Little Omega

Chapter Eight

Scotty's P.O.V

I have been held captive by these psychotic for 2 weeks, 5 days, 9 hours, and 28 seconds but hey who's counting. Oh, wait that's me because I'M STUCK WITH SOME PSYCHOTIC, WHINY, SPOILD, OBNOXIOUS BARBIES f***s!!!!!!!

They be like "OMG that outfit is so HOT, Drake will love it." or "Ash won't be able to keep his hands off you." or "Wear this and you will definitely have pups tonight." Each and every comment piss me off so much and they know how mad it makes me. They rub it in my faces that they get to see my mates and feel up on them, while I, their prisoner can do nothing about it. This has been a process, day in and day out. If only I could get my hands on their scrawny little throats, I would crush their windpipes and relish in the wheezing and gasps as they struggle of air. They beat me every day. In all honesty, it’s not much different than my usual routine at the pack house. All I have to do is sit here and they take their anger out on my body. I do not have to cook. I do not have to clean. I do not have any chores what so ever. I would still rather be doing the chores then listen to them whine and having them come back here smelling like my mates. Beating I can take. Name calling and threats, no problem. You just slowly become numb to it all. Mates on the other hand, that is a whole new ball park. Anything involving your mate just makes you so sensitive to it. Mates make or break you, permanently. If they hit you or tear down your walls and just make you hate yourself, there is no bouncing back from that. If they cherish you and treat you like a king or queen. You will be on a permeant high. Every time they come back I smell my mates on them, but they seem so pissed. They yell how it's my fault they do not love them, and I used a witch to cast a spell on them, so they love me instead of their 'true' mates. Those who crave power just become so lost in their own delusions. It’s sad really. They need to take a hint and back off.

I can't take much more of this. Why can't they understand that we are meant to be together? It has been decided before any of us were even born. I am made for them and they are made for me. I know that those Barbies have someone out there especially made for them. Someone who will love them for who they are. Someone who will cherish every moment spent together. Mates break you and put you back together into an improved you if it is done right. Not all relationships are easy. They take time to build and maintain. Ryder, Drake, and Ash are not for them. They are not meant to be. They are meant for me.

I miss my mates so much; I feel like I cannot breathe without them. They are my oxygen, my gravity, my world. Then will never know though. I can feel my wolf getting weaker and weaker each day. I know I won't be able to last much longer. My life may not have been a good one. My life may not have been easy, but it was my life. The only life I will have. I wanted to make the most of it. There is one thing I regret in my life. I may not have known Ash, Ryder, and Drake for very long, but I love them with every fiber in my being. They never made me feel inadequate or like it was a disgrace to breathe the same air as me. I just never had the guts to tell them. Looks like I never will. They have changed my life in such a little time it's unreal. I just wish so desperately I could tell them this. I want them to know how much they have impacted me.

I try every single day to mind link my mates, hell anyone but my wolf is too weak. It doesn't help that they feed me little to nothing. I wish I had a chance just one chance to say I love them. To explain my shitty life. Why everyone hates me. I just want that change. I want to be able to be myself around them.

I miss Ash's warm storm-grey eyes, his soft black hair, his light pink lips.

Ryder's electric blue eyes, with smooth blond hair, his dark pink lips.

Drakes comforting forest green eyes, his fluffy looking brown hair, his light red lips.

You know what's sad. We never even kissed. Pathetic right? Questions and doubt that I have been trying to suppress start to surface.

Are they looking for me? Probably not. Why waste resources and time on you?

Do they care? No. You were just a toy that was fun for a while

Did they even notice I'm missing? Why would they?

Will they just forget about me? You're just a pathetic Omega. You are a nobody that offers nothing to others.

Did they love me? Ha! Love you? They could barely stand you!

Will I die here? It is what you deserve.

Am I better off dead? Yes. It would solve a lot of problems.

