The Stained Omega by Elle T Jefferson

17 and still growing
(Anna)
As I sit in the garden behind the packhouse I can’t help but think about. the last two years. My life has changed so much, and mostly for the better. After a few months here I learned that my life at Mountain pack was not the norm for all packs. Here at Swiftmane I have never been. slapped, kicked, belittled or even made to bleed. For the longest time I would jump if a male would move too close to me, my internal instinct. is to curl into a ball and make myself small like when I was a pup. I’m still wary of new males and some of the females but for the whole I think I’m doing ok. Beta James is really nice, he’s always there when I need him. Once I mentioned to him how sad it was to see all the flower boxes on the windows empty and then, as if overnight, they were filled with the most beautiful flowers.
Patrick the Head Warrior is trying to get me included in the training. sessions but from what I understand Alpha Fraction has put his foot down. No training for the little wolf G*d I hate that nickname. I’m not little anymore da*n it! We are strong!’ my inner voice is ast temperamental as always.
At the far end of the garden I can see Patrick leading a sparring group. I can’t say it looks fun but I wish I could join. I want to defend myself, I want to be able to hurt people the way I was hurt. Ok, maybe not the same way but you get my meaning.
Suddenly a dark haired she-wolf sits down next to me “Alpha said to call you in for food” Eve looked at me “oh and Happy Birthday Anna.” I love Eve, she’s easily one of my best friends. She turned 19 last week and is starting to become concerned she hasn’t met her mate.
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“I’ll just go wash up” I say to Eve as I get up and head to my bathroom. Yes, my bathroom. Located on the fourth floor between the Alpha and the Beta, they didn’t want me sharing a bathroom with the warriors so a few months after I moved in a small bathroom was added for me and me alone.
As I walk into the bathroom I marvel at the claw foot bathtub, the round sink basin and the beautifully subtle pink walls. I love coming in here, dumping as many bubbles as I can into the tub and just soaking until I am all wrinkled. After years of not having such luxuries I can’t seem to stop myself from taking baths as often as I can. I look into the mirror above the sink as I was my hands. My hair has grown over the last 2 years, my once uncontrollable shoulder length deep brown hair now sits just above my bottom and is sleek and smooth. Once I realised. no one was going to be grabbing it I insisted on having it grown out. My eyes are brighter than they have ever been, a piercing blue as deep as the ocean. Over the last two months I keep catching glimpses of yellow in my eyes. I pray that it’s my wolf but I still haven’t heard from her. I quickly dampen my face and wash around my mouth. I want to make sure I don’t have any crusting skin bits on my l*ps. Yuck. I never realised I did it but Patrick pointed out that I nibble at my l*ps when I’m nervous. This apparently leads to me pulling skin off them, I’m trying to drop the habit. Honestly.
As I walk into the kitchen I hear Beth scold the Alpha “Henry Fraction Monroe you will wait for everyone”
“I’m hungry now, just a bite won’t hurt” I’ve never heard the Alpha whine before but I swear he sounds like a pup right now.