It is sad to walk the streets at night. The couples laugh, embrace and kiss as if the problem of their life was solved. While I squeeze the plastic bag of the super that contains abundant fritters inside and I wrapped myself with my free arm to protect me from the sharp cold. The wind is cold, it makes my nose hurt. The little hoodie does against the cruel cold of that season.
I struggle not to feel depressed and I try to avoid unnecessarily sad thoughts.
It's my body struggling to have a baby. It is not what you really want. You do not need a partner.
It is what I repeat to myself over and over again to counteract the regret that crushes my chest every time I think that maybe there is no one for me.
I am twenty-two years old, four years ago that my animal emerged and since then my friends have left my side for different reasons, each and everyone found his mate shortly after his animal was revealed. While I against all odds I still can not find my compatible soul. What kind of stupid joke was that? The world created me with the inevitable need of a couple and refused to give me one. These years I had survived my jealousy thanks to suppressors and clandestine services of alphas of which I prefer not to speak. It made me feel so humiliated and dirty to think that I am so miserable to have to pay for being fucked.
I liked to think that the nature that possessed us was a simple illusion and that at the end of the day we could decide with whom we would like to spend our life instead of having to wait for a mystical energy to bring us down from heaven to that special person, who supposedly I would have to fit in perfectly with you and complete you. What a stupid thing.
When I arrived at my apartment my mood was already defeated and my desire to see action movies was replaced by my destructive habit of watching romantic comedies when I already felt lonely.
After choking on junk food and crying while eating ice cream watching the film of the pride of the pack, I sat on my computer and I worked on my manuscript. It was a love novel, ironically, but it was the culmination of my frustrated desires to have the perfect man. Alpha and its little omega. But what a joke. It was a book where castes did not exist, there were no things like destined couples and soulmates. They were simply people who enjoyed their company and loved each other for their qualities as people. Not only because your insides forced you to love without measure a stranger. No, there was a process of falling in love, or so I called it, where my protagonists spent time together and therefore came to know each other and to like each other. What I would give because the world was like that. With possibilities.
My heart skipped a beat as the violent sound of my alarm echoed throughout the room. I had fallen asleep at my desk. I turned off the alarm reluctantly and rubbed my neck that was stinging for the prolonged bad position. Back to my life
I took a bath and got ready to go to work. My day consisted of getting up at ten in the morning, going to an exploitative lava-washing job in an Italian restaurant almost on the outskirts of the city and returning to write until two or three in the morning. I was living the dream of my life.
I tied a bow and started my odyssey until my job. I walked to the station near my house and got on the subway with all the other employees like me. There were betas, omegas, and gammas, maybe if you looked well for one or another unhappy alpha. Although we were already a modern society that was not governed by herds as in antiquity, the alphas remained the privileged and richest caste. Bears, tigers, marmots, wolves, sharks, cats and all kinds of animals coexisted as a multi-diverse society changes globalized forms. The herds no longer existed, there were only a few extremist conservatives who lived far from everything and were suspicious of their pure lineage. There were no records of twin souls of different species but of different origins. Thanks to this I was comforted by saying that if I had a mate, but that I lived on the other side of the world.
After twenty minutes of human warmth, I arrived at my destination. In that part of the city graffiti decorated the streets and garbage framed the sewers with urban charm. If you did not know the area there was a fifty percent chance that you would go back without your belongings. But I was just carrying my little cross bag with ID, some cash and my cheap cell phone, just in case. It was dangerous to walk through those places, but it's the emotion of the unexpected that gives life a splash, right?
I arrived at the restaurant, I put on my white kitchen uniform and my hat of shame that identifies me as the lowest rank in the kitchen: it takes out garbage, scrubs floors and washes dishes. When I was lucky they let me help prepare the dressings. Despite it seemed a bad job, the pay was very good because the owner Enzo had certain special diners who needed the greatest discretion and silence. That's why Enzo kept us happy and united, so as not to be tempted to sell the information we knew. At first that had been a shock for me, I felt that I had gotten into the sponsor and that I was in imminent danger, I was tempted to give up and leave all that, but the more time passed I realized that it was not so bad if You would not put your nose where it did not suit you and even those people would tute you and also left an excellent tip.
