with him to run away with me. Because of the mate bond we would share, I was so certain he was going to agree with my request, after all, no one wanted to hurt their own mate no matter what.

I stood from my small bed and went to the window with a soft sigh.

My birthday wish was to be mated to a warrior. I didn't want it to be a delta or beta because I had seen the way they acted around a mate and it wasn't all roses and snow.

It was mostly thorns and broken glasses.

Mia's p.o.v

"Mia stop slacking off already, do you want me to punish you?" Margret our chief omega asked loudly.

"No, I'm sorry ma'am," I whispered then continued to scrub the floor of the pack house.

I didn't mean to slack off or act lazy, it's just that my mind was unsettled as I thought about the upcoming ceremony, I seriously didn't want to go anywhere and I hated the fact that every omega was required to dress up nicely and do her best to please the alphas.

"Add more pressure to your hands," she ordered me and walked out as I did.

Some of my main fears were to either be rejected by my mate or to receive my first heat without finding him, most omegas in our pack were rejected because of their mates fear of facing the alpha if he ended up choosing that same omega, and most omegas that went in heat before finding their mates were given to the high ups as means of reward and release.

Everything was messed up and horrible, the omegas ended up becoming pregnant mostly, if the guy who had impregnated them was kind enough, he allowed the omega to keep the pup, if he was heartless he talked to the alpha's who would decide to either kick them out of the pack or forcefully make the omega abort.

After the abortion or exile the omegas turned crazy and some traumatized, I didn't want it to happen to me so it really scared me.

"Work, work and work, don't think much even though you rarely eat or sleep," I murmured to myself Softly then tensed when I felt eyes staring at me.

I groaned in annoyance then continued to scrub the floor, for the past two years I had been feeling like I was being watched from afar by more than one person, at first it felt like it was one, then the feeling changed into two, I tried my best to inhale their scent but I couldn't pick up anything, their scent was either perfectly masked or I was going insane because of thinking a lot, every time I turned or looked around I saw no one.

I was finding it weird because I only had this kind of feeling when I wasn't around anyone, it was common for male betas, Delta's and warriors to lust for beautiful omegas and spy on them, but I wasn't beautiful, at least that's how I saw myself.

I began to hum my favorite tune and continued to work, every omega knew her duty and what role they played, as for me it was my job to clean the pack house every Morning, the high ups bedrooms were off-limit to me, because an elderly omega who had already experience her heat was the only one allowed there. After cleaning the pack house, I was suppose to help out with the washing or the surrounding, after that if I got lucky I ate, but if I got unlucky I found nothing to eat.

"Aren't you excited!" Megan's voice startled me.

"Meg!" I yelled in anger.

"Oops, sorry, did I startle you?" She asked teasingly.

"Yes you did," I answered then turned when I felt the eyes that were on me revert.

"I'm sorry," She said again.

"It's fine, hey when you walked in here didn't you have a feeling that someone was watching you?" I asked.

She looked around then knelt beside me.

"I did," she whispered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, and I know who it was," she answered.

I quickly stopped scrubbing and moved closer.

"Who?" I asked.

"My fear and conscious," She answered.

I angrily glared at her as she burst out in laughter.

"Psycho," I whispered mockingly.

"You should get used to such a feeling, firstly this is a pack house full of dominant males and secondly you are a beautiful Omega who easily attracts the males, thirdly you..."

"Enough," I said seriously cutting off.

"What?" She asked.

"You've made your point," I answered.

"Mia when will you accept what you truly are, the day that you will embrace yourself as an omega that's the day you will come to love yourself and understand that you are blessed by the Goddess to be born as you are," she said then stood up.

"I'm not like you, Meg, you already got your first heat and you now feel free, you might not have met your mate yet but the man that took care of you is none other than Christopher," I answered.

Everyone in our pack knew who Christopher was, he was what we called the right hand of the twins, he was somehow alike to them but yet again very different, he was good in hand to hand Kombat, his wolf was also one of the biggest and strongest in the pack, when he was serious he became scary. He killed and tortured everyone who was disrespectful to him, but when it came to women he was like another person, he was kind, friendly and understanding, many women went to him but he chose who to spend the night with, he was mostly attracted to women who had low self-esteem and confidence, I didn't understand why but he preferred those a lot.

Meg was always segregating herself before her first heat, she rarely talked to me and she usually cried when she got teased, she was very sad and one time she tried to kill herself. When she got her first heat she was suppose to be given to one of the lead warriors but Christopher stepped in and claimed her for the night since he had beta blood running through his veins no one dared to oppose him.

The next day Meg came out like a different version of herself, she was very happy and more confident than I could ever be, I didn't want to ask her what had happened during her heat so I kept quiet and decided to let everything slide.

"Well what can I say I got really lucky," she answered.

I stood up and laughed Softly.

"You got lucky indeed," I answered then picked up the bucket of water and mop.

I looked up and noticed Meg was bowing low. I laughed and threw the mop at her.

"Quit playing you crazy girl," I said loudly then turned and hit into a hard chest.

My heart instantly picked up, I was so scared to even look up, the fact that Meg had bowed to show her respect and submission meant it was a high up.

"Next time be careful and watch where you go pretty Lady," Christopher's voice came through.

I quickly looked up and breathed a sigh relief when he smiled at me, he truly was kind and handsome.

"I'm sorry sir," I answered with a smile.

My smile instantly faded when I saw the twins coming downstairs.

"See you later sir," I quickly said then rushed outside with Meg behind me.

"See you later sir, who says that to a high up?" She asked loudly.

"I got scared of the twins and panicked," I answered honestly.

"Why they wouldn't do a thing to you unless you do something bad, anyway did you see how they really looked like?" She asked.

