short stories

Fighting Back

"Do you want us to stop?" Drake said in his sweetest voice. It was so soft that it didn't sound like came from the enormous man. It seemed so warm that it would fit an omega better than an alpha. That's what Drake was, born from a beta, but having risen to the status of becoming the next alpha. He was a strong wolf able to crush anyone. The type of wolf that could protect anyone, if he wished so.

Aiden didn't respond.

"I think you want me to continue." His short nails trailed over the face in front of him, making the body shutter slightly. They were keeping eye contact as if their lives depended on it. It was strange how an omega wouldn't submit and look away. The others stared at them, but not because they were shocked. This was a daily occurrence. Their favourite entertainment.

"I'm so sad that you won't answer me..." Drake practically purred out while smirking. The friends that surrounded them chuckled.

There was still no response and a deathly silent moment followed.

"Mute freak." Gregory hissed out behind them and Aiden finally broke the eye contact with Drake, glaring at the blonde man. He gritted his teeth angrily. Disbelieving looks, uncomprehending over his reaction, met him. Clearly surprised that the expressionless mask they had seen for years had finally been broken.

Drake broke down in maniacal laughter, "Did he just-" His own laughter cut him off.

Breathing slowly, Aiden relaxed his clenched jaws. He lifted his arm, feeling the pain rushing through his body, briefly wondering if it had been broken, and pushed away Drake's grimy hand.

"Assholes," he whispered at last, feeling strength flush through his blood. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Drake, together with the rest, were astonished. They hadn't heard the omega speak during the past ten years, not since he was seven.

They were so amazed that they didn't see what the small hands covered in bruises and blood were doing. If they had payed attention they would have seen the shaking fingers grip a metal handle, previously hidden in the rugged backpack on the ground. They would have noticed how Aiden without second guessing himself, swiftly pulled out a knife and stabbed it into Drake's skin, hoping it would pierce his cold heart. Causing an injury that would take a miracle to survive from. The type of miracle that Drake didn't deserve.

Someone screamed, Aiden wasn't concentrated enough to check who it was coming from. Instead he was lost in blissful happiness and he couldn't stop a smile from creeping over his lips. A chilling smile, malicious and filled with glee. The first and only smile the men around him had ever seen on the omega.

An incredible wave of adrenaline rushed through him and he transformed. Without saying goodbye he fled the scene, leaving the morbid pack for good. In the commotion only two wolves saw him running away. They quickly followed, trying to hunt him down, but he was still high on ecstasy. He didn't even really care if they caught him, at least he had gotten one of them before he died.

Perhaps revenge wasn't a good thing, but it felt great.

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Words: 541

A/N: I don't know what the f**k this is or when I wrote it, but it was certainly a long time ago. I found it in my archive amongst the stories I've scrapped, and it's definitely not the best I've written but I still kinda like it. My mood must have been quite morbid when I wrote it though... 😂😅🤣