Brrring, brrring.

Elijah’s alarm rang loudly at 6 a.m. sharp. The first day of school. And Elijah’s birthday. Some people might be sad about their birthday falling on the first day of school, but not Elijah. A wolf's 18th birthday is the most important one. It’s the day Elijah will, hopefully, find his mate. The second he comes in contact with his mate, he’ll feel it. He’ll smell his mate's magnetic, addicting scent, and just know. It’s the one thing he wanted. 

"ELIJAH!" His dad yells, banging on Elijah’s door. "If you don't turn off that bloody alarm clock I will come in there and destroy it!"

Well, maybe the second thing he wants. Elijah rolls over to turn off his alarm, a green sheet twisting with his body.  

"Damn that boy." His father stomps away down the stairs. 

Ever since Elijah presented on his twelfth birthday his father has treated him like the scum of the Earth. An omega. The worst thing to be in the world, or at least it is in Elijah’s pack. His first heat wasn’t too unexpected, no one thought Elijah was gonna present as an alpha, not even a beta was plausible. But Elijah hoped. Hoped the goddess would shine mercy down upon him and at least make him a beta. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. His heat came and everything changed. He was an omega, he wasn’t a strong alpha with a pine-straw scent like his brother, Lucas. He was an omega, with a soft, floral scent. An omega, only good for fucking and making babies, the opposite of what a man should be, according to his father.

His father's disappointment was palpable, his disgust even more so. The moment he presented he made it clear that Elijah's life, his future, was over. He locked him in the basement, no scents, no nesting materials, only throwing down food and water bottles until his heat ended. From that moment on he put Elijah to work. Splitting the household chores with his mother, pushing him around, and berating him till Elijah thought maybe death would be better.

Lucas was quick to follow in his father's footsteps. Luke presented as an alpha. His rut kickstarted the second he turned 16 and his father made sure Elijah and his mom left to stay elsewhere. By the time Elijah and his mom returned Luke was different. Elijah's father was proud, but it was more than that. He was aggressive, posturing, always trying to make sure Luke knew who was in charge, but even more angry if Luke was too submissive to him. It… hardened Luke. He became more aggressive, especially when it was starting to become more apparent that Elijah was not going to be an alpha. Once Elijah presented and his father started getting more physically aggressive, Luke mimicked their father's behavior. 

“Hurry up Butterball!” Speak of the devil. “I need to drive you to school!” Luke pounds on Elijah’s bedroom door.

Elijah glances at his alarm clock. 6:45. Shit. 

Elijah shoots out of bed, sheets wrapping his legs up as he tumbles to the ground. A chill rushes down his nearly naked body, clad in only a pair of soft, cotton panties, as he scoops a green sweatshirt off the floor, pulling it over his messy, brown curls. 

“ELIJAH!” Luke bangs on the door again.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Elijah grabs a pair of skinny jeans out of his dresser and squeezes them over his plush thighs, jumping up and down to shimmy them on. He glances in the mirror at his disheveled hair in despair. Putting a brush on his curls would only make it worse. 

Elijah throws open the door and startles at Luke, still standing at his door, arms crossed, biceps flexing. He can smell the ‘pissed alpha’ pheromones flooding into his room.

Uh oh.

“Took you fucking long enough” Luke snarles.

“I’m sorry.” Elijah cranes his neck up to look at Luke.

“At this rate, you’ll never get there, you stupid bitch, hurry the fuck up. I don’t know who you’re trying to look good for anyway, it’s not like your mate will accept you even if you do have one.” Luke mocks.

It was Elijah's turn to be pissed now. He knew he shouldn’t talk back, he learned that years ago. But he couldn't stop himself. 

“Like you have any right to say that, it’s been two years and you still haven’t- oomf” Luke pushed Elijah to the ground. He looked up at Luke, deer in the headlights as Luke approached him, a storm in his eyes. Luke’s pheromones grow stronger forcing Elijah to slow his gaze, submitting to the alpha. Luke squats down and grabs Elijah by the collar.

“The hell were you gonna fucking say to me, you stupid bitch.” Lue seethes. “You don’t know fucking shit about me you stupid cunt.”

“I’m sorry,” Elijah begs, “I’m sorry, you’re right, I take it back.” He whimpers, fully lifting his neck to submit.

“Fuckin-”

“LUKE! Chill your pheromones out before I fucking MAKE you!” Luke and Elijah's heads snap up in unison and Luke drops him back down on the floor, standing back straight up, shoulders drawn tight. 

“Yes, sir,” Luke growls before turning back to me. “Hurry up omega.” Luke turns on his heel snarling, but not before giving Elijah a quick jab to his side with his foot. His footsteps rattle the house as he storms down the stairs.

Elijah slowly lifts his head to look at his father, whimpering in fear. 

“Now the little bitch wants to submit, huh? Well, what are you fucking waiting for?” Elijah's father mocks, scowling down at him. “Fucking stupid omega.” Elijah's father stalks over to him, grabs him by his curls, and pulls him out of his room and down the stairs. 

“Ow- please, I’m sorry sir.” Tears slip down Elijah's cheeks as he’s practically thrown down the stairs and pulled out the front door.

Luke is already waiting outside, leaning against the car, arms crossed. He stands up straighter as my father throws me out on the doorstep, finally releasing my hair from his punishing grip. 

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Elijah's dad snarls at Luke.

“Yes sir.” Luke watches as his dad shuts the front door, turning to look at Elijah, still crumpled on the doorstep. “Hurry up omega.” Luke turns to climb in the driver's seat. 

Happy Birthday to me I guess.