Taming The Playboy Alpha

“Freya!” The piercing screech rips through the air as I cup my ears fast enough to block out most of the sound. She doesn’t give me a chance to recover from her attack before sending a large ceramic vase my way. Luckily she misses me just by an inch. Luckily for me, that is. The vase shatters into a million pieces against the wall behind me, a few slashing my skin in the process. I stagger back a bit, clutching the scarred skin on my cheek. It’s going to heal. I’m not worried about a scar, but it did still hurt a lot. However, I dare not scream—not in front of her at least. “You crazy b***h!” She yells out, seething violently as her chest expands and deflates from her heavy breathing. I smell something suddenly. Something is burning. A small cloud of clear white smoke suddenly floats up, drawing my attention to what’s actually burning. The steam iron that had been in my hand a few minutes ago is now flat against the beige shirt I was told to straighten earlier. Now, that shirt was burning under its searing heat. Her shirt, to be precise. Ah, so that’s why she threw the vase. No wonder she’s mad. I switched off the power socket immediately after. Then turn to look at her again, meekly. Her honey brown eyes, much like my doe-eyed ones, flicker with flames of rage, and I immediately know I have to escape from this furious person in front of me. My dearest eldest sister. She lunges forward, and I dodge the other way, quickly dashing towards the exit. “Mom!” She screams from behind me as I dash away to safety. I ran into the dining room, sliding my bare feet against the tiled floor. My three older brothers are already there, getting ready for breakfast. I barely crash into the eldest, ducking below his raised cereal bowl filled with milk. “Watch where you’re going, runt!” He yells angrily, but I ignore him. I run fast enough, past the dinner table, down the inner hallway, straight through an old but sturdy door at the end of the passage, and down the steep stairs into the cellar. I pause momentarily, catching my breath. My chest is pounding too fast. “Freya! I swear, you'd be dead today!” I immediately know I’m not safe. I have to escape before it’s too late, before I’m caught and beaten, like on every other day that I commit ‘sins.’ They called it ‘sins’—my family—because unlike the rest of my Beta-blooded household, I was born a weak omega. To them I was dirt. Unwanted. Hate d. Omega. I quickly turn to the old dryer by a corner in the small, dimly lighted room I stand in, running towards it. I push it to the side, bringing into view a small vent in the wall that I know leads to a tunnel to the outside, farther away from this place. This is my glorious chance to escape. Today is the day everything changes for me. I pull out the vent door, crawling into the small space that easily fits my slender body. I move through it for a while before finally reaching the end and pushing against a huge boulder on the other end till I’m fully free and step out into the open world. The fresh air fills my nostrils with force as I take in a deep breath, briefly basking in the serenity of the natural greens around me. My wolf, Dalia, revels in its beauty. A bold smile stretches across my face. My life of horrors ends today and a new destiny awaits me. One that involves me being reborn into an Alpha. Like the wizard had promised. Yes. Today I’ll transform. From an Omega to an Alpha. It may sound impossible. But that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I dash through the familiar forest with only one purpose in mind—to get to the point we had previously arranged. And soon, I reach a large clearing atop a small hill. Just below the hill, far in the distance, was where it stood, tall and proud, in all its intimidating and classic glory—Crescent Moon Academy. It is a prestigious institution for the Alpha bloodline and offspring of high-ranking werewolves, and every single day, it’s been my dying wish to be part of those highly placed werewolves. Although it is no place for an Omega like me, I still cannot stop myself from fantasizing about what it would be like to belong, to be honored, and to be beautiful and wanted like most of the girls of my age that attended Crescent Moon Academy. The place I had come to stare at every single day of my life. My dream. My freedom. The bushes behind me suddenly move, and my ears prick up on high alert. Had I been followed? Or was it a wild animal? Suddenly, an elderly man emerges from the bushes, and my heart calms, recognizing his familiar face. “You’re here,” he says simply, folding his hands behind him. “Yes, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” I try to mask the desperation and buzz in my voice but only barely. He’s been wearing the same clothes as he’s always worn since the first day I stumbled upon him on my hill. He clearly knows how desperate I am. It only keeps me more on edge, regarding the fact that I barely knew anything about the wizard—except that he is willing to change my life for good. “Did you bring it?” My heart drums in anticipation. He smiles eerily and then digs into the sleeves, pulling out a rainbow-colored liquid. It swirls within the tiny glass bottle, changing color based on what direction the light hits it. I lunge forward to grab it from him, but he pulls back faster. “Not so fast, child.”