All Chapters of The Scarlett Alpa's And His Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tomorrow marks my seventeenth birthday and the event I have dreaded: my first transformation. Despite reassurances from those who say it will be for the best, I worry about the pain and the threat of monster harvesters pursuing young wolves during this vulnerable time. My mother has always insisted they're just tall tales, and I cling to hope that her words are true. My boyfriend, Felix, assured me this was the case, but lately, he had been acting distant and unusually quiet. Two days ago, he refused to meet me after school without a valid explanation, and yesterday, when I was dealing with a flat tire due to small nails, he declined to give me a ride home. He also acted strangely whenever I tried to borrow his phone for a selfie. I managed to convince him to come to the cafe with me, where I urged him to try some delectable shrimp balls. He politely dropped me back home, but he didn't flash his adorable dimples as he usually did. It was becoming quite odd; despite the fact that our

Nina looked up from her desk as I entered the classroom, a friendly smile on her face. She's always been observant and empathetic, often noticing when someone's off. "Hey," she said quietly as I took my seat, her eyes studying my expression. "How are you holding up today?" I gave a casual shrug as I responded. "I'm alright," I said, trying to maintain a casual tone. I was attempting to act like nothing significant had happened, hoping to push the events of yesterday out of my mind. Brittney chimed in, her voice filled with disdain. "Did you spend the whole night crying over that damn cheater?" I gave a dry smile, trying to appear unbothered. "Nah, not really," I managed to say, attempting to downplay the situation. As I caught a glimpse of Felix and Giselle engaging in conversation again, a wave of worry washed over me. Seeing them together, even though they were in different classes, still stung. I instinctively lowered my head, hoping they wouldn't notice my distress. My hea

With each passing day, I found myself gradually feeling better. The lingering memories of Felix no longer consumed me entirely, though they still hovered at the edges of my thoughts. Despite the progress I had made in getting back on track, I woke up at my usual time of 8 am, only to notice that classes seemed to be starting later than usual that morning.I quickly grabbed whatever clothes were easily accessible, shoved my bag with a random assortment of books, and seized the key to my electric scooter.I arrived at school, having enough time to savor the sandwich my mother had prepared. I took off my helmet as I walked onto lobby, feeling a bit more relaxed than usual. A sense of urgency washed over me as I approached the nearly closed school gate, but the school was unusually abuzz with activity, as clusters of students milled about outside the classrooms, even though it was already 8 am.I was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts. I whipped around quickly

I stirred from my sleep this morning, my stomach growling with a ravenous appetite. Without hesitation, I tossed off my blankets and quickly headed for the bathroom for a speedy shower. I dressed quickly, pulling on a casual T-shirt and a pair of comfortable black cotton pants. To keep my bangs out of my face, I tied a bandanna around my head, securing the loose strands of hair.As I hurried downstairs, I found my mother in the kitchen, skillfully preparing breakfast. The delectable aromas filled the air, signaling that she was cooking up a storm. On the stovetop, several pots and pans were bubbling away, filled with a variety of mouth-watering ingredients characteristic of Spanish cuisine. The scent of sizzling onions and garlic filled the room, making my stomach rumble with hunger. I knew breakfast would be a feast filled with Spanish flavors.I greeted my mom with a cheerful "Good morning." She looked up from her cooking and smiled warmly at me. "Morning, baby," she responded.

My mother's voice was filled with worry as she looked at me covered in the disgusting mixture of water and rice. "Sweetie, please, tell me what happened. Why are you in this state?" I struggled to speak, my tears still flowing, conflicted about sharing what had happened.My mother persisted with her gentle inquiries, her voice filled with concern. "Did someone cause trouble for you? Did they physically harm you? Your face is all bruised," she softly wiped away my tears, her fingers tenderly running through my hair. She offered a comforting reassurance, "It's okay, sweetheart. Go take a shower and calm yourself down. I'll bring some chilled water to help with that swollen face of yours. We'll talk when you're ready."I quietly made my way to my room, tossing my backpack aside before heading to the bathroom for a quick, thorough cleansing to rid myself of the unpleasant liquid. Emerging from the bathroom in a fresh nightgown, I stood before the mirror, examining my face, which was a b