Allie stilled in the night. Quiet and trying to hide in between the trees. She had a handmade crossbow that was currently sitting across her outstretched legs, a pack of arrows sitting next to her thigh and in reach of an emergency. And also a few knives in the secret places of her trousers. The omega sat in the music of the night with the screeching owls and singing crickets, the wind blowing at her loose strands of hair; the only thing coming from her was small, unheard huffs as she breathed in and out calmly.
The last thing she wanted was to alert the enemy or anyone else for that matter.
She didn't know who was around, or rather what was around. That's why the omega embraced the silence; it was all Allie knew.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up slowly above her, eyes rolling back. It never failed to amaze her. The soft glowing light of the moon, all alone in the dark sky while illuminating the space around and kissing her skin. Her back was resting against a piece of broken plaster that was hanging off the wall. All around her were old, detailed images of Hell hounds painted on the damaged walls.
Typical narcissistic bastards.
That was one of the traits she despised the most among others. Allie took her time to study their omega image, and immediately her mouth twisted at that. The picture depicted an omega with their ears back, submitting to what looked like an Alpha Hell hound with a snarling muzzle and fiery eyes glowing in the dark. She rolled her eyes.
Those damn eyes.
Allie remembered the first time she saw a Hell hound. A shudder racked through her body as she remembered the screaming, the pain-filled moans, the struggle, the horror on everyone's faces as soon as disaster struck. She could recall back to the emotional pain, and oh, how young she was when the Omega first discovered what it was like to hurt. To lose. To hurt in ways, you shouldn't at such a tender age.
The omega could recall when her family were still together; they were always the odd ones out when it came to all the others. At first, she didn't understand why were they treated so differently. Her father kept her and her mother in hiding, never allowing them to step out of pack boundaries. When she asked to play with the other pups in the camp, they only turned her down within a blink of an eye. It stung. Allie was never allowed even to use the playground while others were present. The omega was too young. Too naive to fully understand.
It took only a few years to realise their treatment was because they were Pure Omegas - a bloodline that was so rare that it was thought of as a myth. Of course, there were Pure Betas and Alphas, but they weren't as rare as omegas. The only bloodline that was thought to be as rare as a pure Omega was the bloodline of a pure Alpha Hell hound. That's why those Hellhounds hunted for Pure omegas. All because of an age-old myth.
It said that if a Pure Omega and Pure Alpha Hell hound were to create offspring, they would be as strong as anything that ever happened to exist. But did she believe it? Not quite, but then again, those narcissistic bastards did and tried to hunt for the pure breed. That's why her pack shunned her for her identity, keeping her family away for their selfish reasons. Some of them went as far as saying that Pure omegas don't exist as if Allie wasn't living proof of that.
Just then, a frightfully distinctive scent, legs crunching the leaves, alerted her. It was steadily growing closer, so she yanked another hidden knife out of the dirt she'd staked it in and called upon her inner wolf to heighten her senses.
The omega whirled around to face the exact location the foreboding scent was rolling in from, and she didn't have to wait long before the typical and excessively tall, muscular Alpha Hellhound came ambling through the break in the trees. The intruder stopped short when he was met with the sight of an omega. Pure one at that. She didn't bother hiding her scent, knowing it would only lure them closer.
He cocked his shaved head to the side in interest, licking his lips.
"Well, aren't you just delectable, standing there with your little knife, omega. I have always had an eye for feisty ones," He purred as he took a step forward, the hair on the back of her neck stood up in trepidation.
His tone disgusted her. The Alpha was far too close for Louis to rely on her arrows, and her omega scent had undoubtedly reached the Alpha's nose by now. Inconveniences such as these would never stop her from making a valiant effort, though. She sucked in a breath and stood up from her position.
"Let's see if you'll say the same thing in few minutes, you devils creature," The omega snarled with an unusual timbre in her tone.
The Alphas mouth dropped open in astonishment, taken quite aback by what he'd just heard, but then the corners of his lips turned up in a decidedly delighted grin. What was so funny about that? She wanted to claw his eyes out.
"Mmh, that's impressive for an Omega. You may think that you'll be the first in history to have tried to hunt us...but you can't fool me, pup. Tell me, just what are you doing out here all alone, lovely? Did they send you here as bait?" He asked, resuming his advance toward the lone Omega.
Ah shit, she internally cursed.
"You asked for it, you asshole," She growled as the omega launched at the intimidating Alpha, sword poised in swinging position over his shoulder. The hellhound had unfortunately managed to jump out of the way before her blade made contact with his neck. Lucky bastard. Allie was on the defensive side of the fight, because of his move, scrambling to keep the blade in her grip as the Alpha sought to take it from her.
He's fast, she thought, backing up far enough to strike again and shooting forward without stopping to think about it.
A few minutes later, he was lying on the floor, gasping and choking on his blood. Allie smirked, standing above the pathetic Alpha, watching him with rapt attention as he was begging for mercy. They always do at the end. For claiming to be such majesty, high creatures, they were a bunch of sissy's.
Just then, her phone rang. She didn't have to look at the screen to know who's calling her in the middle of the night. Without hesitation, she slid on the green icon and pressed it against the ear.
