Meg
"Brrr," I shiver in the cold, I hug myself, my thick loose black hair, swirling around me as the frosty air gushes around. The worn thick jacket, I have on will suffice for now but when it snows, I will require a thicker one. Unfortunately for me, this will have to do for now until next week when I have the amount, I would need to make the purchase.
Grinning, I rub my hands together, both in glee and to warm myself up with the friction. I have been saving for this black jacket with a red hood, almost a year. I think I fell in love at first sight with it and since I am from the pack- White Mountain, the shop owner agreed to keep it for me.
What a kindly old man.
Gazing up from the thick, stumpy tree branch I had settled myself on mere moments before, I take in the view of the green mountains, in the far distance of my residence. But not too far as I can make out the difference between houses and buildings- mostly.
I've rarely been out of our pack's border because it's almost forbidden without permission from Alpha- he's so dreamy. I close my eyelids reminiscing in the memory of his touch. His skin against mine...
My mate. Alleged.
Instantly I force myself to stop that trail of thought. He is my leader, and I must not think about him this way.
And as a lowly hybrid, I must obey his every command, whether I wanted to or not. Heck, even the other higher-ups in werewolf rank could boss me around and I would obey. It’s been embedded in us since our existence came about.
Moon Goddess and all that. Don’t let me get started on how much I think this Being or Beings despises me- I'd only end up feeling sorry for myself and I loathed pity even when it was my own, for myself.
Watching out into the far distances, especially from a higher height, is my hobby. My favourite. I can close my eyes and not hear chatter from my pack. Or orders being given and or whimpering from my housemates.
My inner wolf is peaceful calm and does not talk much, choosing to remain in the back of my mind most times, rather than surface. We are that weak.
Sneezing because the chilly air suddenly turns frosty-cold, I almost fall off the branch between my legs, my head spinning from the impact. Hurriedly leaning forward, I hug the branch, waiting for the dizzy spell to fade away.
And sometimes, very rarely, the human vanishes leaving a wolf that cannot morph back to the human self. It’s a pathetic life.
And I am one of those- the most subordinated. Omega and branded too.
I recall the time Beta grabbed my arm, grinning as he displayed the needling machine and indigo ink. Later that evening, I cried when I saw what he had tattooed onto the back of my neck and my tears spilt over. It was a horseshoe but instead of both ends going inward, it went outwards.
It was the sign for omega. Weakling.
But that was years ago and it’s no use crying over spilt milk now, is there?
We do the labour- not the respected ones, we do the chores- the cleaning up after. We cook, wash, feed the babies, scrub down blood...you know the castaway's jobs that are too degrading for other members of the pack. Sometimes we are spared a few shillings- not actual shillings but you get my drift.
Domestic work.
We have a separate house from the others in the very middle of the pack houses as we cannot protect ourselves, let alone the pack, if under attack. The pack’s warriors protect us. The deltas and gammas.
We have no parents or have been discarded by our parents. Most of us barely finish high school and very few make it higher- like the pack doctor. He’s omega but he has his own house with his wife and family- still he resides in the middle of our community as he still needs to be protected from attacks. And because of his position in the human world, he frequents with the leaders of our pack.
He is considered an elite.
Not all family is bad however but it’s just better this way for us all to live together. So, as to not disrupt others when we need to get up and move at early light.
And everything omegas wear are hand-me-downs. Our clothing might be a bit worn most times, but they are not stained or tattered.
Finishing up my chores, I take a quick shower, feeling so much better than earlier when I abruptly threw up. No warning- just barf.
<What is that, Meg> It's my wolf waking up with my throwing up all over the bathroom floor- again.
<Nothing Red, go back to sleep> Sensing her worry because we are one, I do not want to frighten her more.
Throwing up is a part of life for us. It’s been known to affect only the weaker members of the pack like regular humans as our immune system cannot fight off viruses as easily as a normal werewolf could. I mean it's not like I will pick up everything that passed but every couple of years or so, yeah.
Weak and pathetic is what I am. I find myself wondering for the fifth million time; what is the sense of me being alive. I just occupy air that could be used by someone else. Oxygen is pretty vital, you know. My absence might just save the planet.
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A few days later, upon returning from the supermarket, Mary, one of my housemates, barely looks at me when I almost run into her, and she falls to the dirt floor outside our house. My hands never reached out to grab her because they were tightly clutching my cloth bag that contained the over-the-counter boxes.
I am a wreck at the moment because of what my bag contains. I won’t be able to purchase my jacket after all.
She’s dressed similarly to me- in jeans and a plain blouse. Hers is pink while mine is white, and both of us donned hand-me-down Addidas white sneakers on our feet. Her hair is beautiful, but she always wears it in a simple bun, and she is ten years older than me. I’d be lying if I said she was beautiful but honestly, she wasn’t that bad looking.
Dull, is a more accurate word. And she always seemed uncomfortable.
Instead of shooting something at me along the lines of, “Watch it,” as the other pack members would, she apologises to me with her head lowered and then stands up, dusting her behind.
They all do this to me- as if I am better than them. The omegas I mean, not the other pack members.
