WOLF PACK: Fated Mates

CHAPTER FOUR: "Born a Servant Girl" (Part 2)

"Yeah, she's... special," I murmur, watching her interact with Phil. Her laugh is like a siren's call, and my heart thumps in my chest.

Devaney's gaze shifts to me in my mind, his blue eyes glowing with understanding. "The quadruplets want her and they will get her. They're the future alphas, after all."

I nod, my throat tight. "But what about us? What's our place in this... mess?"

Devaney's eyes soften, his fur brushing against my mind. "You know as well as I do, our place is to serve and protect the future alphas. But our hearts..." His voice trails off, leaving me to wonder. It doesn't matter now though. She's still got a few months to go. Then she'll get her wolf. We can still play with her.

I located the sock on the floor, I had put it there intentionally to catch her off guard. I point at it. "Damn Cinderella, another sock you missed! Catch up girl," I exclaim with a grin, holding it up like a trophy.

Phil chimed in, "I think it's a sign. We should start a sock treasure hunt to train her on how it all works."

Sarah's laughter filled the air, she shakes her head at our antics. "You two are impossible. Can't you keep your laundry in one place?"

I shrugged. "But that's part of our charm. Right, Phil?"

"Absolutely! We gotta add a little chaos to your life, Cinderella," Phil replied, winking at her from the couch, where he lounged now with a textbook on his lap.

"Hey Sarah, check under the T-shirt you forgot over there!" I called out, a mischievous sparkle in my eye as I watched her cheeks redden at the playful jab. She glanced over at the discarded shirt and rolled her eyes before walking over to retrieve it. As she bent down, her shirt rode up slightly, revealing the smooth curve of her lower back. Devaney, my inner wolf, growled low in my chest, a sound that had become more frequent as we spent time with her.

---♡ PHIL'S POV ♡---

Wow, she's gorgeous. Look at her body, that tiny little waistline. She finds the cash we stashed in Paul's shirt.

"Guys, seriously?" She giggled, holding up the wad of cash. "What's this for? You guys are leaving money in your laundry again?”

"It's like a treasure hunt!" I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the grand suite. "Just think of it as a little thank you for your hard work."

Daeven, my inner wolf, practically danced in excitement as Sarah held up the wad of cash she had found in that shirt. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief as he communicated in my mind, "She's clever, this one. And she's growing on us."

"You think?" I chuckled, watching her twirl around the room, her laughter light and free. It was a stark contrast to the usual tension that lingered in the air of the compound.

"Definitely," Daeven insisted, his voice a low rumble in the back of my mind. "Her spirit, it's... it's like a warm campfire on a cold night. Inviting. Comforting. I really like her."

I nodded, smiling at the thought. It was true, Sarah had a way of making everyone around her feel at ease. Even though she was an omega, her strength of character shone through like the full moon on a cloudless night. Her laughter was contagious, and I felt myself getting lost in the joy of the moment.

Sarah folded the cash, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You know, you guys could just say thank you." She held the bills up in the air, twirling them around her index finger.

Paul shrugged, his inner wolf Devaney peeking through his eyes, "Where's the fun in that, our little omega?"

"Yeah, this way you get a surprise every time," I added, lifting my eyebrows up and down.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but the grin on her face told me she was enjoying the game. "Fine, but if you two play any other tricks on me, it's on."

It's now time to train. We have to keep up our football skills. We're senior varsity, all-stars on the Wolf Springs High football team. Heading to the basement, we leave Sarah behind in the suite, her eyes glinting with mischief as she moves on to the next set of doors, her favorite little lover boys, our quadruplet brothers Jayce, Johnathan, Joey, and Jason.

---♡ SARAH'S POV ♡---

Usually, Paul and Phil, they’re in the family gym by now, training. But from time to time, our paths cross early in the morning. A big smile etches across my face as I leave their suites. That was total chaos as usual.

