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.

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

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 years, so I am a little surprised the jock pulled one out of

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

torment I couldn’t wait to escape. 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

in my bag and heading for the doors while ignoring the

hated by ranked females. Where the Alpha may have a few favourite omegas, the Luna or other females would treat the omegas like dirt. That was the life expected of me, that someday I’d serve an Alpha

love… But who was I kidding? The man

hunting with his father, Alpha Aeron, when they had stumbled upon the blood-ridden town. Sinclair had

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

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

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

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

myself for not watching my surroundings. Cursing at myself, Celia was always seeking an opportunity to humiliate and degrade me, and I unknowingly walked directly

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,

doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as Sinclair.” Gwen muttered. They kept their voices down as a group of