Megan found out that accepting your fate and choosing your destiny is easier said than done when you are a werewolf. "You're nothing! An omega- worse than filth. You'll never be my Luna!" were the harsh words she had to endure to pull herself out of the hellhole she found herself in when she told her mate, about the positive pregnancy test. almost destroyed her, despite not feeling the pull of the mate bond. The Alpha was ashamed of her. Ashamed that the Moon Goddess had chosen a weakling as his mate and instead explained the time he spent with her to his pack as 'punishing her for disrespecting him'. Thinking of her baby, and its future, had her leaving the pack life behind- it only seemed logical. She would forget she loved the alpha and provide for herself and their baby. She had the support of Jax, her best friend. Except falling in love with her best friend wasn't part of her plan. Returning to the pack with her daughter wasn't either. Soren, the alpha begging her to forgive him and take him back was not part either... Oh no... Meg was bound to Alpha Soren by the Moon Goddess but torn by her desire for Jax.
Meg's POV
"Brrr," I shiver in the cold, I hug myself, my thick loose black hair, swirling around me as the frosty air gushes around. The worn thick jacket, I have on will suffice for now but when it snows, I will require a thicker one. Unfortunately for me, this will have to do for now until next week when I have the amount, I would need to make the purchase.
Grinning, I rub my hands together, both in glee and to warm myself up with the friction. I have been saving for this black jacket with a red hood, for almost a year. I think I fell in love at first sight with it and since I am from the pack- White Mountain, the shop owner agreed to keep it for me.
What a kindly old man.
Gazing up from the thick, stumpy tree branch I had settled myself on mere moments before, I take in the view of the green mountains, in the far distance of my residence. But not too far as I can make out the difference between houses and buildings- mostly.
I've rarely been out of our pack's border because it's almost forbidden without permission from Alpha- he's so dreamy. I close my eyelids reminiscing in the memory of his touch. His skin against mine...
My mate. Alleged.
Instantly I force myself to stop that trail of thought. He is my leader, and I must not think about him this way.
And as a lowly hybrid, I must obey his every command, whether I wanted to or not. Heck, even the other higher-ups in werewolf rank could boss me around and I would obey. It's been embedded in us since our existence came about.
Moon Goddess and all that. Don't let me get started on how much I think this Being or Beings despises me- I'd only end up feeling sorry for myself and I loathed pity even when it was my own, for myself.
Watching out into the far distances, especially from a higher height, is my hobby. My favourite. I can close my eyes and not hear chatter from my pack. Or orders being given and or whimpering from my housemates.
My inner wolf is peaceful calm and does not talk much, choosing to remain in the back of my mind most times, rather than surface. We are that weak.
Sneezing because the chilly air suddenly turns frosty-cold, I almost fall off the branch between my legs, my head spinning from the impact. Hurriedly leaning forward, I hug the branch, waiting for the dizzy spell to fade away.
It happened twice in the past four days, and it usually follows with a dim sort of headache. This time, however, I feel nauseous. And a shortness of breath accompanied.
Thinking of what a scene would stir up if I blacked out and didn't return to my house by sundown, I decided to head on back home, fighting the dark clouds inside my head, all the way. I mean my housemates might not notice if I was missing but there is always some other pack member who likes to stir up unwanted troubles.
My housemates all smile dully at me as I whoosh past them. Dully because it's just too much to muster up something you don't feel on the inside. See we might be werewolves, but we are the weakest in our pack- omegas. The runt of the litter. The pack members all treat us with more scorn than dignity because our wolves are almost non-existent.
Meaning it makes no sense we have wolves when we provide nothing towards our pack's strength and only make our pack weak. Our wolves could be defeated by a mere growl from an alpha- some wolves don't even come out and wither away, leaving only the human form.
And sometimes, very rarely, the human vanishes leaving a wolf that cannot morph back to the human self. It's a pathetic life.
And I am one of those- the most subordinated. Omega and branded too.
I recall the time Beta grabbed my arm, grinning as he displayed the needling machine and indigo ink. Later that evening, I cried when I saw what he had tattooed onto the back of my neck and my tears spilt over. It was a horseshoe but instead of both ends going inward, it went outwards.
It was the sign for omega. Weakling.
But that was years ago and it's no use crying over spilt milk now, is there?
We do the labour- not the respected ones, we do the chores- the cleaning up after. We cook, wash, feed the babies, scrub down blood...you know the castaway's jobs that are too degrading for other members of the pack. Sometimes we are spared a few shillings- not actual shillings but you get my drift.
Domestic work.
We have a separate house from the others in the very middle of the pack houses as we cannot protect ourselves, let alone the pack, if under attack. The pack's warriors protect us. The deltas and gammas.
We have no parents or have been discarded by our parents. Most of us barely finish high school and very few make it higher- like the pack doctor. He's omega but he has his own house with his wife and family- still he resides in the middle of our community as he still needs to be protected from attacks. And because of his position in the human world, he frequents with the leaders of our pack.
He is considered an elite.
Not all family is bad however but it's just better this way for us all to live together. So, as to not disrupt others when we need to get up and move at early light.
And everything omegas wear are hand-me-downs. Our clothing might be a bit worn most times, but they are not stained or tattered.
Finishing up my chores, I take a quick shower, feeling so much better than earlier when I abruptly threw up. No warning- just barf.
Throwing up is a part of life for us. It's been known to affect only the weaker members of the pack like regular humans as our immune system cannot fight off viruses as easily as a normal werewolf could. I mean it's not like I will pick up everything that passed but every couple of years or so, yeah.
Weak and pathetic is what I am. I find myself wondering for the fifth million time; what is the sense of me being alive. I just occupy air that could be used by someone else. Oxygen is pretty vital, you know. My absence might just save the planet.
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A few days later, upon returning from the supermarket, Mary, one of my housemates, barely looks at me when I almost run into her, and she falls to the dirt floor outside our house. My hands never reached out to grab her because they were tightly clutching my cloth bag that contained the over-the-counter boxes.
I am a wreck at the moment because of what my bag contains. I won't be able to purchase my jacket after all.
She's dressed similarly to me- in jeans and a plain blouse. Hers is pink while mine is white, and both of us donned hand-me-down Addidas white sneakers on our feet. Her hair is beautiful, but she always wears it in a simple bun, and she is ten years older than me. I'd be lying if I said she was beautiful but honestly, she wasn't that bad looking.
Dull, is a more accurate word. And she always seemed uncomfortable.
Instead of shooting something at me along the lines of, "Watch it," as the other pack members would, she apologises to me with her head lowered and then stands up, dusting her behind.
They all do this to me- as if I am better than them. The omegas I mean, not the other pack members.
When Timothy met Siri- erm- smelled Siri he was hooked. He started seeing this unknown face everywhere, which was crazy for he's never seen her face properly and he's even in a different country altogether! Mission- find the woman! Mission accomplished. But one thing led to another and he sees his happy ending fading away and marriage looms in front of him but it's not the woman he loves.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."