Omega to Alpha

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his shoulders like a hunter with the price of a dead antelope. The forest grounds moved briskly before my eyes as I groaned in pain over his

He clasped his palm around my thin neck, ready to

me I'll save you. I promise you. If I ever see those legs outside th

us gaze and stormed out of my room. I struggled to

as a harsh reality that I was not prepared to face. All I wanted was a normal childhood, like the boys. That was the birth of my hatred for the pack, and for every warrior-including my father. I felt cheated and deprived. I slept off on the floor where my father

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ear of my kind. But, I grew more hardened, regardless. Life was monotonous

Alpha's advisor early that year since my younger brother, Carl, made a name for himself among the warr

laimed as every other birthday, b

I'm sure the moon goddess has a plan for you too," sh

celebrate. I wasn't leaving my mini prison. It would be another baking spree, and a runny stomach after consuming

side, ready to continue my sleep. The only thing I looked f

his is the best gift a girl from this pack would dream of-"

to goodness knows who? Or being hit by your own mate just beca

ed from my mouth before

Her eyes turned sad but she held on a straight gaze. I looked away instantly, regretting my words. I loved my mother. She was all I had after all.

ere was an awkward silence in the room as I slumped ba

t move

d I can take it back

ly to be wowed by the glisteni

o have it for today. I've just one co

are card on my bed. I gazed at the metal c

just rumors. There's only one way to confirm. I ran out of my room and hugged my mother. Without many thoughts, I wore one of Carl's baggy coats

aiting to hear the rest of her words. It was about to be my best birthday, taking the shortest route t

rooled from afar at the massive structure after minutes of running. It looked better than my imaginations. The front gate was locked

outing. It was a good thing for me. I continued slowly around the structure. A wide passage demarcated the structure int

in awe as I tried entering one of it. Of

y to find an open space that looked exactly like a forest grou

immediately turning around-scared for my life. How did he hear me?

vice. Whose son are you?" the old short man asked. I took few st

htly protruded belly. He walked past me and approached a large tree stump without taking a second look at me. He took a yoga position at the center of the stump. I stood there in sil

is gone, you become weak prey," he whispered loud enough. He spoke with so much wisdom that made me

d yourself, son" he concluded. It felt awkward to be addressed as a boy, but I loved i

ng tone. I heard the footsteps of one running behi

the Alpha