To transform an omega

Wish me not

Lorrie quit daydreaming, the fires going out" I flinched from the sound of Sammie's harsh voice. It struck out like a whip, no one else had that effect on me. She had mastered the art of making us obey without thought. Sammie's mouth was set in a stern line of displeasure, the fine lines on her forehead were more pronounced as she stared down at me, her blues eyes were tinged with a tiny bit of disgust

"But I wasn't..." I tried to argue, knowing this would piss her off more, but I couldn't resist "...I was just trying to..."

" Lorrie if that fire dies, I will smother you with my cold hands" her voice turned icy, her eyes two sharp points oh hardness. I knew not to mess with her if she was in such a mood. And apparently she was tonight

Rising quickly, I sighed at how unsteady my feet were and rushed to gather more wood to feed the fire. The wood was stacked a few metres to the left of the chimney where the alpha who had chopped the wood earlier that morning stacked them, I walked over and scooped up a few pieces. I loved staying in the lounge of the pack house since it was always warm and the couches were so big and soft. I could lie here all day and since most of the pack members simply passed through here without stopping to engage me in conversation, only sometimes throwing a hurried hello Sammie's way, sometimes she ignored, most times she simpled mumbled a reply back and went back to her knitting. I wished someone would tell her how bad at it she was. Maybe then she'd quit knitting such ugly things. I did not have the mind to tell him, she would probably throw something at my head. The lounge was perfect for me. No one bothered me on account of not wanting to talk to the cursed Omega. It was always hurtful, seeing their expressions of distaste, and some even of hostility if I came too close. The younger shifters were much more tolerant, some threw me apologetic glances when their parents threw their usual disdain at me and some even made an effort to engage me in conversation out of eyesight of their parents

Shifters, especially wolf shifter were a very superstitious bunch and knowing the way of my birth made them extremely suspicious. And hostile. I didn't fault them for how they treated me, and although I understood I didn't agree with their manner of doing things.

My mother had been a fleeing omega from the Suwanee pack. A pacifist pack upstate that had been decimated by rogues. Seeing her entire family murdered in cold blood by those brutes, had changed her forever. She, along with a few survivals had come to the Ondra pack to seek refuge. In Ondra she stayed even when her kin decided to leave since they could not cope with the harsh superstition of the Ondra pack, my mother had stayed. She stayed because she had fallen in love with an alpha, my father, the son of a beta. A beta who had birthed an Alpha. My father's birth had defied pack logic and his choice of a mate was looked on with tight-lipped disapproval, my father, an Ondra wolf had chosen an outsider as his mate, even though my mother had been the epitome of beauty and grace, she had still met with disapproval in Ondra

My mother's pack had been a very progressive one, with shifters believing less in superstition and just naturally going with the flow, which was how they had failed to see the attack coming, because they were to hospitable, and too trusting of strangers, unlike the Ondra pack whose very culture was rooted in suspicion, led by their bleeding mother Meinra. She was the goddess of earth and fruitfulness. Her statue in the center of pack is carved out of wood and decked with amethyst crystals, strange rivulets of a dark red liquid was placed in a pouch near the carved out hollows that were supposed to be her eyes, the liquid was placed in a way that her hollowed out eyes were constantly bleeding. To the Ondra pack, her bleeding eyes meant bounty and blessings,to them, it signified her fruitfulness pouring out into the earth to further enrich the pack. It was unnerving as it was eerie and I avoided that part of the grounds like hot coals. I couldn't stand to see the sight. It made me sad and a little resentful. There were so many taboos attached to her name. And I was suffering as regards to one of such taboos.

A newborn pup losing both parents on the day of her birth, could only mean that she was a cursed wolf and would grow to destroy the pack. Arrangements had been made for my demise but due to an unforeseen stroke of luck, I had been spared but dumped in the pack house to be raised with other orphaned pups. It was strange how a shifter could be marked as cursed upon birth.

