Two Alphas , One mate

I’ve been screwed since the day I popped out to my Omega parents in the Red Moon Pack, which, let’s be real, is less a pack and more a dumpster fire with fur. Life was never gonna be a picnic, but it went full-on horror movie when rogues torched our territory. My parents didn’t make it—died trying to save me. I was just a kid, and that’s when I learned the universe has a sick sense of humor. Fast forward to my teenage years, and I’m still waiting for my wolf to show up. Spoiler: it’s AWOL. No wolf, no respect—just me, Mia, the pack’s favorite punching bag. They don’t let me forget I’m a “broken human,” like I’m some knockoff werewolf action figure missing half the parts. Most days, I’m invisible. Other days? I’m the main event in their torture circus. “Yo, it’s the human disaster!” Brody’s voice hits me like a bad smell as I trudge through the pack’s muddy excuse for a courtyard. He’s got this sneer that makes me wanna punch his face, but I’m not dumb enough to try. “What’s it like being a total letdown, Mia?” “Bet she cries herself to sleep,” chimes in Ian, the Beta’s son, who’s got a face like he’s auditioning for a bully montage in an ‘80s movie. “Let’s check if she’s even a girl.” He lunges, grabbing at my worn-out hoodie. “Back off, creep!” I snap, smacking his hand and shoving him. Big mistake. Ian’s fist sends me sprawling into the dirt, and pain explodes in my jaw. Gotta say, not loving the ground’s flavor today. “What, you think you can hit me, you little rat?” Ian laughs, and the other guys—Alpha’s lackeys who live for this crap—join in, cackling like they’re at a comedy show. “She’s only here ‘cause Luna felt sorry for her pathetic orphan ass,” Brody says, spitting near my feet. “No wolf, no point. You’re not even a real she-wolf.” Luna’s “kindness” means I get a leaky shack on the edge of pack lands, far from anyone who’d care. My only friend, Ellie, another Omega, used to sneak me food and art supplies. She taught me how to sketch, which is the only thing keeping me sane. But she’s been gone for months, and I’m starting to think she bailed for good. Can’t blame her. Brody grabs my ankle, yanking me up so hard my skirt flips. “Let’s drag her to Ryan’s welcome party,” he says, grinning like a shark. “Bet she’s never even been kissed. Total virgin vibes.” “Virgin? She’s barely human,” Ian snorts. “Bet she’s got nothing under there but sadness and bad decisions.” My face burns, but not as much as my crush on Ryan, the Alpha’s son. He’s got this blond hair, blue eyes, and a vibe that screams “I could star in a rom-com.” Every girl in the pack drools over him, including me. Not that I think I’m his mate or anything—mates are a fairy tale these days—but I’ve had dumb dreams where he looks at me like I’m not garbage. Sometimes, my dreams feel weirdly real, like they predict stuff. But Ryan? That’s just my brain being a hopeless i***t. Ryan’s back after years away, stepping up as Alpha since his brother got killed in some pack war. He’s the big shot now, unmated and untouchable. “She’ll never snag a mate,” Brody says, kicking dirt at me. “Who’d want a scrawny, scarred nobody?” Those scars? Courtesy of their fists, their boots, and one time, a river they chucked me into for laughs. They’ve got me on the ground now, boots slamming into my ribs. “I’m part of this pack, same as you!” I yell, which is cute but useless. Brody grabs my throat, squeezing until I’m gasping. “You? One of us?” he mocks, tightening his grip. “What’s this?” A voice cuts through, deep and annoyed, and my heart does a stupid flip. It’s Ryan. Brody drops me like I’m radioactive, and I hit the dirt again. Ryan’s even hotter than I remembered—tall, jacked, with this scent that’s like pine and pure alpha swagger. His friends swarm him, all bro-hugs and grins, but he’s just standing there, staring at me with a wrinkled nose. Great. I probably smell like sweat and despair. “Mia… the human,” Ryan says, like he’s naming a disease. “Ryan, we got you a gift!” Ian says, smirking. “The pack’s prettiest reject: Stinky Mia!” The guys lose it, laughing like they invented comedy. Ryan’s not laughing, but he’s not stopping them either. I’ve seen him before, standing by while his buddies trashed my sketches or took turns knocking me around. Real hero. “Don’t you want her, Ryan?” Brody taunts. “Nah,” Ryan says, eyeing me like I’m expired yogurt. “Pass.” “She smells like human trash,” Ian says. “Probably contagious.” “Contagious?” another guy pipes up. “We should fix that. Like, permanently.” Next thing I know, I’m hoisted up, wrists tied, and they’re dragging me to my shack. I smell smoke before I see it—they’re piling junk around my door, lighting it up. My stomach drops. Fire’s my nightmare. It took my parents, and now it’s coming for me. “Guys, what the hell?” Ryan’s voice is sharp, but nobody’s listening. “Help!” I scream, kicking at the ropes. “Please!” “If you were a real wolf, you’d bust out!” Ian shouts, and the pack howls, egging him on. The smoke was choking me hard, and my throat was hot. I coughed so terribly that I couldn't breathe properly. Well, that is it, I am fuvking done with this. “Enough!” Ryan roars, and suddenly, I’m out, sprawled in the mud, gasping. The pack’s laughing, thinking I’m toast. “She’s dead!” someone cheers. “Good riddance, Stinky Mia!” “Breathe, damn it!” Ryan’s over me, doing CPR like he’s mad about it. My chest hurts, but air finally hits my lungs. I open my eyes, and he sighs, looking relieved for, like, half a second. The pack’s pissed I’m not a crispy corpse. “Waste of time,” Ian mutters as rain starts falling, dousing the fire. They ditch me, Ryan included, leaving me shivering in the mud. I crawl to my shack, salvage what’s left of my sketches, and collapse on my cot. I don’t even cry anymore—what’s the point? I dream of running through the woods, free, far from this hellhole. It was a good idea, but for sure this is not real. The morning arrived, and suddenly there was a loud kno ck on my door. I know for sure nobody visits me. It was Ryan.