The Omega's Bite

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lden light slipped through the branches above me while the wind danced softly through the leaves, carrying the earthy scent of moss and pine across the tr

basket swinging lightly from my arm. All kinds of herbs were in there: Lavender, Wild mint, Silverleaf, and Moonroot. If I found the right b

xcitement bubbled inside me at the thought. I knew Mama would be so happy. Especially

r hands. She always hummed while cooking. It didn't matter if she was sad or was being treated with cruelty; she would hum away like ever

bers whispering behind our backs and hum while hanging laundry. Through sickness, she still hummed softly under her

ranches."You better not burn the crust this t

t I wasn't an omega girl people avoided, mothers didn't pull their children away from me, or that packmales didn't loo

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ifting through the trees from our cabin. The big smile faded slowly because something wasn't right. Usually, I

e cabin, the worse it became. I didn't smell peaches or cinnamon, nor any smoke from the chimney. No sweet warmth drif

side our cabin. There's never been that many around our cabin, not since everyone labeled us as omegas. Some whispered among

s I took a step forward, forcing my feet to move forward as my heartbeat was painfully loud. "Mama?" I said it again, but there was still nothi

d. My knees slammed against the wooden floor near the doorway, pain