The Omega

chapter 8

Chapter 8

Beti POV

1 week..... I'm still in pain
2 weeks..... I still feel worthless
3 weeks..... I look like a ghost
4 weeks..... I haven't slept well
5 weeks..... I want it over
6 weeks..... I'm still alive......

......barely

They tell me that I'm special, saying that I'm a pure wolf. That because of that my chances of surviving are higher. But I don't want that. I want to die already.

My body feels worst then ever before, everyday something else happens. Wither it be an irregular heart beat, my appendix rupturing, or the invisible fire that feels like it's dancing across my skin.

My mental state hasn't held up much better. I've had dreams every night of Alpha king dying, ever night a new gruesome way, and ever morning waking up to my tear stained cheaks and blood shot eyes. During the day people do try to have me make conversation, but my head feels like is shrunk 3 sizes causeing a near constant headache.

So I sit every day in Alphas dark room waiting. Waiting for death. Alphas parents have already planned there sons funeral, and have been worried that they may have to plan another. Alphas mom comes up every morning with a tray of food, but if I try to eat it my body rejects it not long after. The only way I have been getting substance is an IV, but even then not much of that because my body will start to reject it as well.

The pack has tried so hard to make me happy. From having the warriors come up and talk to me, to showing me pictures of the kids I was working with in the daycare. None of it works. All my being can seem to do is push it's self towards death. And I'm embracing it with open arms.

*knock*

*knock*

The door slowly opens and Alphas mom comes in giving me a light smile.

"hi," she says softly knowing that loud noise really set off my headache even more. "How are you feeling?" she asks sitting down next to me. And give her the answer I give everyday.

"worse then yesterday." I croak out. She sighs hoping that I would have said something different.

"well, I have some news." she says and I shift my eyes to look at her. "I got a call from Mark. They're coming home." I redirect my gaze to the celling. "listen, we've held a pack meeting, and decided that after Mark comes home, we will stop all the measures we've been doing to keep you alive. We'll let you die in peace." she says wiping a tear from her eye. "you know 7 weeks ago I not only had my son, but I had a new daughter too. Now they're both gone." she says quitely before leaving the room.

I continue to lay there in bed with an odd calm sensation. Maybe finally knowing the pain is ending gives me peace.

Throw out the next day Alphas parents keep coming in to talk about my funeral. My favourite flowers, who from my old pack should come, do I want to be cremated or buried, what colour should be the theme, so on and so forth. To most people planning your own funeral might seem weird, but it's an release. Having the knowledge that I'm going to be free, free from this world, and free from the both mental and physical pain.

The door creaks open, and Alphas mom comes into the room. She has a sad look in her eyes. "it's time." she says a glassy look starting to come into her eyes. I just nod. She comes over to me and helps me out of bed. Alphas dad walks in just in time to help me walk down stairs. Once we are downstairs they take me outside, where a lot of the pack was standing around the driveway. Some are dressed in black other just in normal clothes. I hear the car turn into the driveway, and soon as I see it I hang my head. My heart feels like it's breaking even more if that's possible. I try my best to carry my own weight, but I haven't stood by myself since the incident. The car parks, a door opens and there was a collective gasp. The crowed bursts out in cheers. I look up confused, but then my eyes attach themselves to the bright emerald ones of the Alpha kings. His face quickly turns from happy to worried, he runs over to me quickly picking me up out of his parents arms.