My birth had been an unfortunate occurrence, my alpha father a handyman for humans had been attacked by hunters on his way back home to witness the delivery of his pup, a new addition to his family, out of excitement and needing to make haste, he had changed to wolf form and was attacked by human hunters who were in the area scouting for shifters, and while my omega mother was in labor he had managed to escape with bullet holes of silver in his chest. He had died as soon as he fell at her, my mother's feet. One of the midwives had told me that the wail my mother had let out had been so mournful that the entire pack had grieved without knowing what had happened. Her mournful wail had summoned the pack learder and half of the pack, my mother upon seeing her dead mate, had lost all thought of reasoning, such was their bond of all encompassing love that soon as one died, the other followed. My mother,being in too much pain had given up to join her mate and the midwives seeing that I would perish with my parents had cut me out from her. The scene had been gruesome. I had only been spared because my mother was so loved by the pack. She had been an epitome of grace and poise. And so the result of my birth had been a curse, and families in the pack shied away from me, in order to prevent what happened to me from happening to them. As if just by associating with me, I would bring misfortune on them

CHAPTER TWO

"If that fire dies, by the bleeding mother, I will use your hair for fodder" my chin dips in annoyance at Sammie's voice but I get up to add more firewood to the dying embers, looking at the window I see how wane the day has gotten, evening had arrived far faster than I anticipated. I had spent almost my entire day here in front of the fire daydreaming as usual. Bleeding mother knows why

Craning my neck I peer over at Sammie, who is fast at work, sitting with her crochet, busily knitting. I wonder what she is making this time. Her knitted work always comes in ridiculous colors and half hazard lines. The socks she had made for me just a few days ago were a frumpy pair with odd greens and yellow,like a cat's vomit. I had thanked her profusely, preventing her too ready sharp tongue from hurling insults at me for being ungrateful, with a harrumph of satisfaction she had left and I had deftly threw them under my bed

" Do the alphas return tonight?" My voice was full of anxiety as I peered closer to where she had retreated further from the fire. The lounge was in gloom and the only source of light was coming from the chimney. I didn't need to wonder how she was seeing her knitting, her glowing eyes were a big indicator of that. She was using wolf vision. No wonder her handiwork was in such jagged colors. With wolf vision, things were more magnified, but distorted in a way. Some colors were too bright for our irises to pick out, which meant Sammie ended up picking only the colors her wolf recognized

" The alphas will return when they do, or is there something you wish to tell me" her voice dripped with suspicion, I knew I needed to be careful, a slight mistake could very well endager my alpha. Oh, I was calling him my alpha?

My heart beat so fast at the thought of him as my alpha that I almost passed out

Sammie's yellow eyes widened in alarm at my reaction " Are you about to pass out?do you need to drink water?"

"N-no, I'm okay" I replied, taking in a huge gulp of air trying to settle my erratic heart

"Are you still weak..." Her voice dipped low in annoyance. I shook my head quickly to dispel that notion

" Since it bothers you so much, bleeding mother knows why.." with a roll of her eyes Sammie continued "...there will be back tonight, the storm might get worse. And we need the meat. There, are you satisfied?"

Nodding emphatically, I tried to thank her but her pursed mouth and narrowed eyes made me stay my tongue and brought me back to earth

" Now watch the fire young woman, before we all perish from the cold.. bleeding mother knows why this dreadful cold has set upon us this early..." I turned to the fire as she kept mumbling to herself

He would be back tonight, I could hardly breathe. I wanted to see him so badly, hear his voice even though he hadn't spoken to me directly since that day he had saved me in the woods. The feeling of his arms around me had sent a heady feeling to my head. My toes had tingled so hard I thought I would pass out. And when he had placed me gently on my feet, I had placed my legs tightly together to try and dissipate the full feeling of arousal I had gotten. Just one touch from him made me so aroused that I had almost begged him to take me back into the woods and ravish me. But I had restrained myself, I wasn't a normal omega that could engage in such frolicky games. My actions could have very dire consequences on not just me but the alpha. Any connection with me would affect his status in the pack.

My heart wilted in pain as I thought about it, and not for the first time I wished I led a different life. That I was someone different. Someone who could have all the things my heart desired, but I was not, I had to thread carefully. My being alive was at the mercy of the pack leader. My life was not my own. Not for the first time, my heart seized in fear and pain as I thought of my alpha and what danger my involvement in his life would cause

I sighed in frustration, the situation was impossible