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.

part of the school's football team. His lean, toned physique,

who decided to grace us with her presence," Isaiah sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

stammered and reached

dye my hair. But that didn't stop them from calling me

and looked, but his homework wasn't in my bag, and then it hit me; I remembered rushing out and leaving it on the kitchen

my chest as I braced myself

wasting our time," Elijah

so sorry," I said and began

I cowered from his anger.

he was soon

tomorrow; get it!" he gritted

even the teachers turned a blind eye to my

and everything was a laid-out plan: I turn eighteen, get my wolf, graduate, then Mariah and I leave this wretched town. I was hoping to get a scholarship to a university in the city, and there we can seek refuge under wolf packs

not liked in the pack. I myself because I am a wolf with no origin that was picked up at

safe space. I arrived and took a seat on the old pillow I keep there, just in

lunch box that contained my peanut butter sandwich and water bottle. I took my novel

of the bleachers, where I saw two people

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 kiss someone. I have never dated before; I mean, who can possibly like me? But seeing the two of them

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

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

they looked like the same person, they were completely different; Austin had a more relaxed demeanor. And they forced me to know which one was the other because when we were young, they'd always punch

stoic appearance, with sharp features and a determined expression. Their tall frames and broad shoulders spoke of their