"Taste like peaches"

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                    Dawn Addison

I grew up with my grandmother, my parents died at a young age for unknown reasons. I had to survive anyway I could after my grandmother's death. I ended up all alone by the age of sixteen, because of this trouble seemed to follow everywhere I went.

I was a magnet for misfortune.

Ever since my youth I knew I was different when I hit the age of seventeen my fangs came in. They were larger than any another alpha I've met before. Most of the time people around me described my personality as overwhelming.

My grandmother told me I was a prime alpha and informed me that my father was also one. I always enjoyed reading ancient books on what primes were and what we possessed that others didn't.

I eventually became accustomed to all the stares and smells. I knew if I ever found my mate that would be the only one I could ever mate until the day I die.

Me as a prime alpha can only mate to a prime omega. Our bond is so strong, the mood goddess herself pairs us together. No ordinary human can break this strong bond. That being said there had been records of witchcraft being used to manipulate these bonds through the use of spells.

If I ever got rejected by my fated mate I could die of heartbreak and lose my connection with my wolf. There's not much known what happens after the mate is rejected.

Just the thought sends a cold shiver through me. I opened my eyes. It was a dream looking back on my memories and freedom. I laid in my cell days turned into months, months turned into years.

I got up pulling down my jumpsuit to my waist and tying  it with the sleeves. I pulled my undershirt up over my head as the cold wind hit my skin causing it to crawl. I moved around in this cramped cell positioning myself.

I lifted myself up using the bed frame using it as a pull up bar. Ever since I could remember I've always relieved myself through physical activity. I loved boxing I used to participate in illegal boxing matches as a main starter.

You could say I was famous when it came to underground boxing matches. Never lost a match in my life, that sport fed me and my best friend through rough times.

I adjusted my position after fifty pull-ups, I placed my palms against the cold concrete. I pushed myself down and up. I've never showed signs of interest in an omega their smell alone caused me get irritated.

I hated that they all smelled the same sweet and overwhelming floral. I finished doing push-ups and stood up as sweat dripped down my face. The strong smell filled my cell as I panted.

I reached over my bed looking for a cloth that I had ripped from a previous incident I had with an inmate. I found it and wrapped it around my knuckles.

I took a deep breath and looked at the concrete wall in front of me imagining my boxing opponent. I closed my eyes as I moved according to my simulation. My knuckles smashed at the wall creating large cracks and loud noises.

As my stamina decreased after a few hits,
I stopped and opened my eyes a sour taste filling my mouth. My cell door opened as I adjusted my jumpsuit returning it to its original state. I walked out as guards placed shackles around my wrists and ankles.

One guard on each side of my body their iron grips surrounding my upper arm keeping me restrained.

In this jail, placement was based on rank. Didn't matter if you were male or female; you were either an alpha or omega. Omegas were kept far away from the alpha's in a whole other facility.

Beta's were exclusively used as guards for there lack of smell to pheromones. As we made our way towards the cafeteria they uncuffed me. I walked in as I examined my wrist.