Shut Eye (boyxboy)

|1| Better beds

"You should've got a better bed, better for your head, better heads need shut eye."

My mother told me there were these kind of wolves in the supernatural realm. They were the strongest and most deadliest wolves in the werewolf community. Mother said they were a new breed of rogues. They were like a mix of witch and werewolf. They were able to summon an army of wolves from the shadows. Alphas all over the world tried to capture these wolves. But wolves like them were very rare. It was like looking for one happy face in a thousand sad faces. And whenever they would appear, the packs they attacked were demolished. No one was left. No one survived. Mother said those wolves first attacked the pack that betrayed them. It was either someone in their pack rejected them as their mate and they lost all control in a haze of fury, or it was that they've had enough of the pain and slowly turned insane. You could tell what they were because it was like their eyes were censored with a black marker and they were very thin from forgetting to eat for days, months, that their ribcage showed.

I was the omega of the pack. The little runt. I was called many names and was beaten by my pack mates who were supposed to protect me because omegas were of value. Well, they did when my mother was still alive. When she died by a rogue attack, I was immediately shunned and treated like a slave. The days passed as I kept wondering how long it would take. How long it would take for me to lose my mind. To lose my patience from all of the pain. To turn into one of those wolves. I haven't met my mate yet. I was only 17. In three days, I would turn 18. But tomorrow, the alpha of my pack, Corey Judas, would turn 18. He would find his mate and he would take his place as alpha. So I had to prepare his birthday party all by myself.

It wasn't like Corey was going to be a good alpha. He was the main wolf who would beat me everyday along with his colleagues. It would be just as right to have the slut of the pack as the luna and his mate. They would be perfect together. I just knew my mate would never come for me. He'd just reject me. But it wouldn't be bad to dream he wouldn't. But then I am reminded everyday every time I wake up on my bed that dream wouldn't come true. I had to wake up from that dream that seemed too good to be true. I had to stop dreaming and grow up. Dreaming isn't for omegas like me. Not in this pack.

Once I had finished my duties in preparing the party, I had gotten a beating. Punches and kicks, pulling of my hair and slamming my face against the tiled floor. They threatened me not to show my face during the party if I didn't want to die. I wouldn't even attend the party even if I was required to. I was then forced to clean the blood I bled, then I limped down into the basement. I washed myself and added more scars to my arms. The pain from the sharpness of the blade numb. The water turned red as they flowed down the drain. I cleaned my wounds and dried them softly, not having bandages to wrap them with. I then go to the corner of the basement where a thin ragged mattress laid. It looked no more than a blanket on the ground. But it was all I had and I had no right to complain. I curled up on the thin old mattress and hugged my body to keep myself warm from the biting cold of Nome, Alaska. I close my eyes and ignored the cold, sleeping to the sound of my wolf panting and choking on his blood.