Chapter 4
The Stained Omega
Dreams or Reality?
(Anna)
My heart is beating so loudly itâs almost like I can feel it in my head. I canât seem to slow my breathing.
My hand is covering my mouth as I pray he wonât hear me. I am tucked into the worldâs smallest
cupboard. âMake yourself as small as possible and he wonât find usâ my inner voice tells me.
I can hear him, heâs banging doors open and closed. He stomps around so much I can feel the
vibrations of it under my butt. This isnât just the man hunting for me, itâs his wolf as well. If he finds me I
donât know what he will do.
I hear the door to the bathroom open and then close, Iâm listening so hard I can almost feel the sound
of the lock as he locks us both in here. As if in slow motion he opens the cupboard doors and I am met
with the eyes that seem both blue and yellow at the same time. His wolf
wants out..
âThere you areâ¦â my father snarls at me as he drags me from my hiding spot.
I wake with a jerk, for a moment I am confused. I am not in my basement, this is not my foam mattress.
I realise we are moving, Iâm in a car with three other females and an Alpha male. The driving Alpha
looks sideways at me but doesnât comment on how I awoke.
Alpha Fraction, thatâs him. After he said he would take me to his pack. me and twelve other females
were piled into cars. He has a male driving each car and a van filled with the other males he brought to
demolish the Mountain Pack. Itâs dark which tells me we have been
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travelling for a while. I canât tell where we arc, I can barely see anything out of the car window.
âBad dream little wolf?â Alpha Fractionsâ voice shocks me, itâs like water skimming over a rock, he
sends little shivers down my spine, Iâve never heard anything quite like it. I donât answer him of course,
I tend not to speak unless I really have to. I hate punishments. Instead I place my hands in my lap and
stare at them as if they are the most interesting thing on the planet.
âStill donât wanna talk huh? Thatâs ok. You will when you have something important to say.â He talks like
he knows I wonât answer, something about this Alpha makes me think he can read my mind. âWhen we
get to the Pack house I am going to ensure all the females. get sent to housing around our Pack land.
They will be sworn in but. because you are under age I canât swear you in. Not unless you want it and I
wonât force the issue. For now you will stay in the Pack house where me, my Beta and Warriors can
keep an eye on you. I canât place you with a family until you speak to us.â He looks at me again, âYou
can trust me, little wolf.â
I donât know why but I do trust him, I give him the smallest of nods. It donât want to be rude and not
acknowledge him but I also donât want to speak. With the damage to my face and bruising on my b*dy I
donât think I can take any more punishment right now. As he continues to drive into the night he puts on
the radio, high enough to hear but low enough to not disturb the sleeping females. Since he is focusing
on the road I study his features. He has a strong jawline, like ones I saw in a magazine once. His beard
is full and well cared for, it looks super soft and I long to run my fingers through it. âDonât be silly, you
are a pup and heâs a strong Alpha. Honestly!â My inner voice is right. I look down at my hands again as
we glide into the night.
We stop two times for fuel and bathroom breaks, some of the males let their wolves out for a quick
stretch and a run. I notice they are all thick
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furred and either black or grey. I donât get out of the car so I donât see more than that. Mountain Pack
wolves are all sandy brown or mud brown. I wonder if the colour depends on the pack or if itâs random.
Not having a wolf myself I donât know and itâs not like I have anyone I can ask these questions. The
females all use the restroom, drink bottled water and nibble on small snacks. I stay in the front seat of
the Alphaâs car. I donât want to get out. If they forget me and leave me here I donât know anyone. I
would die out here with no wolf. Some of the younger girls keep giving me looks and whispering to
each other. I know at least three of them from school, all older than me at eighteen but they know me
and I know them.
The sun is starting to rise as we pass a sign that says Swiftmane Pack â NO TRE****ING. I am
surrounded by thick woodland with really. tall trees. I canât see past the forest, I donât see any fields at
all. I love fields. They have always been my safe spot. âGuess we will need to have a hunt aroundâ my
snarky inner voice says. After what seems like hours we finally reach houses, some are small, some
are big, some look like stores. I see a building that is without a doubt the school. Nothing says school
like stu**dly coloured fences and grey walls. Everything looks well taken care of, lawns are mowed,
bins are not overflowing and people are slowly starting to emerge from their homes for the dayâs jobs
and tasks. We pull up to a massive red Victorian style house. It has a white wrap around porch and
huge windows. There are flower boxes on some of the windows but no flowers which seems odd. As
we all pull up the cars and vans park behind one another.
I watch as females run to the males and greet them in only a way mates can. Given the k*ssing and
hugs I can only assume these are the malesâ mates or at least their chosen mates.
âAlright little wolf, welcome to Swiftmane Packâ Alpha Fraction says. in a tired voice. He looked
exhausted, I mean he did drive all night. I take a deep breath and slowly come to stand outside of the
car door.