Dearest Omega

Chapter One

White. 

The very color which means of purity and grace. Its delicacy and elegant features gives it that structure to be able to withstand its position against stronger colors. Maybe that's why its the color of an angel, or even a bride. Think about it, when the wedding party is walking down the aisle, who is the one the guests are most excited to see? The one in white. 

I always wondered how that must feel. To stand above others who have always looked down upon me as a petite, breakable soul, who must be hidden from every form of harm. 

My fingers scratched along the rough tree bark that was iced over with a thin sheet of frost. Winter was my favorite season; everything surrounded me with a thick layer of snow.  

White is all I could see beyond the horizon where the sun slowly set, its glow painting streaks of red and orange along the frozen lake in front of me. Each individual crack of the lake caught the beam of light, reflecting it into a different direction. 

I bit my lip and puffed a cloud of air out of my nostrils, watching it swirl around before dissolving before my eyes. The current temperature lied below zero, freezing anything and everything that had the possibility of moving. It only made the scenery seem more peaceful, almost giving a sound to the sun as it glistened against the frozen droplets that formed the snow below my relatively small feet. The lake itself lies amongst the very border of my packs territory, breaking off into wilderness, wilderness in which I have not yet had the opportunity to explore with the rest of my pack. 

I was a member of the dusk pack and am a rare breed of wolf known as an omega. My father, Adrian Stone, is the alpha of our pack and made it known that I was to be protected at all times. This of course meant I was never to be given the opportunity to leave the packs borders until I was worthy enough to be ready. Be as it may, I have never been able to prove to my father of being strong enough to venture off with them while they go on their weekly hunts. All I could do was travel out here every afternoon and give myself that hope of someday being set free.

How I longed to be set free from this cage of a home that everyone near has trapped me in. Sure our land stretched for miles on end, but, being nineteen years old has given me far more than enough time to travel each and every inch of our territory. Every rock, every tree, even every blade of grass has been disturbed by my presence. My parents had gone as far as homeschooling me all my life, in fear of an alpha coming across my scent and charging me, forcing me to mate with them. Unlike other females, my scent is only able to appeal to an alpha, which also meant I could only mate with one.

At the age I'm at, I've already watched so many of my other pack members find their mates and mark them as forever theirs. My father worried too much to ever let me leave the border to find my own. Other alpha's took advantage of omegas like myself, breeding with them in hopes to produce more omega's, almost like we were some sort of trophy to show off. I have to admit, I am jealous of the other members of my pack who have found love. That was all I wanted, to know that their was someone out there for me to feel that same vibrant connection with. I frowned at the thought and shifted my feet in the snow.

The cold doesn't bother us, our body temperature never reaches the point to where we would feel a shiver of cold. It is the wolf in us that keeps us warm, a wolf in itself being able to withstand extremely low temperatures in hazardous situations.

It, however, doesn't prevent us from feeling the sensation of shock that was dropped upon me in the form of a bucket full of water that was splashed over my head. I screamed in horror, my body swirling around in the snow to be met with my fifteen year old younger brother with a devious smirk on those thin lips of his. His curly brown hair was pushed back and out of his face, his grey, blue eyes narrowing towards me as if waiting for my sudden attack. 

"What the hell, Logan?" I spat with clenched fist at my sides which were trembling with pure rage. By now, the water he had dumped upon me was boiling against my skin while I glared at my annoying excuse for a brother. He stuck his tong out at me childishly, throwing the bucket to the side before instantly turning around and shifting into his wolf form. 

The sudden sprout of black fur before my ocean blue eyes only angered my raging body even more, leading me to bolt after him in a rage. I shifted in midair, landing on all four paws with a snarl pushing past my canines. 

"Get back here you little rat!" I growled through the mind link while pushing myself in order to gain on his intense speed.  

Being only a small omega though made it difficult for me as did everything else in my nature. I was by far the smallest wolf in our pack, reason being, I was also the only omega. I was looked at as the smallest and the weakest to any other wolf which brings me back to why my pack felt such a need to protect me. Despite being four years older than Logan, his wolf form still almost doubled my size for his status was to be the packs next alpha; once my father steps down of course. 

"Never!" Logan linked back with a laugh as he continued to run ahead of me, dodging every tree with ease while I stepped in his footsteps to help myself get through the snow that was far too tall for me. Curse these stupid short legs. 

Logan only laughed harder, obviously being able to hear my thoughts of me making a mockery to my status. I snarled again just as we ran in front of our massive pack house before being stopped by our dad's thunderous roar. 

