My alarm goes off bright and early Monday morning, August 7th to be exact. The first day of school. And my birthday.
Most people might be sad about their birthday falling on the first day of school, but not me. This is my 16th birthday. Today I would (hopefully) find my mate. Of course I’ll only get my mate once I come in contact with them so there’s a chance I won’t meet my mate today, but I’m pretty sure my mate will go to my school.
I presented as an omega on my 12th birthday, when I had my first heat. Ever since then my parents have been disappointed in me. And disgusted. No one really likes omegas. Some packs tolerate female omegas, but no one likes male omegas. They think we’re disgusting. Freaks. My mom never really said she hates me, but you can tell. Every time I brush by her she flinches and gives me scared looks. My dad and brother on the other hand, they make sure I know they hate me. My brother, Lucas (17), pretty much ignores me at home but at school he and his friends beat me. I honestly don’t think his friends know we’re related. My dad treats me like a slave almost. He makes sure I do a lot of chores and have proper manners.
Never make eye contact,
Bow when talking to people of a high rank (which is everyone),
Never talk back or be disrespectful.
Know my place.
He yells at me a bunch and degrades me but he has only hit me or put his hands on me a couple of times, and for that I’m lucky.
There are 5 ranks for wolves, technically 7. The first one, the highest in the hierarchy, are dominant alphas. There are not a lot of dominant alphas considering they're the leaders of the pack. Only the leader of the pack and their Luna (the mate of the Alpha) can produce dominant alpha offspring. The ‘Alpha’ title is passed down from generation to generation, passed down to the oldest son (unless another alpha challenges the Alpha for his position and wins, which never really happens). Dominant alphas are aggressive and very possessive. They have large, muscle-y builds and produce strong pheromones to make weaker wolves submit and in some cases can calm panicking wolves.
Next are submissive alphas. They’re pretty much like dominant alphas except they are weaker. They don’t get to be Alpha unless they beat the current Alpha in a duel. Most submissive alphas take on leadership positions or become warriors.
Next are dominant betas. Their hierarchy works the same as dominant alpas, where only dominant betas can have the Beta position and it is passed on generation to generation to the oldest son. Betas aren’t nearly as strong as alphas. The beta acts as the Alphas right hand man and advisor. They help the Alpha out and try to keep them in check when their mate can’t or if they don’t have one. Submissive betas are next. They are pretty much like regular people. They have very little pheromones and strength which is why they don’t have mates. They do have a wolf form and take jobs around the pack house to help out or, if they have a mate, stay home to provide for the kids and their mate (sounds boring). Mom is a submissive beta while dad and Lucas are submissive alphas.
Okay so I gotta be honest deltas and gammas are next but I don’t really know what they do. I know they don’t have mates. Wait, I think one is like a warrior… a general maybe? I don’t know. No one wants me around the pack house much less asking questions about how my own species works.
Lastly, the lowest on the hierarchy, are the omegas. Omegas are known for 2 things: being weak, and being beautiful. Omegas have a natural beauty, well I’ve heard they have, I’m the only omega I know and I could argue I’m not half bad looking. Once a month omegas go into a heat and are required to stay home till it’s over since heats attract alphas, dominant betas, and some deltas and gammas making their wolf instinct to come out and take us. Sexually that is. It’s basically when our wolf instincts come partly out and we get really horny, wanting to mate with pretty much anything. Omegas are fragile, mental and physically. We're tiny and not very strong so omegas do basic family jobs (in places they are welcomed). We need a lot mentally, especially after we meet our mate. We need love, affection, attention, someone to take care of us and make us feel loved. We nest when we’re sad or in a heat. Omegas have strong pheromones which change based on our mood, especially when we’re distraught or scared. When we are distraught our body sends out pheromones attracting alphas to come help us causing alphas to flock to us, to try to make you happy. We also have calming pheromones making it so we can expel them, calming alphas and dominant betas. And the worst thing about me. The thing people hate the most (beside my personality, quirks, kinks, and mental illness). Male omegas have wombs and can produce offspring when mated with an alpha. You’d think people would think it's a blessing, to be able to give life. But people hate it. They call me a freak. Most packs don't tolerate omegas and when they present as omega they are killed by the alpha. The omegas that are left to live are treated like slave sand are neglected and abused until their scent glands stop working, making it so we can't produce pheromones and can't find out mate. Soon omegas like that die.