MeganPositive? Red sounds grim inside my head. Her sarcasm is something we shared, but sometimes it irritated me when it was directed at me. Holding the rectangular flat plastic in my trembling hands, my hands do not go over my flat tummy, protectively, as I normally hear people talk about. Instead, my entire insides tremble as I stare wide-eyed at the pregnancy test. My blood surges throughout my being and when I say I can feel it- I kid you not. Pun not intended. I would say it’s the longest two minutes of my life but no... I have taken the test before now. My wolf is now silent inside my head, after sassing me about my life-sucking, but I can feel her emotion even though she tried to mask it. Fear. Being pregnant with the alpha’s baby is cause for worry- especially when he kicked me out of his bed the very morning after we did the dirty deed as if I were scum on his sheets. His stern eyes come to my mind then followed by his turned-up nose and u
Meg’s POV Somehow, I managed to keep a low profile about my current situation, until today, but I needed to speak with the alpha urgently about my situation. Taking out my old smartphone from my back pocket, I stare at the dimly lit, cracked screen. Never have I ever called the alpha of White Mountain Pack because there was no need to. The omegas always spoke with words to the pack members rather than mind-linking them. And I just fell in line. I wager you’re probably thinking why I don't just mind link him because of the importance of the matter. Huh, I dare you to try speaking to your leader on a personal one-on-one when you're a lowly member of the pack. When your alpha is a predator that knows no limits except ‘stop when the threat stops moving’ itself. A werewolf that is mindless when triggered and overwhelmed by his primal aggression of kill or be killed. When your pack is considered as one of the most powerful because the alpha before who also happens to be the current a
Meg Nose twitching, my wolf frowns, her head inclining to the side, her emotion rising with my familiarity, while my eyes squint. I would recognise that deep voice anywhere even if it sounds a bit different from what I remembered. This is how our wolf instinct aids us when we become one. See, Red might never have met him but she sure recognised him based on my recollection of him. Quickly, I spin around when I hear heavy quick footsteps behind me, my nose still at work with my keen eyes joining in. The ridges on the back of my neck, stand erect while I am turning, my leg jutting out in a power-packed kick straight into the chest of my best friend, Jax. Stomp. Excitement builds inside me with his familiar scent. Red is shocked by my action but grins within two seconds when she senses my jest. “Oof,” the walking magazine gasps as he falls flat on his back. Grinning, I gaze down at him, waiting for him to gather his breath then extended my hand down to him, nearly ten seco
Meg Holy Christ. Jax sure knew how to spoil food. I’ve never tasted something so horrible- bleh. I’ve never had acid burn this bad either. My face turned up a few seconds after the first bite from the beef sandwich but not wanting to hurt his feelings, I hid the expression on my facial features as best as I could have, throwing away the darn thing after feigning I had a phone call to make. Then I hightailed home after using a weak Red to tell him, I was gone. I should take his phone number next time so I don’t exhaust an already drained Red, who signed out for the rest of the day already. After a few hours of rest, she will come back out, refreshed. Quickly I helped myself to some fries I made from the frozen sliced potatoes which we had in our freezer, sighing in sweet relief that the horrible sandwich had not turned my tastebuds away from food. My stomach still makes weird noises after the meal even when I down a glass of cold milk, which I despised with a passion, but I gulped
Meg Beth? How could he do that knowing Will was just outside with him? Is the beta okay with the alpha screwing his daughter? Just how? My jaw slackens when the alpha looks up at me, nostrils flaring. The rawness I had seen in his eyes while I myself was beneath him, is in his eyes now. He raises slightly up a bit, his hand snaking in between them then he brings it back up, holding her hands together, all the while holding my gaze. Beth releases a breathy feminine moan. Helplessly, I gape, eyes wide but unable to move while an acute pain surges throughout my body and pierces my heart. His swiftly drawn breath was accompanied by a snarl on his lips. Turning his head to the side, he winces. A deep frown across his forehead as he grounds out an animalistic sound for another few seconds and something strange takes place inside me. It clouds my head then I catch my breath, grabbing onto the doorframe when a sensation hits me. Both Red and I are taken back when I release a shudder. S
MegYesterday, we ate a delicious lunch made by Jax’s mother, who gushed over me saying I used to make her so happy whenever I visited them before they moved. She apologised to me for leaving me alone which made me uncomfortable because I am not used to people saying sorry to me...except when they tell me what a sorry excuse for a werewolf I am. Red is overwhelmed as well. My chin wobbled a bit and I did have the thought, ‘not bad enough for you to take me with you- some daughter’ but it was just an evil thought. It’s not like she birthed me or was my blood relation where she was obligated towards me in any type of way. And besides, she had her own life to live. It’s not like it was her fault my parents are dead. Or as if she should have taken me with her when she was leaving. Or even adopted me into her family when I was a child. Where I remained all alone except for the other omegas who cared for me. But they showed no love. It was just warm meals and taking me to school. No tucki
Logan’s POV The b*stard refuses to sleep. He’s up and going through the statements for the slaughterhouse while I seethe in silence as he stapled another file. At the crack of dawn today, he did his customary routine check with the beta, inspecting the cattle’s health; their feeding and watering, and addressing a few issues that arose with the herd’s well-being. Together they’d also checked the detailed records of each animal; their growth and health metrics are crucial for the purchasing decisions. The need for more purchasing for meat profits is totally unnecessary at the moment. He did the numbers on quality and quantity ensuring they would meet the standards set by the buyers and regulatory bodies. I was with him when the farmhands showed him which were ready for the processing and scheduled sales. He sat with the beta while he contacted the suppliers and buyers, listening to the negotiations and contracts. Then they discuss market trends and whether they should adjust th
Jax Gazing at Emily’s profile again, I see she has posted the guy she claimed was ‘only a friend’ just five months back and my chest ached. Social media will be the end of me. Inside me, Blue shakes his head, in disapproval. I thought I had everything figured out. I am young, I could fall in love, or not, play around with a bunch of human girls- women whatever, and have an enjoyable time until I get my mate. I knew there was a chance that the human I was with would receive some sort of degree of hurt when I got my mate and broke up with her. But I figured I would cross that bridge when I came to it. Only Emily spun me faster. Blue is not much of a talker and he broods silently. My affairs are mine, and his is his. He did not like the whole idea of human dating but he is a supernatural creature that is made for one and will wait for that one. He made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with the ‘human courtship’ when he already knows when he will get his mate.