The Alpha's Omega.

Chapter 1: Mates

Marissa Fox P. O. V.

Keep to the shadows.

Don't speak.

Don't touch anyone.

Obey the rules.

Do not, ever, leave the basement, of the pack house.

Like that was ever going to happen.

I was an Omega, yes. But my parents were the Alpha and Luna of the Rising Sun pack.

I was always a disappointment to my father. I never did well enough. Ever since I was born. The only hope was to find my mate and elope. Ha! I make myself laugh. Like my mate would even want me.

I'm like 5"8. I'm skinny, and have a nice, real, tan. My hair is long, and blonde with brown here and there.

I walked towards the door when someone pulled on my hand. I looked behind me and down at the little girl.

"Marissa," the girl said, "can you bring me back some chocolate?"

"Oh hey, Emily," I said, "sure. I'll get you some chocolate. Anything else?"

"No, thank you." She said politely.

"I'll be right back." I whispered careful not to wake anyone up.

I crept up the stairs careful no to step on the stairs that creaked. I had done this every night since I was twelve. That was the year Samantha, my caretaker, was killed.

I snuck into the kitchen and opened the cabinet grabbing a whole box of chocolate, walking over to the fridge I grab a case of Dr. Pepper, and sneak back downstairs.

"Emily, I have your chocolate and brought some cold Dr. Pepper." I whispered.

"Just set it on the table." She whispered back.

I set the chocolate on the table along with the Dr.Pepper, grabbing a Dr. Pepper for myself and walking back into my room.

My room was small, it had no windows. The only source of light was a yellow bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling.

My walls were white, and photos of my mother and me in black frames decorated them.

I sat on my twin sized bed and opened my Dr. Pepper. Taking a sip I decided to get in the shower. Standing I placed my pop on my bedside table and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a pink tank top and some fuzzy white pajama pants with cupcakes on them.

Walking into the bathroom I grabbed a towel and turned the shower on.

The next morning I wake up to my loud ass alarm clock.

'EERR EEERRR EEEERRRR' It screeches.

I groan, sitting up straight. I think it's funny how people wake up in the commercials and look absolutely perfect. Because when I catch glimpse of myself in the mirror I look totally opposite.

Shutting off my alarm I get out of bed, my muscles screaming in protest.

"Morning," a deep voice comes from my doorway. In the same second a smell of pine trees and vanilla hits my nose.

'MATE' my wolf screams.

Oh no this can't be happening to me! Not when I look like this! I think to myself.

Without thinking I run straight to my bathroom and lock the door behind me.

'Unlock the door bitch! I want our mate!' My wolf growls.

I push my wolf to the back of my mind, and walk over to the sink and begin to untangle my hair.

About an hour later my hair was perfect, my teeth minty fresh, and my legs and underarms perfectly shaved. Unlocking the door I peek my head through the crack. Empty.

My heart sunk a little at that, but I knew it was just my wolf.

Opening the door further I walk into my bedroom and make a beeline towards my closet.

I dress in a purple crop top and white short shorts (not to be confused with booty shorts, these are a little longer.) Pulling on my black flats I walk out of my closet, and to my door. Hesitating with the handle.

Did I really see my mate? I wondered.

'Yes, now hurry up and find him. Follow his sent.'

'But my father...'

'He won't mind when he finds out who our mate is.'

'Who is our mate?'

No reply.

'Thanks,' I thought back to my wolf.

I took the handle in my hands and turned it, successfully opening it.

Taking a deep breath I walked through the door and followed the heavenly sent.

Mmmm. Vanilla and pine.

'I will find you mate.'

I walked silently down the hallway and up the stairs that led to the first floor of the pack house. I quickly opened the door and made my way through it.

'He is on the top floor,' my wolf stated.

The top floor is only for Alphas and their mates. Lunas.

'Oh no, not an Alpha! He will reject me!'

'No he won't now MOVE IT!' my wolf growled.

I sighed and began to move up the stairs.

"MATE." A deep voice sounded behind me.

Turning, my wolf yelped with glee at the sight of our mate.

"Hey, um...yep, I guess that would be me," I mumbled, "yeah, so I will just be going now."

A low growl escaped his full lips, and he grabbed me around the waist with his very, sexy, muscular, arm.

"No," he growled, I could feel his wolf surfacing, "you left me earlier today and I am not having it. You are mine. You will not leave me. Ever. Again."

A whimper escaped me. I don't know if it was me or my wolf, but I was definitely scared that my father would find me. That he would, I don't know, beat me. Or worse, my mate.

"Yes, Alpha." I murmured almost silently, but knew he would hear me.

"Alpha?"

"Yes, um Alpha," I said, wondering what he was going to say next.

"Call me Jacob, I am your mate after all."

"Yes, alp- Jacob," I can't corrected myself.

Jacob picked me up and carried me up the stairs bridal style.

"I can walk you know," I said, my words almost a growl.

It happens sometimes, I have natural Alpha blood inside of me, but both of my parents mothers were Omegas so the sides conflicted sometimes. Thus, making me switch from Alpha mode to Omega mode within seconds.

Jacob simply smirked at my sudden burst of confidence, causing a low growl from me. Jacob grinned and a chuckle shook his very, large and muscular frame.

Nothing could stop the inappropriate thoughts that now clouded my brain.