Omega

Prologue

A.N. - Forgive me for making another werewolf story. I know there must be thousands here in Wattpad. However, werewolves, wolves and dogs have fascinated me for a very long time. I’m a dog and wolf lover (not in the kinky kind you perv! Lol ). As a child, I’ve often daydreamed of becoming a mythical creature such as a werewolf. This is my second story. For now my first story in Wattpad, “I Remember” will have to be on hold until I explore several writing styles. Thanks for reading!

~ Bentobear

Prologue

Great, all the tables are full. I raised myself on my toes trying to see if I missed a vacant seat. Usually, I would have a table before everyone else but my bio teacher kept me in class for a good 30 minutes. Something about additional effort since I was absent several times in class. Pfft, not like I needed to. Last time I checked, I was getting A minuses in my quizzes.

For a werewolf in school, I was pretty doing well. And the extra project my bio teacher asked was about wolves. Easy peasy!

I passed by the goths table just giving them a side glance and scanned the rest of the room. There were nearly two dozen tables in the cafeteria. Each could sit about 10 people or so. Roughly 240 seats, in a school of nearly five hundred students. So yeah, get your seat early or be prepared to skulk in some corner alone. There was the school grounds but seriously, who would want to eat among cigarette butts, candy wrappers and other shit.

Cliques had one or two table each and none of them looked like they wanted me to sit with them. Annoying snobs. Damn, if I got here earlier, I would have been able to grab a table for my clique. The rejects. I snorted. It wasn’t most of the time that I got a table and I certainly didn’t talk with fellow rejects. We were like kids doing parallel play.

There were only two people in the whole darn school that mattered to me. Mikheala or Miki was in the art room finishing up her art project. Ray was sick. And here I was a lone wolf without my pack.

My musings were cut short when I realized where my feet had taken me. Mild panic ripped through my chest as I glanced around blinking like an idiot. Right in front of the jocks and cheerleaders table.

Crap! Rapidly turning around I smashed into a solid wall of muscle, spilling the contents of my tray and dumping me on my ass. Dammit, I stared at my food on the floor. Irritation turned into anxiety as I saw where my favorite chocolate drink rested. Right between a pair of black and yellow sneakers and a pair of muscular legs. I knew who they belonged to. Matthew Kirk Carters.

Slowly, I lifted up my gaze and found ice blue eyes staring intently down on me. His brows were furrowed and lips compressed into a tight line. I’m screwed. I moaned inwardly as boisterous laughter rippled through the canteen. Great, just great!

Kirk or Matthews to most people, was the quarterback in the campus. I know… no I knew him. I usually avoid him like plague. He's over 6 feet versus my 5’11 height. One look at him and you’ll know he belonged to the top clique in school. And he had the looks too. Kind of like a young Channing Tatum, only with ice blue eyes and blond hair in a buzz cut.

Suddenly that tight line curved slightly upwards. Kirk’s hand appeared in front of my face and I stared at it dumbly.

“I’m sorry about your lunch,” His blue eyes were now crinkled with mild amusement. “How about I share mine with you?”

Gasps were heard across room. He was inviting me? To eat his lunch? With him? Excitement bubbled in me. I had to quickly squash it.

After all, I was a nobody. Especially to him.

I warily grasped his hand and felt myself being pulled up. I’m no weakling but the embarrassment had zapped the strength out of my knees and suddenly I slammed into his chest and I grabbed the first thing my hands came into contact with.

“Dude such a klutz!” Somebody behind the wall of muscle laughed. I peeked and noticed his two henchmen behind him. Marco Rivera and Adrian Hanes. Two hulking gorrillas only a little bit attractive and had baths.

I heard more snickers as I realized my hands were clutching Kirk’s sides which I grabbed on instinct to balance myself. Dang, I must look like I was hugging him! I quickly let go and stepped back. “I ah, sorry about tha-“

SLAM!

I slipped on the spaghetti and meat balls on the floor. More laughter filled the air. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I dashed towards the exit, gulping air as I rested my back on the wall outside the cafeteria.

Carefully, I looked into the room via the round window on the cafeteria door. There was Kirk, who was now sitting down with his buddies. His bigger build stood out even among the football players. I sighed. I almost gave away myself there. I know I was staring already and looking like a stalker but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. As if sensing my gaze, Kirk slowly turned his head towards me. Icy eyes looked at me questioningly before they turned bright yellow.

I ducked away from sight. That’s the Alpha of the pack for you or rather the son of one. Heightened senses and a whole lot of other abilities. Alphas had to have those abilities, after all, they lead the pack and they had to be strong. Next to Alphas were the Betas as second in command with barely a difference in abilities and strength. Together, they lead werewolf packs. Kind of like president and vice president. In a supernatural kind of way.

The cafeteria door swung wide open hitting me with an awful smack. Out came the rich kids who laughed after seeing me doubled in pain on the floor.

A niggling thought reminded me that I could have certainly handled bullies, especially pansy assed rich kids. As a werewolf I would be able to do a lot of damage even if I was a runt. My eyes glazed as my instinct almost took over. Not in this day and age though. Humans possessed more than enough power to kill whole packs of werewolves. I also promised not to. My vision started clear and I saw the retreating backs of the rich kids. Pathetic.

I just sighed as I struggled to get up. Same old, same old.

“Endymioooon!”

I winced at someone calling me by my real name. I turned around and saw Miki running towards me. “Mikhealaaaa!” I mock screamed at her. So yeah, my real name was Endymion Smith. Asian mom, and Australian dad. Or rather, American-Asian mom and Australian – Irish dad. So I’m a mongrel of a human. Well, werewolf really. In case you were asking, my Mom was the werewolf.

“Shut up, don’t call me that!” She gave me an evil glare.

“And don’t call me Endymion too.” I just preferred to be called Damien. People kept twisting their tongue saying my name. I just laughed as I saw Miki’s face contorted dramatically in rage.

Miki wasn’t one to be angry for so long though. “Fine. Damien!” She suddenly smiled and throwing paint splattered arms in the air without care. “Lunch! I’m famished!” She screamed, again without care as a couple of sophomores glanced at her, walking a wide circle around us.

I gave them an angry leer with a slight dose of wolf rage that had them skipping into a run. They knew who Miki was. Gay, flamboyant and all. Except that Miki identified herself as a woman and dressed like one. I snapped my eyes back to Miki who suddenly painted a smile on her face.

You’d think we’d get used to this already.

Miki looked inside the canteen. “Ooh, too many people… wait there’s Matthew Kirk...” She looked at me curiously.

Sighing, I grabbed Miki’s hand not minding the fresh paint on it. “C’mon, to the cove.”

It was a special place for Miki, Ray and me. Miki, the transgender that even most gays didn’t want to associate with. Ray, problem child that sulked and got kicked out of the goths clique for being too dark even for them. And finally me, Damien. There was really nothing wrong about me. I just felt broken.

We were the outcasts of outcasts.

Especially me. I got kicked out by my own pack.

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A.N. Just a couple of edits that doesn't really change the whole story. Thanks for the vote!

~Bentobear