"Logan! Willow! Shift now!" he snapped in his alpha voice as he made his way down the steps of the front porch, our mother following behind impatiently. The wolves patrolling the borders raised their heads in alert, a small gasp escaping from the rest of the pack inside at the sound of my fathers tone. Logan was quick to obey, bowing his head in honor towards our father with guilt of making his alpha upset. I however, stood my ground, continuing to glare with my nostrils flared in annoyance. My fur still stood on end from the rage continuing to course through my blood, my eyes directing themselves towards Logan who only offered me a short glance to which I growled, showing off my sharp canines.

That was another thing about being an omega. The only alpha voice that would ever affect me would be that of my mate. I have never known the feeling of needing to obey my father when he uses his voice of power. I guess thats one of the good things that comes out of being me, when I was younger I would anger him all the time by purposely ignoring his tone, proving to him that he can't boss me around like he can everyone else. 

My father began to get impatient with me a glared in my direction. 

"Willow! I am your father and you are to listen to me when I tell you to," he pleaded with a stern look in my direction. His eyebrows were furrowed to the point they almost connected, his grey eyes flashing yellow as his wolf appeared for a short second. I rolled my eyes like a brat of a teenager before shifting into my human form, crossing my arms over my chest in annoyance. "Thank you," he mumbled under his breath, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, the stress being evident in his actions. "Now stop messing around and get inside for dinner." 

With that, he spun around on his heal, moving past mom and back inside with speed in every step. Logan quickly followed behind, not wanting to disappoint his father anymore than he already has. I however, stayed put, my eyes trailing to my mom who sighed in disapproval, her eyes attempting to guilt trip me. 

"Hey, he started it," I said childishly as a way to defend myself from mothers wrath she casted upon me. "He threw water on m-" 

"Willow," she interrupted with a tired sigh. "Please just come inside and eat, we are all too stressed out to deal with your guys's behavior." 

With that, she turned around and walked back up the steps, disappearing through the front door of our large pack house. I scoffed, dropping my hands at my sides at the way she had ignored what she had brought up. I, however, didn't bother questioning her; everyone around here has been stressed out for reasons they wont take the time to explain to me. I just learn to ignore the situation whenever they get in these kinds of moods. They never mean anything serious, usually just meaning they spotted a rouge around our territory. They were always quick to resolve that sort of problem in ways I was not always so supportive of.

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"Willow?" 

The voice was followed by a soft shove that had me stirring in my sleep, the darkness around me giving detail that it was still night time and that I should, in no means, be awake. I groaned and pulled the comforter over my head, in hopes of returning back to my slumber. 

"Willow!" the voice mumbled again only this time it was in a harsh whisper. A squeak erupted from within me to which I turned over slightly in bed, rubbing  my hands over my eyes tiredly. Who in gods name could be waking me up at this hour of the night?

I opened my eyes only to be greeted by no other than, my annoying brother, Logan. He stood over my body nervously, consistently glancing over his shoulder as if someone or something had followed him into my room. He was only wearing a pair of navy blue, plaid pajama pants, his hair looking as if he just rolled out of bed and ran to my room. Oh wait, he probably did because its still the middle of the night! I groaned in reaction to seeing him, falling back onto my side and closed my eyes again, pushing his hands away in the process. 

"Willow, please," he begged, shaking me again which only led me to grow angry as my wolf growled in annoyance. Why cant I just sleep? 

"What!" I snapped, glaring at him, my eyes shining yellow. He whimpered at my tone which only grasped my attention as he retreated back a few steps from my bed. He looked terrified. 

"I-I'm scared," he whispered truthfully, worrying his bottom lip while continuously glancing behind him every few moments or so. I groaned and sat up in my bed, using my arm to support my body weight. 

"Logan, arent you a little too old for this? Look, if you had a nightmare then go bug mom and dad." With that I laid back down, digging the side of my face into the plush pillow meant for belly sleepers like myself. 

"N-No," he whispered shaking his head. "I sense something, someones there, somethings going to happen!" He grew more and more panicked as he spoke. He had always been the skittish one in the family, ever since his Alpha characteristics started coming in which made him really sensitive to different vibes and feelings. He was able to sense things that most of the time weren't even a big deal, that most likely wouldn't even affect our pack. An example being, a simple rouge taking a stroll past our packs borders without having any intentions to invade our territory.

Knowing this i rolled my eyes before stating with venom in my tone. 

"Go to bed, Logan." 

A short moment passed of me feeling his eyes watching me, before he soon turned on his heal and left my room where I was then left to return back to me sleep in peace.