It has been maybe a half a hour since I woke up. Im in to much shock to move. My head is pounding and I cant remember how I got here.
All I can remember is pain....a whole lot of pain......at some point I must have been injured....but.........
Now im rapped tightly in what im assuming is some kind of bear pelt. Laying on my back staring at what im slowly accepting to be a stone ceiling. Meaning im probably in a cave.....hopefully im in a cave and not some where under ground.
Fear of the unknown keep's me stiff on my back.
Every time I try to close my eye's and remember anything beside's my damn name, My brain just keeps showing me confusing image's of beautiful angry women.
Her hair is wild long red curl's shaking around her head. While in slow motion I can see her fang's extend into fine sharp point's. In my head everything moved in slow motion, in reality who ever my mate was going to attack was allready dead before the end of her roar.
......That's right.....
That beautiful women is my mate....A mate that might have knocked me out a dragged me to some old bear cave.
Maybe it was the warmth from the fur that kept me in place or the fear from accepting I really am awake in a fucking cave.
The hair on my arms rises up slowly with goosebump's and a icey chill run's down my spine despite being toasty warm. Panic start's to sit in when I become very aware that im am alone.
Im not quite sure what I should do......
My father bearly ever let me out of his sight and when he did I allways had babysitters. He couldn't allow the chance of some unworthy male sweet talking me into sex.
Believing the heat a Omega feel's is so great they will take any males knot.......I tryed on many occasion's to explain to him im very much a straight male.
He all ways knew just how to humiliate me to prove his point. On my 16th birthday, I got my first heat. I stayed in my room humiliated, everyone in the house must be smelling my scent.
I stayed up their all-day tell night just had set in, I thought it was safe to go get something to eat.
I came down the stair way to my father standing at the bottom with his arms crossed in front of chest.
"It's time to find you a mate now."
My heat had taken so much out of me and with out food all day I can beraly manage to shake my head no in response.
Im to young.....my worst fear had been At the time that he would pick some one exactly like himself.
I remember standing their leaning against the ramp, defiantly shaking my head no.
No Alpha like's being told no.
Some how every male in my pack was made aware of my fragile state. Soon my house was packed full of male's telling me how much they would love to fuck me.
I laid curled up in a ball suffering for what felt like forever tell one of my embarrassed brothers carried me out of the living room.
I was so in such pain, I silently begged my brother to just snap my neck to end the suffering.
Every year I said no he would torture me with the sweet false sense of safety. Rub it in my face that He could take all the pain away if I just agreed to mate who ever he picks. He couldn't risk my mate being another male, me being some one's bitch would damage his reputation.
Every year Alpha found new ways to try and break me. He just wanted control over his lesser, just like any real Alpha would. If his beloved status was going to be flushed down the toilet by me ending up with another guy, he at least wanted control over that. I don't doubt he would have chosen the best candidate but only for his own personal gain.
It's obvious to me now that I have two choices here.
I can get up and look around. Try and figure out why have black holes in my memory
Or
I can continue Laying here swaddled up like a baby, staring blankly at nothing special.......seem's like the safest thing to do.
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When Alpha Created Omega
WerewolfFuture Alpha Iven of Rustic Pack is slowly losing her patience and mental stability while desperately looking for her mate. Determined to overcome anyone and everyone's judgment of her, She knows deep down that her place is at the head of the pack. ...