The only thing that calms me down even a little, is singing so when those Barbie bitches are gone that's what I do. Maybe if I sing long enough and loud enough someone will hear me. I've had no success yet but I'm going to try. I wonder where music came from. Do you think all people who play instrument or trying to escape from something as well? Maybe they find it easier with instruments than people. Inanimate objects don't judge you like people would. Do you think the people who first created music just lonely people? do you think they got bored? How did they have evolved music? How do we come up with new genres of music? Is it about music that racings the tune of your soul no one else can. Maybe only feel that way because I am a lonely soul. maybe I feel that way because I just want to connect to something, anything. I start singing 'World So Cold' by Three Days Grace. It is not much but singing keeps me from losing that last shred of sanity from snapping. It gives me some comfort, even in this godforsaken place. Before I could finish, there is a resounding thump, of metal hitting concrete.

Ryder's P.O.V

It has been 2 weeks that our mate is missing

2 weeks since I have held my mate.

2 weeks since I have seen his breathtaking smile that lights up his whole face.

2 weeks since I heard the beautiful melody that is his laugh.

2 weeks since I have seen his beautiful green eyes that look like the key to life itself.

I- no we, we need our mate. I can feel his pain. Since it's not my pain but Scotty's it's not the full effect and let me tell you. It hurts like a fucker and it's not even mine but my mates. We can all feel his wolf getting weaker from the strong bond we have formed. He's slowly dying and that means so is our precious Scotty. I can't lose him. He is my world. Same for Ash and Drake. Without him, we all would be nothing and would happily die if it meant we could be with him for the rest of eternity. I want to know everything about him. I want to know what his favorite color is. What is his favorite season? Holiday? Favorite food? What about his fears? What makes his heart want to burst from his chest in terror? What does he want to conquer? Does he love me like I love him? I want to know it all. I want to be there for every accomplishment he has so we can celebrate with him. I want to be there if anything tragic happens, so he knows he will always have a shoulder to cry on. Even just being in his presence is an amazing high in itself. Just, please be okay Scotty. I do not, no I cannot live without you in my life.

I never thought it would be lucky enough to find my mate so young. I'm lucky enough to share it with people I consider brothers. Drake, Ash, and I are not needed to each other just Scotty. I’m really glad that we grew up together for I fear we would have fought for his attention and affection. I would never want that to happen but the meat bond very persuasive thing. I remember when we first found Scotty. Or he could run. When he fell from that tree I was the lucky one who caught him. As we took our slow track back towards the Jeep I remember we had a conversation about what would happen now. I know for a fact I wasn't the only one worried about a jealous Wolf. That wasn't the case for us. None of us saw the other as a threat me to our meet. Were able to talk it out rationally without a testosterone induced overdrive ruling our emotion. It sucked that I was the one driving because Drake and Ash got to stare at her beautiful made the whole ride back. I was just stuck with a small task of keeping us on the road and alive. Best day of my life. I got to meet my mate I get to keep my best friends in my life. What more could I possibly ask for. Easy for us if only things were so easy for us. Biggest problem was Alpha Greg, my father. alpha and he is a great Alpha and an exceptional father he just hates Omega with a burning fiery passion. I know it's not his fault. That's just how he was raised. My grandpa was exactly like him. same for my great grandpa. So, on and so forth. The heat was passed down through the generations. Just never stopped stuck to me.

I was brought out of my own personal pity party by my office door being slammed open. Ash and Drake came in looking frantic but hopeful.

"We found Scotty's scent on those 3 whores who always try to get weasel their way into our lives." Drake practically yelled as he rushed towards my desk. "Where are they?" I asked impatiently. "They fled," said Ash with such sorrow and venom in each word it was palpable in the air. "I'll send some warriors to hunt down their scents, as will we. Let's go get our mate back boys." I ordered with a silent promise for blood.

With that, we left in search of those bitches. When I find them, I'm going to make them regret taking the love of my life. They will know what true pain is when I get my hands on them. I will make them regret the day their parents even met and paint the walls with their blood. They f****d with the wrong family. That is what we all are, family; Ash, Drake, Scotty, and I are a family. You can never take that away from us. Hold on little mate were coming for you and were never going to let you go once we get you back. Ready or not, here we come.