Chapter 1

***Chastity***

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I lifted my head, looked at the ratty old alarm clock on the table by my bed, and groaned. It's 5 am

already. With another groan I rolled off my bed, stood, and pulled on a pair of old jeans, a black t-

shirt, and a grey sweatshirt. Without even looking at the broken mirror in my room, I pulled my hair

into a ponytail. After I slipped on my worn out sneakers, I grabbed my toiletry bag, and snuck down

to the wash room on the first floor to wash my face, and brush my teeth quickly. After returning my

bag to my little area in the attic I went to the pack house kitchen to start breakfast for everyone,

thankful I had done prep the night before, even though it left me exhausted this morning.

After the prep work I had spent the majority of the night finishing up a project for my science class.

It would be my last for high school. Graduation was in 2 weeks, and I wanted to make sure I

maintain my high grades. Finals started next week then I was done. I was excited, but nervous. No

one knew that I had applied, and been accepted to a specialized nursing program two packs over. I

knew there was a big chance I wouldn't be allowed to go because Omegas were not typically

allowed further education, but I had hope.

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself, and give a bit of background before I get too far into my

story. My name is Chastity Bloomfield of the Moonlight Pack. I just turned 18 two weeks ago. I have

red hair, not bright red, more like dark wine red, that sits between my shoulder blades. It was longer

at one point, but was cut into a crew cut 6 months ago for punishment, but I'll come back to that

later. I also have bright green eyes. I am pale skinned, I'm pretty small, only 52" to be exact, and

pretty skinny. Despite popular belief, not all werewolves are Amazons, and built like runway models.

That has more to do with you status, and rank than your species. Omegas tend to run small, myself

being the smallest I know of.

I'm the daughter of Beta Dimitri Bloomfield, and the late Brinna Bloomfield, stepdaughter of Aurora

Bloomfield. I have two old brother, Jax and Colby, and one younger brother, Braxton. Jax, Colby, and

Braxton are the products of my father and stepmother. I'm the only product of my father, and my

mother, his fated mate.

Let me explain that real quick. You see each wolf has their fated mate, and depending on the

circumstances, a second chance mate. Some wolves take a chosen mate when they get impatient

waiting on their fated mate. Even with a chosen mate, if you happen to find your fated mate, the

chosen mate bond severs, and all you want is your fated. That's why so few wolves take a chosen

mate. My father being one of the exceptions.

He had chosen Aurora when they met in high school, mated her, and had 2 sons. When Colby was 2

years old, my father met my mother while at another pack for a meeting. He brought my mother

home with him, ended the bond with Aurora, then mated, and marked my mother. He made sure to

provide, and care for Jax, and Colby, as well as make sure Aurora was provided what she needed to

be a good mother to my brothers.

Within the first year of their mating my mother became pregnant with me. I don’t remember that

time at all as I was only a baby, but from the box of pictures I found tucked into the corner of the

attic where my “bedroom” is, it looked like we were all happy, including Jax, and Colby.

Unfortunately, right after my third birthday, my mom died in a car accident. Less than 6 months

later Aurora, Jax, and Colby moved in with my father and myself, and Aurora was pregnant with

Braxton.

Life for me became pretty tough after they moved in. Aurora hated me, completely, and treated me

like dirt under her shoes. Jax did what he could to make me feel loved, and wanted, but it was tough

for him once he began his Beta training with our father. My brother Colby followed their mother's

example from there, well more he became indifferent to me. Braxton treated me the same way

Aurora did, in every way. It sucks having a two year old smacking you for no reason. I never knew or

understood why. My father has been distant from me for as long as I can remember. On my twelfth

birthday, he abandoned me completely. My whole world changed that day actually.

You see, on or around a wolf's 12th birthday, their wolf's status or rank can be scented by others, as

our wolf is beginning to prepare to emerge. This also helps ranked wolves prepare the younger

generation for their position, and responsibilities within the pack. The ranks are Alpha who is the

leader of the pack. Beta who is the second to the Alpha. Gamma who is the third to the alpha.

Deltas or warriors who are well the warriors or the packs protectors. Regular wolves who are the day

to day wolves such as doctors, nurses, teachers, shop owners, and the like. The lowest ranked wolves

are the Omegas. The Omegas are the maids, cooks, gardeners, baby sitters, and basically the

laborers of the pack.

From things I have heard, Omegas are considered the backbone of the pack as they are ultimately

the caregivers of all. We make sure there are meals for our pack members and families. We make

sure the homes are well cared for. We're called on to care for the elderly, sick, and even the pups

when needed. It's not unheard of for an Omega to be asked to babysit pups while their parents are

needed somewhere or have an emergency. We're also asked to keep the elderly company when the

families members need to take care of their other responsibilities. We can also be found at the

hospitals keeping the sick and injured company.

The thing is that Omegas are more in tune with, or empathetic to the emotions of others. No we

can't sense other's emotions, or in anyway influence their emotions. What we can do is empathize

with the emotions another is experiencing. If a person is sad, we're sad with them. If their angry,

we're angered over what angered them. If they're happy, we share in their happiness. We feel the

connection thru the emotions of others. Making us the right ones to care for those that need it

most in the moment. My time in the pack hospital over the years, sitting with the sick and injured

inspired my desire to be a pack nurse, and midwife. I have assisted with a few births while I was in

the pack hospital, sitting with an anxious family member.

