Alpha’s Omega:
Chapter 1:
Note: This is my first werewolf story! Sorry if it stinks and sorry if this chapter is slow. The next few chapters will get to the better stuff but I guess in reality you gotta start somewhere and if I started with the juicy-stuff it wouldn't make sense.
My stomach growled in anticipation as I heard Manning’s steps up the stairs. Nostrils flaring, mouth ajar and senses on full alert not only I but my wolf was ready for the meal that I was about to eat. Meatloaf and mashpotatoes. My favorite. The brown door covered with posters and pictures is lightly pushed open and my senses confirmed what my mind already knew was there.
“Thank you so much” I relinquish, not focused on my best friend Manning but the half slice of meatloaf and few bites of mashed potatoes in front of me.
“Not a problem, Charlie!” He murmed – or at least I think. With the plate in my hands I wolfed down the meal in front of me, not concerned with the boy in front of me. The meatloaf was a bit cold, but I expected that. I chewed carefully, letting each and every bite of the juicy meat be absorbed. Now onto the mashed potatoes, which there was barely any of but eh who is complaining?
As I am opening my mouth to let the mountain of mashed potatoes in a smelt something funny. My eyes started to water, my body had the natural inclination to vomit all that I had eaten.
“What is in this” I growl.
“Uh” Manning stutters, “I am not sure”
“Really?” I glare him questioningly. “Eat it then.” I point my spoon towards him.
“They put peanut butter in it. Aaron made me.” Manning said, letting out air that I don’t think he knew he held. I sighed, this was typical.
Being the omega of the pack, I was used to this. Most packs surrounding my little town of Appleton, Wisconsin had gotten rid of any ranks below just an average pack member but my pack was obviously different. A pack filled with men and woman who needed a scapegoat, someone to beat up on, it just makes sense that they would want someone like me.
Oddly enough, put on the doorstep of my Alpha’s house at 2 months, they wanted nothing to do with me except name me the Omega, lowest ranking wolf. I never understood why I was different than everybody else. At age six I was beating by a pack member in a drunken rage, blaming me for the death of his son. Age 7 I was told never to eat dinner with the pack because my presence scares the children. Such tragic events in my childhood have formed me into a tough girl, so pushing my mashed potatoes away from me was easy.
The cushion on my bed sagged while Manning sat on it, “Look I am sorry” He whispered. I nodded, wanting to drop the conversation.
I was used to this, cruelty was one of the first emotions I have ever received and was over being upset by the hierarchy that had placed me in such a sad world.
So, now do you want the honest truth? I hate it. I hate it all. I hate being the omega, I hate being the pack’s punching bag and mostly I hate being myself. I fight back tears as the harassing words from pack members are spat at me. One day, I want to die at the hand of one of the members foolishness and see how they feel. I want to make every single one of them feel the way I have felt for the past seventeen years of my life.
“At least you are turning 18 next week, then you can leave and find your mate” Manning broke the silence and my train of thoughts.
I formed a smile, a real smile, because I knew it was true.
“Yes, I will be outta here after my ceremony” I grinned foolishly. Every pack member, not matter where from, must go through the full initiation which is also where they potentially meet their mate. No matter wether an Omega or an Alpha, the ceremony to the full “wolf world” must happen.
A quick grin was painted on Manning’s face. “What’s wrong” I huffed.
“I just um, I, uh” His line of words stopped. Manning leaned over the creaking bed, his lips coming towards mine.
My wolf told me too pull away but something kept me from moving. His lips pressed gently on mine, his mouth and mine connecting like puzzle pieces.
The kisses deepened and by the way things were going, the way his touch was addictive I knew it probably wouldn’t stop. But I knew it had too, my mate was out there somewhere, and I have waited my whole life for him, so I had to stop. I pushed Manning away, his face painted with confused.
“I have a mate, out there, somewhere” I barely mumbled.
“Yes, and what is going to happen is he is one of those people that have been treating you like shit? Huh? What are you going to do then? Will things change after that? No. Charlie, look at yourself. I am the only one who has cared for you. I am the only one who has ever given you the time of day.” He finished.
Tears filled my eyes. Why hadn’t I thought of that??
“I am sorry Manning.” I said, trying not to let any tears escape from my eyes.
“I have to go.”
And with that Manning stood up and walked out of the room.
Leaving me with nothing but myself, I pulled out my favorite object. Most people judge me because its bad or whatever but truly it is the only thing that has ever gotten me through the nights and days.
I lit the rolled cigarette filled with weed and took a long and deep breathe, holding the burning sensation in my throat until I couldn’t anymore. After a few puffs, I started feeling light, like nothing could hold me back. My body started tingling, my problems leaked out of me replacing the acts of hatred I endured throughout the day with a ‘chillness’ that made me numb to problems.
I know the pack members could smell it, and I know soon in maybe about 20 minutes there will be an angry Alpha at my door but right now I am embracing how I feel.
I let the cool feeling rush through my body, problems drip out of my body and thought of nice things. My future mate. My birthday. Leaving this place. Nice things. Or at least, I hope so.
Caught in a bliss the door knocked or should I call it pounded open and there was an angry alpha standing in front of me.
“Is that marijuana I smell?” He seethed.
“Nah man, someone is just cutting their grass”
