Beyond Fate

“You have to understand I’m am the future beta of the pack I can’t have an omega for a mate, I have to think about what is best for the pack I need a Beta female who is strong, able to fight by my side in every situation, someone the pack can look up to and we both know that isn’t you, I cannot be your mate, you will only make me look weak” I shoot up in my bed with a start. sweat spots my head and I cannot get my breathing under control. Tears stream down my face as the nightmare still clings to me.. I wish it had been a nightmare but no it was in fact a memory one I wish I could erase forever. It is all consuming and haunts my dreams almost every night. It was the worst day of my life. The day i met my fated mate. My alarm begins going off and I groan at it’s annoying sound. I never know why I bother to set it. I'm always awoken by my nightmares before it goes off. I think at this point it’s just a habit I never need anymore. My sleep is too disturbed by horrid memories manifesting into nightmares affecting my sleeping moments as much as my waking ones. As a result I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in almost four years. I pull myself out of bed heading for the shower. I don’t get many mornings where I don’t wake up in a sweating mess so I always leave enough time for a shower before I head to work. As an omega wolf I work in the main pack house. It's either that or in the fields harvesting crops or other manual labour jobs. I didn’t get a choice where I go to work after school. Omega’s in our pack are the labourers we graft and severe the higher ranking wolves. you might think it’s cruel but it’s just how things are in our world. The alternative is to live as a rogue, although you could get permission to join another pack it was rarely granted to an omega. We were seen as a drain on a pack, in an alpha wolf's eyes. We were only good for scrubbing the floors. luckily for me I was favoured by the two most powerful people within this pack the alpha and Luna all the others hated my guts. I went back to my room to get dressed. Pulling on my fitted jeans and a simple white T-shirt, I had nice clothes in my wardrobe but I never bothered with any of them, with my line of work they normally got dirty so I would always go comfy rather than fashionable, saving my nice clothes for my days off almost like uniform. At least I wasn't like the maids and cooks in the pack house. Our alpha liked to define the omegas that worked in the pack house by uniform, they all wore black shirts and trousers then on formal occasions they changed to white shirts. The maids actually had to wear black knee length dresses with a white apron; they almost looked like french maids, which said a lot about the other duties the unmated omega females had in the pack house. Like I said I was a lucky one.....oh so very f*****g lucky. I tied my blonde hair back in a high ponytail, slipped on my white converse and headed down stairs. As I descended I could hear two familiar male voices from in the kitchen. “ haha.....skill!” I heard a male voice sing recognising my brother Johnny’s voice. “ You bloody i***t!!!..” I heard my dad shout, their usual antics of the morning. Johnny usually played some kind of prank on my dad and my dad would get angry being a man with no sense of humour. Former Beta’s were always like that irritable and serious after years of being the alphas second and highest ranking warrior. Johnny was nothing like my dad. He got his sense of humour from mom. He was nothing like our Beta dad. He was easy going and funny but he had the heart of a Beta and was a skilled warrior he would have made a wonderful Beta. It was hard to believe that my big brother Johnny was going to be a dad in a matter of months. He was still so much like a child himself I rolled my eyes trying not to think about the joyous. Despite the news of a pup coming into our family it wasn’t a happy subject of discussion. We didn't talk about it if we could help it. Johnny’s fiance Tammy was not his fated mate and she was the very last person my parents would have picked as a daughter in law……. no actually second to last there was one woman above Tammy on their s**t list and that was the woman who was the reason for my life’s misery, the woman I despised, the woman that warmed my mates bed every night, the woman that had stolen the life that was rightfully mine. Kelly Stevens The name is like acid on my tongue. I'd imagine killing her in my sleep every night since the day I’d turned 18. Stop it Alisha my wolf scalded trying to calm my rage. I promised her I wouldn’t start my day like this. I used to start my days like this. It had made me bitter and I promised myself I wouldn’t lower myself anymore. Deep breaths, you're better than this. She calmed my rage for a person that wasn’t worth my time. Feeling myself relaxed I descended the stairs heading into the kitchen. Dad was on his hands and knees cleaning up what I’m assuming was his breakfast before Johnny came in being.... well Johnny. Johnny was sitting at the kitchen island eating cereal trying not to laugh. He looked over at me, winking. Like me he had inherited our mothers olive skin tone and almost black hair johnny always had his longer on top to gel back and shaved at the sides his muscled arms covered in tattoos from his knuckles to his neck to look at him he looked like a dangerous biker but he was the kindest funniest guy I’d ever met and i adored him. “ exploding Cinnabon?” I ask, looking at Johnny. “ exploding Cinnabon” Johnny chimed,pleased with himself. “ bloody twazerk” dad shouted looking down at the mess on the floor. “ to be fair dad you know to smell a rat when he brings you food” exploding food was my brothers signature prank my dad knew better than to fall for it. Dad growled picking up the last of the plate he’d smashed on the floor. He'd probably dropped it when the bun exploded. He went to the sink dumping the remains in there. I walked up behind him wrapping my arms over his shoulders hugging his back. I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, my dads a short guy to look at him you’d never believe he had been a feared warrior in his heyday…..no forget heyday he was still a feared warrior within the pack, unlike a lot of high ranking werewolves my father was short for a werewolf, under six foot he had a lot