The Pregnant Runaway Omega

Anabella “Anabella!” I bit back a groan, letting my shoulders sag as the tone of the old man’s voice grated my ears. “Get your ass down here this minute!”, Uncle Boris bellowed. His patience was wearing thin. Well, thinner than it normally was at this time of the day. “Coming,” I called back, shutting my diary as I stepped away from the window, making my way out the door of my room. He was waiting at the bottom of the staircase, a large suede black boot dangling from his pinched fingers. He c****d an eyebrow, tilting his head as he said, “I can’t find the other pair. Where have you put it?” I gave my head a slight shake, “I didn’t put it anywhere, sir.” His eyes narrowed, turning into deathly slits. An expression I was otherwise used to, “I gave them to you when I returned from the fisher’s market a few days ago, did I not? I asked you to have them cleaned.” “Those were the leather boots, sir.” Both brows lift to the man’s hairline, “Oh, is that so? Are you saying I’m faulty of memory? That I don’t know what I’m saying?” I swallowed, “No, sir,” I said, “I just meant that you never go fishing in your suede shoes, it’s always the leather. So I know it was definitely the leather ones I was given to clean.” “So I’m a liar then?” “No, sir-” “Come down here.” He interrupted, his expression wiped clean of any emotion. His voice was eerily calm. To anyone else, it would have been a good sign. But I knew the man too well, and when he stopped using his words, it only meant one thing. That he would start using his fists. “I can search the house for them,” I said to him, picking at my fingernails to calm my nerves. He didn’t say a word, just stared at me quietly and expectantly. Again, my throat bobbed with a large swallow. I didn’t want to approach him. I didn’t want to be within reach of his violence. But he was waiting, watching, and I knew things would only get worse if I didn’t comply. I made the first slow step. His eyes trailed over the slow steps of my feet, following me carefully till I was just about five steps above him. And then his hand reared back. I lifted my hands up, making an ‘X’ over my face to shield myself as I dropped to a crouch. The shoe in his hand flew by me, missing the top of my head by a few inches. I was breathing heavily, frozen in position as I awaited his next move. I heard his amused huff of breath, just before he began marching away, “Find the goddamn pair.” He called out behind him. My body sagged with relief. That could have been way worse. Being an Omega female, existing in a society where hierarchy was your biggest ally, it was safe to say life wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Hell, it wasn’t even raining. It was absolute torture. The mocking glances people tossed my way day-in-day-out were harsh enough to bruise. The bitter words, the repetitive insults. "Weak little wolf" "Pathetic" Could I even be considered as one of them? When I was younger, I thought maybe one day I’d be able to fit in. But things never changed, they only got worse and worse. My mind drifted to tomorrow's event, the pack's annual mating ceremony. It seemed like it was my best bet. If I were able to find my mate during the celebration, all this torture would be over. I wouldn’t have to put up with the abuse brought upon me by the only people I had left in this world. But it was much easier said than done. It’s the third one I’ve been to since I’d gotten my wolf, yet no such luck. I had heard of other wolves, other lucky females that found their fated pair mere months after their first shift. I was never that lucky. But I was hoping tomorrow might change that. To be honest, I was hoping for much more. It was crazy to think an Omega female like me would have preferences, but the feeling was beyond me. I couldn’t control how I felt, couldn’t control how I felt about him. It had a crush on Stephen, an alpha male and member of this pack. Both of us could never work, given the difference in our ranks. But a girl can dream. And I’d never stopped dreaming that one day, we would be fated mates. A flush singed my cheeks, as I thought of all the red hearts I’d doodled around his name in my diary. Of all the times I’d lain in bed imaging the both of us starting a little family of our own. One without Uncle Boris or his wife, without their torment. One where I wasn’t being frowned down on, where I could live like the other members of my pack, as an equal. It was easy to hope, so damn easy to dream about the life I wanted with him. I’d gotten down on my knees more times than I could count, praying to the moon goddess that I would be fated to Stephen. He’s a little older than me, and we’ve never attended the mating ceremony together, but word got out that Stephen would be present tomorrow. And I wasn’t going to risk not showing up. It would be judgement day for sure. I’d know once and for all if he was my mate, or if I’d find my mate at all. “Back on cleaning duty?” The nasally voice rang through the open space. My shoulders stiffened. “Oh, right,” Chloe purred, “Weak omega rat like you never get off the job. I mean, it is all you’re good for.” Reluctantly, I turned to look at my long-time tormentor. Chloe Walsh. Her black hair gleamed underneath the morning sun, casting her in the type of regal air she used to get around. The houses weren’t fenced, it was an open neighbourhood, so I could spot her standing just before our home, lingering in the middle of the road like she had all the time in the world. If it was to torment me, she most definitely did. This time, she wasn’t alone. Her little posy friends laughed around her, spurring her on. Chloe mock pouted, jutting out her lips in a fake display of pity, “Are you trying to cover ground so you can make it to tomorrow's mating ceremony?” She cooed, giving her head the slightest shake, “Haven’t you learned your lesson? You’ve had that weak little beast inside you for three years and you still haven’t found your mate, when will you give up?” The laughter grew more frenzied, licking at my skin like sharp knives. I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I will not cry in front of them! It was much easier said than done. “I’ll be there,” She grinned, “I’ll be there to watch you fumble just like always.” She spun on her heel and left, her parry of she-wolves trailing after her. The tears burned the backs of my eyes, but I managed to keep them at bay. I would never measure up to someone like Chloe, someone loved and respected all around the pack. I would never measure up to half of her. I was an omega, a weak wolf without any parents, no one would ever glance at me twice. But tomorrow, things will change. I had hope, more hope than I ever did in my entire life. "Where are my boots, you ungrateful child", Uncle Boris yelled as he approached me