An Omega

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Erick Shaw's POV

I spat the blood out of my mouth. The familiar metallic taste overwhelms my taste buds causing me to scrunch my face. The dizziness I felt was like I had crashed into a bloody car.

In front of me, stood a 6'2 foot guy that had a muscular body, short blond hair, blue eyes and with the strength of a freaking bull. A bull seriously- I'm not joking. The dude smiled sinisterly.

"Is that really the best that you can do, Josh?" I taunted him.

He wanted this.

This was by no means a random meet up. It was a deal made between Josh and me. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I have to be here sharp at 11:30pm or he'll make a mess out of my life. Literally.

I took the first choice willingly and look at where we were all now. Everyone was happy.

"An Omega like you, doesn't have the right to even talk to me, mutt" he pulled me up by my collar. Josh punched me to my stomach one more time before throwing me at a tree.

"Fucking piece ass shit Omega" he walked away from the place like nothing happened.

"Asshole" I muttered under my breath.

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"Erick Shaw! Where in the world were you?" my mom's voice boomed behind me. The plan to sneak back in silently through the backdoor didn't work apparently.

I turned around having to show her my messed up form.

"What in the- who did that to you?" she pointed at my muddy and bloodied form.

Shaking my head I smiled at her. "I'm fine now mom, don't worry about me okay?" I said in a hurry before leaving for my room upstairs.

A good shower was all it took to calm my body. Being used as a punching bag doesn't seem so bad... well some time. A long time ago in the werewolf history- Omegas were treated as such, the lowest of the lowest to do all the petty work and were slaved. They can't say no to those above them.

In my part, I understood what it meant to be an Omega. Maybe it was how it's supposed to be. That was why I didn't really mind that Josh treated me like a trash.

If I had the chance or was stronger, I would have knock Josh out of his stupid mind. Maybe lock him up in an underground basement and leave him to rot there. But I'm not someone else. I am Erick Shaw, an Omega.

Ah, such is life.

Jumping on my bed, the soft feels of the bed was heaven in my opinion.

Turning around I smiled looking at the time on the clock wall. "Happy birthday Erick. 17 and ready to have a mate any time now. I hope my mate changes my life" and slowly drifted to sleep.

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"Son, your mom told me what happened last night. Who did it? I can straightaway report it to the Alpha. There is no use keeping quiet about it. The one who did that to you must be punish" my dad grumbled.