Obey The Rogue Omega

Chapter 01

[Warning : Abuse, Dark themes, s****l content, Violence, Suicide and mentions of r**e. This is the only warning you'll get, so you're warned.]

There are a lot of things worse than death, to some, it would be the most merciful even sensible ultimatum you can receive from your own enemies.

Though to Atlas dying was only plan B option, even when life has given him hell the moment he was born. There were a multitude of occurrences Atlas couldn't control, for instance, he didn't ask to be born completely blind and a weak werewolf; a runt practically too.

He was lucky enough his own mother didn't decide to push a pillow on him while Atlas was still a baby back then.

He wouldn't have stood a fair chance.

The young man didn't know if that is any better than where he was today, either way at least he had his caring wolf; Midnight. Moon Goddess knows how grim it was for him growing up missing a sense of sight and he made it a bit easier by lending his good eyes from time to time, Atlas breathed in.

5...

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1...

TTTHHHRRR!

Atlas opened his eyes, upon hearing the scheduled buzz of the day at it's usually time. He was already awake prior to the annoying alarm and just stayed in bed feeling tired in general. But he knew better than to ignore the sound as those who don't follow rules in this hell hole end up with a good spray of formulated smoke, and Atlas can't afford to have Midnight weaken than he already is; they needed each other and they were both all they had. Midnight helped him see, Atlas helped his wolf by being optimistic despite their situation here.

Atlas felt around for his walking cane to the side of his plain bed grasping it, his feet landed directly to where his shoes are. Atlas high enhance hearing picks up the rest of the other young Rogue werewolves getting ready to leave their cages while he puts on his shoes. The second alarm would be in fifteen minutes and he'd have to be ready by then to go outside, which is easier said than done. Midnight yawns inside his head as Atlas smiled at his trusty wolf.

Morning sleepy head.

Good morning, you got up earlier than usual or is this gonna be a new routine of ours? Atlas shook his head replying.

I've just been having some things on my mind lately. Midnight rose an eyebrow.

Still daydreaming about escaping?

Always, who ever said I stopped. And besides this is the year Midnight. You know I'm not hoping for much but it's still better than running on just two feet. Midnight sighed. Don't expect much kid.

It's fine, no matter what you look like.

Atlas felt his wolf nuzzle he side and he continued to getting ready in time when the second buzz was heard, his sharp ears picks up the automatic pad lock combination of his own cell cage move, at this point he's also learned how to distinguish or isolate the smallest and slightest of sounds throughout his years.

Atlas has been memorizing it.

Two turns to the right and one left at twenty first bolt, eight turns back to left then at the tenth turn second bolt lastly, nine turns back to the right and thirty turns for the last pad lock bolt then.

CLANG!

That's just our cell cage, we still have many more locks to get through if we plan to get away from here. Midnight was right, they were going to need all the help they can get, if they want to be free from the likes of those Rogues.

And everyone else.

Making his way outside, his cell cage created an ear stinging beep and the metal collar around his neck, goes on to have this little bright green light that blinks every now and then. Atlas uses his stick to feel his surroundings, but the boy's skin all over has grown to be so ultra sensitive to touches, textures, temperatures, even the air around him Atlas and Midnight felt any changes and him smelling stuff became spot on.

It was a gift and a curse to him.

To know the possible dangers and yet simultaneously not knowing what is to come after them once they try to run.

Most people knew he was blind and took advantage of this more than once. Raping him dry and beating Atlas up, breaking his bones in the secluded parts of this prison domain for young Rogues, it even got to the point where Atlas considered committing suicide. However, that morbid idea was in the back burner, because he couldn't just abandoned the younger ones and be that selfish, who would protect them?

Atlas would, it was in his nature as an Omega werewolf. As long as he's alive.

He wasn't gonna let those kids suffer.

And that's why he has to be strong, in order to prepare for the unthinkable thing no Omega has dared to partake.

He was counting his steps making his way to the cafeteria where he'd have to help around cooking with the rest of the other weaker werewolves like himself. Atlas then felt a whiff of wind towards him, as his cane was kicked out of his hand and sadistic laughter followed.

His lips formed into a thin line, but he remained calm trying to recall which direction his cane went off, this s**t always happens and it wasn't new to Atlas being mistreated and bullied too.

