Alpha Kacy

Fate

Fate and life must have a sense of humor,I was born burned and broken and I would die the same, Because I was Born without a wolf in a family of werewolves destiny’s plaything, so, to the entire pack I was an outcast. small timid insignificant useless trash. In a pack of supposed warriors they would force me to train constantly,I know it was just an excuse to beat me. broken and abused by my pack my alpha would do nothing, and by the sneer and disgust that flashed across his face every time he laid eyes on me I knew he would like nothing more than to join in. it was a fun game to them, fuck with the human kid.  I had no single Ally or friend, I was a pariah, a blemish on the face of this perfect pack. Unloved and unwanted wolfless Omega.

It didn't help that my parents were killed in a rogue attack when I was ten. The only other family I had was my older brother and he was taken in by a family that was close with my father. Daniel, he had promise, he had the strength and most importantly he had a wolf. The moment I found out of my parents' deaths I was thrown out on the streets like trash, the home I had known my whole life being burned to the ground by hateful village people, I had nothing, not even a picture to remember my mother and father. I ended up living off the scraps my brother could manage to sneak me from time to time, its all he could do.

 One frozen frost covered night, Alpha's wife took pity on me  when she pulled me out of the pack house dumpster. I had been looking for food and she allowed me to sleep in the basement of the pack house, after explaining that she wasn't doing this out of kindness. Luna told me I could stay as long as I took on the job of the maid and cook, cleaning up after- and feeding the warriors that live at the pack house. I was given a chance, and room for myself, it was just a closet but it was all I had, one mirror, one shelf and a pile of pillows and a blanket, but it was still mine.

I was allowed to attend school at the age of thirteen, but I had to stay at the back of the class and keep quiet, and sitting with my forehead sleepily pressed to the cool desk in front of me years later I wish I hadn't started school at all.

"Miss Blackwell please pay attention to the board you already have enough against you as it is, you can't afford to be stupid" said my English lit teacher Mrs. Bennett was a stern looking woman with white blonde hair and I would think she was pretty if she didn't wear a hateful look on her face 24/7, she was the mate to the beta Mr. Bennett or beta Jackson, so I understand you would need to keep your guard up all the time to bear that man's personality.

"my bad Mrs. Bennett I didn't get to sleep last night" I spoke with a yawn, I had been up all night scrubbing the huge dining room after a few of the men got carried away and fought causing a bigger mess for me to clean up, I was glad we didn't have a test today cuz God knows I didn't have time to study. plus the fact that I was failing every single class I was in anyway, school was hard for me. I didn't even really know how to read till I was 14, it wasn't one of my strengths. I was in my final year at 18 and in a few weeks I would be 19, then it wouldn't matter because I would be free, free to run away free to do whatever I wanted because I had no wolf they couldn't force me to stay nor did I think they wanted me to anyway, bet they couldn't wait for me to be gone, my favorite thing about leaving was they can't me rouge I would just be human and I could join the human world, the human world sounded like heaven.

"Okay class remember at the end of this week is SATs" I groaned internally I wouldn't be getting a diploma, and finding a job would be pretty difficult without one but my brother, my Golden boy brother said he would help as much as he could, he suggested that I apply to work at a place called McDonald's, saying it would be easy and would be a living wage.

Everyone got up and practically ran out the door, the sound for chairs slamming into desks filled the room.

Today was Friday and while for most people that would be a relief, to me it was like a threat of death, because even with the last bell I had more class. The last class of the day, unfortunately, was training. I don't have super strength nor unnatural speed. It was hard for me to keep up and the bruises took months to heal unlike everyone else. I didn't understand why they wanted me to train but I'm pretty sure it was just to torture me.