All Chapters of The Omega's Tamed Demon; Bound To His Little Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Himari’s POV. - I slam the door shut once I enter the toilet stall. Placing my hands over my heaving chest as I let my bag drop onto the floor. My knees buckle under my weight, knocking themselves out and bringing my back sliding down the door until my butt meets the tiled floor. Still panting and unable to restore the normal rhythm of breath, I tuck my head between my trembling knees, putting my arms around them. As the Gamma’s daughter and first child, there was a towering stack of expectations leveraged atop my shoulders that shimmered in the faces of the Pack members that night to watch me shift into my wolf. I can’t escape my fate, my parents weren’t strong enough to not let me go and as per the stipulated traditions of our ancestors, I had to move to the Packhouse in service to the Alpha and his family. Restoring my breath thankfully, I raise my head and meet the back of it against the door with my eyes shut. The first bell already rang along my run in here and I hear the s

Himari’s POV. - “Mari, you don’t have to bother about breakfast for the lot at the house, just focus on making the Alpha and Luna’s meals and send it to their private dining once you’re done” Elsa returns to the kitchen, tying her bob hair into a short ponytail. “Oh, okay” I give her a nod, a little uneasy that she wants to handle everything else. “Um, wouldn’t that be too much for you alone to handle?” Especially seeing as the people living in the Packhouse is way so many than those living separately. There’s no way I can leave it all to her alone. Elsa stares at me with a knowing smile, walking up to the island counter and folding her arms over it as she takes a seat on a barstool. She begins to say, “You know, we Omegas are so special that we get blessed by the Mood goddess to possess magical powers to assist the Packs we’re born into”. I blink, taken aback as I place the basket over the island and Elsa nods at me in affirmation, proceeding, “You were never told, were you? W

Himari’s POV. - I can no longer feel my lower body at all in this forced kneeling position I’ve been fixed into, having my head pressured to the cold concrete floor. How can they be so cruel and heartless to a helpless little Omega? Tears burn in the back of my throbbing eyes as my face accidentally falls to the side, cracking a painful gasp out of my busted and hurting lips. I cry in silence, praying my family is okay and they can come to help me from this malicious imprisonment. Being accused of treason inevitably means my death. ‘Oh goddess, is this the sort of fate that awaits me? To be falsely accused of a ploy I’m clueless about and sentenced to such a wicked death?’ In my misery, consciousness leaves me for the umpteenth time and the next I’m rousing, is to the acidic burns of wolfsbane being splashed over my exposed back. “Aaaahhh!” I scream out in paramount agony and excruciating pain, searing vivaciously throughout my being from the thorn flesh of my back. My body er

Himari’s POV.-As Tess brings me to wooden large double doors, my pensiveness steams off my head as I turn to her in a panic. Tess sighs softly, waving her fingers back to signal the other maids to leave us alone in the spacious hallway. I glance up at the imposing heavy doors with golden ornate curved handles, and I swallow a threatening lump. I can’t seem to summon ease into my rattling system.“Himari, there’s nothing to feel so paranoid about. It’s just a meal with the master, or do you wish to impale the impression he’s been informed about you?” She catches my fretful eyes with her encouraging ones and I still, forcing my racing nerves to calm down for a bit by intertwining my fingers.I shake my head against it, “N-not at all. I wish to express my gratitude for his help”. I tell her my heart and watch her face contort to display a full smile as she brings her hands to place them over my small shoulders. And looking down at me, she quickly adds, “That’s right, now, let's

Zorien’s POV.-“H-help me...”For centuries, the Werewolves, the largest in population among the Were-beings, and us, Demons, have been in an antagonistic war. It’s been ongoing for so many years that I’ve come to forget the meaning of it over time. What had been the embers of such an irredeemable inferno? Hm, had it been because we couldn’t stand each other’s guts?I watch the she-wolf breathe her last at my feet with repine. What is it about this feeble creature I had chosen to keep a keen watch over since the day she had been conceived in her mother’s womb? I don’t take a fondness for such uncouth and uncultured animals; especially ones who’re ever obnoxious enough to have kept baring their fangs at us for many centuries.Yet, I can’t refute the force of nature that’s tied a red string of fate around my finger in attachment to hers. For a life spanning over a century, I’ve courted four mates in those times. All of which were of the same race as me. Then I had caught a str