Anyway, back to me. I remember that day clearly. I had gotten out of bed on my 12th birthday,

excited that my rank would finally be known, and maybe, just maybe my father would start to love

me as he did my brothers. I skipped into the small kitchen in our family quarters, with a smile on my

face, to find my father sitting at the counter drinking his morning coffee. He took one look at me,

sniffed the air, and scowled at me. My smile instantly fell when I heard him growl.

He stormed out of the kitchen, but I heard him grumble about being cursed with a worthless

Omega for a daughter. My heart sunk when I realized he would never love or accept me now. You

see we come for a long line of strong, proud Betas. Not a single Omega any where, until now. I was

a disappointment. That night, instead of celebrating my birthday, I was moved out of the family

quarters, and into the corner of the attic. The following day my life as a slave to those that lived in

the pack house began.

From that day on I was responsible for making the meals for everyone that lived in the pack house,

doing everyone's laundry, and cleaning up after everyone. I was just thankful that the only people

who lived in the pack house was the Alpha Joseph, his daughter Gina, my family, the Gamma Peter's

family that consisted of him, his mate Naomi, and their son Ross. As well as Aurora's brother John

and his daughter Fiona.

The Alpha’s mate, our Luna, Jane, passed away in a rogue attack a few years ago. She had always

been a nice woman. Always a smile on her face, a kind word, and a soft touch. She was definitely the

heart of our pack. Her loss was hard on every one, especially Alpha Joseph, their son Rowen who is

our Alpha-to-be, and their daughter.

After she passed away, things became more difficult for me in the pack house. Luna Jane did not

allow mistreatment of others, and had stopped Aurora from punishing me multiple times. She

wasn't aware of many times I was abused so there were plenty while she was alive. I appreciated her

efforts when she did prevent it though. Once our Luna was gone, that gave Aurora, Naomi, and

Aurora's niece Fiona the freedom to do as they pleased to me. They have taken full advantage of

that. There is hardly a day that goes by that either Aurora or Fiona don’t find some reason hit,

humiliate, or, otherwise abuse me.

I can't count how many times I've been slapped, kicked, beaten, had things thrown at me, ice cold

water dumped on me, tripped, starved, even whipped for some mistake. As I said earlier, I have even

had my hair cut off. That happened due to tripping, and spilling drinks on Fiona six months ago. I

had been serving dinner one evening. The Gamma's mate Naomi stuck her foot out in front of me

as I was carrying drinks over to the head table. I tripped over it, and dumped all of the drinks I was

carrying on Fiona. Aurora, Fiona, and Naomi drug me to the dungeons that night, beat me, than

shaved my hair. I spent two nights down there before Alpha Joseph realized I was there, and let me

out.

Alpha Joseph doesn't abuse or ridicule me, but he is distant, and does nothing when I was abused in

any way. He barely acknowledges my existence most times. Of course Aurora, Fiona, and Naomi

were not disciplined in any way for what they had done. My father didn't even look at me when I

returned upstairs. Nor did he acknowledge my condition. I hadn't eaten in three days at that point, I

was covered in blood, bruises, and chunks of hair. Later that night I had to sneak over to the pack

hospital to treat my wounds with the help of one of the pack nurses that was on duty. No one said

anything against my abusers though. They turned a blind eye.

The Alphas daughter Gina wasn’t a whole lot better as she was good friends with Fiona. She didn’t

take part in my physical mistreatment, but she had no problem ridiculing me every chance she got.

She also never stopped the physical abuse. I couldn't help but wonder what her mother would have

said about her behavior had she still been alive. I'll never know though.

Gamma Peter, John, Ross, and Colby never raised a hand to me as there were strict laws against

males physically harming females, especially minors. If they had hit me in anyway, they risked being

locked in the dungeons or whipped. Gamma Peter, Ross, and John mostly ignored my presence

unless it was to make a demand of me. Colby didn’t physically harm me, but his words cut deep.

Braxton, unfortunately was a completely different story. Despite the laws against males physically

harming females, he always found a way to get away with hitting, kicking, or hurting me in some

way. I can't count how many times he found me cleaning a room in the pack house, and decided it

was a good time to beat me up. More than once I have blacked out from the beatings. The one time

I said something to someone about it, Aurora gave me a second beating the same day for getting

her precious baby boy whipped. I learned quickly to keep my mouth shut, and just accept the

beatings.

Aurora also was the one in charge of my meals. How that happened, I have no idea, but she seemed

to find pleasure in denying me meals for days at a time. When she did allow me meals, I got the

smallest amount of food imaginable. I was not allowed to eat the food I made for the rest of the

pack house residents. If I was caught eating any of it, unless it was what was left over from the meal,

I was beaten with either fists and feet, or a whip. I was always thankful for my wolf healing as I

healed quickly. The only place where there are true signs of abuse are the lash scars on my back

that were incredibly deep, and hard to heal. I hated and loved those scars. I hated them because

they were ugly, but I loved them because they showed I am a survivor.

