Not Just an Omega

Flashbacks

Chapter 8

   When you fall unconscious, you might dream. You might have flashbacks, visions, or nightmares. Or it may pass like the snap of your fingers. And you wake up in the same bed you woke up the first time you've been kidnapped.

   And hopefully it wasn't the last one for anyone.

   But if you do wake up in the same place after you were first kidnapped, it can be confusing. Like, Was any of the prior stuff even real? Or another dream?

   I really wish it was a dream.

   And then you scream into the air because sometimes life isn't fair. You might break a few things, tear things up, crush things. Or you might just sit there, willing it all to go away. Sit there and calm down. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat.

   So why do people do what they do, if it's all for moot? If they repeat it over again throughout their life? Why even bother living if you don't get anywhere in life?

   It's to show that you can press on. That, even if you get repeatedly pushed back down to the ground, you get up and press right back on. You fight. For your life, for your family, and to show others that you will not be pushed back down. Because if they do push... you'll just get back up again.

   And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

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   "I gotta say, I'm surprised," Kai says as he sits the same way he did two days before—backwards on the chair next to my bed.

   I tilt my head, staring him down. "Surprised good or surprised bad? What happened out there? Why did I black out? Do I have wolf spirit or not?"

   "Whoa, slow the questions," he puts his fingers up and counts off as he talks. "One, surprised good. Two, you drank the Spirit Drink that showed your wolf spirit. Three... I'm not totally sure why you fell unconscious. And four, I can't reveal that information." I move so that I'm kneeling on the edge of the bed and lean on my hands. Which puts me close to the Beta. So close I can count every one of his freckles.

   "Tell me how much wolf spirit I have. Now."

   He chuckles and stares back at me. Crosses his arms over the head of the chair. I continue to glare.

   "If you want to know if you're an Omega or not, talk to the Alpha," he says simply. I narrow my eyes at him.

   "I can't get an audience with a person when I can't even leave this place. Or are you letting me go?" I've never imagined myself sounding like a prisoner in jail.

   First for everything, I suppose.

   "I am letting you free. But only to go to the Alpha. Then coming right back here."

   "So you're not technically letting me free. You're just escorting me everywhere," I blank. He shrugs and grins. I'm tempted to punch that grin right off his face.

   "If you want to be technical. Then sure."

   "Good. Because I do want to be technical. Let's go. It's now or never," I say, standing up. As soon as I finish my sentence, my head feels like it just got punched with a hammer. I gasp and stumble sideways, knocking over the log next to the bed. I grip the wall as pictures fly through my head. It's blurry, but soon makes an image.

   A dark-haired woman with equally dark eyes grips the hand of a brown haired, blue-eyed man. I'm looking up at her from her arm. I'm a little girl. The lady looks frightened, looking up at the man, who looks down at the woman calmly.