The omegas mate

Chapter 1: Omega or pup

First thing in the morning, I was up and running down the stairs so fast I tripped and fell face-first into the carpet. I didn’t let that stop me, and jumped back up and raced into the kitchen to pour myself some of the lucky charm cereal before Samara or Jake finished it off.

Samara and Jake were only ten and nine, but I knew how crafty they were. Sitting down I tucked into my food, smiling happily to myself.

Samara had been behind me and stopped running when she saw me already eating some, huffing, she stormed past me. Opening up the cereal box, she looked inside and saw there was still some left, relaxing she breathed a sigh of relief and poured herself some.

Jake was still asleep seeing as it was only seven in the morning, so we both ate our breakfast in peace.

Our alpha Markus walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. Samara was sat opposite me in the chair against the wall and laughed when Markus walked past me and ruffled my hair so that it fell into my face and then my cereal because it was so long.

Considering we lived in an eight-bedroom home, basically a mini mansion in my eyes, the kitchen was pretty small. The walls were painted white and had a couple of shelves on with fake little plants, as none of us were good at keeping real plants alive.

By the black sink, there was a sign on the window sill that said ‘there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy’ I liked that sign.

The floor was wood Lino and the table we sat at was a wooden one with wooden chairs, nothing dramatic, but it was a nice place and gave me Bohemian vibes.

Now I thought about it, the whole house was painted white, how Markus kept it so clean was beyond me.

The carpet in the hallway was beige and again, there was a shelf or two that had some cute little fake plants on and an ornament or two while the wall had a frame that said, ‘home is where the heart is at’

The living room had a big corner sofa that was black leather and wood Lino flooring, and again was decorated with similar decor to the kitchen and hallway.

When I had finished my cereal, I made my way up to the bathroom which was, you guessed it! White walls, a shelf with a cute fake plant. It had a bath and a shower.

I looked in the mirror at myself and sighed at the drying milk in my hair. I noticed my piercing green eyes looked happy and alert, no hint of tiredness, I had always been a morning person.

I had sharp almond shaped eyes and the green of them stood out stunningly against my black skin. I was a slightly darker skin tone than Halle Berry, the actress, to give you an idea. I didn’t know my true ethnic background, as I had been adopted when I was a baby.

I had been found on the doorstep of an elderly couple and taken into care. It had been Markus’ wife and mate Arabella who had wanted to adopt me. Markus had been very reluctant at first, werewolves didn’t exactly go around shouting out what they were to the world, and they had no reason to believe I wasn’t human.

Except I hadn’t been human, and when I reached the age of ten that was when I started to show symptoms of being something other.

Arabella or mom as I called her, had always treated me like a princess and if you asked Markus who I had never felt quite appropriate calling dad as he just had too much alpha in him to be anything other than alpha to my wolf, well, he would tell you mom had treated me like a baby for far too long which is why I acted like a big baby now at the age of twenty-five. He loved to tease me about this in a playful way.

They had first noticed a difference when I started to have more tantrums, then I’d become more hungry, but it hadn’t been just hungry, it had turned ravenous until one day I had opened a packet of raw meat and felt more satisfied than I had in weeks.

I told mom, and that’s when she began asking me questions without giving away what she was trying to find out. Was I tired more than usual, was I angry more than usual, did my eyes ever hurt, that sort of thing.

I had said yes to everything, but it wasn’t until one argument when I had refused to go to bed and had screamed back at her, “no!” My eyes had bled to a dark yellow.

That was when mom had sat me down and explained what I was and what was happening to me. I hadn’t understood at the time why she had been shaking as she spoke, but now as an adult I understood, she had been in shock to learn that of all the babies she could have adopted she had happened to adopt one that was a werewolf.

It was pure luck for me because if I had gone through the change alone with human parents, I could only imagine the horror that would have entailed.

The change had been excruciating the first time and I really thought I was going to die as my body had twisted and contorted in unnatural ways, my blood had felt like it was being replaced with fire as it burned through my veins and my gums had felt like someone had stuck sharp razor blades into them as fangs replaced my human teeth.

The change was still just as painful but over time, your body learned this new condition, and you could train yourself to change faster, so instead of half an hour of agony it was down to ten minutes.

I also had become so used to changing that I had become somewhat desensitized to the pain so it was more tolerable then horrifically unbearable.

We usually had our first change at the age of sixteen. The more often you changed the more you adapted better to the pain, so Markus always had the pack change at least twice a week.

Mom had gotten Markus to help me during my first change, I had been too scared to be left alone to privacy, so he had seen me in all my n***d sweating glory.

He never made me feel embarrassed for it, and I was forever grateful. He had gently dabbed me with a wet cloth to wipe away the sweat, and so I didn’t overheat to the point of passing out.

It had been like being in labour or so I thought from what I had seen of pregnancy shows. I had been sweating, panting and writhing In pain and wanting mom, but she couldn’t be there because you lost all humanity when you changed to your wolf form.

It took on average around two years to learn to control yourself in wolf form, you still had the intelligence of a human, which is why we were able to learn to control ourselves eventually, but we had none of the humanity, only primal basic animal instincts.

I had been locked in the cage Markus kept in the basement for wolves who needed to learn control, if he didn’t do that then there was a pretty high chance of hearing a report about a number of half-eaten human bodies.

