The Stained Omega by Elle T Jefferson

Mine.
(Fave)
Standing by the big oak in the Packhouse garden has become my favourite pastime, over the last few weeks I’ve learned so much. And when the house is empty I have free access to the house, the things I’ve found out would put the hairs of grown man on end. Anna is falling apart and honestly I can’t help but think it’s justice to those around her. She ruined this pack and now they will ruin her, it’s actually quite funny watching those around her whisper and constantly cast those worried glances at her. They are all waiting for the little Luna Omega to pop her top, little do they know that wont happen. Omegas are more reserved than that, the damage of everything happening to her is more internal and will change her in ways they can’t even imagine.
Some things are happening that I don’t like though, for example, this morning Jefferson showed up. He’s been inside the packhouse for a few hours now and you don’t call in the best shifter lawyer unless you need something big. Jefferson is known as Alpha Darryl’s lawyer but occasionally he will help out within the other Packs. He isn’t the parking ticket kind of lawyer though, he’s the guy you call when a human accidentally gets killed. Jefferson is known for getting his own. way no matter what, sure the guy is hot as sin and he’s a machine in the courtroom but as a wolf he’s deadlier than most around him. He’s an Alpha in his own right but as he never found a mate he decided to forgo his Alpha side and passed the Pack to his brother, now he just guides him with a helping hand. Darryl and Jefferson are the stories you tell pups to keep them in line, when they were younger they caused all sorts of drama and hell. For a short time it didn’t look like either of them would become Alpha of the Pack but then something happened, no one knows what happened, it’s a mystery shrouded in secrets and lies.
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07:13
Watching Jefferson leave the packhouse I nod at my brothers who manage to nail him with three tranquiliser darts, it takes about thirty seconds in total. One second he’s standing next to his car and the next my two brothers are carrying his lifeless b*dy into the woods. They do a quick walk into the woods to the left of the packhouse and vanish from sight. The only remnant that he hasn’t left is the car still parked on the driver. Doing a quick scan of the area I don’t see anyone so I head for the car and pick up the keys my brothers dropped. I make quick work of starting the SUV, I don’t speed out of the driveway, I simply take my time. It will draw less attention this way.
The house I share with my brothers and father is just on the boundary of the packland, my father wanted us close so I could be near Fraction but far enough away that no one would know our business. Our family line goes back hundreds of years so not all of our practices are conventional, we use a lot of old world knowledge to make sure we keep close to our ancestors. The Elders get all uppity and angry at wolves who follow the old ways so we keep it quict, for now. Parking the car round the back of the house, I leave keys in the ignition, my. brothers will use them to get rid of it once we are done. I expect my father to be in the basement with my brothers and Jefferson but instead he’s standing on the wrap around porch smoking a rolled cigarette.

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“Where have you been, girl?” my father asks, hitching his jeans back up his massive stomach, the stained once white wife beater doing nothing to hide it from view.
“I had to make sure the coast was clear before I took the car, couldn’t have Fraction seeing me. Or his little Luna.” He just nods at me as he tosses his still lit cigarette into the dry shrubs.
“That could cause a fire,” I shout after him as he enters the house.
“Let the Alpha deal with it,” I do consider going and putting out the cigarette but then I think my father is right. If a fire starts let the Alpha deal with it.
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Following my father into the house I pass through the simple country style kitchen that needs a good clean and head into the basement. My brothers have already tired Jefferson to a chair that is screwed to the floor, he has chains wrapped around him. The chains were handed down through the family and no wolf is breaking them, not ever. I’m kind of sad to see he’s still sleeping.
“Did you give him too much?” I ask them all as I get closer to him, I’m startled backwards when his emerald green eyes open suddenly and flash yellow, “oh, hello there.”
“What have you done to me?” he slurs while trying to move his arms.
“Moving will be rather impossible I’m afraid.” I tell him while standing backwards and letting my father take over.
“I’m Theo Greylone, welcome to my home Jefferson. Now why don’t we have a chat about what you were doing with the Alpha today?” I grab a chair from the side of the basement and settle in for the fun.
“Wasn’t with the Alpha,” Jefferson says, casting his eyes around the room, as soon as they lock with me they narrow.
“Now don’t lie to me, son. I happen to know you were in the Packhouse for hours and unless you were helping that sis sy boy Beta you were with the Alpha and his b itch Luna.” My father seethes at him. Jefferson doesnt say anything to this so my father nods to my brothers. “My boys here are going to teach you how I like to be answered.”
“Can I try?” I ask hopefully, I’ve seen them do this before and I really want to try my hand at it. Something tells me I’d excel at punishments.