Torn Between Mates

#2 The Unwanted Omega

"Umm…" Ella covered her mouth tightly. Her moans got louder despite her trying hard to keep a low profile as she m*********d in the public washroom of the pack house. It was not something she enjoyed. It was the only option she had to resort to getting a release. The heat was like a curse to her. Unlike she-wolves of her age, she still had to go through it because she was a virgin. The effects of heat became unbearable to ignore. She was unsure if it was her desperation to save herself for her mate. Or it was the denial that nobody ever wanted her.

She was the unwanted wolf of the wealthy and famous wolf pack, the Bluemoon. They were a close second to the Blackmoon pack. The word was that whoever found the most suitable Luna, that pack would become the most powerful and dominant pack for decades.

Ella suppressed her moans, feeling sorry for her fate. A teardrop escaped her eyes. Even though her name was Ella, she would never become a Cinderella. Her life was so desperate that she was afraid to even imagine a fairy tale happy ending for her. She was an unwanted, outcast wolf with no privileges, parents, or qualifications to support her. The story that was forced upon her made everything more difficult for her. She barely had a childhood. She was barely enjoying her prime. The only thing that was hers was the small basement room with a window more like a skylight. The things she had in the room were the broken or thrown-out items she had sneaked inside in the darkness or when no one was around.

Her only hope was to find her true mate. She knew it was almost impossible in the current era. No wolf would ever get attracted to her pale, weak, unpleasant appeal. She was someone easy to pass over. So who would even take a chance with her to find out if they were mates? She felt it was a curse that they couldn't determine mates without getting physical. Nothing was ever easy for her. Why couldn't they simply smell and recognize their mates like in the good old days from the old books?

Ella knew no one would date her, especially afraid she might be their mate. Also, she was conservative. Everyone wanted to date and check for s****l compatibility first. Dating was a whirlpool of s****l expeditions. With their libido, wolves become reckless once they get sexually active. Once they get the taste of lust, they cannot stop coveting more.

What has become of the world? Why does no one sit in a park or run through the forests? No one talked about their desires or their scars anymore. Everyone wanted to portray how strong they were. She felt like she was the only invisible one with real-life problems. Was she in crisis mode? How many of them exchanged handmade gifts or flowers? It is all about flashy and expensive gifts while he cannot afford one. The few who found true mates were probably not looking for one.

She sighed, trying to finish it before anyone came to the washroom. Even though it was highly unlikely, since she was using the common washroom. Probably only her room didn't have a washroom. But still, she didn't want to take any chances and become more sufferable. Also, she was scared of attracting unmated or unmarked werewolves. It was the only thing special about her that would make her desirable momentarily. They would want her only for one night, without even caring to check her identity. It would be all about her virgin body.

Ella imagined random ghastly things that her mind took her. She tried to get a release discreetly before the other wolves returned from their morning training.

Ella thought of ways to take part in the ball. She knew it was an impossible dream for her that would never materialize. She would be the invisible steward at the party with a zero chance of finding and mingling with other pack wolves. Probably it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to find someone who would be slightly interested in her, since they didn't know her terrible past. Her pack loathed her. After all, she was a lowly omega with more work than she could do.

She hated the hierarchy system. Because of that, no one ever tried to befriend her. She was too little to bear all that blame she was charged with, notably when she didn't remember any of it. She didn't commit any mistakes! To Ella because it did no good for her. She failed to understand it. To the power-hungry wolves, everything was about birth and muscle power. Life was too burdensome, especially when even the other omegas treated her as a castoff. Over the years, she failed to understand the absolute faithfulness everyone offered to their alphas, no matter how wrong they were. Were they Gods?

But did she assert her position in the pack? No. She was confident they would throw her like trash the day she stepped up for her dignity. She was scared to imagine a life after banishment as a rogue. She had no place to go, and no one to care about her well-being. No other pack would probably accept such a miserable, lowly omega like her if she wanted to run away or seek refuge. At least here, she was alive, even if it was a life in the shadows. Or was it because toxicity is addictive? Has she gotten used to it? It scared her. But what terrified her more was the mere thought of becoming a rogue. In no time, she would end up dead by some pack or werewolf hunter. Or worse, what if she gets raped? Here no one wanted her.

A teardrop escaped Ella's eyes. It was a wasted life! When she heard some noises outside, she tightened her hand against her mouth and increased the speed of her fingers. She didn't have the luxury of spending time on a whim because she was having restless thoughts. She had to do a lot before the wolves returned tired and hungry from their training. She didn't want to get scolded again, especially by him. That mere thought somehow gave her goosebumps. Suddenly she felt the familiar feeling of the muscles contracting. When she finally reached her capstone, it became even more impossible to resist her moans. She was scared someone was outside. When she finally came on her fingers, she collapsed on the floor, hot water running over her naked body as she sobbed.

When the noise stopped, she finally came out of the washroom. Alas! It was him. He was standing by the door, smirking. She was caught. But did he find out about her virginity? Probably not. Otherwise, why would he look at her like she was a joke? Or was she that undesirable? Several thoughts clouded her mind.

"Are you going to keep us hungry?" He smoldered, a confident, daunting smile plastered on his handsome face. Not only did his looks resemble those of the devil, but he was the devil himself.

"Alpha, Levi!" She bowed, swallowing hard. When he didn't reply, she looked up, forcing herself to stay still.

"Hurry!" He chuckled as if taunting her.

Ella didn't utter a single word. She brushed past him without replying. It made her feel restless like she would choke in his presence. His presence had always made her uncomfortable- like her heart would race unexpectedly and she felt dizzy. He scared her like those creatures from nightmares.

She had an agonizing sleepless night because of the heat. Her entire body ached from exhaustion. But she rushed along the stairs to avoid Levi's wrath. If he was back from training, everyone else would have returned much before. She was afraid there would be a riot in the kitchen. She was terribly late for her morning chores because she had to get a release to get through the day without any events. When she found the hall empty, she took a deep breath of relief. She looked at the clock. She wasn't too late. Levy probably had some urgent business to attend to. She bustled into the kitchen, hoping to finish everything on time. Cooking for the packhouse was one of her many duties.

When Ella reached the kitchen, her jaws dropped, her mouth forming a big O and her eyes popping like one of those cartoon characters. She gulped hard a few times in bewilderment. How was something like this even possible? She scratched the back of her head, feeling like pulling out some hair in anger. She had cleaned everything before going to bed last night. Then why did it look like the devil had a party with his demons? Why do these freaking wolves have late-night parties? Or do they do it intentionally to keep her on her toes? Or did an earthquake happen while she was asleep? Or did they have an orgy in the kitchen? She sighed in melancholy. How would she wind up the mess on time?

Ella groaned. There were no ifs, buts, and how. She had to tidy up and cook on time if she wanted to ignore Levi’s, Loui's, and other pack members' wrath. She needed to maintain a low profile to continue her studies. If she made any mistake, they could stop it in a blink. It was her only way of escape.

She cussed and cursed, but she worked like someone possessed to finish her chores on time. She hurried not to get herself in more trouble.

Ella half-heartedly cleaned the dishes again, picked up the broken shards, and wiped the kitchen top and the floor. She then made sandwiches, omelets, and pancakes. She took out the croissants from the fridge to bake them. She prepared fresh fruit juice and hangover juice. She brewed some coffee for herself and others. By the time she finished her errands and was ready to slip out of the pack house, Loui stopped her.

“Pretending to have not seen me, wolf?” Loui mocked Ella, twitching her lips, and playing with her long hair with her elegantly manicured fingers.