My Obsessed Alpha

Chapter One

HELEN.

“Finally! They are coming back! I can't wait!”

The annoying, screechy squeal is enough to startle me from my daydream.

The peace was nice while it lasted.

A whole thirty minutes of no mention of the returning Alphas.

Pure bliss.

“I know right? So many Alphas to choose from!”

“You mean so many horny Alphas ready to choose. Do you think we can have more than one?!”

“The rules state we can't refuse them when they choose us. So, yes if we are chosen by numerous Alphas who are we to refuse.”

Ugh.

You could at least pretend to have some decency.

Today is the way we celebrate the return of the trained warriors and future Alphas.

They are taken from several packs to be trained and tested in every form so that they can serve and lead diligently when the time arises. They are deprived of any form of pleasure or gratification to ensure that they remain focused.

It is customary that a pack hosts their welcome party where the wolves are allowed to select female wolves to mate with and the shelves must answer, not that any woof would want to refuse.

As it can be noticed earlier, most of them are horny sluts.

Okay, that is mean.

Not all of them, just some.

Still, no one can refuse them.

This time it is the Orion pack that will be hosting the party.

My pack.

Well, not exactly my pack… you are I was- am a captive of a now decimated lack taken to be a space and omega in their pack.

My job is to clean, cook, and serve.

Not to be heard, not to be valued.

Completely overlooked.

Which is fine by me.

Truly, I am grateful for the stigma of being an omega, if not, I would have been hounded for my looks.

With a curvy and well endowed body, curly raven black hair, gray eyes, and pouty lips, I know I am a looker.

But thanks to being an Omega, no one wants to be caught with me.

They would rather die.

“Ugh,” one of the voices sounds above me and I look up to awe the resident b***h, Taylor glaring down at me. “What are you doing here?” she demands. “Don't you know our guests will be arriving soon? Do you want to offend them with your repulsive self?”

I can't help but scoff internally.

For some reason known entirely to her, she seems to resent my very existence.

A sneaky thought says it is because of my looks, but I don't give it much credence.

She is beautiful too, at least until she opens her mouth.

She has straight red hair, with startling blue eyes, and a lean and lithe body, with well proportioned curves.

Sure we are both different body types but she is beautiful too.

Nevertheless, she hates me.

“I was ordered to clean up this place. If you have a problem with that you can take it up with the Luna,” I tell her.

“Are you talking back to me, omega?! She demands.

“No, I was answering your question.”

“Come on, T. Let her be, she is not worth it. Besides, we still have to prepare for our dear brace wolves,” Tessa, her slightly same but still bitchy friend says as she gets between us.

“Hmm, you are right. We are going to be with warriors and to be Alphas, there is no point wasting our tune in filthy omegas that will amount to nothing.”

“I will settle for not being a slut,” I mutter under my breath.

“What did you say?!” she demands as she whirls at me.

“I said I still have the greenhouse to clean,” I deliver with the most saccharine smile I could muster.

“Hmm, you better do a good job with it. It will do you well not to embarrass us,” she says as they both walk away.

“What an idiot.”

We do not have a greenhouse.

Fortunately, I manage to finish with all my chores and retire to my rooms just in time for the cars to start arriving.

From my window at the attic, I see several -yes, devilishly sexy, handsome- wives alight from them to the cheers of the other wolves, mostly the female ones.

I count at most seven, future Alphas, each of them with at least six warrior wolves by their side.

You calculate all that and you have forty nine wolves.

Forty nine wolves and over three hundred females all jumping at a chance for one of them.

It is going to be a rough night.

Thankfully, they have each other to keep company and I will be safe from their… party.

I head into the small bathroom provided for me, scrubbing off the dirt and sweat from my body before donning on a baggy shirt and small shorts to sleep in, both hand me downs from the orphanage.

Yeah, you heard right, I take the clothes the abandoned and desperate kids don't want.

Such is the life of an omega.

But it wasn't always like this.

My father was a Beta.

We had a peaceful pack, one that didn't entangle with others.

I guess that is why we were easy prey to be destroyed.

But that doesn't mean I have forgotten who I am or what I stand for.

What my parents stood for.

What my pack stood for.

Honor.

Loyalty.

Strength.

Bravery.

So, yes I might be a slave but I will not internalize it.

And now I am overthinking

I tend to do that when I am tired and exhausted.

Ironic, isn't it?

Normally, when you are tired your brain stops thinking.

Not so with me.

As I lay in the makeshift mattress that I call a bed, I can't help but think about what is going on outside.

It is a disgusting tradition.

What happens to the sanctity of mates?

It is a wolf’s nature to mate with one will for life and yet they have turned it into a sport.

A game that leaves a lot of women with pregnancies and an onslaught of unclaimed bastards.

Sometimes, I wonder how the world works.

The wolves are trained to be wise and disciplined, yet the very first thing they do once they get out is to f**k like rabbits

The loud fireworks startle me from my thoughts and I come to the realization that I am not going to get any sleep without some help.

With a disgruntled sigh, I get to my feet and head out of the attic, taking care to make sure that there is no one in sight to catch me.

The last thing I need right now is to get beaten after the stressful day I have had.

Fortunately, I arrive at the kitchen with no incident and head over to the fridge for some milk. A few seconds of warming it and I am heading back to the attic with a mug of warm milk, delighted that I got away with it.

I should have gotten to my room before celebrating.

“Stop.”

The voice carries authority and a zing of power, declaring what rank they belong to.

An Alpha.

Just my rotten luck.

For a split second, I contemplated making a run for it. I have Beta blood, I could make it but I quickly discard that thought.

He has been trained to be faster than the fastest, I will not make it.

“Turn,” the voice orders, and with reluctant movement, I obey, head bowed.

I hear as his feet head towards me until they appear right in my line of vision.

With one finger, he hooks it under my jaw and raises my head up so that I am staring him in the eye.

“Now, where has a little wolf like you been hiding?”