Omega

Chapter 15

AN - So here's the update everyone has been waiting for! :3

I also finally found the perfect guy to be Kirk's mate. He's everything I think how Damien would look like. He's mixed race, he's vertically challenged by caucasian standards, he's got amazing hazel brown eyes, handsome, light but muscled build. Tadah! Pic on the right!

Damien/Dy’s POV

The air smelled so wrong and my senses were warning me. Maybe it was a bad idea to bring Ray with me. We were now walking through a corridor. I vaguely remember this place as I didn’t mingle with the rest of the pack that much back then.

Ray and I passed by more pieces of clothing and I looked at them curiously. Werewolves remove their clothing if they transform into their wolf form. However the pack house didn’t look like it was under attack. Something else must be happening.

Ray was just skipping along behind me, oblivious to his surroundings. We finally reached a large doorway. If memory serves me right, this was the door leading into the function hall. It’s a big room that can seat about the half pack and it’s used for important events such as meeting with the squad leaders of the pack or gala events. However it is big enough for the whole pack if everyone just stood up. I didn’t feel anyone inside so I pushed it open and peeked.

Inside I saw a big banquet, disco lights and an idle music station. Some of the chairs and tables were overturned. Everything was puzzling me. Ray suddenly squeaked and dashed towards the banquet and started stuffing his pockets with the sweets.

“Ray too much and you’ll get fat.” Ray turned around and pouted at me while discreetly trying to fill his pockets to the brim. I only shook my head at him and started to look for clues.

Just then a loud music blared inside the hall and I spun to see Ray looking at me guiltily. He found the play button of the music station. “I’m sorry!”

I walked to him briskly but something stopped me. The sound had attracted unwanted visitors and the loudness had masked their steps. Whirling around, I saw several females all in states of undress. I backed away from them warily as I edged toward Ray. They weren’t even looking at me. They were all looking at Ray.

One of the females, a tall brunette staggered forward. “I want the chubby bunny.” She pointed at Ray whose cheeks were stuffed with some of the sweets he hoarded in his pockets.

With his white hair and puffed out cheeks, he did look like a chubby bunny. And I forgot to mention, Ray has a slight case of Gynophobia. “I just want to pinch his adorable cheeks!” It was a phobia he developed as a child when women would continuously pinch his pinkish-white cheeks. And that was all it took for Ray to spew what he ate and dashed to a side door.

“Ray no! Come back!” I was about run after him when several snarls interrupted me. The women sensed that I was trying to keep Ray away from them. They started to circle around me and growl.

I readied myself as I saw some of them changing into their wolf forms.

“Bad dog, the wabbit is mine.” The brunette then shifted and started to pounce.

Ray’s POV

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh- wait where am I? And why am I running?” I looked around and found myself in a series of hallways with doors. Lots and lots of doors. This must be how Alice felt in Wonderland. Except maybe I’m the white rabbit. Those women did call me a rabbit. And they wanted to eat me. I suddenly remembered why I was running. “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”