His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

1. Just an Omega

EVANGELINE.

I watched the minutes tick down on the huge clock behind the teacher’s desk, each second ticking by agonisingly slow as I zoned out of whatever the teacher was droning on about. Three more days I remind myself, three more days and I have officially finished this part of my life. That thought both scared and excited me.

It excited me because I would no longer have to see my tormentors five days of the week. It scared me because my future was unknown. And being that I was the weakest of the pack, my options were limited. And all because of one little issue. I was Omega. I was the lowest on the food chain, prey. A nobody.

The shrill sound of the bell on campus rang, and I blinked, coming out of my stupor. I glanced around the classroom, watching as students raced to escape as soon as the doors opened and pupils rushed out.

The school was a mix of humans and werewolves. Despite the typical cliques of cheerleaders, jocks, geeks, etc., there were even ranks amongst the werewolves too… I was just an Omega.
An omega was only good for two things; to serve as a pup carrier, or a plaything for a wolf who wanted me. That’s what’s expected anyway. As an omega we are meant to be meek and submissive and most of all compliant.

Placing my belonging into my bag, I toss my bag over my shoulder, making my way out of class.
The shrill sound of chatter now filled the hallway that was dead silent only minutes earlier.

“Oi move it!” One of the jocks shouted, tossing a ball at his friend, I ducked, the ball whizzing past my head.

“Loser!” One of the others snickered as I brushed my hair off my face, wanting to disappear into the ground.

heart racing in my chest. I didn’t like the noise or the rowdy way the pupils behaved… Loud noise always seemed to trigger my fight or flight or in my case paralyse me in fear. This time is no different, as my mind is assaulted by memories I weren’t sure were mine, or some conjured nightmare that has plagued me for as long as I could remember. Their

everyone thought I was a freak. One loud noise has me near jumping out of my skin, though it has gotten better over the years. I hadn’t had a panic attack in

I bite back the urge to growl at them or shove them back. I don’t do any of those things I wished I was brave enough to do. Not even when I step into the corridor where my locker is and another of my fellow pack member flicks up the back of my skirt, earning a shriek from me and an onslaught of laughter from those

However, I also didn’t want to be sold to the highest bidder once I turned eighteen, which was only a few days away. It wasn’t always sexual. Often, omegas were sold to other packs to tend to house chores. Even then, we would be paid a wage. But the prettiest ones were often sold for more… We all knew why. Even if we no longer lived in the

them in my bag and

females would treat the omegas like dirt. That was the life expected of me, that someday I’d serve an Alpha or Beta, if I was lucky. Maybe it was because I spent the last decade being taken care of by an

who was I kidding? The man I loved was out of my

night, one dark, snowy night. He had been out hunting with his father, Alpha Aeron, when they had stumbled upon the blood-ridden

Sinclair was only thirteen at the time, and I had been around eight… When he found me, I was covered in blood, clutching a

lucky enough to be brought back to safety with them, and even luckier that the Alpha decided to adopt me, although I was just an Omega. Sinclair had lost his mother and younger brother only a few months before that night, and so the Alpha had thought he could use the company and decided to

admired him and wanted to make him proud growing up,

to grab some supplies from the town centre, before heading home. She was Alpha Aeron’s mother, and with his Luna gone, she was very much the lady of the house and pack. I walked out of the building, doing my best not to bump into anyone. Ever since I had refused one of the werewolf boys, they had started

surroundings. Cursing at myself, Celia was always seeking an opportunity to humiliate and degrade me, and I unknowingly

to get it on with me. Dark Falls was right in the centre of six packs and one of the few schools that all the packs sent their kids to. “Aiy! Talking to you here!” Gwen snapped, grabbing my shirt and making me jerk to a stop. I turned and looked at them. All three were gorgeous, and you could tell from their toned physiques that they were excellent fighters too. “Well, she’s probably thinking she’s going to get lucky once she turns eighteen.” Celia taunted, stepping closer. “Wait, wait, does she think Sinclair would want her?” Janet jeered, making the other two laugh. I looked down, waiting for them to just get their bullying over with, so I could leave. It’s easier if you just stay silent anyway… Celia pinched my arm her nails digging in harshly, I press my lips in a line fighting the urge to palm her perfectly straight nose. It wouldn’t be worth the beat down I would get afterward. “Ah, look at that fat there! Jeesh! Work out a little fatty!” She hissed. “Yeah, nobody wants a fat little Omega bitch.” Celia

to order around.” “She doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air