The Claiming : His Mate

#2 The Misfit Omega

ELSA's POV

"Ah... Ahh.." I moaned trying to keep it low as I used the tool inside my vertical lips. 

I was in a hurry and need for an immediate release. So I increased the speed to get this done with. Also, I was a bit careful to not insert it too much. I wanted to save my flower for the special one for my mate. 

I know it is foolish of me to even save for a mate with the way things are. Like those in romcom werewolf novels, it's not so easy to find the true mate. He could be right there standing next to you and you would not know it. Obviously, there is this attraction but it's nothing significant. I mean you get those fluttery feelings and girl crush on any random hot looking male. 

One can only know if they are true mates after establishing physical contact. The more the contact grows, the stronger it becomes. But it is also a whirlpool of s****l rendezvous. I have seen all the girls entering the path trying to find their one true soul mate and then getting lost somewhere. 

See we are part wolves. s*x is an instinct like coffee is to humans. I know weird comparison but that's how it is. Once you taste it, you can not stop craving for more. So, here I am trying to get a release at morning 5:00 AM so that I don't go in heat and attract unmated or unmarked werewolves. 

The only fear I have is that I will never find my true mate and like almost everyone else one day get down the same path and finally settle down with some guy by marking each other, be in the claiming or not. 

As I dared the tool a little more inside, I let out a soft yet loud moan. I tried to fantasize about the things I wanted my mate to do with me. 

Being a werewolf had its pros and cons. Pros like better vision, strength, hearing skills, agility, and mind link. And cons like a crazy appetite for s*x and the ranking culture. I mean I don't understand the ranking culture. Maybe because I am the lowest omega in my pack. Even the other omegas do not think I deserve to be in their company. I never felt the need to bow down to anybody nor I understand the unfathomed allegiance they showed to the alpha even when he was clearly being an ass. 

But did I protest? No. I was afraid that I would be thrown out of the pack and be left alone. I am scared to be a rogue. At least here I can be a wolf. 

As I increased the speed to the highest, I covered my mouth with my other hand. I could feel the muscles contracting and the funny feeling inside me. And just like that, I had the same monotonous o****m that I badly needed to control my heat. 

After I was done, I quickly got up and cleaned myself with a hot shower to calm my tensed muscles. I am kind of those girls who always need a hot shower. I was terribly late due to my morning exercise and I was in a hurry to go to the kitchen. It was my duty to cook breakfast for the packhouse before going to college that starts in another 2 hours. 

When I reached the kitchen I was baffled. I mean I did clean it and wash all the dishes. Then how is this so undone? I wondered how I was going to make it on time. But I had to if I wanted to survive one more day. It was a Monday and everyone would be in a grumpy mood as they have to go to school or work or something after the weekend. And those who did not work were grumpier that they have nothing to do when everyone had something to on a Monday.

I tried to clean whatever was necessary for breakfast and kept the rest of the utensils in the dishwasher. I quickly made some bacon, cheese sandwich, and boiled eggs. I also prepared some fresh fruit juice and also, lime juice for those who would be having a hangover from last night's party that I was obviously not invited to. I brewed some coffee and by the time I was done with all of it, it was already 7. 

I grabbed a sandwich and packed my coffee to leave for college before anyone would actually make a statement on how I could make it better or take out their anger on me for no particular reason. Also, mostly I was scared to face Martha, the one who was in charge to prepare the lunch. He would not like so many dishes to be washed. 

I was early to reach the college where others including our pack attended, hence went to the cafeteria to enjoy my packed food. A few others were already seated and they were discussing something seriously. It was about "the claiming". It's always about the claiming around this time of the year.  

But boom... That's when I eavesdrop on the bomb kind of news. We, the Redmoon Pack were the official hosts of this time? But why? Is it because they want to announce Ryker as the new alpha? Oh, God... I hope not. He hates me ever since I spilled my coffee on him in seventh grade. My life will become hellish if it was not now! 

I lost my appetite. More work. More craziness. And this time I am of age to participate in the Claiming. No one expects me to. But should I? The other pack people might be interested in me and I might just find my mate and go away from this pack. It was all too alluring. But a big risk was involved. Participating in the claiming means I have to participate in the chase. And I would lose my virginity to some random guy, and I do not want that. I am just stubborn to find true love. I felt so unloved all my life that I am too attached to the idea of being with my fated one. The one who is made for me. 

I felt like a complete Misfit. An omega who had no loyalty or devotion for her alpha. And to top that completely believed that her new Alpha was an ass. Someone who was a rebel yet the most invisible person one could be. Maybe I was bipolar. 

I somehow dragged my day and when I just could not take it anymore, I bunked a few classes for a run in the wild. No one had actually seen me shift. They never cared to find out. I was a late bloomer. By the time I was able to shift I was already pushed down the rank and I had no one to stand for me. I never felt the need to come out as I never felt that close to my pack. Also, I feared they would go crazy when they see my wolf, Ayla!

Ayla is my only friend. She is a rebel inside me and I am the one holding her back with my myths and dilemmas. When Ayla is the one in control, everything feels already so much better. I am yet to discover her survival skills but I am sure she would do just fine if ever we are expelled from the pack. 

