Amelia pov:
My morning always starts with preparing breakfast with about 12 other omegas in the pack house. Having to feed over a hundred pack members, plus the pups is a task in itself.
As breakfast was finished and just about ready to be served, 4 omegas and I begin to clean up and prep for lunch. Luckily today I do not have to serve the meals. That is a task for some of my fellow omegas.
From meals, laundry and house cleaning you can imagine there is little to no time for me to enjoy life. Not that I ever really have. I have never been out of the blood moon territory, let alone rarely aloud outside the pack house.
With Alpha Chad choosing me for his breeding group that Meant I'm not allowed to go far. For him to force a she wolf to breed a pup is horrible and something I have feared since alpha Chad started noticing me a few years back. Since the moment alpha Chad picked me, the male wolves were not allowed to rape me or any of his chosen breeders. A virgin omega is the only way to have as a breeder.
As is the old ways.
As I finish my lunch prep, The next group of omegas come quietly walking by for their turn of kitchen duty. Most bruised and whimpering from some males rath. I looked to them with pity and sadness. A look we are all too familiar with.
Being an omega in this pack meant you were the lowest form of wolf. Only here to serve the male wolves and she wolves of higher-ranking members. I have heard from others that not all packs live this way but a few still do.
As I attempt to walk back to my room so I can try and eat a bit of food I stashed away last night, I can't help but feel like I am being watched. My room is deep in the cells and is a long walk to make without being noticed. my wolf feels a presence before I do but refuses to come out of hiding a majority of the time.
Midnight is her name, and she is my dearest thing I have in this life. As stubborn as she's been lately, I couldn't imagine being in this world without her. She is all I have.
Both my parents I had never known. when I asked in the past I would just get hit and put to work twice as hard. I found it best to not ask questions.
As I nearly made it to the four closed walls, I called a room when I smelt him.
alpha Chad.
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Breeders of the blood moon pack.
Werewolfvile and cruel, alpha Chad of the blood moon pack lives life by the old ways. Being superior to she wolfs and using chosen omegas to breed his pups. once they are born, killing off the omegas. Alpha chad has a few omega she wolfs in mind for his bre...
