I'm no Luna. I'm an Omega

"Come on Selene." I tell the bundle under the large pink comforter as I head over to the bundle with a plate almost overflowing with eggs and bacon. This just earns a groan and some movement from the girl underneath it as she rolls over. I wave the plate closer to the bundle, earning more movement. Soon a tanned arm pops out searching for the plate in the air but I just keep moving it out of the way. The one sure fire way to get her up being food. "Aloy." Her song like voice whines as she then resorts to flailing under the comforter. "Selene, we're going to be late." I respond placing the plate on the white bedside table before heading to the door to the closet to get her outfit for the day ready. Laying a floral maxi dress over one of my arms I hear her grumble "You're never any fun in the morning Aloy." "Yeah, yeah." I mutter grabbing a pair of brown sandals and heading back out to find Selene practically stuffing her face with the food, her thick dark brown hair a tangled mess. I sigh and lay the dress over the vanity chair and set the sandals on the floor before grabbing the brush off the vanity, going over and sitting behind her, and starting to work the knots out. "Hey, Aloy. You won't leave me tomorrow right?" She suddenly asks causing me to mutter "No, I'm not going to college until you go too. It is my duty to stay with you until I'm ordered otherwise. You know that so why would you think that?" This causes her to turn around, taking the brush that was stuck in a knot with her, and grab my hands, her slightly larger ones almost completely covering my small ones, exclaiming "Not college! Your 18th birthday? Don't tell me you forgot you turn 18 tomorrow and can finally find your mate!" "Birthday? Oh, yeah. My graduation is also tomorrow isn't it?" I respond giving her an uninterested look. I didn't care much for my birthdays and the small celebration my parents, plus Selene, her older brother Alexander, and sometimes his best-friend and probable eventual beta Sam would have that night nor care about the fact this one marks the start of the mate "search" for me. The only thing I'm looking forward to is my wolf waking up tomorrow though she may be angry that I'm ready to accept rejection. "Yes." She draws out shaking her head before turning back around so I can finish my task as she talks "I can't wait to meet my mate when I turn 18. I'll drop Steve in a heartbeat...that is unless it's him. Oh my gosh! What if it is Steve?! That'd be so great. I still don't know why you're not more excited." "Because I'm sure to be rejected anyway." I sigh out finally done with the knots, pulling one of the many hair-ties around the handle of the brush on my wrist, and starting to braid her hair. "You don't know that. So what if you're an omega. So what if you don't look like the rest of us she-wolfs! You're still amazing! I'm sure the Moon Goddess will chose a mate for you that can see that." She says in her "determined" voice, ever the optimist so I respond with a sarcastic "Sure." as I tie her hair before patting her on the shoulder telling her "You only say that because I'm your lady-in-waiting and subsequent friend." "No." She scoffs getting off the bed and heading to the dress and shoes while peeling off her nightgown before getting dressed and sitting to do her makeup, as no matter how much I tried I couldn't figure it out and she liked and wanted to do it herself anyway, while she adds "You are amazing. You never failed a test, you're decent in training, you always know what I want to wear even though you have no fashion sense for yourself, and you can calm my father down even when my mother can't." "Well I have to be good at that to do my job as an omega tasked with taking care of the alpha's daughter." I say getting off the bed and glancing at my reflection in the vanity mirror. A few strands of my always in a half-curled state that didn't know if it wanted to be straight or curly slightly past shoulder length light brown hair already escaped from the low pony I put it in a few minutes ago and that I was still in my looking tired state with the ever present light purple bags under my eyes that were easily visible due to my pale skin that just got burned in the sun, never tanned. Just plain old me, nothing new, just another face in the crowd with the only thing special being my unusual eyes that were a light brown but if you looked closely were actually an indescribable mixture of different shades of brown, grey, blue, green, and even yellow. "Maybe that's why you were tasked with taking care of me. Not that I refused to listen to the older omegas before you." She muses as she turns to face me with her lips pursed so I respond "Sure." Rolling my eyes before telling her "Let's go."  The truth was that even though I was only two years younger and not even trained in the lady-in-waiting/nanny duties I was tasked with taking care of her when, after going through three other omegas before the age of three, my mother was tasked with it hoping a gamma could get the energetic toddler to listen, she had put us together to watch us both and noticed we just kind of clicked. So when I became old enough to take care of myself I was then officially tasked with taking care of Selene too. Though it didn't take long for her to start wanting to take care of herself at the same time too. But it didn't take long for both of us to learn where my place was even with most packs coming away from the harsh treatment and almost slave status for omegas from the past, we were still the bottom rung of the ladder and tasked with the same type of jobs. So when we were in the presence of other pack members, those not within our respective "family" groups, I would do almost everything and follow orders, then when it was just us or our respective "family" groups we would get more "freedom". She would need this if her mate was an alpha from another pack and didn't want me around as some packs still didn't allow omegas, if when Alexander found his mate, thus checking all marks to take over the alpha position from their dad one day, I would be tasked with being their pups' nanny/lady-in-waiting, or if her father just decided to task me with another job. "K." she draws out as she stands and heads to the door. I follow behind her, grabbing her sparkly purple book-bag that was by it before following her down the stairs of the pack house. The sounds of the members of the pack already having their breakfast in the large dining room getting louder. Like normal, Selene gives those we pass a wave followed by me giving them a small bow. And like normal Alexander was waiting for us in front of his car to drive us to the high school as though I knew how to drive, thanks to him, I didn't have a car. He was three years older than me but was my only friend other than Selene and subsequently the also three years older than me Sam. Though the two of them were good looking and could knock the socks off any girl they met; Alexander with his 6'2" tanned self practically shining in the early morning sun, his seemingly always styled dark hair, and blue eyes that sent shivers up most girls' backs and Sam with his 6' shaggy brown haired self, skin girls would kill for, and eyes the color of chocolate, I couldn't see them as anything more than a friend. Which is probably why I don't get along with the few omega and gamma wolves that were around my age and would acknowledge my existence, which Selene's boyfriend Steve, the beta's son, didn't do. The males that did just talking or asking about Selene and the females just talking or asking about the boys or talking about the other males in the pack. I can't understand why most just care about reproduction relationships instead of friendship relationships. Friendship relationships seem more important to me.