Chapter 2

Deven's big hand easily enclosed around my neck. His calluses finger scraping against my soft skin as his sharp claws dug into my flesh. I felt heavy as his toxins pumped into me in thick pulsing waves, leaving me unable to do anything but hang limply from his hold.

Every wolf was capable of producing toxins. The stronger the wolf the stronger the toxins was. An Alpha's was enough to paralyze an elephant and was so painful it felt like every nerve was being soaked in acid. A warriors on the other hand, just made the victim feel uncomfortably hot, like a sunburn and made them their bodies heavy and their minds drowsy. A strongee wolf would have been able to fight against these toxins, but omegas were defenseless against them. Yet another way we were inferior, according to others.

"I've just about had it with your attitude," he growled out some, his spit spraying my face. I would have grimaced in disgust, if my face wasn't already pinched tightly in pain, as it felt like my throat was being squished, and my lungs were screaming for air anyway. I was sure I must have looked like a blueberry ready to just fucking burst. Not that Devon seemed to care. In fact, he just smiled wickedly at me and ruthlessly slammed my tiny body into the wall.

"Uh," I managed the tiniest grunt as my back collided into cool concrete. My head banged against it, making my ears ring as everything started to get fuzzy. Not a good sign.

"Kill!"I faintly caught the word being shouted somewhere in the room. I couldn't tell who shouted, just that it wasn't Devon. A bit of dread trickled into my stomach at the word, catching me off guard. For as much as I joked around about dying, I still stupidly wanted to keep on living.

My thoughts were cut off, as Devon's hand squeezed more. I shut my eyes thinking this was it for sure it, he was gonna choke me to death, but then he let go.

My lungs greedily expanded to the point they felt tight against my ribs as I gasped in. I was half way collapses against the wall, sucking in like a fucking dying fish, and unable to process what was happening around me, when something hard crashed against my knee cap.

"AAAA," I screamed as I felt my leg buckle with a sickening crackle. I crumbled to the ground, my leg withering in agony centered around my knee. Fuck. The pain was overwhelming. I couldn't focus on anything but that, and it was making me nauseous. I gagged. Something lurched in my stomach, and rushed up my throat. My mouth flooded with a chunky acidic mush, and I tried to swallow it back down but choked and had to spit it out.

I blacked out after that. The next thing I knew, I was waking up back in my bed,  in the dingy basement. I was stiff, and my leg was hot and itchy. I tried to move it, but found it to be bound tightly,  so it remained perfectly straight. Pushing myself up awkwardly, I saw that my leg was set up in a bright pink cast that went all the way from my hip to the very top of my toes. I sighed as I ran my fingers over the cast, surprised by it's existence.

I've broken bones before, and so have a lot of the other. It wasn't exactly common though, since punishments that made us unable to work were frowned upon. This was the first time I've seen one casted before. Usually we were just left to deal with it by ourselves, and would just tie a ruler, or something of the sorts, to the joint to keep it from being moved. It must have been very bad for me to actually receive medical attention for it.

"Oh look who's up," Charlie said as she came into the room carrying a tray.

"Hey," I wheezed out. My throat felt raw and scratchy, and talking was like pushing needles into it. Charlie sat the tray over my lap before sitting beside me, "what happened?"

"Don't ask me," she said, "I was just outside being miserable when Sammy ran out screaming that you were hurt. I went with her to the medical wing, and the alpha told me I had the rest of the day off to tend to your sorry ass."

"That's uncharacteristically  kind of him," I pondered, rubbing my poor neck in a sad attempt to sooth my it.

"Yeah," she agreed, "Honestly you're lucky the alpha favors you! Any other omega would have just been killed off."

"You call this lucky?"

"Shut up and drink," Charlie said picking up the glass and shoving it to me, "you sound like you've been smoking a pack since you were three."

