|-Bound-| [Alpha bakugou x Omega reader] [Omegaverse AU]

{1. Under the moonlight}

It was another cold dark night, with the sound of the wind whistling, through out the shadows. The curtains swayed back and forth each time the wind blew, causing drafts, of swift cold winds to seep into the small dimly lit room. The moons Radiant and white-silver glow shined down into the room, causing the shadows to cast away in the corners.

You were sitting in one of the far dark corners, watching as the moonlight in your room, memorizing the way it grazed the floor and wall. Your body was numb and frozen from the harsh cold, and the only thing keeping you warm was a small thin blanket that had rips, and tears in the fabric.

Your (E/c) eyes held a no emotion as you stare out the window down, being filled with a dullness that looked like it would never fade away. As another draft of wind flew in, your body tensed up and trembled, as you force your eyes shut, trying to not think about the pain or the cold engulfing your whole body and the room you were in.

You wanted to fall asleep so that way you couldn't feel the cold, or the aching pain around your small scrawny figure. But no matter how long you close your eyes shut, or how much you tried to do small childish methods to fall asleep, like counting sheep.

It never works . . .

It could be worse though, you thought. You could be being beat up and abused by your own pack as if now, or being forced to do all the chores for the hippocrates, because they can't do it themselves. Sometimes you found it funny, how they didn't do anything around the pack house, and the fact that none of them could cook, atlest from your minimum knowledge. The thought made you laugh to yourself, almost making you smile but your lips still stayed in a small frown.

While sitting frozen still in the corner, you allow your thoughts to entertain you. But most of the times they backfire, and only make you more depressed. Sometimes you think about if you weren't born an omega, or hell...

Even born at all...

It was a thought that always somehow slipped into you mind whenever you were in a quite place. Though you already knew you couldn't just change your rank, the only way to do so is die, and hope to be an beta in your next life. You never actually tried to harm yourself, though it always crossed your mind. Multiple questions of what if? Or, should I? Was always apart of the thought.

Even if you wanted to do something like that, you most likely wouldn't be able to. Even if your pack despises, and throws you away like a piece of crumbled up trash to just lie there on the street, they wouldn't let you get the freedom of release. Release from the consent pain, and abuse. And to able to run thought the soft medows of the fields in the forest freely. And to feel the soft graze graze your feet and the war.th of the morning sun. And not chained up, and trapped like a wild animal, that's only purpose, is to please others.

Now that you think about it, you never had the luxury to even touch the outside world ever since your mother gave you up to the alpha to live in the pack house as some maid. Even before she gave you up, you never were able to go outside and play with the other pups who got to run around, and play around the forest. You wondered why you were just thinking about this now, and not many ways, weeks, months, hell even years earlier. Maybe you truly are starting to falter, or maybe it's because your starting to think about the things you want to happen.

You closed your eyes and shock your head to get rid of the circling thoughts, and opened your eyes again. Though when you did, your (E/c) irises caught a small warn down drawer in the the other far corner of the room.  It was a light brown, more of a bage color, with two small circler handles for two of the drawers. The paint was peaking off, and the bottom of it was stained with dirt, and water , that started to have mold grow in the bottom, due to the fact that there was a leak in your room.