- Good morning, chef Enzo
-Oh buongiorno, my dear Mary - the chef greeted me again while he cleaned his hands with his apron and came closer to me to give me two kisses on the cheeks. He took my hands and held them in his. -Today we have our special guests, but Joseph non può venire Could you attend to them, my beautiful Mary?
- Certo che sì, chef. -Of course. It was more of an order than a question because I really did not have a choice. Enzo had never asked me to attend to his guests without Joseph. Sometimes I helped deliver some dishes, but I was never the main center of the action.
- Perfetto - the chef let go of my hands and returned to what I was doing with a big smile on his face as always. Enzo was a very cheerful and helpful beta, not like the stereotype of the miserly and ill-educated Italian exploiter boss.
The afternoon passed quietly, the kitchen was a little chaotic due to the lack of Joseph, but otherwise, everything happened as usual. I was completely relaxed, as far as possible, when I remembered that I would have to attend to the distinguished diners who usually came a little after the restaurant closed. The chef would be in the kitchen preparing everything and since it would end I could retire. We would only be the two of us and a table full of imposing alphas and betas of varied species and dubious morality.
Finally, the restaurant closed and an hour later those men dressed in black arrived in their armored cars. The chef met them at the door and greeted them with two kisses on the cheeks. The boss of all that was known as Don Federico, a beta about my height, with a few extra kilos and an aged face. Meanwhile, I stayed on the sidelines by the table where they would take dinner in total silence trying to be invisible.
They held a small talk in Italian that I could not understand, they laughed and then the chef invited them to take a seat. None of them looked at me until Don Federico looked around for something.
- E Joseph? - Don Federico asked Enzo. Maybe it was strange that Joseph was not there to tend them as usual.
The chef explained with an apologetic face that Joseph could not attend, or so I thought he said. But then he turned to look at me animatedly and approached me.
- Ma abbiamo the beautiful Mary - "We have the beautiful Mary" said the chef while he took me by the shoulder and pointed at me with his hand.
I tried to smile as natural as I could trying to hide that I was nervous.
- Buona Sera, Don Federico.
- Chiudi an occhio, beautiful Mary - "close one eye, beautiful Mary" said Don Federico while winking at me. That expression meant that I turned a blind eye or kept quiet in an educated way of saying it.
I nodded and dedicated myself to serving them what the chef had prepared for them and to be alert in case they needed something. I served them wine and different types of pasta and dishes. They stopped eating until everyone was satisfied. While they dined, they talked about atrocities and misdeeds that they would have preferred not to be able to understand. These men were pretty cruel and ruthless mobsters. They even talked about how they had punished their partners in horrible ways. How could someone treat your intended partner badly? Assassins, kidnappers and traffickers, they were all bad in this world. I had witnessed other special clients who used to visit this place, but none had let their true nature so raw and neglected. His speech was too careless. I did not know if it was because they trusted me, because they thought I did not understand Italian or because they thought to get rid of me as soon as they finished their dinner. The mere thought of that made me nauseous.
- Mary - the chef caught my attention when I went to leave the dirty dishes in the kitchen. - Apparently, our guests wait for a very important guest and it goes without saying that this could become quite dangerous, my Mary. If this goes wrong, I would not want anything to happen to you, so as soon as I arrived, the guest could discretely retire.
- Yes, signore - my heart squeezed when the chef's words entered my ears. Something very dangerous was about to happen in this place and anything could unleash a disaster.
I felt bad for leaving Enzo alone with all that. He knew that there was no way that Enzo could refuse to receive his special clients if he wanted to continue running the restaurant or alive. I would always be obligated to serve them and obey them.
