Chapter 3
The Stained Omega
Alphas everywhere.
(Anna)
I am kneeling in the clearing, my head low in submission. My little safe haven has been invaded. What I
thought was the full Mountain Pack racing into my clearing is actually just the females and the pups.
havenât seen one male since the unknown people made us kneel in a group. The pups are crying, the
women are whispering or comforting their pups. I look towards the floor and wait.
It feels like I have been kneeling here for hours, although I donât think it has been that long. Finally, five
men stand in front of us, there must be maybe 500 wolves and men standing around us. Even I can tell
you these men are Alphas: they have an aura about them that even I can feel.
One-man steps slightly forward, he looks old, not super old but older than the men around him. His hair
is mostly grey, and he has age lines around his eyes which are a blazing green. I donât know why but
he seems kind. itâs his eyes, they have something in them that says, âtrust meâ. Of course, I know
better, no man is worth trusting. When he speaks, he reminds me of some rock singer I heard on the
radio once. His voice is all gravel and so deep it sends shivers down my spine.
âMy name is Alpha Rickson of The South Claw pack, today along with the aid of Alpha Steven of the
The Everfur pack, Alpha Darryl of The Grey pack, Alpha Callum of The Whiteridge Pack and Alpha
Fraction of The Swiftmane Pack we have raided and disbanded The Mountain Pack.â Alpha Ricksonsâ
voice carries across the clearing even though he isnât shouting. Some of the females start to cry, some
start to shout and some just sit and stare at the five Alphas before us.
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I canât believe it. The Mountain Pack is gone? Am I saved?
âYou all are here as you are under the age of 18 or are female. none of your men will survive the day.
We have taken swift action against The Mountain Pack after we heard of the crimes committed against
the Omegas within this pack. As you all know Omegas are to be treasured and cared for. That has not
been the case here. Everyone within this clearing will be divided up into one of the five packs standing
before. you.â Alpha Rickson continues despite a multitude of questions being yelled at him. âNo families
will be split up and where possible we will keep you together as much as we can. Please stay where
you are, when your name is called, please move to the mentioned Alpha.â
Alpha Rickson then has a man in a tidy suit step forward, if it wasnât such a serious situation I might
have laughed. From his tie to his lint free black suit all the way to his shiny shoes he did not look like he
belonged in a clearing sorting werewolf shifter into groups.
By the time the sun has started to set I am one of a handful of women still on the ground. Slowly the
group shrinks until I am the only one left. I hold my gaze at the ground. I donât want to see anyoneâs
disapproving look when they figure out I shouldnât be here.
Alpha Rickson comes and crouches down in front of me, âWhatâs your name darling? We have read all
the names on the list and yours was not on there.â His voice is like smooth gravel, honestly, I could fall
asleep listening to it. I hold my gaze at the floor and refuse to answer. Speaking to a male, especially
an Alpha has never ended well for me. When he realises I am not going to speak he goes back to the
man wearing the suit. He speaks to him in a low voice, so I am unable to hear him. Again, I wish for a
wolf to aid my hearing, I hate the
unknown.
âDoes anyone here know this pupâs name?â An Alpha whose name I donât know shouts out. I flinch
when being called a pup, I guess considering I am under eighteen I am in fact, a pup. One of the girls I
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go to school with steps forward, âOh sheâs just the town stain, sheâs no oneâ Needless to say, she
wasnât a fan of mine.
âThe town stain?!â The Alpha growls.
âSorry Alpha. I meant no disrespect, it is just how we all address her. It think her name is Abby. Maybe
Alice? Iâm sorry Alpha Iâm not sure.â The she-wolf steps back into her group while the Alpha stares
daggers at her.
The Alpha lets out a slow breath as if he is trying to calm himself. He moves closer to me and Alpha
Rickson, as he walks towards us, I manage to get a good look at him. He has sandy blonde hair tied
into a man bun; his face is mostly hidden behind a beard that looks well cared for. I canât see his eyes
due to the sunglasses he is wearing. I donât know why but I really want to see them. He is wearing
jeans that hang low on his waist, low enough I can tell he isnât wearing any boxers. His chest is covered
in so many tattoos I can barely see his skin. Around his neck he has a gold chain with a star hanging
from it. He has no shoes on and he walks with a confidence that says, âcome mess with me, it will be
the last thing you doâ. This man was h*t, *O.T and he knew it.
âWhat do you suggest Rick?â Alpha Hotty asks.
âWell, we are all at capacity, but she is just one female. Itâs odd I canât. sense her designationâ Alpha
Rickson looks me over as I kneeled at their feet. I could hear the question in his voice. He canât sense
my wolf and he doesnât know why.
Cared
âSheâs hurt, and sheâs so thin a gust of wind will knock her down. With how that she-wolf spoke of her I
donât think she has been well for. We canât just toss her out. I canât sense her wolf, she might be
injured. She looks old enough to have her wolf.â Alpha Hotty seems to be speaking out loud more than
to anyone in specific.
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Alpha Rickson says something that would change my life from here on out, âwhy donât you take her
Fraction, you have more females than pups. Maybe you can find space for her.
âFine. Iâll take her for now. Just until we find out who she is.â I canât say he sounds overjoyed at the idea
of another female pup.
Alpha Fraction, of The Swiftmane Pack if I remember correctly. Guess I am going home with him.
âYippy, canât wait to see what new torture is
in store for meâ my inner voice can be so sarcastic sometimes.
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III
Dreams of Realityâ