Omega Born Alpha

It's my twenty first birthday. And after my friends convinced me, I finally decided to go out and have some drinks with them. Mistake number one. We had a few drinks but I got a phone call. It was Jack and of course he was in jail. Again. I told my friends to stay at the bar and enjoy themselves. Going on foot, I went to bail out my best friend since forever. Mistake number two. Why didn't I stay with them? Because I'm a good friend? From that day on, my life has been hell. Because I'm now a werewolf. Remember how people "made up" stories about werewolves? Well, forget everything you heard. Just know that they do exist. Unfortunately, I was taken in by a pack, The Bloodstone Pack. Mistake number three. I was instantly informed I was an omega. A nothing. I was lowest of the low. I couldn't have a mate. I always ate last when out on hunts. And I was to take the fall of every slip up the pack made. I was the solution to all their problems. I was blamed for everything. And always, I wondered, why do I do it? Was I destined to be dirt? Walked upon by everyone? Of course not! It wasn't a life. I hated cowering from everyone. Afraid to even draw breath. So when I had the chance, I ran. From Leo, the Alpha, and the rest of The Bloodstone Pack. I didn't belong. Didn't deserve to be treated like shit. I met Blake soon after my escape. The Black River Pack Alpha. My whole world changed, again. It was like a dream at first, then everything suddenly became all too real.