I did as told,  taking a huge gulp of the water. It helped soothed my throat slightly, and I wished she had brought me tea and honey, or something a bit more soothing. I didn't complain though, knowing she would have if she could have. Instead I just silently started to slurp up the plain tasting chicken and noodle soup, grateful to have food.

"How's your head feel," she asked.

"Fine," I said, "I don't think I'm concussed."

"Good," She nodded. It was silent for about all of two seconds before Charlie raised her hand, and wonk! She smacked the back of my head so hard it jerked forward.

"Ow," I complained rubbing the now sore spot as I glared at her.

"When the fuck are you going to stop being such a selfish stupid asshole," she screamed, complete ignoring my pain. Her big sharp blue eyes softened with tears as she glared down fiercely at me through her pinched in freckled face. Aw Goddess, not that face. I truly hated that face. It made my heart feel itchy, like little bugs were crawling all over it.

"Charlie. Why are you upset," I asked gently, trying hard not to trigger her more. The last thing I needed was for her to start crying even more.

"Why am I upset," she squealed, my intentions failing miserably as she short up from my bed and placed her hands firmly on her hips.

"Why am I upset," she repeated, "I'm upset because you could have fucking died! What the hell is your problem? Can you not think? Did they nock all the brain cells from you're head? If you had just fucking shut the fuck up for once in your life, you would have just gotten a slap! If even that!"

"It's not like I was aiming to get the shit beat out of me," I said, "I don't know if you noticed, but it's actually not my most favorite pass time."

"Very funny," she said with a fake laugh, "but I'm not sure if I fucking believe you! I don't know if your trying to get them to kill you or what, but stop. Just stop please!"Charlie had started to full on sob now, only making the itchiness spread throughout my whole body. I shifted uncomfortably trying to figure out how to console her.

"Charlie," I grabbed her hand but she quickly snatched it away from me.

"No, don't fucking 'Charlie' me! I want you to stop! You can joke and complain about anything you want with me, but please just keep it inside your head in front of them. Please! You're all I got."

"I" I started intending to swear my life to her if it got her to stop crying; however, I recalled Sammy and Sydney's faces as they waited their punishment. Their wide eyed faces stricken with absolute horror.

"I'm sorry," I ended up saying instead. Charlie just shook her head at me and stepped back while biting her lip to hold back sobs"Eat your food. You're to stay down here till the cast can be removed," she told me, before bolting out of the room.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself, "I really am stupid."

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It's been a few days since I was injured. My leg hurt all the time, constantly pricking with pain. I was also extremely bored, as I only ever got to see Charlie at night and when she brought my food down. She didn't talk to me during any of those times though. Sydney and Sammy however seemed to always be hovering around my bed what ever chance they got. They cried a lot less now, and both seemed rather adamant about their escape plan, no matter how many times I told them to drop it. They wouldn't listen, and just insisted that they were going to get us all out, and into their own pack.

"Just to prove you wrong," Sydney had even told me. I rolled my eyes at her arrogance, but found that I was no longer nearly as annoyed by them. Rather I found their optimism a little refreshing, especially when everyone here was so focused on just protecting themselves.

Unfortunately they still had to work, so once the clock struck six, I was again left alone in the basement. I was prepared to face yet another boring day, by simply sleeping through it,when I heard the door creek open.

I glanced at the clock first, seeing that it was only six eleven. No one would come back down here at this time. My confusion didn't last long though, as the scent of an alpha quickly wafted  up my nose.

I flinched, my wolf letting our whimpers as the thick scent weighed heavily against me. Unable to handle the smoky aroma, I inhaled through my mouth as I turned to face him.

Alpha Xavier didn't smile or greet me in anyway, he just let his almost black eyes roam lazily about the room as he walked over to me. I scooted up, settling myself on the very edge of my bed, trying to put some distance between us. An ultimate useless effort, since Alpha will always get what he wants.

"Ty," he calmly addressed me.

"Yes alpha," I tried my best not to sneer it out.

