The Omega has a Powerful Mate

Chapter 1: Teenage Mess

Eric's p.o.v

'My life fucking sucks,' I thought glumly, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror with disdain. Tears pooling in my eyes but never falling. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I internally screamed.

'You know, when we find our mate life will get better Er,' My wolf, Bane, piped up.

I know he was trying to comfort me, but the torment just will never let up. I do everything for everyone in this ungrateful pack! And for what? Scraps and torture?

I looked over at the picture sitting on the back of my toilet. It will never change and I can only wish to go back to such a peaceful time.

My mother's beautiful face showed the happiness she felt at that time, smiling so brightly into the camera lens. Her long strawberry blonde hair was pulled up into a bun and she was holding onto a three-year-old me like she never wanted to let me go.

I began to feel my unshed tears start to leak.

'I miss her. So much,' I spoke softly to Bane. He understands. She was our mom. He whimpered but said nothing in response.

I had brought him down, as usual.

I feel horrible for how often I wallow in my own misery. It takes a toll on the only one who cares about me. I just can't help it.

My father left my mother for another woman when I was five. I was only five years old when my life began to go to shit.

My mother turned into a shell of a person and has never been the same. As a child, I didn't understand the changes that would transpire because of that asshole. He left my mother, his mate, for a barista. He packed up all of his stuff and just whisked this new woman off to New York. And the only reason I knew that is because my mother basically blew my eardrums out when she was informed of his whereabouts.

A loud bang came from the living room, startling me out of my self-brooding.

I tore my gaze away from the photo and walked over to my bed as quietly as I could. Bane was silent within my head as I slipped into my bed, instantly pulling the covers over my body as if they could protect me.

'Do you think she will come in here today?' Bane whispered. He may be in my mind but he knows I need to concentrate on the disturbing noises. Before I could even answer him the door burst open, and the sheets covering me were ripped out of my hands violently. I flinched back as my coked-out mother hit the bed with a scarily familiar blood-stained whip.

I held back a whimper remembering my last encounter with my mom's favorite "toy".

"You stupid child! I asked you to have the fridge stocked up with my drinks when I got back. Where the fuck are they?" Shelly growled out through her teeth. A flash of fear rushed through my body before I willed myself to become numb.

'I can do this, I have to live. For you,' I chanted in my head, over and over again, as my birth giver hovered over my quivering frame.

My eyes closed automatically when she lunged at me.

This was her favorite method of punishing me, and I was just sad that I was wearing a shirt at this very moment. She has ruined plenty of my clothes by whipping me spontaneously. Sometimes, when she's sluggish, I get a warning so I can preserve something.

"I hate you!" she yelled out as she brought the whip down on my barely healed body repeatedly.

I said nothing as I tried to picture myself in a happy place. It never worked the way I wanted it to, but it helped me control my reactions. I will not satisfy this vial woman with my pain.

Bane had already hidden deep within my mind. Even though I was a werewolf, the beatings I receive on a daily basis make me defenseless. I want to protect myself, I just can't.

I'm pathetic.

"You will go to the store, and get me my fucking shit right now, or you will regret it."

That's it?

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to see Shelly's retreating form leave my room. I heaved a breath of relief that only caused me more pain. I stretched out a bit, hissing as my fresh wounds snagged the torn fabric of my once decent clothes. Standing up as quickly as I could, I thanked the Moon Goddess that I was a naturally fast healer.

'If only I was allowed more food,' I thought sadly as I peeled my ruined crewneck off. I'm glad that I can easily steal clothes from the people at the packhouse though.

We werewolves tend to go through a lot of clothes in general.

'Hey, Er. Goddess I wish we could get out of here,' Bane said to me as he came back to his senses.

'Me too, but you know we can't. I just need a break. I do so much and it's taking its toll on both of us. And the fact that I push myself, so hard, to work out when I haven't had a proper meal in years is not good for the body. Especially a werewolf body.' I replied back only to get a huff from Bane. Wow. 'Damn I'm just being real. I wish we could get out dude, but right now, I just can't. No matter how bad I want to.'

He knew I was right. I'm always right. No matter how many times I bring myself to hope for a mate and a better life, reality bites me in the ass. Hard.

Plus who could ever want me? A weak omega born to the strongest pack in Northern America.

I knew I needed to get going if I wanted to make it back in a timely manner. I don't want to upset Shelly more if I don't have to. I looked down to access the damage hoping I would be okay to leave.

Noticing my wounds had crusted over, I threw on a large hoodie as quickly as I could.

Snatching up my wallet, I left my room, not forgetting to shut the door behind me. I walked down the bare hallway of my house, grateful to hear Shelly passed out in her room.

Stepping out into the fall weather, I pulled my hood on and started making my way to the liquor store.