Hybrid

2.

The life of an Omega is rough, especially when the punishments are unfair, pointless, or even petty. Higher ranking werewolves take advantage of them, and they don't realize how much work an Omega does in a day. One Omega has one of the tough jobs, which is cooking for every single person in the pack, which consisted of forty people, and that number increases by twelve if you added the pups and not including the other Omegas. Fifty-two mouths to feed, one hundred fifty-six plates to serve throughout the day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. One person was in charge of the kitchen, and of course it was exhausting every single day, but what other packs never expected, was the cook of the Graystone pack to be a female. She wakes up very early in the morning, showers, puts on her uniform and starts the day with making breakfast for those fifty-two higher ranking werewolves.

The Omega responsible for cooking is Luna-Mae, who had been the lowest rank for as long as she could remember, knowing nothing else other than cooking. It was known to other packs that she had become the best cook in the state of Georgia at the age of fifteen, which brought a lot of visitors to the Graystone pack, to taste the food and form alliances, something Alpha Jacoby loved. Because of Luna-Mae, Graystone formed alliances with nine other packs in the state, and all she had to do was cook and be respectful to the higher ranks, greeting them and cooking for them with a smile. But some noticed that the smile never reached her eyes, which were dull and almost lifeless, no light in her stone gray eyes, which led them to believe that she was miserable. They couldn't say anything to Alpha Jacoby, they didn't know what would happen to her if they did, and they weren't willing to see.

Laying in her small bed, Luna-Mae looked up at the ceiling, finding herself unable to sleep the night before, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, but nothing worked. She didn't know why she couldn't sleep, but she knew she had to get up soon to start breakfast, which would be more simpler than the day before. A small sigh emitted from her nose, turning in her bed and facing the small window. Since she was the cook of the Graystone pack, she had the advantage of getting her own room, which was simply a small attic space. The room was big enough for a twin sized bed, a wardrobe right next to it, a small dresser and a small shelf under the window, filled with books given to her by the other Omegas and neighboring packs, something to do on her free time after she was finished with her job. She was lucky enough to not have to clean the entire kitchen when she was done, but she always took it upon herself to clean up as she went along, just to make things a little easier for the others.

The other Omegas appreciated her, she would always do her best to help them without the others knowing, thankful for her to be in their lives, believing she was blessed by the Moon Goddess. But Luna-Mae didn't know why she would be. Just as she didn't know why or how she had become an Omega. All she wanted to do was fight back against the higher ranks, but if she did that, she would risk the lives of the other Omegas, especially her own if she defied Alpha Jacoby in any way. She let out another small sigh through her nose, pushing herself up, moving some of her untamed curls away from her face, looking around her small room for a moment. Getting up, a small yawn escaped her, turning around and fixing her bed, tucking in the sheet, straightening her comforter and adjusting her pillow, smoothing everything out and making sure it was perfect. Luna-Mae turned once more, taking a few steps to her wardrobe, but grabbing a towel that was hanging on the side.

She was lucky enough to have a small shower in her room, able to properly clean herself before she got to work, which was something she appreciated as well. She stood in the shower, letting the water run down her body, her arms folded over her stomach, simply standing under the showerhead, her eyes closed, just feeling the water. It wasn't as if she was miserable with her life, she loved cooking, she loved putting the smiles on people's faces when they taste her food, but she didn't like being pushed around, blamed for the littlest things and hurt because she deserved to be punished in the eyes of the higher ranks. She dreamed of opening her own restaurant, calling it The Luna-Mae, since her name was more unique than any others she had known, it would be a lavish restaurant with the finest food available and she would be happy, with her mate and maybe even a few children. But then again, it was only a dream.

Luna-Mae shut off the water, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her body as she stepped out, the imperfections on her skin at full view. She walked over to her wardrobe, opening the doors and looking at the clothing that hung inside. The wardrobe held seven navy blue uniforms, one black formal uniform and her shoes, which were a simple pairs of black flats, comfortable but also presentable. The only other clothing she had were pajamas, which were folded neatly on the top shelf of the wardrobe, her underclothes being folded in her small dresser, which only had enough space for her socks, bras, underwear, shorts and tank tops - the last two would be worn under her uniform. She let the towel pool at her feet, reaching over to her dresser, pulling out the things she needed and slipping them on. Fastening the drawstring on her shorts, she reached in the wardrobe and pulled out a navy blue uniform, putting it on and buttoning up the top, as she slipped her feet into her flats.