The bell at the entrance made us jump to both of our places. We hurried to go out to the dining rooms and I was able to face the same eyes of death. The man standing on the threshold was an imposing entity with a terrifying aura. His essence smelled of blood and his golden eyes were the only thing that shone in the gloom of his silhouette. He was tall, intimidating. My omega screamed inside me and yelled at me to get out of there at that moment. The skin went chicken and the hairs on my neck stood on end, I had never been before an aura like that, the power that came with it was something I had never experienced. The atmosphere that used to make me nauseous could now be cut with a knife. The tension between the men who were sitting at the table and those who were about to enter was overwhelming, dangerous.
When those men took their seats at the table, the static silence remained the protagonist of the night. It was a clear power struggle. My inner omega made me keep my head down and not look at those alphas that could easily break me in half with one hand.
I was about to take a step back to go when Enzo, who was next to me with his head down like me, took me by the hand and with an eye sign told me not to move. I assumed it was a very dangerous time to get attention.
- This long trip has given me thirst, I really want a glass of good wine - as if they had called him by his name the chef jumped without hesitation of his place and hurried to give him a drink and serve him the wine that rested in the center of the table - No, no, no. I said a good wine.
- Mio signore, it's the best bottle che abbiamo - replied the scared chef.
The chef looked at Don Federico nervously, not knowing how to react. Don Federico nodded and Enzo hurriedly got lost in the back of the kitchen. I did not know if I should follow him, but I just did not have the courage to move. I stood there. The density of silence had returned. Again I dared not look up far beyond the alpha's chest. My heart was running terrified and I did not know what I should do. Thanks to a divine being, Don Federico finally started talking to the other man, which gave me enough freedom to be able to sneak into the kitchen. He had stopped listening to their conversation. I did not want to know what they were saying, I just focused on what tone they said. If that started to rise I knew I had to run out of there.
In their conversations, I got to hear something about family, revenge, and satisfaction. All that coming out of the mouth of the golden-eyed man. I could hear something like a growl coming out of Don Federico's mouth. The talk continued for a while longer. The voices were rising. The tones were no longer calm. They were charged with haughtiness and fury. You could see the disaster coming and as I predicted, a lot of grunts and screams exploded in the place.
The screams were interrupted when the doorbell was heard and then the sound of it being whipped against the wall. A man outside the dinner shouted in Italian from the doorway and was followed by the shots of a submachine gun. The glass began to fly everywhere, the lights flickering, the sound deafening and the objects that shot through the kitchen. Out of instinct I threw myself behind the bar, squatted down trying to cover my head and cover the loud noise that stunned me. A sharp beep flooded my head and I unbalanced, knocking me from my position. I could not think. Everything began to happen in slow motion in front of my eyes. The lights that caused the shots drew, on the wall of the kitchen, the shadows of men and then of beasts. The shadow of a powerful cat pounced on another and the shots ended. The whistle that used to absorb me was slowly descending, revealing that the only source of the sound was my agitated breathing.
The silence was absolute, letting my heartbeats rumble in my head and shake my body repetitively. I was afraid. No. I was terrified. I never thought that actually one night something like this would happen. I could not stop the violent spasms. I closed my eyes, hoping that everything would simply disappear, that it would not come true. The darkness was the only thing that surrounded me. I tried to hear some noise that would indicate that someone was approaching, but I did not hear anything. The skin on my neck stood on end and that was just the sign of danger that my omega was trying to give me. Something was wrong. My heart almost stopped when a growl began to vibrate inches from my cheek and the wet snort of the beast hit my skin. A sob came out of my mouth unable to contain it and I pulled a scream when the beast let out a terrifying roar.
Hey there guys! First of all, I want to apologize for all the mistakes in the text, it is because the original story is written in Spanish and I just translated it in google to post it here.
And thank you for reading!