His Omega

Chapter 1

"Hey fag, you missed a spot," Ty, the future Beta sneers; walking across the freshly mopped kitchen floor with his muddy boots.

Tearing at his actions not his words as I'm used to being the packs punching bag physically and verbally. I've just spent the last hour and a half cleaning the kitchen; all omegas in this pack clean, cook and do whatever we're told to by everyone of higher rank. Every omega in this pack is assigned their chores and if we don't do them correctly, we're punished however the person deems best; of course the pack doesn't do that if Alpha Thomas or Luna Amy are around.

Ty laughs evilly at my forlorn expression and teary eyes before he walks back outside to do whatever he does. I hope my mate isn't a member of this stupid back, so I can get the hell out of here.

With a tear sliding down my cheeks, I re-mop the kitchen floor before leaving the kitchen to find mummy and Liam, he's my little brother; both are outside at the training area training everyone except the omegas in both wolf and human forms; regardless of their age once the person turns 5 years old. Smiling as my little brother practices with the 10-14 year olds (he's 10 years old) and he's doing very well against the older kids.

"Go die, fag," Katie growls low enough so no one else can hear as she walks past me.

Ducking my head as she laughs at me, knowing I can't respond as she's a Delta and out ranks me in the pack. I have three more years before I can possibly find my mate, if he or she is older then I could live with them if mummy allows it. I hope my mate is older and mummy lets me live with him or her before I'm 18 years old.

"Leif, up pease?" I hear Bryne's sweet voice asks from in front of me.

Lifting my head with a small smile at my fellow omega who is an orphan as his parents died in a rouge attack nine months ago; he's being cared for by the Alpha and Luna until he's adopted. His name is pronounced B-rin; he's 3 years old with dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes, bight colored skin and a smile that can light up a room.

"Hi Bryne," I softly say lifting him into my arms and settle him on my right hip and he rests his head on my shoulder; and we watch the training for another ten minutes until it's finished.

"Liam, you did well I think," I smile at him; as he and mummy join Bryne and me.

Liam smiles widely at me; "Thanks Leif!"

Nodding at him while Bryne rubs his fingers through the short hairs at the back of my neck silently. I want to adopt him but I'm not old enough, so I'll have to wait until I'm 18 years if he isn't adopted by then and if my mate doesn't care.

"Finish your chores?" mum asks as the four of us head toward the four level pack house.

"Yes, mum," I softly say; even though she doesn't agree with the treatment of omegas, there's nothing she can do to change this.

"Good boy," she murmurs; softly rubbing my back as we enter the house.

Taking Bryne with me to help dish out dinner, so he can help me and the twenty other omegas; we're a pack of five hundred people as we've combined with another pack about fifty years ago to become stronger.

During dinner Alpha Thomas gains everyone's attention halfway through announcing; "We have visitors arriving tomrrow afternoon for a pack summit - three packs are arriving; only the alpha's, future alpha's and their Gamma's and a few of their pack warriors. About eighteen in total and they will be here for two days and sleeping in the rooms on the main level. Omega's please make sure the rooms are clean and fresh linnons."

"Yes Alpha," all of us omegas reply in unision.

"Also, my son Ryder, has found his mate - Leanne HOwe and they'll be taking over the pack this up-coming weekend," he finishes before he sits to finish eating.

Murmurs erupt at his final announcement; Ryder returned home yesterday with his mate and they completed the mating process five days before returning home. Ryder has been one of the few people in this pack who has always been nice to me; despite my rank in the pack. He's unaware of what most people do to me here. I'm terrified to say anything to anyone because if I do, I'm afraid the beatings will become worse.

Cleaning the huge dinning room and kitchen when dinner is finished, I then play with Liam and Bryne for an hour before Liam does his homework and I bathe Bryne and tuck him into bed; where I read him the story 'Cinderella' - Disney's verson of course.

"Leif, yove you," Bryne mumbles after I finish his story and kissed his forehead.

Smiling at him whispering; "Love you, too, Bryne. See you in the morning."

Turning off his bed side lamp and make sure he's tucked in the way he likes, I shut the door behind me as I walk to my room that I share with Liam to sleep myself.

"Leif, can you help me please?" Liam softly asks with a hopeful smile.

"Sure buddy, let's see what you're working on."

He hands me his worksheet filled with math problems; something I can help him with everything since I'm in the 10th grade and I do third year college math and science and recieve college credit, too. Sitting next to him on his bed, we spend the next fifteen minutes working on his math sheet and then he's done with his homework for the night; and then we head to bed for the night to be up at 5 a.m. for school and chores before hand.

By 7 a.m. the next morning, chores and breakfast are done and all of us kids who attend school are waiting at the bust stop together. The school day proceeds like any other day - beatings and verbal abuse included; it's a good thing I'm a wolf, so I heal quicker but not as fast as the other wolves due to my rank. I've learned to hide my bruises and sore body from everyone around me.

Entering the pack house after school and the bus ride to the best smelling scent ever to him my nose; a combination of spring rain and the woods. Not sure what the smell is or where it's coming from; I try to ignore it since no one else seems to notice it as we enter the house and break off to do our chores.

"Leif, you home!" Bryne's little voice hollers; just before his little body hits the back of my legs.

"Hey Bryne," I grin; turning to squat down to his level, so we can hug; standing with him in my hold, to start helping make dinner since the people from the three packs are here; when the smell becomes stronger as voices filter into the kitchen.

All chatter stops just before a deep voice rumbles lowly; "My mate."