The room was thick with tension and heaviness, a freaking knife could even cut through it due to how thick it was. “I am tired of the hypocrisy, tired of the double standards. If Storm is to be punished for his actions, then so should every member of this pack who dares to defy my orders,” He said in a very strong voice, causing my heart to skip a beat. The room fell silent, the weight of the Alpha’s words hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that he was not going to back down, that he was willing to confront the Elders head-on in order to assert his authority. Elder Robert’s face turned red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to regain control of the situation. “You are to speak to us in such a manner, Zackery?” He spat, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You forget your place as Alpha.” Zach chuckled without humor and then took a few steps closer to them, saying in a chilled and hard tone, “No, it is you three that have forgotten your f*ck
Beta Mark gently slaps his forehead in frustration. It was evident that he was annoyed at Elder Robert at this point. “This boy has been trouble since he was a baby. He was never fit to be Alpha, the Moon goddess had chosen his brother, not him!” Elder Robert continued his rant. “Let’s be honest, if Storm would have not left, you were never going to be Alpha.” He directed the last sentence at Zach. The Alpha wet his bottom lip and nodded slowly before speaking, “As I said, there would be consequences. Every damn day, you three want to sit on your high horses, expecting me to be a picture-perfect man and Alpha. Well, it’s time that you three face the music that you so often like me to dance to.” “So what are you going to do, oh, high mighty Alpha?” Elder Robert asked in a mocking tone. I really think that he was digging a grave for himself. I wanted to join the conversation, to say something, but it was not really my place. It had never been my place. I was nothing but a nobody; an
They were all watching me as if I knew the answers to the deepest questions in life. I stood there, fidgeting with my fingers, racking my brain as to what to say. “I don’t think this decision should be placed in the hands of an omega, it’s quite disrespectful,” Robert Elder broke the silence. Damn, even when he was begging for his life, he still had a big mouth. But honestly, that was true. I appreciated Zach wanting me to be a part of this but this was certainly not my place. “He’s right,” I agreed. “I have no right or business making such a heavy decision. Or even influencing it in any way,” I confessed, my voice small. Zach nodded, pleased with my answer. He then turned towards the Elders and gestured for them to stand up. “I have been forgiven for worse, of course, I can forgive you three.” He shrugged. The Elders stood to their feet, extending their gratitude. But I had a feeling that this was not over. And I was proven right when Zach continued, “I can forgive you, but that
As Zach’s unexpected invitation echoed in the air, my mind raced with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Clubbing? It was not something I had ever imagined doing in my life, let alone with the Alpha of the pack!And remembering the intense events of the day, maybe we needed it. Maybe. But there was an undeniable excitement tingling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of experiencing something new, something outside my comfort zone. “Clubbing?” I echoed, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. Zach grinned, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “That is right, Rue. A little celebration is in order, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows a bit. I hesitated, uncertainty flickering in my gaze. Clubbing was not exactly my scene, and the thought of navigating crowded dance floors and blaring music made me feel slightly conscious of it all. But then again, when was the last time I had let loose and embraced the thrill of the unknown? When? I had never even done so, my life b
As we found our way through the pulsating crowd, I could not help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Zach led the way with an easy grace, effortlessly weaving through the people as though he owned the place. His presence commanded attention, drawing curious glances and whispers from the crowd around us. Cassie and Beta Mark followed closely behind, their confidence and charisma adding to the aura of prestige that surrounded our group. I could not help but feel a sense of pride of pride as I walked alongside them, reveling in the attention and admiration directed our way. As we reached another part of the club, a bouncer who was standing in the way stepped away and allowed us to pass. It was certainly the VIP section. Everything looked way more better and expensive. And all the people on this side of the club looked very bougie and important. The music was loud and I could feel each beat in my chest. We reached a table that a waiter escorted us to. He had ke
As the moon painted the orphanage in its silvery glow on the eve of my 18th birthday, fear gripped my heart, causing my throat to get dry. Turning 18th was something huge. If not for everyone, it would be for us who lived in this hellhole that was called an orphanage. This was something that every omega feared, every one of us within these desolate walls. The clock on the wall suddenly made a small sound, signaling that it was now midnight. “Happy birthday to me,” I sang to myself in a depressed tone, tears filling my eyes as I remembered that I did not know anything about my parents. I was only told that they had dropped me off when I was born, at the doorstep of the orphanage, all bloody and slippery. And that was all I knew. I could not and still cannot understand how someone would be able to do that to their child; to a newborn baby that did not do anything wrong! But I guess bad luck and pain had been my best friend from the very beginning. Tears slid from my eyes and fel
I watched the smile deepen on the face of Mother Teresa as I was called to the front of the line, my heart thundering in my chest. There were so many eyes on me and I had never felt so self-conscious. In the shadow of her passive-aggressive demeanor, a conversation unfolded. She feigned sweetness, saying, “Rue, dear, aren’t you looking stunning in that uniform? A perfect fit, just like the life we have provided for you here.” I resisted the urge to scoff, keenly aware of the underlying sarcasm, replying, “Thank you, Mother Teresa. I try my best to follow the rules and look presentable.” That was the only way to respond to her, with respect and humility. She was the owner and head of the orphanage. She owned us all. With an air of false concern, she continued, “Rules are crucial, especially for orphans like you. We must mold you into refined individuals, even if some need a bit more molding than others.” She cast a devious smile at me. I suppressed my frustration, nodded, and
After our short meeting, we quickly headed back to our chores, scared before we got caught. But we did not, and that made me release a sigh of relief as I returned to the scrubbing of the floors. Reaching in the soapy water for the floor brush, I shivered a bit, but I ignored the feeling, making sure to scrub the tiles of the corridor. I worked tirelessly through the day, tired but knowing that I had a few more hours of rest before I escaped to XP club. Throughout the day, I worried. Every sound would make me jump. I had this fear that I was going to be taken away any second by a group of men who were going to be too strong for me. I kept looking over my shoulders when I cleaned, and washed some of the caretakers’ clothes, and while doing everything else. But nothing. Nothing happened. No one came to get me even though I was at the age when the older omegas would just disappear; be taken away somewhere unknown. I prayed so hard, that Mother Teresa would forget about me being 1