We could turn into a wolf whenever we wanted, but on the full moon we were forced to change no matter what, so it was a good idea to never make plans that involved being in public on days of the full moon.

I pulled myself out of my overthinking and looked back at the mirror at myself. My hair was down to my waist and had naturally tight curls. My hair was naturally blonde too, kind of, it had tones of black running through it and the top of my head was more black in color.

People always thought I dyed it, but I had never dyed my hair in my life.

Mom was always saying I would look like a model if I put even a little bit of makeup on.

Mom had always been a girly girl with long blonde hair that went down to her hips, she always curled it softly at the ends.

She had dark blue doe shaped eyes and Cupid bow lips, and she was amazing with makeup, she usually had Smokey black eyeshadow on the outer corners of her eyes and a soft color like cream or very light gold with a light shimmer on her eyelids.

She always did the most perfect cat eye with her eyeliner and if I did ever decide to try makeup it would be mom I’d have teaching me.

Her lips she usually wore warm and more natural tones and with her slender figure, she looked like a model herself, I had long grown used to all the teen boys and men staring at mom and so had Markus seeing as he never seemed to get angry or possessive.

The good thing about being a werewolf was definitely the aging side of things, maybe because we were both human and wolf I didn’t know, but we lived for two lifetimes instead of just the one, and we didn’t age physically for whatever reason, hormones? But it was nice to know that when I was around eighty-something years of age, I would still look like this. It was usually around twenty when the aging process stopped.

When it came to the men, Markus made sure they were built like warriors, he had them working out and training every day on top of learning MMA.

Markus was muscular and big at 6,2 with dark brown hair that was styled into a tousled look, no doubt done by mom.

My hair was annoying to wash and dry in a way so that it didn’t become a complete frizzy mess, so I opted to just wash that small piece that had been affected by the milk and slathered it with oil after and considered myself done.

I made my way downstairs and jumped into Markus’ lap making him groan in pain.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulder I cheerfully grinned, “hey!”

Frowning he gave me the evil stare and looked back at his phone when he asked, “what do you want Hazel?”

“Pfft, well, hello to you too.” I grumbled.

He finally put away his phone and looked at me. “You’re way too old to still be sitting in my lap, get off.”

His words stung, and I tried holding back the tears. I had always been a strong empathic person and took things too personally.

It must have shown on my face because when I went to move off him he yanked me back by the back of my white t-shirt and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry, that was mean, I didn’t mean it. You know you’ll always be my baby.” He kissed the top of my head and I slowly felt better, but still got up.

As I went to walk away, he grabbed my hand stopping me and asked, “what did you want?”

“I wanted to know why the whole pack is coming over today.”

“Oh, nothing to worry about, we have someone new joining our pack. His old pack had too many dominant wolves, so they’ve had to let a few go.”

Markus sounded excited by this, and so I asked, “why do you sound so excited about it?”

“He’s second in command in his pack and he will be here too. He’s one of the best fighters in the world, we will be safer and stronger than we’ve ever been.”

My frowning face had him adding, “he is the only wolf out there that feels comfortable using guns and weapons rather than just his claws, probably helps he was in the special ops forces before joining a pack.”

I didn’t say anything about the weapons part and hoped nothing showed on my face. I tried to nod and act calmly before making my excuses and walking away.

When I was back in my room, I relaxed. I had always had my own fascination with guns and had watched every YouTube video, every war film and even been to target practice until I had learned to hit perfectly in the middle without ever missing.

No one knew this as I knew if mom or Markus found out they would go nuts. If I had been anything in a past life, I knew it had to be a soldier or something else that involved guns, it was an obsession for me.

Mom had always been very overprotective of me and at first, Markus had tried to tell her to not smother me so much, but when I had reached eighteen everything had changed.

Markus being alpha, had been the first to notice. I wasn’t like the other wolves, I had always been happy and positive and playful growing up, but as I had reached adulthood I didn’t change.

The other wolves were tough, both male and female, they would fight with one another in wolf form as well as human form for practice and also to see who was more dominant.

The two second in commands were Lydia and Dylan. Lydia did a lot of heavy weightlifting and was huge, she was five foot eleven with long blonde braided hair, while Dylan wasn’t too far behind in the muscle department and had black hair and was six foot.

The other wolves were dominant, but not enough to be considered second in command. I was none of those things, I still had the happy-go-lucky personality of a child and the playfulness, and at one point mom had even taken me to see a professional to see if I had some developmental delay with my brain or some s**t, I didn’t, I was of sound mind and had no underlying mental illness or anything the doctor could see.

I just had a young minded way of seeing things and behaving. That’s when Markus had started looking more into the wolf side of things with me. If there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me, then there must be something about my wolf that wasn’t right.

I remembered watching him stay up late researching and looking into mannerisms of wolves and their behaviors, even real wolves, and when he wasn’t doing that he was making calls to other packs to inquire for information without revealing what it was for or about.

It was a year later when he came across something that finally explained what I was.

There was no such thing as an omega in werewolf packs, not in our day and age anyway.

Reading through an old journal he had been given by another alpha, Markus found that every couple of hundred years or so, an omega would be born.

There hadn’t been an omega born for almost two hundred years until now. I was an omega, and none of us knew what that meant.