I ran like crazy to the waterfall. My hideout. No one really comes there anymore after the last battle. So much blood was shed. But I was abandoned here midst of the battle cry. Romero was kind enough not to leave me as a rogue. Who knew, I could be the child of one of those rogues, or could be the child of one of the many packs whose parents died fighting for the Moonlit city. 

That was one of the reasons I was never accepted. I never belonged to this pack in the first place. An orphan with weird golden tinted silver eyes and hairs that were so long that you need to keep chopping and dying them every week to fit in. They said I was an abomination. Some said I definitely belonged to the rogues who were experimenting too much. I had always been the misfit.

While I was lost pondering over my past, I could feel a pair of eyes lurking on me. The kind of eyes that set me on fire. It was so unsettling that I changed back to my human self. I quickly wore my clothes from my backpack that Ayla was carrying for me. I had to do a detour to go to the other side of the waterfall due to the depth. And also I had hydrophobia. Yay so much for my hiding place!

I tried a lot to find who it was, but I could not find anyone except a mild strong essence that was left behind. Obviously who was lurking near the borders of the Moonlit city was too powerful. I hope it's not another rogue. 

I changed back to my wolf quickly after packing my clothes in my backpack. I ran like my life depended on it. I mean it all could be due to my exhaustion, the heat almost at bay, and my overthinking of my past. But it was very unsettling. 

When I reached the packhouse, I saw the decorations had already begun. No one, not even a single soul missed me. And I guess it still hurts but it was good in some way. No one was going to shout at me at least and with all the professional chefs and cooks, I guess my workload will decrease. 

But as soon as I was going to escape to my hole, Martha saw me.

"Elsa, where do you think you are going? Who will do the work? So much is to be done and we are just two weeks away?" She groaned as if I was the one who was responsible for some kind of delay or something!

"Ummm... Just a quick shower?" I asked raising my brows. She looked like I asked her kidney or something but her silence was my queue to leave and return as soon as possible. 

I went to my room and looked for my vibrator. The heat was getting worse. Ever since I turned 21 it was maddening me. I felt it gross to finger myself. Hence, I relied on the tool. I had a quick release and was all set for the work.

There were really enough volunteers and professionals. But it's just that Ryker wanted to show that his pack was responsible and doing most of it, which means we omegas had more work to do. That directly means I was going to be dead by the end of Claiming. Only the omegas who were participating in the claiming were allowed to take a break 2 days before the claiming. I wish I was taking part too. 

I started with cleaning the backyard when I could feel the same strong presence I had felt near the waterfall. I tried to look for it but nothing. So I started working on the garden. Not long after, Angela dumped a bag full of clothes in front of me. Angela was the angel of our pack. It was an open secret that Ryker had set his eyes to claim Angela this claiming. But only the moon goddess knows what she wanted. 

I knew it was my queue to leave all this and do her laundry. I was not long gone when I bumped into someone sturdy. He was quick enough to catch me from falling but not good enough to protect the clothes. If there is a single mark on the clothes that won't go, I am screwed for life. He helped me pick up the clothes. 

He was handsome and strong. But there was something more about him that caught my attention. I could feel that essence on him. I was not sure it was emitting from him or it was his. I don't know why but suddenly I had this idea that he might be my mate! I looked at him with puppy eyes. 

But he only gave back a kind and puzzled look. He helped me get on my feet and gather the clothes. I was so smitten by him by then that I could feel the heat rushing through my veins. I gulped my saliva and looked at his neck with lust completely taking over me. But as soon as my eyes fell on his marking spot, my dream and desire shattered in a second. He was marked. Doesn't matter mate or not, he was already taken. 

"I am happily married." He said understanding my anticipation. I felt embarrassed. I mean how could I be so vulnerable! This time I gulped down my saliva with fear and ran for the second time that day as my dear life depended on it. Tears were building up in my eyes waiting to break down any moment. 

But I was not gone long, Angela stopped me and gave me her evil look. She looked pissed. 

"What were you doing with Jander?" She asked, no she was spitting venom.

"Who...?" I asked confused. Obviously, I don't know who is Jander.

"Oh, now you are going to act goody two pair shoes? Aren't you a clever, b***h?" She was fuming and I was confused.

"I don't know what you are saying?" I asked her still unclear.

"The man you bumped over there, trying to flirt. I mean you are not even willing to leave the married ones, slut?" She name-called me and that left me wondering if she had gone mad. Wasn't being a slut what they all did here? 

"I wasn't flirting with him. And I don't know him?" I said the truth. I mean I technically never flirted with him. It's just that I for some reason think he might be my mate. But she does not need to know that.

"Who are you lying to? Who doesn't know Jander Black, the beta of Blackmoon pack?" She looked suspiciously. I mean obviously, anyone would. They were the most famous pack. Every girl's fantasy was to be mated or marked to some wolf from that pack. The perk was their alpha Rafael Black was still single and young. 

"I didn't know it was him," I said slowly. She gave me a stern look but I just left like nothing happened to earn some death glares that were burning holes in my back.

As I ran to the laundry room, I kept wondering about the devilishly handsome Rafael for some reason... 

Gosh... I blushed to myself!