It Was All Down Hill from Here

"Look at those vile clothes she wears. She should just rip out her heart and end her misery." Cynthia said, gossiping with the other volleyball players.

"She is too weak to rip her own heart out. If her family had any money, I'm sure they would have paid someone to do it for her." Another girl responded.

"I would pay someone to do it. I hate being associated with her family. They are traitors to our Alpha and should had been killed with their father." Cynthia spoke a little louder. She didn't need to though and she was aware I could hear her perfectly. I was a weak omega, with a small wolf, but I still had wolf hearing.

I felt a dark presence behind me and took a sharp breath. He was near me. I could always sense him. Even though he tortured me worse than any other, I still feigned for his touch.

"Are they upsetting my Raven?" Blake spoke in my ear. He called me that name because of my hair, something he always fancied.

"No!" I said, tilting my chin a little higher. I learned years ago to not let them break me down. Actually, I learned years ago that breaking down only made it worse.

The day my father was dragged from our house was the day the torture began. Not a single day did they let up on it either. I was a child to a traitor and was not worthy of being a part of this pack.

I should be grateful they allowed the rest of my family to live and remain under their protection. I swear it was just for their entertainment that the Alpha let us stay. Normally, the family of a traitor was all killed or banished. I never knew why we were allowed to stay, or why my mother wanted to.

No one mourned my father's death, in fact, they cheered during his beheading. Another horrible day of my life I wish I could erase.

I couldn't blame them though. It was true, my father betrayed our Alpha. What did he expect would happen? I wonder if he even cared about my mom or my six other siblings he left behind to carry on his shame.

"I think my Raven is about to cry." Blake's breath was fanning across my neck and making my insides set on fire. His fingers twirled my silky black hair and I loved the small touches he gave me.

"I'm fine, Blake. Please, leave me be."

"Leave you be? Is that any way to speak to your Alpha? I think your family disrespected mine enough." Blake spoke with anger. He turned 18 last month and officially became our Pack's leader.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just want to be alone. I can't be tortured today."

"What is so special about today?" He asked, brushing his finger across my neck, teasing the sensitive spot my mark would one day lay. He always teased that spot on me. He knew how it drove my body crazy, but today it made me drip desperately.

"Nothing, I just need my strength." I tried to brush him off, but I knew Blake. He was finding my frustrations amusing.

We used to be best friends when my father was the lead omega of our pack. We grew up together and I loved him for as long as I can remember. I even considered him my closest friend before everything in my life changed.

Blake always favored me back then too. After the trial and my father was killed, Blake began turning cold to me. He said he had to show me no kindness because his father would hurt me otherwise. He was all I had, so I accepted his kindness with his tortures.

When the world turned its back on me, I started to cling on to the most desperate shreds of attention I could get. Blake was my light, my hope, and although he hurt me from time to time, I never hated him for it. I loved him.

"Nothing? Don't lie to me, Raven." His fingers played with my long black hair again. "I know how special today is."

"Please Blake, I beg you to be kind to me today."

"You beg me?" He moved his lips on my ear so I could feel every movement they made. "So many ways I want you begging me, Sasha." He grunted as my body melted, releasing a thick layer of my arousal for him to smell. I couldn't help it.

I always wanted Blake, but this morning I woke at exactly 6:05 am, the time I was born 18 years ago, with a burning need to be with him. It wasn't like before, this time it was all consuming and I was barely keeping myself in check right now.

"Blake." I cried in desperation. I couldn't lose control, not now.

"Locker room, twenty minutes. Don't make me come find you." He warned me.

I shot my head back to beg him to leave me be today, but he was already gone.

I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to steady my heart and growing wetness. I can't lose control, not today.

I heard girls giggling close by and I wanted to cry. I just wanted a dark corner to sit in and let all my tears out until I was someone else. Someone stronger, more confident, someone that loved themselves.

"She actually thinks our Alpha likes her. She is so stupid."

"She's pathetic. Blake likes to play with her and she falls for it every time."

"She probably thinks he will choose her tomorrow."

They laughed at how ridiculous that would be. The Alpha Lycan choosing a lowly omega, a traitor, as his mate.

Blake spent the last two years searching for his fated mate when he turned 16. Fated mates were rare in our time, almost as rare as Lycans. We didn't know why it was happening, but for some reason less and less Lycans were being born.

For generations any Lycan heir would travel the world, searching for their fated mate at 16, if not found, then at 18 they took a chosen mate under the red moon. The red moon gave a Lycan the ability to knot inside their mate and guaranteed a child, usually a Lycan child.

I so badly wanted to be the one he chose, but I knew it would never be me. I still foolishly dropped everything to do as he said though. I was an omega and he was my Alpha. My wolf filled me with urges to please him however he desired, and I felt wanted when he gave me his approval. As I said, I was weak and even more so when it came to Blake.

I ran from the gym and headed straight to the lockers. As I rounded the corner, I felt large hands grab my waist and pin me against the wall. I moaned in pure lust as tears fell from my eyes.

"Please, not today." I screamed as a hand slapped over my mouth. My heart started racing and fear took over. He can't do this to me.