The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 1

Chapter One

"Ms. Brown!" I heard a voice yell, jolting me from my sleep. I looked up to see my math teacher, Mrs. Jacobs, scowling down at me.

"You may be top of the class, but I won't allow you to sleep in my class," she firmly said.

"I apologize; it won't happen again," I said, and she rolled her eyes, walking back to the board to continue with the lesson. I haven't been having much sleep together with the assignments I have to do plus those of other people. I have no time to sleep.

The lesson went by in a daze. Before I realized it, it was already lunchtime. I had some pieces of bread that I took from the park house when our Luna asked me to throw them away.I planned to have them instead of buying lunch from the cafeteria. I make a little bit of money by doing other people's homework and helping some in their tests, so I can use it for lunch money. But as our departure draws near, I plan to save every penny I have.

I walked out into the busy hallway. Everyone was talking about the coming-of-age celebration of the Alpha's son, Elijah, and no one noticed me, which was a relief.

I pulled my hoodie up as I made my way down the crowded hallway to my locker, trying to blend into the throng of students.

Suddenly, Elijah materialized before me, clad in his leather jacket, jeans, and boots, his imposing frame blocking my path with an air of entitlement, his figure menacing, his dark presence casting a shadow over my small frame. I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, making me swallow hard and take a step back.

"Where are you going, carrot head?” he said, taking a step closer, his gray eyes piercing through me with an icy coldness that sent shivers down my spine. His smirk filled with malice.

Elijah was a true Alpha; not only was he the captain of the football team and the most popular guy in school, he had a commanding presence with a strong, muscular build and a confident demeanor. His dark hair is usually kept short.

He bears the mark of leadership with pride, exuding strength and power in every movement. He was a guy every girl had a crush on, a modern-day Adonis. But most importantly, he was my bully; he, like everyone else in town and the pack, hated my guts.

One of his cronies, Isaiah, who was also his best friend, trailed behind him, his smirk mirroring his own. Isaiah was usually nice to everyone else but me; people in the pack even call him the nicest guy around, fitting his position as Elijah's Beta perfectly.

lean, toned

with her presence," Isaiah sneered,

and reached

you did with your hair,” Elijah said, touching a short strand of my brownish-red locks. I have always had ginger hair, but everyone growing up kept calling me carrot head, so I told Maria to dye my hair. But that didn't stop them from calling me that name up until now. A few

bag, and then it hit me; I remembered rushing out and leaving it on the

heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for the

our time,"

sorry," I

idiot!" he yelled, and I cowered from

bullied me but because he was soon to be

homework first thing tomorrow; get it!" he gritted

Isaiah said and tugged painfully onto my short hair. I heard everyone whispering and giggling; even the teachers turned a blind eye

and continued to my destination. Just a little while longer, and Mariah and I will be out of this place. I'm in my senior year, and everything was a laid-out plan: I turn eighteen, get my wolf, graduate, then Mariah and I

pack. I myself because I am a wolf with no origin that was

would find me and bully me; it was my safe space. I arrived and took a seat on the old pillow I keep there, just in the corner. I liked this place because I could see out but no one could see inside, the only light coming through the small spaces in the planks but

I took my novel out so I can read;

where I saw two people making out. I recognized the guy as one of the Vandabelt twins and the girl, Olivia, one of

curiosity but later felt ashamed of my actions. I have had my share of late-night erotic novels under the covers. But I couldn't help but wonder how it felt to

to peep on people, carrot head," I heard a voice I dreaded say, making

to; I swear," I said as I looked at

were mirror twins; many people couldn't tell them apart, but I could. Even though they looked like the same person, they were completely different; Austin had a more relaxed demeanor. And they

with sharp features and a determined expression. Their tall frames and broad shoulders spoke of their physical prowess. A firm