All of this is one of the big reasons I want to go away to nursing school. I need to get away from the

abuse, and pain. I need the freedom, even if just for awhile. I want to learn about who I am as a

person, and a wolf.

The other reason I want o go to nursing school is because I want to prove to myself that I am more

than just a pack slave. I am more than a maid, cook, laundress, on call baby sitter, and punching

bag. I want to help people, be comforting, heal people, and just be more than what I've been

relegated to.

My wolf Leila wants the same thing. That's the last thing I need to tell you about myself. Being a

werewolf I share my life, soul, mind, and body with a wolf. All werewolves do. We have a strong

connection, and bond with our wolf. We are a team in all things. Our wolf is our best friend, and

constant companion.

As I said before, at 12 our wolf can be scented by others, but we did not start to feel our connection

to our wolf until 13 or 14. Our wolf begins to reach out to us in our mind around that age so we can

start building the bond between ourselves, and our wolf before our first shift at age 17. Without that

time to connect with, and build a relationship with our wolf we would be unable to control our wolf,

and can quickly become feral.

My wolf Leila reached out to me the first time a week after my thirteenth birthday. We became fast

friends. Leila is a lot like me. Positive, and hopeful. She does have a bit of a shorter temper than I do.

Well considering the fact that I have no temper, any one would have a shorter temper than I do. She

is also very protective of me.

After my first shift on the night of my seventeenth birthday, I have had to work hard to keep Leila

from fighting back every time I am abused. I have had to explain to her that violence against the

higher ranking wolves could cause us to be locked away, or banished from the pack. Despite how I

am treated in the pack house I do love my pack. Eventually Leila understood, and just did her part in

healing me when I'm hurt, comforting me, and just being with me when I'm feeling alone.

I remember how excited I was the night of my first shift. Usually wolves aren't left alone for the first

shift, but with my status, I was unfortunately left alone to shift. Leila had talked me into sneaking out

of the house, and into the woods that night so we could shift. The shift had been painful, but she

was with me every step of the way, talking me thru it, and doing what she could to keep me calm.

Once the shift was complete, we ran for what felt like hours before reaching the small lake in our

woods. My first view of my wolf had been breathtaking. I was pure white, but not completely. My

ears are the same color as my hair. I also have patches around my eyes of the same color, but a

small patch of white below my left eye that I swear looks like a heart. My left front leg, and my right

hind leg are also the same red. The end of my tail has red as well. On my chest, between my front

legs, is the only other red. A patch in the shape of a heart that is impossible to miss. My eyes are

also the same bright green in my wolf form as in my human form. Even in wolf form I am still small

though. Only standing about 5' tall. That's not surprising as an Omega though. We're always the

smallest. The largest being Alpha’s who stand 6'5" or more in height when in wolf form. Not that

any of this bothers me. I'm happy with myself, just the way I am.

Despite all I have experienced over the years, I do my best to remain positive. I try remind myself

that it won't always be this way, but that is hard. There may come a day when I'll get away from this

pack house, even if it's just in a small home some where in the pack. I'll find my mate, and he'll get

me out of here. He'll support my dream of being a nurse and midwife. He won't hit or abuse me.

He'll love me for who I am, no matter what because that is what a mate does.

Your mate is your partner in all things. They are your confidant, your companion, your strength, your

light in the dark, your love, your lover, your friend, and your cheerleader. They are your other half in

all ways. Where you are weak they are strong. They are you home when you're lost. They are you

calm in your storm. They are your everything.

When we turn 18 we become able to sense our mate. All it takes is to scent your mate, to lock eyes,

and the bond is established. It's what humans would call love at first sight, or in our case, first scent.

It is solidified with marking, and mating. It then becomes unbreakable unless one of the pair dies.

You can be away from each other for a time, but it's not comfortable.

There are rare cases of one mate rejecting the other, or both parties rejecting the bond. That

typically only happens in extreme cases such as one being a dangerous criminal. Sometimes, if a

one already has a chosen mate, and they do not want to ruin what they have with that chosen mate,

they will reject the fated mate.

Rejecting the fated mate gives the rejected a chance to find a second chance mate, which is rare to

find, but it does happen. The bond between the first rejected mate and a second chance mate is as

strong, if not stronger than the bond with their first chance mate. The lasting effects on the rejected

mate is usually emotional more than anything.

The experience for the rejecter is vastly different. If you reject your mate the Moon Goddess does

not give you a second chance mate because you denied her gift by rejecting your mate. That leaves

the rejecter with having to take a chosen mate. The problem with the chosen mate is that the bond

between the two is a lot weaker. They also do not provide each other the strength and peace that a

fated mate does. It is also very difficult for chosen mates to mark each other as the wolf does not

always accept the chosen mate. This results in a partial mark instead of a full mark showing both

parts are completely intertwined. Usually only the human sides are intertwined with each other. The

wolf sides never really intertwine.

So now you know about me, and us. Now on to my story about how an Alpha ended up having to

fight for me, an Omega.