When she was finished getting dressed, she gathered all of her hair as she walked out, tying it in a bun, letting shorter locks of her hair fall in front of her face as she walked downstairs. The sun had yet to rise, making everything silent in the Graystone pack house. For now. She knew the other Omegas would be getting up soon to begin their work, especially ones who tended to the children and the gardening. And today was lawn day. Luna-Mae walked down the stairs, making her way through the living room, looking at the space, genuinely surprised to see it clean for once. Normally the teens of Graystone like to party and drink when their parents are in bed, which gives the Omegas opportunities to collect the recycling and turn it in for some cash, and they were nice enough to give Luna-Mae half of what they get. As much as she refused, they would always insist, letting her collect over three thousand dollars because of it.

Luna-Mae walked into the kitchen, looking around with dull eyes as her hand instinctively reached for the clean white apron tied on a hook right next to the door, grabbing it and tying around her waist. Since she got up earlier than most of the Omegas, she took the liberty of making them a small breakfast, which was approved by Luna Diane to make sure it doesn't look like they starve the lower ranks. It was obvious that Graystone valued appearance rather than proper alliances, which Luna-Mae assumed would be the downfall of the pack. The cook walked over to the pantry, opening it up and pulling down the flower and everything dry ingredient she needed to make pancakes. Werewolves are known to have hearty appetites and fast metabolisms, with how much they eat, it's amazing how they manage to stay in shape and look like models, so even if Luna-Mae was in charge of cooking, there was a lot she needed to do, even if she was making simple sandwiches.

Every night before bed, Luna-Mae goes to Luna Diane and asks for the menu for the next day, and the cook has no choice but to deliver. For breakfast, Luna Diane chose pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, toast and cinnamon rolls, which meant she had a lot more work to do, but it was nothing new to her. Since she had been cooking for Graystone since she was eight, cooking for a lot of people became nothing to her, being able to stand on her feet for all hours in the day, pushing through pain to get the job done. Alpha Jacoby once said she would make her mate happy some day, and maybe he'd let her leave.

Like that would ever happen

Rolling her eyes slightly, Luna-Mae mixed the contents in the large bowl as the equally larger pan warmed up on the stove, adding cinnamon and vanilla to make it more flavorful, something the pups seemed to love. Luna-Mae heard the sound of footsteps in the quiet pack house, listening to them as she poured a ladle full of batter on the pan, creating a perfect sized pancake, not too big but not too small either. Another Omega walked into the kitchen, causing Luna-Mae to roll her eyes once more, instantly knowing who it was because of the scent,

"Well, you're here early" he said with a smile as he walked over to her, leaning against the counter next to her "how was your night?" looking at her as she didn't respond "how was my night, you ask? Well, it was pretty lonely without you"

He reached out, moving some hair away from her face, only to have her step to the side, away from his touch, looking at him with a glare,

"Maybe you should start your job, Terrace" Luna-Mae said sternly "I'm obviously doing mine, so leave me the hell alone for once in your life" looking back at the pan as she poured more batter

"Oh, come on" he smiled "you know you haven't stopped thinking about - "

"Terrance" another voice said

Both Omegas turned around, their heads lowering at the sound of the voice that belonged to the Head Warrior, Damian.

"Yes, sir?" Terrance asked, clasping his hands behind his back

"It's lawn day" Damian reminded "I suggest you get to work and leave Luna-Mae alone to properly do her job. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir" he nodded

"Then get to work" a stern tone in his voice

Terrance nearly scurried out of the kitchen, walking out of the back door to get started on his job. Luna-Mae looked up at Damian, a smile slowly forming on her lips, turning around and grabbing a spatula to flip the pancakes. Damian was one of the few good higher ranks, he trains the Warriors of Graystone and makes sure everything is running smoothly and had taken it upon himself to train Luna-Mae. It was, of course, behind Alpha Jacoby's back, not knowing that his greatest Warrior was training one of his lowest ranks, the cook for that matter. But Damian saw potential in her, and he was correct. There was no possible way that an Omega could have the amount of strength she had, the way she easily caught on to his techniques and came so close to throwing him down, and that was in her human form.

"You'd figure he'd get the hint after seven years" Damian commented, earning a small chuckle from her

"I don't think he'll ever get the hint" Luna-Mae replied honestly

"Have you heard the rumor?" leaning back against the counter next to her "the Alpha is going to call a big pack meeting in a few days, apparently we're going to be having some visitors from another pack"

"We always get visitors" glancing at him "nearly every week"

"Yeah, but these guys are pretty high up" whispering slightly "like, royalty high"

"Seriously?" looking at him "Graystone has never had any form of Royal visit, at all"

"It's probably another alliance" shrugging slightly "but with a Royal?" shaking his head slightly "we better hope Alpha Jacoby doesn't f**k this up"