Focus. Atlas told himself.

Snickers from of a group of young Rogue werewolves surrounded him, he can't hear for the sound of the tiny bell that's secretly Atlas attached to his cane.

He turns his head; sniffing.

Atlas had smeared his cane with grass roots a few times now he got from the fields and this way he can smell for it.

On my left hand side. He then lowered himself reaching out when his hand is stomped on making Atlas scream out.

"Ahhh!"

Midnight heard them kick his stick in another direction further away, Atlas tried pulling his hand back yet the pressure on his hand increased, then he realized who it was from the scent.

It's the cruel Rogue Zeta; Praxis.

"What's the matter Atlas? You look a little bit lost?" He smirked mockingly.

He turned his head to the deep voice, Atlas wince. This werewolf has both beat him half dead and r***d him on multiple occasions that being around Praxis has agitated Atlas to lose focus.

M-Midnight he's not letting go, what-t should I do!? Atlas mentally panicked.

We're just going to the cafeteria to help cook with the others. You need to let us go. The taller male's eyes flicker darker.

Praxis grabbed Atlas's neck.

Since when were you permitted to talk back to me OMEGA! Praxis wolf; Snap asked, holding Atlas up in his strong grip his legs dangling off the floor and hanging like a plaything; which he is.

For Praxis and everyone else who saw Atlas as nothing more than an item. A toy they can play and break whenever.

Well? I'm waiting for an answer.

Atlas desperately clawed at the hand on him as his lungs yearns to breath again properly, Midnight also feeling harshly suffocated. Atlas begged. "I-I'm so-orry."

BANG!

His back crashed into the wall and he felt knocked out, more air leaving his system. that huge impact was going to bruise badly after. Atlas's slim form fell down on the side of the hallway. The Omega knew, nobody was going to help him, because Praxis was the top dog around here. He was really screwed.

You're sure growing some balls, aren't you now Midnight? Maybe...Oh I don't know. Snap trailed off tauntingly and Atlas knew, he wasn't done with him.

Maybe you should be reminded of your role in this world, along with your slut of a human. Praxis nodded. "Yeah, it be insulting if I didn't make sure you know your place, like everyone else here."

Praxis chuckles. "Which reminds me."

Atlas raised his hands up. "No pleas---"

An effective kick lands on his ribs and the weaker werewolf groaned in pain, Praxis forcibly yanked at his charcoal curly hair making Atlas look upwards.

"WHAT THE f*****g HELL DID I JUST SAY ABOUT TALKING BACK TO ME!?" Praxis bashed his head onto the ground in repeated process, while The Zeta stressed out heavily to Atlas's ear side.

"KNOW. YOUR. PLACE! YOU b***h!"

Atlas began feeling the familiar drip of blood go down his head, as Midnight is whimpering inside his mind helpless. Just when he thought Praxis left him after being bored of this, his ears and brain recognized the sound of a zipper being quickly pulled downwards.

Praxis smiled down at Atlas. "Tsk, Oh baby. Look what you made me do. If only you'd just been a good boy." He felt two feet stand on either side of him as Atlas weeps, but knew Praxis is taking it easy on him. "Open wide Omega."

I hate this Atlas thought.

He obediently does as he's told, though instead of a d**k being shoved inside his mouth like Atlas anticipated. He is meet with the taste of...urine, and then, The Zeta shoves his p***s into his wet mouth in the middle of the hallway.

underestimate me, while you can.

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Author's Note :

Beware this one is intense.

Abuse, r**e, Violence, Humiliation, Discrimination, Dark themes and other f****d up s**t will be present in this book. I might not put labels on it this time, because it kinda spoils the story before hand. So sorry if my spelling and grammar are off, I'm dyslexic and English isn't my mother language.

For now, this is only a sample guys because I just got started on it, and fuckkk I still have other projects in the draft department. What are your thoughts on Atlas and Midnight?

You're all welcome to join the "Praxis hate club" but he maybe just the tip of the iceberg here. Zeta werewolves are Pack warriors So please, be advised that more crazy, stronger, cruel, and abusive characters will pop up as the story goes, it's a prison for young Rogue werewolves after all.