Luna's Revenge

Runt of the Family

My name is Corra, and I am a member of the Blue Moon pack. My parents are warriors in the pack. My brother is the Gamma, and my sister is mated to the Beta. I on the other hand am an omega of wolf less than omega. When I turned 16 my family was furious with me for not having a wolf. Despite my family being in the rank in which they are, I was never like them. I was never a fighter, never a warrior, and never a leader. Therefore, the love they once had for me all to disappeared on that fateful night, everyone my age was supposed to have their first shift. At first it was my brother who started teasing me more aggressively than usual. Then my sister started telling everyone she didn’t know who I was or that I had to be adopted. My father started blaming my mother, my mother started blaming me and rifts in our family began. Eventually, my father forgave my mother, and my brother and sister grew closer together.

But everyone started to exile me from all family events and pack ceremonies. This was five years ago now it is 12:30 in the morning, and I I'm here still cleaning up the last couple of dishes in the sink. I have been working for 16 hours today with very little break. That is what happened to an Omega, you get stuck in being a servant to the rest of the pack. Just because of my wolfless state I have become a servant, here in my own pack. I am often called names, sometimes beaten-up, and this was before my family started hating me. The only thing that's keeping me here is the thought of finding my mate. I know that he will love me and protect me. Most people within a pack can usually find their mate at the age of anywhere from sixteen to twenty-one years old. Today is my twenty-first birthday, and my last chance I have at finding happiness with my pack. “Just one more day to go to Corra, then we will find our mate. He will love meand he will cherish us.” I say to myself. Even those who are wolfless can still find their mates. That is the only thing I can hold on to.

I have to believe that I will find mine also or else, I will have no other choice but to bare all of this hate or runaway. Leaving my family would be very hard to do, but continuing to live like this would be worse. I found that my tears were started to mix with the dish detergent. I didn't even know that I was crying. The moon was shining high in the sky. I looked up to the moon and said a prayer. "Please, please if you are up there Moon Goddess, please send my mate to come and rescue me. That is all I want for my birthday."

With all my hoping and daydreaming, I accidentally dropped a plate on the ground and it shatters into one hundred pieces. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts and look around to see if anyone saw and we heard why did. After several moments of frantically searching I realized that everyone must be asleep my house. I quickly go to the broom closet by the back stairs, and grab a broom and dustpan in her hurriedly sweep up the broken dish. “ Oh, dang it. I could have gotten into so much trouble for that. If one of the warriors saw me I would have received lashing for sure.” Yeah you read that correctly, if I or any other Omega is caught not fulfilling their duties with the utmost professionalism and perfection, we are lashed by the higher ups in the pack; warriors, delta, gamma, beta, alpha, they can all deliver the punishment to the omegas. And many times, they lash us without cause, just because. Well ai have nevertheless been whipped or beaten by the Alpha myself. I have just seen him do it to others from afar. To them we are nothing but servants. In their minds since they are protecting us the least we can do is serve them. I hated being an omega. But at least I no longer felt alone and like an outsider. You see, there are twenty of us omegas within the pack of two hundred. and out of those twenty, only half of us are wolfless.

All the omegas bonded together, and those of us who could not shift, grew a special concrete bond. Jared was my all-time best friend. We both became wolfless omegas on the same night, five years ago. We have stuck by each other's side sense. Jared and I have always known each other and hung out in the same circles all of our lives, but sense my family was a bit higher up than his, we never got to really get to know each other. During the full moon ceremony, that all changed. Once we were the only two outof the 10 in the pack that night, that were supposed to shift into our wolves, but didn't. We literally clung to each other for dear life, uncertain of what would happen to us from that moment on once we left the stage. Now I am the one stuck here cleaning, as the newest omegas always got the dirtiest jobs. Jared got a much better assignment, mechanic. He gets to play around and drive all the pack vehicles all day. When there is nothing to fix, he just drives around in a golf cart wandering the property. Lucky.

Once I finished washing the rest of the pots and pans, I put all the cleaning supplies away, turn off the lights, hang up my apron, and leave out the side door. I make the extended trek to my house. The only good thing is that I haven't been shunned so much as to be kicked out of my parents' house. We live near the north side of our packs territory. With two hundred members and growing you can imagine that how far off we live from the packhouse. It isn't too bad, a meer two miles away. But once you have been working for sixteen hours it can feel like twenty miles. I have not been granted permission to purchase a vehicle and wouldn't have even been permited to get my driver's license if it wasn't for Jared. He convinced my parents and the alpha that having another person, aside from the mechanic and personal assistants to go for things was essential during large events that involved visiting packs. Aside from the occasional need to run errands outside of our packs land, I don't get the chance to drive. Right now was one of those times, I really wished I had a vehicle. That way I would be able to drive home and if needed away from my home, my pack.

By the time I had made it halfway to my house, my feet were screaming at me. "Ow, dang it... Ouch man this sucks." Once I saw my house come into view I wanted to run to it as quickly as my body would allow. However, my body didn't feel as inclined as my mind to move any faster than a slow hobble. Ten minutes later I reached the porch and stopped at the bottom step, holding onto the railing. "I so don't want to lift any form of my body, let alone my aching feet. But if I ever want to get inside and into my bed, I am unfortunately left with no other choice." After that little talk with myself, I leaned most of my weight on the right railing and took the four steps one at a time, very slowly and with a lot of effort. Once inside I went over to the couch and sat with a plop. "I turned my body to the left to look up at the staircase that lead to the bedrooms and decided that I was not going to make it upstairs any time soon. "Well couch old buddy, you and I are going to be well acquainted this morning." With that I fell to my right side, kicked my shoes off and was out like a light.