Any who, these are really depressing thoughts for my birthday. I’m excited to get my mate. I’ll be able to tell when I get near my mate because of their smell. It’s a unique smell only a wolf nose can pick up. But the scent of a mate is said to be unique. So even though all wolves have a distinct smell, the smell of your mate will be stronger and better to your nose. It's also said once you and your mate make eye contact you'll get really horny, but I'm not sure if it's a rumor or not. Only alphas, dominant betas and omegas have mates. I could be mated to an alpha, a dominant beta, or even a human. It’s unlikely for me to be mated to a dominant alpha or a dominant beta because I’m an omega, weak and pathetic. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t pick some like me to mate someone of such high position.
The past few years I have felt lonely and depressed. I want someone to love me for me and take care of me. I don't have any friends, I've never had a boyfriend, the people I am surrounded by only abuse me, whether mentally or physically.
"ELLIOT!" my dad yells banging on my door, "If you don't turn off that bloody alarm clock I will come in there and destroy it!"
I realize my alarm has been going off for a while and launch myself out of bed, reaching to turn off the alarm. The room falls silent.
"Damn that boy." My father mutters walking away from my door.
I feel a chill run down me and realize what I'm wearing. I glance up to the mirror and see my lacy pink panties and matching lacy pick thigh highs. Oh right. Sometimes I like to wear lingerie to make me feel more confident. So what. Sue me. As I look I notice how the lingerie squeezes my fat making it squish over the top and I feel revolted. To my horror I feel tears start to well up.
'No one could love me, so fucking fat' I think to myself.
"No. No." I say to myself, "Get your shit together Elliot, you are hot and sexy and your mate will love you."
I turn and march to the bathroom attached to my room. I hop in the shower using my favorite green apple shampoo to make me smell nice for my mate. I hope out of the shower dry off and attempt to dry and style my hair. My hair is basic-bitch brown and slightly curly, so it never lays down like I want. My gaze drops to my face and I gotta say omega beauty is definitely a thing. My eyes are large and bright green, they have thick, dark lashes framing them. My eyebrows always seem manicured though I never touch them. My face is clear (though I do have a face routine). My lips are soft and plush.
My eyes drift down to my body, much to my chagrin. I eye the layer of fat layering my tummy and thighs. Gross. I wrap myself in my towel and exit the bathroom, walking away from my pity party.
I'm about to drop my towel when Lucas throws open the door.
"Drive me to school" he demands, looking at me with judgmental eyes.
"W-why can't y-you drive?" I stuttered, very uncomfortable with my lack of clothes.
His eyes harden, "What did you say to me, omega?" He demands stalking up to me. I feel his wolf's dominance forcing me to submit. My eyes drop to the floor.
His pheromones cloud the room and I let out an involuntary whimper.
He snatches my wrist causing me to drop my towel. I reach for it, panicked, but he grabs my wrist tighter and kicks my towel away.
"Wha-what are yo-"
He pushes me onto my bed, climbing over me to secure my wrists with one hand. I struggle to get free but I’m just an omega and he is significantly stronger than me.
"I don't have to tell you shit." He seethes. His eyes trail down, taking in my body. He smiles.
"You're turning 16 today aren't you." He takes his finger and drags it down my collar bone, to my tummy, and down towards my groin.
"Shut up" he demands and the omega in me has no choice but to be silent. It didn't stop the red hot tears from flowing down my face. He laughs "No one wants an omega, especially one like you. Good luck getting your mate to accept you." He flicks my nipple before getting up and leaving.
The second the door closes I curl up on myself, as tears continue falling down my face.
I let out an ugly sob.
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