My rogue|✔

my rogue| The awakening part 1

*Edited 29-3-2025*
{1200+ words}

Intro
Yuna's Side Story

After what happened at yesterday's event, the decision was suddenly made crystal clear. I could worry about what was going to happen to me, but somehow, I realized that there was nothing to worry about. It was destined anyway.

When the sun rose after the dark night, over the hills, rivers, and lands, the pack started to gather early in the morning on a field after receiving a message from their Alpha. The members quickly formed a circle to include all of their members. I was there as well, but in the middle. I had been standing there throughout the night already. That was my first punishment of the day, the Alpha said. When the circle was completely formed, our Alpha arrived only a few seconds later.

When he entered the circle made by his members, he first looked around to ensure everyone was there. Then he looked at me in disgust. Wherever he stood, he looked strong and mighty—someone to look up to. He was very handsome, but he had a cold heart, which made him unpleasantly annoying to look at.

When he began to walk, you could see his pride. He never showed fear. But we all deeply knew that he had one, his fear was of having a weak pack. Back in the days, most omegas quickly became rogues. Luckily enough, I was still too young to become one. Up until now, he had let me stay within the pack. I knew today would be my last moments serving him as an omega.

He and I shared a cold history together. I knew one story of him when he was young. His father had welcomed my family after we were found. Even when his small son looked at us in disgust, he accepted us. Our family knew why he despised us, but we accepted the invitation in order to survive.

When he was around, I could always feel the tension in his eyes, slowly brewing with anger and hate. He neither welcomed nor accepted young weaklings like me. But what did I care?

When he was young, he wasn’t the strongest of this pack yet. His father didn’t treat him nicely like he did his older brothers and the other young wolves of his age. He believed his son was a disappointment for not being as strong as he had been at his age. But sadly, his son was weaker than him and weaker than his brothers. On a dark, rainy night, when the full moon stood high, blooming in the sky, the young boy wailed and screamed as he was attacked by a nightfly. Even though he did not feel any pain, he saw this as a chance to seek attention from his father. In the end, his act made his father so embarrassed and pissed that he had enough of his own son. I heard stories that he called him "a child who should never have been born."

For everything he did to try and make his father proud, nothing worked. His father—his own hero—always stood in front of him, making his son look like a scared sheep.

From that day on, even when his father and brothers died on a battlefield, he made a very harsh decision: if ever he saw someone weaker than him, he wouldn’t accept them into the pack, just like his father had decided long before he was born.

Once his father sinned against him, he couldn’t attend the court any longer. The young wolf was in pain. The court was a place of magical wonders where he could play, fight, and escape. Sometimes, he even heard that one could find their mate there. He only ever wished to stand side by side with his Alpha father. But that day, his hope vanished. His father was too dominant, too bold to forgive his own son.

As the young boy walked back to the family house, despite the despair from his father’s words, he told his sisters what had happened at the field. Maru and Gunta reacted with shock but also disapproval. He then went to his friends Ash, Claus, and Dusha. They could not say a word against his father. No one wanted to play with him, talk to him, or even let him sit at the dinner table.

He was forced to leave the pack house for the night. He had one option left—to go to his greatest fear. To gain his respect back, he had to go where no other wolf dared.

So he went far over his territory, entering an old, shadowy, cracked building. Already from a mile away, before he had even arrived, he could smell a house full of weak wolves. Upon entering the building, he nearly puked. He quickly stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

He began to explore the house and garden carefully in case anyone was near. He might not have noticed, but when I was just a pup, I loved to walk and explore the vast nature. One day, I saw a very young, angry-looking boy running away and kicking stones on his route somewhere. I decided to follow him for some adventure.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I quickly recognized the path. He stopped by the place where I lived. I secretly hid behind a huge rock. I was too small for my shadow to be caught by him or the moon. I heard him murmuring from a distance, "I will kill all of you one day. Never again will I let my father speak down on me, ever again!" He spoke with determination.

When he made his promise, my gut feeling told me to walk away at that moment. The boy was heading back. He sniffed the air and looked in my direction. He was dangerous-looking like a killer.

My mother, Rasel, smelled the boy from afar. The boy took more steps toward the rock I was hiding behind. My mother, who was in wolf form under the full moon, knew I was in fear. I could feel her slowly jerking from the ambushes. The boy, now in an agitated state, became more irritated by the scent, which he could now smell more than ever.

I didn’t listen to my feeling to walk away. Instead, I became more curious about the boy. When I peeked over the rock, I saw he had blond, grayish hair. I knew that people with blond hair were born into rich families.

Most dark-haired wolves like me, who were brown-haired in human form, were born from low-born families.

I did the exact opposite of what I should have done. I jumped toward a closer rock. The boy saw me jumping and grabbed me by the neck. I howled.

At that moment, he lifted his eyes. He saw yellow eyes in the bushes behind me. His eyes became more alert. He dropped me instantly on the floor after he heard my mom growling at him. Even my hairs stood up at the growl.

I couldn’t run—my body wouldn’t let me. He just gave us both a look, unashamed and filled with hate. Though we could scent that he was afraid, his eyes hid that feeling well. Mother knew he was already on the wrong path.

Years later, he returned and indeed killed or exiled most omegas from my house, just as he had promised. I was the only survivor, along with my uncle Leopold, who sadly died a few days later.

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