Next, I step into Samuel and Simon Knox’s suites. They’re the nerds of the group, just like my bestie Jasmine, who they've admired for the longest. But don’t be fooled; they’re athletic and charming, just like their brothers. Their suites are tech wonderlands, filled with blinking screens and consoles. The smell of fresh coffee mixes with the hum of a processor. It's a stark contrast to the testosterone-fueled chaos of their other male siblings.

Simon, with his glasses, loves to show off his latest coding projects. He’s the hacker, the genius behind the screens. Samuel, on the other hand, is passionate about music. His room blends digital soundboards with guitars. They’d often leave little treasures in their laundry baskets. Music mixes for Jessie, Megan, and I. New games for Justin and me to try out. It’s their silent nod to our shared love of gaming and music.

Getting closer now, even though I don't have mine yet, I can still feel her somehow. My inner wolf begins to perk up. The last stop? The suites of the quadruplets: Jayce, Johnathan, Joey, and Jason. The ones everyone whispers about, and for good reason too. They keep me on my toes. They’re the future alphas. Their energy is magnetic.

Their suites? A mix of sweat, cologne, and something else. Something that makes my heart race. It’s a scent, it seems, that only I can smell. A blend of power and promise. It fills my nose with a thrilling mix of desire and nervousness. They say, as a shifter, you can sometimes tell if someone is your mate by just their scent alone. For me, it’s like a guiding light. An intoxicating pull to them. I'm not sure if they're my mates but their smell to me is pretty strong.

I even sniff their clothes when I’m all alone in their suites. It gets me heated, drawing me in, very intoxicating, alluring and addictive like a drug. It’s like I can’t get enough of it. I swear I could climax just from their scent alone. Sweet as candy, they always leave me small gifts or chocolates. It’s random, changing each day, it’s always something different.

And there’s always a note, handwritten. They tell me how much they care about me and my family or how pretty I am to them. Some share poetry; others talk about their plans for the future as alphas. It’s pretty impressive that they think that highly of me to share pack trade secrets that only alphas and alphas-to-be would know.

I hide these treasures. The other omegas have prying eyes. I fear they might expose us to the wolf council. They aren’t supposed to enter the boys’ suites or mine without good reason. But still, I take precautions. As I enter their suites, a smile spreads across my face. Today’s notes? Little love letters. Each one is different and signed with their unique signatures: “With love, Jayce,” “Thinking of you, John,” “Missing you, Joey,” “Yours, J.”

It’s our secret and I cherish it. Today, I found a small group of chocolates on Jayce’s dresser. Arranged in a heart shape. These are simple gestures they do each day, in my opinion, but Lydia, their sister, says it’s more to their actions than meets the eye. It sends a rush through my veins. I feel seen and appreciated like never before. But I wonder what she means when she says that to me? Do they like me like that? As an equal?

Or are they wanting an Alpha-omega love dynamic? Me to be submissive to them? In a secret romantic union? I’m not sure but either way, our union would not be honored by the hive pack’s wolf council. And hopefully it's not an omega breeding hunt they’re desiring. I would never participate in one, it’s where omegas are actively hunted or pursued by other pack members for the explicit purpose of breeding. A nasty little game, they chase you down for sport, then mate with you.

It’s not like when the quadruplets and I play around in the Wolf Springs forest and they chase me for fun. No! That is innocent, light-hearted child's play. The others are more extreme and happen throughout the year during mating seasons when werewolves go into heat, just like our wolf counterparts.

Some omegas end up getting hurt. Besides, who wants to be a breeder omega, an unpaid surrogate? Only during those kinds of arrangements can a child born of an omega claim a higher pack status, because a royal needed a child or could not bear one. It’s like our hive’s wolf council loves to abuse us omegas. I’m glad the Knox family shields us Rightfields from those kinds of pack activities.

I’m just a servant girl, born that way. And that is all I’d rather be in comparison to other roles that omegas may take on. Who knows what my future, my brother’s and cousins’ futures may hold, when we become of age. I hope the Knoxes keep us here with our parents.