Alpha Omega

Figuring it out

After my outburst, the Princes have been... stand-offish. They sweet talk me into giving them a chance, then go straight back into royal mode! I've been stuck in this room for most of the morning. In that time, I've met my mates, hated them instantly, been talked into not hating them, gotten dressed into the prettiest white blouse and designer jeans I've ever worn, met with a doctor, been locked back into the room to 'rest' and learned to hate my mates again. 

I've always been an early riser. Not by choice, believe me. When I was younger I use to throw a tantrum every morning because I wanted to stay in bed and almost everyone would give it a shot to try to coax me out of bed until either Maven literally carried me out and threw me into the shower (Clothes and all) or Alex threw a bucket of water onto me (Ice, clothes, bed and all). But, over time, I guess you learn to live with it. By now, I'd have finished cleaning the weapons  and sports equipment that were used yesterday, cleaned and packed all the chairs and dishes and tables from the little gathering from yesterday and would be in the kitchen helping Janet keep up with all the cooking and dishes and orders coming in from not only the pack but the guests who came for the meeting. 

I pray Janet is ok. I know by now the boys will be going crazy with worry. Hopefully, they know I didn't die and, by now, Maven has told Wyatt and Alex what happened and Alex is concocting a crazy plan to rescue me from my mates! 

Speaking of my mates, well, how about it! The Princes! After our little chat, I threw out a few more obscenities and they basically threw these clothes at me, called the doctor then left to 'train'. 

Honestly, I have no idea what happens now. Am I going to get executed for my 'assassination' attempt or even punished for calling the Alpha King out on balding? Do I go off and marry the Princes and graduate from Omega to 'barefoot, pregnant Princess' at eighteen? 

After much consideration on what my future holds, I finally decide on changing my shirt. I usually wear jeans, more for practicality than fashion. After all, denim is pretty tough. However, these are so tight that I don't even have pockets and if I bend over my ass crack is going to be flashing everyone. However, the jeans aren't nearly as bad as the damn shirt. I can safely say that I don't own anything white, except one of my bras. White clothing gives me anxiety, as if I'm just asking for Jude and Fang to come hug me while covered in mud. No thanks. I wander over to the door on the wall beside the bedroom door. Inside, I'm not even surprised when I find a walk-in wardrobe. It's massive inside, in a box shape instead of a corridor shape like the ones I've seen on t.v. Each wall is identical and covered with racks, shelves, and drawers and even a white, round thing, like a couch with no back, situated in the middle. It actually looks sort of empty with the empty shelves and racks scattered around, however, there are still enough clothes in here to dress half the Omega boys. Wandering inside, I take in the dress shirts and fancy, polished leather shoes and tuxedoes. Who seriously needs that many Tux's? Not to mention it's the most colorful fancy-dress men's' clothes I've ever seen. Some of the jackets and vests are red and there is even a gold one, while there are silvery shoes and ties. Red, black, silver, gold. I don't need to think too hard to figure out who would have Royal and Zeta colors dominating their wardrobe. On my right, there is more personality showing. Leather jackets and hoodies, regular t-shirts, jeans, Nike sneakers and Combat boots. I spin to slop onto the white ottoman thingy, but my thoughts on how comfy it is are quickly overshadowed by the shelves and racks on either side of the door that I didn't notice before. Shelves aligned to the right of the door house weapons of every sort from a medieval-looking sword to an M16 rifle and, next to them, a Zeta uniform and training uniform just casually hanging on a coat-hanger like it isn't the symbol for an ultimate killing machine. I can't believe I walked right past them without even noticing the deadly weapons standing guard beside the entrance to the royal wardrobe. The far wall houses an identical uniform beside an idenitcal door which is framed by identical shelves filled with an identical arsonal at the ready.