Their Dark Beginning

When Fates Collide

“Omega!”

Came the rough drawl of her father, just as she stepped out of the shower. His voice was a gruff demand, to which she went running. As a True Alpha, and the patriarch of their family, he held a power over her. She complied with his unspoken order; wrapping a towel around herself before stepping out into her room, to greet her father, Augustine.

“Yes, sir?”

The towering form of Augustine Martel regarded her, his bulk a dangerous sight to behold. He was in his prime, frozen in time to the ripe old age of 42, though you would never guess that’s how old he was with all those rippling pectorals.. There were streaks of grey at his temple, and frown lines adding distress to his handsome features. He was a Pureblood of beauty and wealth, strength too. Martels were all built like Greek gods, even the women, and they would never age even a day older.

His eyes narrowed down towards her, displeased but composed. “Omega, you are not ready yet?” His thick accent added a purr to his words, though his ire was obvious. “You know we have an important meeting with the Dons tonight. You must be ready. This is a very important meeting, child.”

Anastasia gazed up towards him with wide eyes, unable to speak from the intensity that he offered. Her father had always been the dramatic sort, it was just his nature.

“Ye.. Yes, Alpha. I will not disappoint you!”

Augustine sighed before raising a hand, gently squeezing the back of his childe’s neck, his thumb lovingly caressing her Omegan scent gland. “I know that you won’t, or there will be severe repercussions .. For all of us.”

He strode then from the room, taking his intimidating air with him. Anastasia collapsed onto her bed, laying on her back as those gorgeous amber eyes foretelling her Omegan status stared up at the ceiling. Gold eyes were a telling of Omegas, while maroon showed True Alphas. Betas were a surprisingly lovely purple, and she would’ve given anything to just be a simple Beta. Instead, she was one of the most rare Pureblood Omegas in all of the States.

That’s why there was such a big meeting going on tonight. Her father, King of New Orleans, was going to introduce his Omegan daughter to the courts now that she had come of age (for their race, anyway.), which meant meeting all of the figureheads and Shifters Alphas from the surrounding areas. Although she wasn’t his chosen heir, she was still a Pureblood Omegan, rare as could be.. And that meant certain obligations.

“Why couldn’t I be normal?”

Anastasia sighed. She had just turned 150, which was a blink of the eye for humans, and the coming of age for Pureblood vampires. She was still considerably young for her age, but older than most species. She was the equivalent to 21, which meant she had more freedom now, to a degree.

As the adopted daughter of Augustine Martel, she had been pampered and protected since birth. Anastasia had once been the heir of the Meldova lineage, but they had offered her up to the highest bidder. There was no place for an Omega in their ranks, not when they had previously been blessed with only True Alphas.

Anastasia preferred being a Martel anyway, where she was loved... Although severely sheltered from the outside world.

“Dad is such a hardass, huh?” Came the voice of her older sister, Sabine, who had a sick sense of humor. Sabine Martel was a Beta, with a calming sense around her, and even though she was lesser in status than an Alpha; she was still respected among their kind. “C’mon Ana, get your ass up and stop moping! There’ll be plenty of hot ass tonight. That’ll make up for all this bullshit.”

“Sabine, seriously. This is a very important meeting for the family, and all you can think of is.. hot werewolf ass?” Ana leaned up from the bed and threw a pillow at her sister, who walked in with a large grin along her beautiful gestures.

“Hey, I gotta look forward to something while all eyes are on you. Now we just need to pick you out the perfect dress.. Come here!”

Sabine proceeded to drag Ana’s naked form across the bed, and the sounds of laughter and screams echoed throughout the house in the ensuing battle of dresses, makeup and girl talk.

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The girls managed to dress up, supposedly on their best behavior, as they entered the massive ballroom of the Martel Mansion. The room was filled to the brim with bodies, of all the most popular, wealthy and status high persons in New Orleans and the surrounding areas. All eyes truly began to shift towards her, just as Sabine had said, as Anastasia stepped onto the dance floor.

Sabine stood beside her, wearing a gown of velvet black that contrasted with the loveliness of her milky white skin. She was a beauty, a purple-eyed Beta with fair skin, red lips and gorgeous blonde curls that any woman would die for. Anastasia on the other hand was a brunette, with chocolate curls spilling over her shoulders and down to just above her tailbone. Her hair was her glory, touching just above her behind, and styled with little diamond star hair-clips.

Anastasia wore a deep maroon gown, reminiscent of the color of a True Alpha’s eyes, and it was made of silk. It clung to every curve, and fell down to her ankles, even though there was a massive slit in it from thigh to ankle to reveal an expanse of her creamy thigh. She was pale and beautiful, with golden eyes and soft, innocent features. She was dripping with diamond jewelry to show the wealth of the Martels, a sign of status. Every Alpha’s dream.

“I told you everyone was going to look at you. What about me?” Sabine sighed dramatically, though she wasn’t really jealous at all. Having an Omegan sister got her plenty of attention anyway. That Omegan scent of hers was sweet as cherry pie, and as warm as fresh vanilla. As a Beta, Sabine could smell Anastasia’s scent and be unaffected, especially since it was feint, with Ana being on heavy suppressants.

The family knew the truth; that Anastasia was an exceptionally powerful Omega.. And while that should’ve been something to spread the word about, it was kept under wraps. Ana would’ve been in danger, especially as an Unclaimed Omega with no mate. When she was mated, things would be different.. Until then, she was a rare but weak Omega with only her fertility and family name.

“Look at that.. The weakest Omega to grace a line!”

“I heard she is still unmated.”

“Probably because her daddy doesn’t let anyone get within 3 feet of her.”

“I heard she’s a total snob!”

Voices and rumors, she could hear them as she and Sabine made their way to the snack table. Fresh, mortal blood was being offered, spiked with alcohol to offer a buzz to those who were Purebloods. Anastasia took one of the glasses, sipping demurely as she sighed. She wanted to appear strong, yet, with everyone gossiping.. It was difficult.

“Cheer up, Cherie’. They’re just jealous you’re so pretty. And Omegan to boot!” Sabine always tried to make her feel better, but even that didn’t change the fact that these people had never met her, and yet assumed the worst.

Sabine eventually wandered off as Anastasia mingled, enjoying the ball before the meeting started. She was on her third glass of spiked blood when she accidentally bumped into a broad shoulder, which extended down to a massive hand that caught around her waist just before she could lose her balance. Soon, Ana was staring into the most beautiful maroon eyes she had ever seen..

“Hm. You should be more careful, youngling.” Said the unknown brute who looked like he could crush her beneath his hands in one movement. It was the only thing he said before he walked off, and Anastasia was left.. with an odd feeling in her chest.

Who was that?!