Jasper's POV
*Before meeting Zachariah*
Jas, wake up!
No. You can't make me. I groan to my wolf, Draven.
You're so lazy. Draven whines. Can we please, please, please go on a run?!
Fine. I roll my eyes. Let me find something to eat, first.
I get up and stretch. I take a look around at the cabin I found a year ago when I escaped. It's small and quaint, but it works for me. I'm happy here.
We'd be happier with our mate. Draven snarks at me.
Our mate. Honestly, I've never thought about having a mate. Whoever is unlucky enough to end up with a lame omega like me, will be better off rejecting me. I could never be a good asset to any pack. And, what will he think of my past?
He will think you're strong and perfect. Draven tries to reassure me.
I don't think so, but maybe. I sigh.
I eat some berries that I gathered a few days ago. It's not the most fulfilling breakfast, but it's better than nothing. And trust me, I've had nothing for days before I escaped them.
I change into my tan and brown wolf then sprint through the woods. I weave in and out of the trees feeling the breeze through my fur. I come to a halt at a waterfall. The mist from the water hitting my face. It's refreshing. I drink some of the water in the pool beneath. I decide to bask here in the sun until nighttime. Soon falling victim to the warmth causing me to fall into a deep sleep.
I jolt awake when I hear growling and branches breaking. Panic is rising in my chest making my heart beat rapidly.
Jasper. You need to run. Draven warns me.
What?! I panic. I think I'm surrounded.
I stand up and take a step forward towards the cabin. A black, muddy wolf appears 10 feet in front of me. Rogue. He is 3 times my size. His eyes are dark red and his fangs are protruding out of his mouth. I can't help noticing that the fangs are stained with blood. I take a few steps backward in an attempt to bolt the opposite direction. Suddenly, I feel a warm breath cascade down my body. I turn to look behind me and see a wolf identical to the one in front of me.
Run! Draven yells.
I dart past both wolves and towards a clearing on the opposite side of the waterfall. I hear the thundering footsteps of the wolves chasing behind me. They sound like they're getting closer.
Do you smell that?! Draven says with excitement.
I'm a little too busy to be paying attention to smells. I snap back. Is that... it smells like cinnamon and apples.
Follow the scent! Mate! He jumps with joy. It's our mate!
I speed toward the spine tingling smell. It's getting stronger and stronger.
I think I'm almost there. I pant. It's been a long time since I've pushed myself this hard.
Keep going! Mate will protect us. Draven tries to comfort me.
All of a sudden, I'm tackled to the ground. One of the rogues holding me down with both paws on my chest. His saliva raining down on my face. I attempt to push him off me with my hind legs, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he clamps his jaw into my shoulder. I hiss in pain. I build up the strength to kick him off of me. He stumbles backwards and I take this opportunity to keep running. I crossover a pack border.
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Dark Side of the Omega
WerewolfJasper is an omega with a dark past. He escapes his demons to live a peaceful life. Zachariah is alpha of the Dark Moon pack. He's strict and ruthless. He wishes to find his mate, but is afraid of rejection. What happens when Jasper and Zachariah me...