"No, it's our rule to never look any high up in the eyes but I broke it today when I looked at Christopher, luckily I just glanced at the twins without looking at them carefully, I just hope I won't get into trouble," I answered honestly.

"Me too," Meg said then walked by my side to our rooms.

Mia's p.o.v

"Mia, Mia wake up." Meg called Softly while shaking me.

"No," I answered in a murmur then turned and faced the other side.

"There is a fight outside and it involves our alphas," she said loudly.

In a second I was up and on my feet.

"Seriously?" I asked in a whisper.

"Let's go already, Come on," she said loudly then grabbed my hand and rushed out of the room with me.

I blinked a few times to get rid of the sleep in my eyes as I tried to match my pace with hers.

It was very early in the morning, that's when the sun was rising. I didn't know why, but I really wanted to see what was going on.

"You do not scare me you twin gay shit!" Emanuel yelled in a Cracking voice outside.

A lot of loud gasps and murmurs broke out.

I quickly picked up my pace and went outside where I found a lot of pack members standing far away from the pack house. Emmanuel as usual, looked very drunk and wasted. He stood a few meters away from the twins who were standing near the packs door calmly.

Despite maintaining a calm character, deep down I knew they were very upset because no one had ever called them gay openly. What Emmanuel did was literally digging his own grave willingly.

He laughed loudly then pointed his finger at them.

"How do you even do it." He asked between laughter.

I carefully moved a bit closer to see the twins reaction clearly.

Emmanuel looked around for a few minutes then lifted his hands with a wide smile.

I felt bad and sorry for him because he was one of the best warriors in our pack, he was also kind to everyone and very helpful, but once he drunk he became the very opposite, he insulted anyone he came across and he also aggressively harassed a lot of she-wolves be it mated or not.

It was hard for Werewolves to get drunk by drinking alcohol, but once the alcohol became mixed with a few drops of wolfsbane, their immune system became weak and it resulted in getting drunk easily.

An overdose of wolfsbane turned deadly to a Werewolf and resulted to death.

It was poison to us Werewolf just like silver was and red oitis. Red oitis was a flower Which was rarely found in the high mountains, it's juice was served as a toxic poison that broke down any kind of supernatural being from inside out within five minutes. It also had no cure.

"Emmanuel how about you go and get some rest," Christopher said seriously.

He was standing next to the twins with folded arms.

"Hey Beta, why are you so keen on talking on their behalf as If they don't have mouths, are you their Bitch or what?" Emmanuel asked loudly as the gasps grew much louder than before.

Christopher growled in a warning and wanted to move but stopped when one of the twins held his hand.

The twins rarely talked, they mostly looked at things with boredoness and treated everyone like they were inferior.

"Yeah, stop your Bitch and fuck him later you gay trash," Emmanuel spat as my heart beat wildly in fear.

One of the twins walked to him slowly, each step he took held extreme dominance, it was that of a preditor after a small miserable prey, a cold wind swept past me that made me shiver and cower, there was no denying that the twins were more powerful than an ordinary alpha, something about them was very intimidating, powerful and dominant.

He stood in front of Emmanuel who was trying so hard to face him head-on but failed terribly, he lowered his gaze to the ground and whimpered in fear.

Although he was drunk, his wolf wasn't, his Wolf actually recognized the twins as their leaders, no matter what he was bound to serve and submit to them.

"I'm sorry, please," He begged.

I took in a sharp breath when the twin lifted his hand and slowly wrapped it around Emmanuel's neck making sure his claws were digging into his flesh, Emmanuel's whimpers grew louder as blood rolled from his cut.

Each passing second the twin's grip tightened and his claws dug deeper while he watched with a smirk. it was like he wanted him to slowly fight for his last breath before he died.

The more he squeezed the more terrified I became. My eyes became filled with tears as memories of my late father came back crushing. The damn bastard had no mercy while slaughtering him, they also had a smirk on their dumb faces while watching him bleed, I hated them a lot, I hated them all.

My throat was becoming dry and my vision blurry, my body was hot and I was beginning to sweat a lot. My breathing became laboured and loud.

"Mia, what's wrong?" Meg asked in concern.

The other twin who was watching everything happen moved closer and whispered something in his brother's ear.

When they both looked my way, I gasped and lowered my gaze in fear. I didn't know why they were looking my way, all I knew was that it wasn't a good sign having them look my way.

"Everyone get back to your places now!" Christopher ordered loudly.

"Mia, can you walk?" Meg asked Softly when everyone began to go back to their rooms and work area.

I didn't want to bother her, my legs were stuck on the ground and I had no strength left to move.

"Yes I can," I lied then took a step ahead.

I was about to fall when strong hands lifted me in bridal style, I quickly looked up and found Christopher looking down on me with a smile.

"It looks like you need a hand," he whispered softly.

"Thank you so much, she was fine a few minutes ago but now she looks sick," Meg answered quickly without waiting for me to respond.

"Where are your rooms?" He asked.

"The omega wig at your left," she answered.

"Okay, if you don't mind young lady, I will take you there," he said softly.

"Thank you, sir," I answered in relief then tensed when I saw the twins looking at us.

I quickly buried my head into Christopher's chest without thinking and closed my eyes.

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid of anything, I won't drop you," he whispered.

I knew he wasn't going to, after all, he was a kind soul to women.

He walked with me In his arms to the omega building. I slowly pulled back from his chest and noticed how a few female omegas were glaring at me.

"Which side," he asked when he began going up the stairs ignoring the stares.

"Left-wing," Meg answered.

"Okay," he said then smiled.

"Sir, thank very much, it's just that I....,".

"It's fine, plus I don't mind carrying a beautiful lady such as yourself in my arms," he answered with a grin.

At that moment I wished I could have a mate who was as kind as Christopher and very caring, but wishes were just wishes, they rarely came true.