of muscle under his lean looking figure though he trained hard even to this day his dark blonde hair had greyed slightly over the years but he was still young looking for a man in his forties he wasn’t what you’d expect a Beta to be looks wise,most of them were built like brick houses so people underestimated him but believe me they soon regretted it he was the packs most legendary Beta. Although a beta position is highly respected, the job was an incredible burden in truth. only to be given to the highest ranking wolf in the pack he had to be selfless, loyal and unmatched in battle only the alpha should be able make him submit. My father was all of those things he had been a Beta worthy of the honour. Dad and my mother were both highly respected Beta members of the pack born in a time when the pack was at war with a wolf calling himself ‘The Rogue King’. The Rogue King had a history with the pack but it was forbidden to look into that part of the pack's history. Whoever he’d been within the pack didn’t matter anymore; they wanted to forget his very existence. My parents had led our pack into battle with him once and although the rogue king was never seen fall during battle they left no rouges alive on that battlefield. Mom and dad were honoured by other packs. Some alphas offered alliances to our pack just so they could send their wolves to be trained by my parents. It was considered an honour to be trained by the great warrior Beta’s which also made mine and Johnny’s downfalls in life all the more harder to bare. Unlike most wolf packs where the high rank wolf positions are passed down as birth right alpha felix decided he would give each pack member whatever their birth rank the chance to earn their title. It was his version of equal opportunities. The idea itself was good but the concept alpha felix had come up with was terribly flawed. He would hold trials each year when new wolf pups came of age and shifted, each wolf would be given a series of Physical and mental tasks to complete. The idea behind it is to test each wolf's mind, body and soul. The test itself was a five day sort of boot camp where we’d be tested in several ways hand to hand combat both wolf and human forms, an assault course to test endurance, tactical exams, not to mention all the hidden assessments set up to trip people up you could be heading for lunch and suddenly be set on by a pack of wolves or kidnapped to then be tortured for information it was brutal it made SAS look like a walk in the park with a cuddly bear the idea was to see how you as a wolf would react in certain situations my father always said there were two kinds of wolf a flightier or a fighter, basically you have a natural instinct to either run for your life or stay and fight to protect the pack. During my own test we were attacked in the middle of the night. We were awoken to the sound of the alarm going off, everyone reacts on an instinct buried within them in a panicked situation. It doesn't make you bad if you run and hide, it just means you're not a warrior at heart and then it’s an obvious low rank membership for you and your wolf. When my time came I didn’t run, I’d wanted to fight, I just never got the chance to. Now because of my own stupidity and inability to see my enemy right in front of me left me with the lowest rank possible. omega. “ Morning my baba” dad smiled over his shoulder washing his hands in the sink. “ Where's mom?” I asked, looking round seeing no sign of her green tea and granola like usual. “ She left already. Coffee?” Dad asked filling the kettle. “ Yes please, I thought training wasn’t till midday on Wednesdays?” Mom normally saw us off for the day in between her own training and the packs. “ yea but you know her, can’t quit the habit of a lifetime” it was true my mom had trained everyday at dawn since she was seventeen but she was normally back before I went to work. “ besides she wants to make sure everything is ready for the arrival, everyone’s a little on edge” it was true we were days away from welcoming the next generation alpha to our pack. Mitchel Becker the only child of our alpha felix and Luna Jamie. Everyone’s more than a little on edge to welcome the new alpha to the pack. More so than usual the future alpha hasn’t been seen in the territory in over four years. I know the reason why but it doesn’t stop people from gossiping. Especially when the future alpha is taking the post at such a late age most alphas took over the position at 18 Mitchel was almost 23 there has been rumours coming in far and wide of his s********e say he’s been forming another pack others say he’s gone rouge some even say he’s now feral more monster than man. “ sugar?” My dad asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I paused looking at Johnny suspiciously. Do I want sugar? I mind linked to him. Johnny smirked, shaking his head at me while dad's back was turned. Asshat had a death wish. “ no thanks dad I’m trying to cut back” i answered trying not to let the humour show in my voice. My dad finished making the coffee. I asked for a canister telling him I needed to head over to the pack house early. I didn’t, I just didn’t want to be around for my dad's s**t fit he was about to have at my brother. “ See you guys later” I smiled, making a gesture with my hand at Johnny while dad finished his own coffee slicing my throat with my fingers signalling he was a dead man. Before my dad turned back to us. “ don’t forget we are heading over to the pack house tonight alpha felix wants us to help organise for the welcome party” dad hollered down the hallway at me. “ ok I’ll meet you downstairs after I put Mina to bed. '' I dashed towards the front door just as my dad must have put his lips to his coffee mug. I made out the house just in time to hear the sound of spitting and my dad yelling at Johnny. I chuckled to myself as I left the safety of the home and family that I loved ready to face the rest of the wolves that hated me for one single moment in time when I failed them terribly, one of the reasons I in particular dreaded Mitchel Becker coming home. His mate. At 22 years old he should have become alpha after completing alpha training at 18 but something happened right before he was due to come home something terrible, he lost his mate,the pack lost their heart and future Luna.......and they all blamed me.