Blind Omega

Living as an omega

I remember the day I became an omega. Most people don't, but I do. I was born rogue, I never had belonged to any pack, I still didn't. I hadn't pledged my loyalty to the alpha, I just pretended to be part of the pack.

The day I was made omega was the day I lost nearly everything. Me, my parents and my brother spent most of our time in wolf form. We were special, our family, we were born wolves, our parents gave birth to me in wolf form, my brother in human, we both shifted at the age of three. I was happy, I don't remember the pain of the first shift. 

The day I became omega was the day we were attacked by rogues. Yes rogues attacked by rogues. But this was an organised group of rogues, almost like a pack but less happy. They were bribed, with promises of wealth, land, money and most of all the promise of revenge.

Our parents were very strong rogues and the queen of the rogues, Lyli, wanted them or more our dad. She was conviced she was his mate, even though our mum was his mate and he had claimed her and everything. But then who wouldn't want my dad, he was extremely handsome, standing at 6 ft 6 with his shoulder length black hair and ice blue eyes. He went perfectly with my mum, 5 ft 9, long slightly curly red hair and warm green eyes. My older brother, Jack, was the spitting image of my dad a few more years and they would look like twins. But all that is gone now, these are just memories, our dad refused Lyli's offer, thinking she would leave them alone. She didn't. She killed my family, she killed my sight, that was the day I lost my family, my sight and my freedom.

I wondered the woods as human for days before finally arriving at a pack house, I'd never been to a pack house before. They considered turning me away, but decided that they needed more slaves, oh sorry, I mean helping hands, around the house.

I beleived them, what can I say, I was young and gullible, I still am, young, I mean, not gullible. So they made me an omega, with about twenty other who treated me like trash. 

The omegas were ranked, if you like, there was Dean, the alpha of the omegas, Kyle, the beta and then there were the rest. I was the lowest, the omega of the omegas if you prefer.

Now, I'm still the lowest of the low, not that I care, it's life. I could probably run away, but that'd make me a coward. I hate being called a coward. 

I stretch and yawn, my thinking session over. It was four o'clock, I groaned, I was late, I was supposed to get breakfast ready 15 minutes ago. You've got loads of time you think. Well, no. Not when you have to make breakfast for a hundred grumpy people, not to mention, one wants bacon, the other wants toast, another wants celery (don't ask)... 

I practilly leapt out of bed when I heard Dean yelling at everyone to wake up or else !! 

I grabbed by sweatpants and hoodie put them on over my PJs and rushed downstairs to start making breakfast. By six o'clock I had finished, I sighed in releif, it was Sunday, so everyone was drunk and passed out. I sighed again, this time in annoyance, thinking of all the things that I would have to clean up. 

I trudged back to my cellar/bedroom and grabbed myworking out gear, I then ran out to the forest and beagn training, on my own just like I like it