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.

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 screams, the scent of blood and the cold snow under my feet assaulted my

jumping out of my skin, though it has

little easier until I am smashed by someone’s shoulder. 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

sexual. Often, omegas were sold to other packs to tend to house chores. Even then, we would be paid a wage. But the

put my belongings away and retrieve what books I needed for home, re-stacking them in my bag

expected of me, that someday I’d serve

I kidding? The man I loved was

his father, Alpha Aeron, when they had stumbled upon the blood-ridden town. Sinclair had caught sight of me when they

thing, and that was my name. Evangeline. Sinclair was only thirteen at the time, and I had been around eight… When he found me, I was covered in blood, clutching a teddy. From the bodies, they realised they were all humans, so they had quickly got me out

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

admired him and wanted to make him proud growing up, but that soon changed

the list Grandmother Philomena had given me. She wanted me 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 bullying me. As an omega, they thought I’d just be ready to get down with anyone. I couldn’t really blame them for that mindset, when it was something many Omegas did, and in return, they

when someone blocked my path. I internally facepalm myself for not watching my surroundings. Cursing at myself, Celia was always seeking an opportunity

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

for is side bitches, for the main bitch to order around.” “She doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as Sinclair.” Gwen muttered. They kept their voices down as a group of people passed. I may be an Omega, but I was still adopted by Alpha Aeron, and they