Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

A few days later…

I walked through the halls of the pack house, and I smirked behind my mask. This was as gaudy as I thought it was going to be. The colors were white and cream. Who picks those two for mating colors? I snorted as Meg, Shannon’s best friend, came running out of a room in tears.

“I fucking hate her.” She screamed as she ran away.

“She seems like a real peach.” A dark whisper came from behind the curtain. I was by.

“You aren’t supposed to be near me.” I leaned against the wall by the window.

“I know, but how could I not be?” His voice was soft. I heard the window open. “But someone is coming. I love you.” Then he was gone.

The lack of guards was laughable. “Do we really need to wear these stupid fucking masks?” Verity’s nasally voice was coming from down the hall. I just walked. She turned the corner with a familiar man, already in a mask.

“Will you please stop whining for five damn seconds?” The man rubbed his forehead. “We have only been here for an hour and you have already given me a migraine.”

“Daddy.” She pouted.

was watching his face, his familiar build, his voice. I was shaking my head before I even realized it. He stopped next to me, and I held my breath. He turned to me.

kept my

ceremony supposed to take place? We are just wandering around here.” He smiled and lifted his mask.

growled as she reached out her hand to grab

aren’t supposed to talk to the ranked wolves. Nor are we allowed to remove our masks.” I bowed. “It was a command.” I took a step back. “The main event will be in

watched me. “Do I

so, Alpha.” I dipped again. “What’s

a second.

He smiled as my stomach clenched. “You can call

him a tight–lipped smile. “Did

Continue with your tasks.” I nodded once

so nice to the Omega’s daddy? They don’t fucking matter.” Verity whined as I slipped around

and time again. Omegas are the backbone of our packs. They do all the

wants to do. And the enjoy it. It calls to their lower nature. If you don’t treat them nicely, they will leave, and then have to lower yourself to get the shit done.” His voice lowered. “You treat the trash like they’re cherished,

voices faded, but I was stuck trembling around the corner. Verity was my…aunt. There was

A sharp voice called out, and I turned to see Meg