His Warrior

Chapter 1

"Omega! Omega!"

I got up from my hand and knees from scrubbing the kitchen floor in the pack house as I heard the soon too be Alpha calling me at the top of his lungs.
Gosh what could he possibly want now. As I approached the kitchen door I could practically feel the fumes coming off of Damon as he bellowed at everyone to find out where I was at . "Yes Damon?" I said bowing to him, as Omega of the pack I have to bow to everyone and do their bidding much to my dislike but oh well.
He scowled and spat, "Its Alpha to you, you filthy Omega."
You wish, you're not alpha yet, I said to myself of course. I could get a lot of beatings if I had said that out loud. "Yes Alpha" I said and bowed my head with mock respect.
"Why didn't you do Tracy's laundry?!" He snarled.
I winced and defended myself by responding "I did it two days ago Alpha"
As the pack slut she obviously gets a lot of her clothes dirty, if you know what I mean.
"So do it again!" He bellowed. Before I could register it, the words flew out of my mouth, "What the hell?!"
He immediately spun around on his heel and slapped me straight across my left cheek and I flew to the ground successfully landing on my already bruised face from his last beating.

Shit! That hurt like a bitch!

He grabbed me up by my long, curly, black hair as his breath fanned my neck.
"Don't ever raise your voice or loose your respect for me wench.." He rasped coldly in my ear. Damn his breath smells like piss.
"Yes" I breathed. "Yes what Omega?"

"Yes Alpha"

"Good" and with that, he slammed me to the ground.... On my face...again....bastard.
I use my broken dignity and get up to take care of Dear Tracy's laundry.

This is how it's always been since dad and mom died. Oh yeah, in case you're wondering, not long after my dad died, my mother couldn't take it, she couldn't live with the pain of losing her soul mate so, she killed herself unfortunately.

I miss them a lot and think of them everyday, but I understand why she did it. Only pure pain and anguish is felt when someone looses their mate, some people either go completely insane or slowly die from all the pain and heart ache. My mom couldn't live with herself and couldn't take it, so..she did what she had too.
This happened when I was just eleven years old, imagine an eleven year old you had went through that....Yeah, it was torture.

Six years later and I'm seventeen, a beautiful seventeen might I add, although if I was fed regularly, I would be flawless. But beggers can't be choosers now can we? I have long raven colored hair that I got from my beautiful mom, pale skin, sky blue eyes and I guess I can say I'm average height. I've learnt to accept my fate for what it is now, although my father always told me, I was special and destined for great things. But.... Never mind..
Alpha Jackson decided not to kill me, he just kept me as a slave and a pretty punching bag. His son Damon, wouldn't have it any other way. We actually grew up together because my dad was his father's Beta. Yes I know. From Beta to Omega but I'm still alive so that counts I guess.

Damon and I were best friends up until my parents died then the beautiful eleven year old, green eyed boy changed. I guess he just changed after he saw how his dad treated me and thought it was right.