Rise Of The Rejected Omega

The Gathering.

ARIADNE

My hands clench into fists around my blanket. I remember that surge of power I felt when I saved that ungrateful cat but right now, I feel nothing.

I feel so useless.

What if I can't save myself?

The entire room is deathly silent but one of the Omegas suddenly whimpers like a pathetic weakling before the silence returns again. My eyes are still on Gamma Lorcan, watching his every move.

Just then, he folds his arms across his bulk chest and his scary eyes start searching the room, sweeping over the huddled forms of my fellow omegas and scanning everyone's faces.

Who is he searching for?

Is he searching for me?

Instinctively, I perch myself to the wall behind me, wishing I could sink into the wall and camouflage myself in there. His scary eyes keep moving.

Until they land on me.

Fuck.

His eyes stay on me and I can't look away.

Looking away means weakness.

And I am not weak, even if I feel like I am about to die right now.

After a long staring moment, Gamma Lorcan’s eyes finally move past me.

Well, I guess it means death isn't my BFF yet.

My heart calms down a little but I remain alert, especially when I start to hear him speaking to us.

“Alpha Xander has an announcement for everyone,” His deep baritone is amplified by the silence that has fallen over the room. “All ranks are required at the packhouse. Now.”

What? An announcement? Not punishment?

I want to be relieved, but I force myself to watch and wait for the catch.

However, Gamma Lorcan doesn't say anything else before he turns around and leaves like he is dying to grab a bucket of fresh air back at the clean estate where he and other pack elites live like kings and queens.

With him gone, I finally breathe out in relief but then, I feel confused.

Alpha Xander rarely addresses the ‘entire’ pack. Important announcements, yes, but he usually delivers them to the different ranks through his Beta.

But now, he wants everyone, including us omegas, at the packhouse.

“What's happening?” One of the omegas whispers to another.

“Let's just move,” someone else snaps out the answer. “The warriors are waiting.”

And truly, the warriors are indeed waiting.

I climb out of my bed and join the other Omegas. Together, we file out in silence and all of us begin heading to the packhouse which is a little bit far from here.

Outside, the night sky is littered with twinkling stars and a bright full moon that should be more than enough to make me feel calm and relaxed.

However, I don't feel calm or relaxed at all.

A few minutes later, we all arrive at the packhouse and in front of the field there, other pack members from both the privileged and middle class families are already filling up. I watch as everyone sections themselves according to their status and us Omegas are kept in our place. Separate from the elites.

Right there at the top of the dais near a water fountain, I see him.

Alpha Xander.

He is a tall asshole with broad shoulders, ruffled black hair, and a pompous pair of dark green eyes that still irritate me to the core of my being. Back when we were kids, he always bullied me every chance he got and never made me feel like I belonged here.

Only the goddess knows the wretched reason why he wants to speak to everyone now.

Standing right beside him is Vivienne Langston. The beta's eldest daughter. She looks so adorable and beautiful, but everyone knows she is just a spiteful little b***h who wants to be Alpha Xander's Luna at all costs. Also, everyone knows that Alpha Xander wants her to keep sucking that little prick between his legs.

They are not fated mates, but they are dating each other and everyone believes Alpha Xander is going to have her as his chosen mate and future Luna.

Anyway, none of that is my damn business. I just hate that both of them make people like me feel like trash and undeserving to breathe the same air that the Goddess has blessed us all with.

The weather tonight is cold and stings my face. Being the last person on the long queue where I am standing has me shrinking back near the gnarled oak tree behind me to hide myself even better. I chose to be the last person on this queue, and I can't wait to get out of this place and back to my dorm. Right now, different whispers are spreading everywhere:

“What’s this gathering about–?”

“Alpha Xander hardly gathers us all together like this–”

The murmurs keep growing, especially among the elites of the pack. They look so posh and they are indeed everything I am not. Beta Abernathy and Gamma Lorcan take their place at the dais beside Alpha Xander, who then clears his throat loudly.

The instant he does that, a painful squeeze curls inside my chest.