Luna’s Sins Of The Night

In the night, Amelia was silent. Trying to slither between the woods in silence. She had a homemade crossbow sitting across her extended legs, and a pack of arrows was perched close to her thigh and within easy reach in case of an emergency. Additionally, she had a few knives hidden in her pants' hidden pockets. The only sound emanating from the omega was little, inaudible huffs as she gently inhaled and exhaled. She was sitting in the symphony of the night, surrounded by screeching owls and humming insects, with the wind tearing at her unbound hair. She didn't want to warn the adversary or anyone else, for that matter. She was unaware of who, or rather, what, was nearby. Because Amelia only knew silence, the Omega accepted it. She inhaled deeply and slowly raised her gaze above her, her eyes rolling back. She was always amazed by it. The moon's gentle radiance, alone in the night sky, lit up the area surrounding her and caressed her skin. She was leaning her back against a shattered plaster fragment that was hanging from the wall. Old, intricate paintings of hellhounds were all around her on the broken walls. Typical narcissists and their ilk Among other things, that was one of the qualities she hated the most. Amelia's mouth quickly twisted at that as she carefully examined their omega image. The image showed a back-eared omega submitting to what appeared to be an Alpha Hellhound with a growling muzzle and blazing eyes that twinkled in the dark. She gave him a smirk. These awful eyes Amelia recalled her first encounter with a hellhound. She recalled the screams, the agonized groans, the struggle, and the horrified expressions on everyone's faces as soon as calamity struck, sending a shudder through her body. She could remember the emotional suffering, and oh, how young she had been when the Omega had first experienced anguish. to fail. At such a young age, you shouldn't be hurting in any way. The omega remembered her family being together at one point; they were always the odd ones out in comparison to everyone else. She first didn't get why they were handled in such disparate ways. Her father kept her and her mother hidden and never let them leave the territory of the pack. They only refused her within the span of an eye when she wanted to play with the other puppies in the camp. It hurt. Amelia was never permitted to access the playground when there were other people around. The omega was not old enough. too innocent to properly comprehend. It only took a few years for people to understand that the reason for their treatment was because they were Pure Omegas, a bloodline that was so uncommon that people assumed it was a myth. There were pure betas and alphas, of course, but they weren't as uncommon as omegas. The bloodline of a pure Alpha Hellhound was the only one considered to be as uncommon as that of a pure Omega. These hellhounds looked for pure omegas for this reason. It's all due to an old myth. It stated that the progeny of a pure Omega and pure Alpha Hellhound would be as powerful as anything that had ever existed. But did she really think so? Not exactly, but those selfish jerks tried to seek out the pure breed, so... Because of her identity, her pack isolated her and kept her family at a distance. Some of them even went so far as to assert that Amelia wasn't living proof that pure omega-3s don't exist. A startlingly clear aroma and the sound of legs crunching through the leaves awakened her just then. She snatched another hidden knife out of the ground she'd staked it in as it continued to get closer and summoned her inner wolf to sharpen her senses. The normal and overly tall, muscular Alpha Hellhound soon came ambling through the gap in the trees when the Omega turned to face the exact direction the ominous scent was wafting in from. When the intruder saw an Omega, he immediately came to a stop. a genuine one at that. Knowing that doing so would just draw them closer, she didn't bother to disguise her scent. He licked his lips while c*****g his shaved head to the side in fascination. The hair on the back of her neck shot up in fear as he took a step closer. "Well, aren't you just delectable, standing there with your little knife, Omega?" I have always had an eye for feisty ones," he purred. She detested his tone. Louis couldn't rely on her arrows since the Alpha was too close, and her omega scent had surely already reached the Alpha's nostrils. But she would never let such inconveniences prevent her from making a heroic attempt. She took a deep breath and got up from where she was. The omega growled with an unexpected tone, "Let's see if you'll say the same thing in a few minutes, you devil's creature." The edges of the Alpha's lips curled up in a clearly happy grin as his mouth dropped open in shock at what he had just heard. What made that so funny? Her wish was to rip out his eyes. He continued to go near the lone Omega, saying, "Mmh, that's impressive for an Omega. You may think that you'll be the first in history to have tried to hunt us, but you can't fool me, pup. Tell me, just what are you doing out here all alone, lovely? Did they send you here as bait?" She muttered to herself, "Ah sh*t." She said, "You asked for it, you asshole," as the formidable Alpha was thrown at by the Omega, who had his sword ready to swing over his shoulder. Sadly, the hellhound had jumped out of the way before her sword had even touched his neck. Happy bastard. Due to his action, Amelia found herself in a defensive position in the conflict. She struggled to maintain control of the blade as the Alpha attempted to take it away. He's quick, she reasoned, shooting forward without pausing to consider his move before backing up far enough to strike again. A short while later, he was on the ground, struggling for air and choking on his own blood. Standing above the pitiful Alpha, Amelia smirked as she watched him beg for forgiveness with rapt attention. At the very end, they always do. They were a bunch of sissies, despite their pretense of being such majestic, lofty beings. Her phone rang just then. To see who was calling her in the middle of the night, she didn't even need to glance at the screen. She pressed the green icon near her ear without thinking twice. "Hello?" I assume you're finished with him because of the tone of your speech, which proclaims victory. Amelia huffed and regarded the dimmer and weaker light in those eyes. "Of course. Should I send the photo to you?" From the opposite side, a chuckle could be heard. "No, thank you. Before I had something like that on my phone, I would be dead." Every time, it's so dramatic. She rolled her eyes as she thought. "Fair point, I guess." "Now just act like a regular college student!" *** She was there, in one of New York's most prominent institutions. a one-of-a-kind. Instead of walking into the dimly lit hallway leading to the library, her movements were almost cautious, as if she were entering some sort of sacred space. Even though it had been six months since her acceptance, she continued to regard it as a hallowed space. In her chest, her heart was thumping quickly. This was just amazing! As Amelia sat down and closed her eyes, she could hardly contain her excitement. She had long dreamed of doing this! A goal that had always been out of reach and still is, in theory. It was almost miraculous to be here just now and to have a spot set aside for a pure omega. What does it matter if she lied to get in? Yes, she had no choice. Universities aren't attended by pure omegas. She had to lie because of this. Amelia felt confident that she belonged at the institution and that she was competent. The omega was excellent. Furthermore, it was the truth; otherwise, neither he nor she would have been selected for admission to New York University, let alone received a scholarship along with it. Of course, it had been difficult. On her trip here, she had broken a number of rules and possibly even laws, but to her, it had always been f*****g worth it. If need be, God forbid, the Omega would forge the gender certification once more. With a gloomy smirk resting on her lips, she reasoned that it was irrelevant at this point nonetheless. Amelia was present and intended to remain so. *** Her dreams were abruptly interrupted by the loud ringing of her phone. The instant Amelia forced her eyes open and closed them again, she groaningly awoke. She then rolled over and buried her head under the pillow. The phone rang three times before going to voicemail. It takes about a minute for the heavenly silence to end. Then it rang once more. With her head throbbing and her vision spinning, she threw off the blankets and placed both of her feet on the floor. By the time she was able to stand up into a swaying position, the phone had once again gone dead. However, Amelia lost faith in it and climbed across the room to retrieve it from the pants she had kicked off the previous evening, a carelessly crumpled heap. The phone's screen flashed with two new voicemails. Why is Fred even awake when it's, what, seven in the f*****g morning? The information was placed over the preview of a text from Fred .