Only Omega - Book 1. (Complete)

Chapter Five.

Rachel's P.O.V.

I headed upstairs to shower after my meeting with the enemy Alpha. It was nearly one in the morning and I didn’t feel like going back to sleep plus I needed to get their scents off me.

After a quick shower I dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of grey sweat pants with trainers then headed for the garage. Pulling my hair up into a high pony tail I stepped into the large make shift gym with five cars set off to the side including my midnight blue 76 mustang.

“I’m going to miss you babe” I muttered dragging my index finger across the hood. It was a present for my sixteenth birthday and the thing I loved most in the world apart from Hayden that is.

I headed over to the punching bag where I took the time to bandage my knuckles before taking my frustrations out on it. Even though my arm was still pretty messed up and the bruising on my chest was still healing, I didn’t ease up on training. It would make me weak and an Alpha isn’t weak.

Soon I was pounding the bag with everything in me and grunting as I battered it in a shower of punches and kicks. I hadn’t even realised that I was crying out in frustration or even how long I was down in the gym when “Goddammit Rachel! Take it easy will you some of us are trying to sleep around here!”

Vicky’s voice broke through the silence followed by a loud grunt from a still half asleep Travis but I didn’t stop and ignored them completely.

“Rachel!” Vicky tried again only coming up empty when I refused to stop. My cries were getting louder and my punches more fierce with added force “Rachel!”

My fist struck the bag one more time, this time with enough strength to tear the chains out of the ceiling and send the bag flying into the wall opposite me.

“What happened? I heard a crash” Tristan’s voice asked peering into the room from the doorway. I was still trying to calm down with my eyes squeezed shut when Dalton came barging into the room practically ramming past Tristan who nearly got knocked clean off his feet.

“What the Hell’s going on here?” I could smell other pack members gathered by the door that lead into the house, curiously sneaking a quick peak but I ignored them and glanced back over my shoulder at my brother .

“I got a little carried away” he looked furious and was fuming with anger. He was clearly asleep when the bag had crashed into the wall and had probably been scared stiff. The sight of Nicole lightly snickering by the door was enough to confirm my thoughts.

“Carried away, what the fuck was that Rachel, you just screwed up our only punching bag for fuck sakes?” one thing about my brother was that when he got startled or pissed he cursed a lot like a lot, a lot. I turned to face him slightly and shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess I just have a lot of pent up anger, that's all” Dalton glared at me with a look that could stop a raging bull in its path while everyone else stood watching by the door.

“Pent up anger huh? Well in that case get your ass outside right now before I drag you out of this goddamn house!” he pointed his finger towards the garage door with a face as red as a tomato and eyes filled with flaming fury. I began unwrapping my bleeding knuckles now fully facing my brother and nodded.

“Going” I muttered tossing one of the bandages to the side and shoving past Dalton.

“Rachel” he said stopping me dead in my tracks. I stood facing Tristan, Travis and Vicky, Kyle and Bridget, Nicole and a few curious Omega’s including Hayden.