Nixon POV
God, I love running. It's the only time I can get away from everything. But soon enough someone will rain on my parade, they always do, seeing as I've been the omega sense I was 10. Its such bull if you ask me seeing as I would have been a higher up if things hadn't happened the way they did. Ever sense then I've been required to tend to every pack members beck and call, which is really freaking tiring due to having over 200 members. Figures with my luck I'm an omega in one of the most influential packs in America. Lucky me.
'Nixon, what the fuck are you doing! Get your ass back into the house and start cooking, it's almost time for dinner and there isn't jack shit close to ready! How many times do I have to tell you that you do not go out for personal time. You are the packs omega, so start acting like one or I will mark you as a rouge and make you even more fucking helpless!' Screamed the Alpha also know as Major-Dick by my wolf and I.
Damien, my wolf chuckled then took on a serious note *kid I hope you realize that this isn't the only pack out there, we are strong, smart, and HOT ahahaha but seriously we could leave in a second and this pack would never know what happened, there are plenty of others to take care of them.* I guess he's right, I'm sick and tired of being treated like dirt for a mistake made so long ago. I was never that noticed, but I guess under my mop of brown hair, if anyone ever bothered, my green eyes kinda stood out and demanded attention, but it never really happened after I started hiding under my hair to blend in more and make sure no one ever noticed me, knowing if they did, nothing good would ever come out of it.
'You know what Alpha? I'm done with this pack, I'm going rouge, bite me. I am sick and tired of being treated like dirt for something I did years ago!' I yelled through the pack link and bolted for the end of ou-their territory before patrols could get to me. I might be an omega that's treated like crap but they still don't like people running away. I mean for an omega I'm not that tiny, I'm a little bigger than a normal wolf, with a dark brown coat, easy to blend in with the shadows, helping me hide and escape easier.
As I passed through the territory line, I felt as if a large weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Sure I was now a rouge but I was free to do what I wanted, not what others wanted.
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Time To Change
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