To transform an omega

Scent of Gooseberry

Placing my head on the big tree behind me, I unwrapped my banana and took a bite wincing a bit at the cold feeling in my teeth, I chew slowly. Consciously noticing how darker and colder it was getting, I'm too comfortable to move and I want to fill my basket more before I leave

The hard pinch of throbbing pain in my leg wakes me from my deep slumber. I fell asleep with my neck at an odd angle placed on the massive root of the tree. The snow is falling in ernest now Painstakingly I try to stand, but my legs won't cooperate, trying hard to move them, I bite my tongue hard at the pain that seizes my breath. Crying out,panic seizes me and I almost howl in fear. I needed to shift immediately. It was the only thing that could save me.

Suddenly, I notice how very cold I am, how my body had seemed to freeze up, if I could see my lips, I knew they would be blue from the cold

With a slow exhale, I try to shift into my wolf to no avail, panic sets in and I begin to struggle. The more I struggle, the more unresponsive my legs become Breathing heavily, and trying to calm myself to no avail, I slowly realize that I was going to die out here alone in the cold. This was so not how I envisioned my demise. I always thought I would die somewhere in the tropics. In a warmer climate, maybe with coconuts and the buzzing of flies. Not out here in pack territory. It would probably take days before my body was discovered. It was so disheartening that the only people who would notice I was missing would be Lyra and Sammie and due to my forced hermit nature, I would probably decompose before a search party could find me. The cold would probably preserve my body, who knows. I knew that no alpha in his right mind would risk the safety of his beloved members to go out in a blizzard for a search and rescue for a cursed omega. It was unheard of.

It was no use screaming, the heavy downpour of snow would only drown out my voice and I would rather conserve my energy. Feeling dejected, I tried to think of all my happy places but it was no use. My teeth were chattering too much for me to be able to maintain that for long

As I lay there on the cold hard ground, whimpering a little at the tiny pinpricks of pain travelling all over my body, I resigned myself to my end. It was a bit dramatic I knew that, but the situation called for it. Shutting my eyes, I lay in wait for my end. It hoped it would be sooner than later. I hoped no animals found me first. It would be gruesome for the pack to find my half eaten and mutilated body. I wondered if I would still be alive when the animals started feeding on me, would I be too numb to feel pain. I shivered as I thought about a crow plucking out my eyes as I lay immobile

"Are you okay ma'am" a husky voice asked

My eyes flew open, I could hardly believe it, the bleeding mother had sent me an angel. That husky timbre was familiar. I would recognize that husky timbre anywhere.It was him. My alpha. His eyes shone like clear cut obsidian. Large and bright with a myriad of emotions joined together to form a unique shade. His eyes were so beautiful and exotic, I could get lost in them forever

" Do'ou need my assistance ma'am" His tone was so polite I almost shouted at him to quit addressing me as ma'am. I didn't know what was making me want to be so bold. Here I was lying down on the wet cold ground half paralyzed and completely at his mercy and all I could think about was his polite tone. No wonder Sammie thought I was insane. But I was too awestruck to do anything other open my mouth like a fish taken out of water

I opened my mouth to talk but my teeth chattered so badly and so loudly I wondered if I had chipped a tooth, gesturing wildly I tried to draw his attention to my legs. He looked down at my legs and his gaze morphed into something so hot that I blushed hotly. My blush brought a slight smirk to his lips and once again I thought of how devilishly handsome he was. Right here in their moment, he was the most handsome alpha I had ever encountered. Not that I had encountered many alphas but you know what I mean

Somehow he understood my gesturing and in one sweep, he scooped me up from the ground as if I weighed nothing, with a deft hand he pulled my basket of snow covered mushrooms from the ground and placed it in my hand and I held on tight. Gasping in delight at his blatant show of strength, I watched as he began to walk away from the lake back to the trail I had avoided in my bid to impress Sammie with an exaggerated amount of mushrooms. A part of me was surprised that the alpha would willingly touch me though I clearly needed help. My alpha, I thought excitedly. Okay, not my alpha. This excitement needed to die fast. Nothing good would come out of this. I would only end up getting hurt, but tell that to my foolish heart. It was dead set on claiming this hawkish alpha as ours. I deluded myself into thinking that he wanted me, that I didn't repulse him. He cradled me like his precious egg, like I was breakable and my heart sang with so much joy I was ready to burst open to let it all out

With a little tap to his shoulder I got his attention and pointed, trying to give him my last goodbyes since I probably won't make it back to the pack house. I was that cold. The alpha, looking down at me, seemed to understand what I was trying to say, setting me down on my unsteady feet, I stumble and with one hand he held onto me to prevent me falling on my ass, the gesture melted me. I watched in fascination as he shrugged off his heavy outer coat and soon a warmth covered me. I was snuggled down in his warm coat and I felt so content I almost cried. His coat hung down to my mid thighs, and enveloped me completely. The scent emanating from the warm coat was that of ripe, pulpy gooseberries. I couldn't get enough. Soon he scooped me back in his arms and we went on our way. The fabric of his enforcer uniform was so soft against my cheek as I placed it on his chest. I listened as his heart went, thump, thump, thump, a comforting sound as I shivered in pleasure which made him pull me closer. I was so warm and content,being cradled in this alphas arms was the best thing to ever happen to me. I felt as if nothing could harm me, as long as I stayed here, cocooned in his arms

" Bleeding mother, you cursed child...would it kill you to do as you're told" Sammie's eyes were as cold as glaciers as she leveled them at me. I quickly realized that while daydreaming the fire had gone out completely and the room was now much more colder that before

Jumping to my feet, I rushed to get more wood for the dying fire, thanking my stars that she had not decided to launch something at me which was her usual style when dealing with the orphaned pups in her keep. Sammie was usually very personable, if I could say so, but she had a volatile temper that showed itself on rare occasions. But much more often than not

" ...give a pup a simple duty and she fails, bleeding mother save us. What am I going to do with you?" As she peered at me, I looked away and stoked the fire

Calling me a cursed child had hurt but not as much as before. I had grown up hearing different variations of the term and I had given up feeling bad. It couldn't be helped. People were people and they were entitled to their beliefs.

Although Sammie called me a cursed child often, she didn't treat me as such, she regarded me with the same faint disdainful fondness that she regarded all orphaned pups in her care and I appreciated her for that

As the fire blazed my mind wandered back to that day in the woods. Smiling tiredly, I recalled the harsh set of his jaw and the gentle way he had lifted me from the hard ground and the firm press of his chest against my cheek. He was so warm and he smelled so primal, musky and earthy, with a touch of wild gooseberries. They were my favorite. His arms were a comforting blanket as he held me pressed against his chest. Slowly I had begun to warm up and my teeth chattered less as he made his way back to the pack house. I wanted more time withe him, at that moment I wished the pack house was miles and miles away