Prologue
There is nothing worse than being an omega in a pack full of werewolves. As an omega you are a little more than human, and most werewolves don't like humans. They have feared and hated and hunted us for as long as we can remember. As an omega you are weaker than the rest of the pack. Always being in your human form and never able to help protect the pack from an attack with outside forces, unless you have a weapon like a gun or sword, if you are even capable of doing that much; just like the humans. So when you are born into a strong, renowned and honorable pack like Blue Moon; that makes it twice as hard to be an omega. There are hardly any omegas in the Blue Moon pack, on account of them being so well bred and strong. Thise few unfortunate ones are all but disowned and forced to work as servants in the packhouse or labor workers such as farmers, mechanics and builders. The only way for female omegas to be relieved from such unfair treatment is to find their mates, who were warriors or higher within the pack or from an allied pack. Sometimes though, more often than not, their mate would reject them on the spot. They wouldn't want someone so weak and vulnerable as their mate. The only ones that got accepted were those that were very pretty with great bodies or those whose mates were so much older than them, and were tired of being lonely and childless. I was stuck with a mate that was so much worse.