Alpha's Cursed Omega Mate

Blair 's POV

I was going to die!

I was going to die and I was going to be cold while doing it.

I was shuddering deeply, the thin blue gown that had been given to me for this ritual thing didn't seem to be worth the material.

Clothes were supposed to be protective and this one was just decorative.

All this monologue was because I was trying to distract myself from the fact that I was being sacrificed for the moon goddess. I gulped slowly, a little nauseous at the thought of lying down on the stone slab, but I had to do this for my pack.

We had never been chosen to carry out the Moon ritual, that was always the bigger packs and apart from the fact that we had to keep my father's reputation clean, we also couldn't afford the plagues that was prophesied to follow if we didn't keep up with the ritual.

So I let a calm, almost rude beta lead me out into the clearing, the moon was almost full, just a tiny sliver of it missing, the pack was gathered round to watch except the children and a few of their mothers, some had teary eyes and others were totally immune to what was happening.

The priestess was ready, it seemed, to do what was necessary and she wasn't going to break even the smallest smile. My father looked delirious and red eyed. I knew he didn't want this but there was nothing we could do now.

The priestess lay me down on the slab and I shivered from the slight cold– I guess sacrifices were not meant to be comfortable.

I closed my eyes as she began her incantation and thought back to just how all this had started.

It was the first night of the waxing moon. I was excited and looking forward to it, the entire town was mostly because it was also my father's birthday.

The Crescent Moon pack celebrated this night, with double the fanfare because it was always a dual celebration. My mother would put in her all during the celebration way back when she was alive.

After she had died, the planning had gone to the others. I was a very shitty co-ordinator so my father didn't want me near an open flame. Ironically as an omega, the only thing I was good at was hunting which was why I was in the forest now and because of how good I was at this, I could already smell the animals from afar.

The season was giving way for the new. I could smell pumpkins and apples and cinnamon, combined with the slight stink of rabbits.

A soft sound in the dark made me halt but my wolf stalked forward anyway.

"Ooh rabbits!" She cried gleefully.

"Don't Skylar!" I hissed at her.

My wolf Skylar tends to overreact for every little thing, but she especially liked the little rabbits and I could scent them from just about five paces in front of me.

My nose twitched slightly and I struggled not to wrinkle it too much. I couldn't give Skylar the idea that I wanted it too even though I pretended not to.

She smacked her lips and I knew what she was thinking immediately.

"Not now Skylar, we need herbs!"

"But he'll be so tender!" She cried sullenly and I scoffed.

"We are not having this conversation" I muttered beneath my breath. She sighed, and I could feel her lying on her paws, feeling defeated.

"You are a skinny sticky killjoy."

I laughed at the contempt in her voice. She hated my human form, she called it the pale stick man and it was inferior for her but I could concede her point that maybe I was lazy but she was too hyper for me and she knew it.

The rabbit sensed that they would not be dying today and skipped off into the night. I would find it. If it did not find a place to hide immediately, it would then become a meal for another less concerned predator.

"It could have been our meal." Skylar huffed and I smiled ignoring her and pulled a couple of mushrooms into my basket.

I went to the next tree where I pulled some rosemary herbs for the Skylarchen. I would kill a rabbit because I do need it but first I needed herbs to make a stew. My father liked rabbit stew and I knew this would help make a great stew.

"So only you get to hunt rabbits." Skylar muttered again and I groaned.

"Enough of the deluge about the rabbits already" I gritted and she huffed but settled down for the rest of the evening.

I walked through the woods picking herbs and mushrooms. I knelt by the mushroom and dug it up, humming under my breath. It was the song my mother had taught me when she was alive. I sang it whenever I could because it reminded me of her.

Once I was done picking, I hid along the side of the bushes and pulled off my dress, once I was naked I called on my wolf.

Skylar yelped excitedly, the change was sudden, taking over me. Bone cracking and reforming, fur ran over skin, until I was fully wolf, my snout sniffing the air for prey. My sense of smell has heightened with Skylar at the forefront and she was ready and excited for this.

She sprinted off into the woods and the chase began. It took time and effort to get her to hunt the first rabbit, then went in for the next one. She caught it swiftly, tore its flesh and cracked its bone under the pressure of the canine as she ate it. Once she was satisfied she sniffed at the air to trace the stream.

Lapping up water, her gaze caught sight of another rabbit, earning me a deep groan as she jumped after it. She was teasing and playing with it until she got bored.

This wolf!

I'm not letting her take over next time. I jokingly thought.

After she had had her fun filled time, She led me back to where our quarry was, took the meat and led me back home.

"You went hunting again" Ella huffed, she was the Skylarchen staff but had been my nanny for most of my life, she didn't like that I wasn't omega enough.

"How's the cooking going?" I asked, as she took my mushrooms from me, inspecting it with a satisfied hum.

"I needed the rosemary, thank you love" she replied, kissing my cheeks and shuffling back into the Skylarchen.

"I brought some rabbit, it will be good for some rabbit stew too.'' I skipped excitedly and she laughed.

"Go get dressed and join the celebration" she muttered, I nodded waving to her and some of the other girls as I left the Skylarchen.....

I smiled at the memory of how simple life had been. How the little things would make me happy but all those things would now become a memory. I'll never be able to feel or do these things again because my life is going to be over in a matter of minutes.

My eyes popped open as my fathers voice brought me back to earth. "Stop!!" He yelled in desperation, as he reached for my hand and pulled me off the slab.

"This can't happen. I'm not allowing my daughter to be slaughtered, not when I'm alive!" he choked, his eyes filled with tears.

"Father" I whispered and he shook his head.

"No Blair. I reject this" he grimaced in pain.

"Your mother told me to protect you so I can't let this happen, not in something I don't even believe in."

The priestess looked him in the eye, her face stern. "If you stop this you have to be ready."

"You have to be ready for the consequences that will follow." She muttered and I felt my life drop.

My father swallowed. "I will deal with it by myself" he said, his voice soft as he looked at me with deep fatherly emotions.

In a protective stance, he looked up to the priestess, his face full of determination. "I am not killing my daughter." He enunciated it word for word and the temperature in the forest seemed to have dropped to zero degrees.