Inked wolf

Chapter One

*HI everyone this is my first story so please bear with me... This story will contain violence, sexual content and bad language.
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No, no please stay away from me. You are scaring me. I don't want to go with you, you killed them.

This was the last words that went through Damara's head as she woke up all sweaty from her nightmare. She is panting while trying to find her breath and shocked at reliving that awful day. It has been years since it happened and months went by without her having this awful nightmare.

She shakes her head to get rid of the dizziness in her head and took her sheet off that was covering her body so that she can go to the bathroom to rinse her face.it was warm night with just a little breeze outside it is Damara’s favoured time of year, spring when you can smell all the new flowers sprout and bloom. Werewolves don’t get cold easily since they are warm blooded. That’s why a single sheet was enough to keep her cosy in her short pyjama set. It was pastel pink with little black hears all over the soft cotton fabric, it has black lace trimmings on the shorts that stop mid-thigh and had black lace running in a small strap over her shoulders.  Just as her feet hit the cold wooden floor she hears the loud bang on her bedroom door.

'Open this door you mutt' she hears the dark voice say at the other end of the door, that voice she knows all too well and her hands start to tremble. That must be one of the down sides of living in a packhouse, where you share the house with all the unmated wolfs. You don’t have privacy and sure as hell never know when someone will show up at your dead of night. We eat together, clean together, train together not that I am aloud to train but that’s how live is in a pack like this.

She rushes to the bedroom door and opens it with her head bend down to show she submits. After all she is only an omega in this pack. The omegas are the lowest rank in any pack, omegas are seen as maids or slaves.

'What took you so long mutt' the voice roars in the silence of the night.

'sssss...sorry Alpha Jjjj...Jason, I was.’ is all I got out before I felt my cheek burn from the impact.

You would think after 6 years I would be use to this kind of treatment.it has been six year since I was force to join Jason’s pack and be his personal omega. This means I do as he says all the time without second guessing it. He is rough less when it comes to me if it may be for fun or for punishment. Submission is key in any pack. Once you give total submission to an alpha he has control over you.

'D... Are you okay?' I hear the soft voice of Torvi in the back of my mind.
'Yes I am okay T' I say back to hear as a tear slips down my burning cheek.

Torvi is my other half, my best and only friend. She is my wolf. The first time I heard her voice in my head I was 13, first I thought I must of have imagined it but there her voice was again. It was strange because I knew she was my wolf but I didn't expect to hear my wolf's voice until my 16th birthday. We all grow up learning about our wolves in school as pups. We don’t have normal subjects as humans. We learn about farming, hunting, packs and territories, duties to the alpha and so much more. So for me to hear Torvi on such an early age was nerve wreaking. I remember rush back home to the packhouse to tell my parents. When I told them they didn’t believe me at first but after a while of convincing them they got a hold of one of our pack elders to consult with him about my early wolf voice. The elder didn’t know much as it was scares to happen almost unheard of. That's when I knew Torvi and I are special.