"I hope you know how badly you fucked up," he said as he tilted his sharp face down to glare at me with his cool eyes. I gathered my courage to glare back at him, even as my wolf uselessly plopped down and rolled over. That little suck up traitor.

"The pack's asking for your head. They're worried your bad attitude may spread to the other omegas," he continued."Don't worry," I rolled my eyes, "I wouldn't dream of infecting the others."

"Doesn't matter if you mean to or not," he shrugged, "you're a threat to our way of life, and any other omega would have been killed long also."

"Then just kill me," I demanded, "I'm sure hell ain't nothing compared to this shit."

"Normally, I would," he told me as he leaned over. I grimaced a little as his nose was now almost touching mine. At this distance it was hard not to notice how hot the alpha was. His white hair that flopped over his left eye, his long almost girly lashes, and his sharp cheek bones. He had an almost unnatural look, that could turn any guys dick hard. I fucking hated that.

"But, you see I'm rather attached to you," he whispered. I could feel my face heat up at this though I wasn't exactly sure why. My heart was thumping a mile a minute, and my shirt suddenly felt itchy and to tight against my chest.

"So, here's what's going to happen," he continued placing his soft lips right against my ear. I tensed feeling his warm breath brush against it.

"I'm going to bite you," he told me, and just like that my previous discomfort vanished. I no longer felt warm and flustered, but just pure panic.

"I'm going to make you mine."

I've lived in this forsaken pack my whole life. I was content to live this way. I didn't like it all that much, but I could handle it. I had Charlie, and for me, that one connection was enough. I could take the beatings, I could take the ass load of chores dumped on to me, and I could handle being used as a form of release. I could handle it, because I had Charlie to come back to and joke and complain about everything. I couldn't handle this though.

I always knew the alpha had a bit of a thing for me. He'd let me off with warnings, gave me the easier chores, and called me to his office often. I was fine with that, but this. Being claimed by him. I couldn't. I didn't want that. It wasn't that I was worried about finding true love or anything, but if he carried through with it I'd be taken from the basement. I would hardly ever get to see Charlie. I was already submerged in immense guilt as I pictured her tears eyes face from the last time we talked. It was clear she needed me as much as I needed her, and I refused to be ripped away from her.

But then, what could I do? I couldn't fight off the Alpha in the best of conditions, but now with out the use of one leg and being unable to shift? It was laughable to even picture. I was to weak to do anything but just sit there and take it.

This was the vein of every omega's existence. It was why Sydney and Sammy were never getting out, why Charlie would never be happy, and why I would never be able to do more than just talk big. We weren't capable of protecting ourselves, our wolves were weak and submissive, our human side fragile and shy. We relied on others for protecting, and became more vulnerable in the process. It was a vicious cycle, that assured the week suffer and the strong prosper.

I knew this. I knew it well. I was reminded of it everyday. I thought I had excepted it, but as Alpha Xavier promised to take away the last thing I had, I realized that I really haven't. That every sarcastic comment, ever suggested suicide, every small glare, was me fighting back. I hated this life! Nothing about it was okay, but for fucks sakes it was mine! And this alpha was trying to take it away.

"No thanks," I stated as I folded my arms, "I'd rather be the satan's bitch then yours."

He laughed, I guess not realizing that I was fucking serious. Fuck my broken leg, I was gonna fight this fucker hard. Didn't matter if I won or lost as long as he got even the tiniest bit injured in the process. I'm not pathetic enough to let some guy come waltzing in and claiming my whole identity and being as his own!

"That's why I like you," He smiled brushing my hair back from my face, "I can tell you know your position in life. Yet, you so easily speak your mind, like you just don't give a shit. It's very cute."

I really hated how fucking hot this asshole was. It would be so much easier to hate this if he was old and ugly and fat. His words wouldn't make me flush then, even as they filled me disgust and contempt."I'm not being cute," I told him, "if you try to claim me, I will fight back."

He just smirked, "we'll see."