"Hello?"
"The tone of your voice indicates victory. You're done with him, I presume?"
Allie snorted, staring at the light in those eyes dim and hummed. "Obviously. Should I send you the picture?"
A chuckle echoed from the other side. "No, thank you. I would be dead before having something like that on my phone."
Always so dramatic. She thought with an eye roll.
"Mmh, fair point."
"Now go be a normal college student!"
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There she was, standing in one of the most prestigious universities in New York. One of a kind.
Her steps were almost careful, as if he was entering some kind of holy sanctuary instead of the dimly lit hallway leading to the library. Its been six months since her acceptance, and still, she viewed it as some kind of sacred place. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. This was so incredible!
Allie could barely contain her excited smile as she plopped down, closing her eyes in the process. This had been her dream for years! A dream that had always been unreachable and still technically was. To be here now, to have a place reserved for a Pure omega — it was akin to a miracle.
And so what if she lied and faked her way in?
She had no choice, alright. Pure omegas don't go to universities. That's why she had to lie. Allie knew that she belonged to the university; she was good enough. The omega was fantastic. And it was the truth, too, because otherwise, she'd never have been picked for the New York University in the first place, and he certainly wouldn't have been offered a scholarship along with it.
It had been tricky, of course. She had broken a handful of rules and probably even laws on her way here, but to her, it would always be fucking worth it. The omega would fake the gender certificate again if it came down to it, god damn it!
It was irrelevant now, anyway, she thought with a grim smile settling on her lips. Allie was here, and she was here to stay.
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The shrill ringing of her mobile sliced through her dreams. Allie groaned awake, experienced a moment of searing pain when she pried her eyes open and squeezed her lids shut again; she rolled over and buried her head under the pillow. After three rings, the phone cut to voicemail. The blessed silence lasts for maybe a minute. Then it rang again.Throwing off the covers, she set both feet on the floor, head pounding, vision swimming, and by the time she's managed to rise into a swaying stand, the phone fell silent again. Allie didn't trust it anymore, though, so she clambered across the room and fished it out of the jeans she'd kicked off last night, a carelessly crumpled heap.Two new voicemails, the phone's screen lit up. The information sat above the preview of a text from Ashton, and why is he even awake when it's, what, seven in the fucking morning?
Nates eyes moved beneath his closed lids. He licked his dry lips and exhaled a puff of sour air. Suddenly a breath bounced back at him, his nostrils wrinkling. The hellhound shifted his face and inhaled something that smelled fresh and booze like against his nose. A warm body was tucked in his arms squirmed with a quiet huffed noise, small feet digging between his ankles.The Alpha tightened his left arm's hold around the person, who hummed ever so softly and nuzzled their head backwards. The person was motionless and silent for a long beat. Their breaths synced up, their chests and backs expanding and touching for each inhale or exhale. The frat house was quiet, no one traipsing up and down the halls in football gear or making protein shakes in the kitchen—no one having sex on the pool table for a change.Curiosity finally overpowered sleepiness. He opened his green eyes and lifted his head off the pillow only to squint at the b
Allie screwed her eyes shut, thinking about what Nate said earlier. Not only that but also how her scent was neutral. Of course, it was. After all, she’s an omega posing as a beta. She couldn’t help but remember how it all went down."I discovered something,” The pack doctor said. He reached into the pocket of his torn-up jacket and pulled out a white bottle, the words blurry as they were written in tiny letters. Allie squinted her eyes, trying to figure out.“This will help you. Inside this bottle is a pill that can alter your scent. It only lasts for a month, so you have to make sure to take it every month.”The omega stared at the bottle, and she gladly accepted it. What other choice did she have? It was that or saying goodbye to her life long dream. She had already too much taken from her, so Allie wasn’t ready to sacrifice her dream as well. Nervo
“How will she learn if I don't teach her anything?”Her father growled at her mother who stood worriedly in front of them both. She pursed her lips in annoyance, arms crossed defensively against her chest.Allie blinked at her parents. And before she knew it, her father was harshly tugging on her injured arm, forcing her to stand on her feet. The omegas eyes were red with tear marks staining a path down her cheeks, the pain starting to get to both mentally and physically exhausting. A streak of blood was running down her forehead and past her temples, creating a red path down the side of her face.The omega needed to rest, her body was screaming for it as her mouth hung open and breathing was too fast to count. She was also thirsty, throat parched from being in sun for way too long. Actually the omega has been training since the sun started rising and its almost afternoon.&ld
Nate couldn’t keep his mind off that omega for some reason. The way she walked out and didn’t bother to give him any attention really hit him. It never happened him. He’s a star football player! People worship the ground he walked. How can she not bother to talk with him? Also he offered her his drink shouldn’t that appease her? The other girl would be swooning by now and making cutesy Instagram posts.When she didn’t stop in the hallways for him or smiled during the classes he had no option left but to talk with Ashton. He was her closest friend after all.“Hey man!” Nate patted on his shoulder, tugging him down on the far end of the cafeteria.Ashton winced, “Nate”“It’s been long time”The quarter back scoffed. “Oh you mean since yesterday evening when we were on the groun
Allie didn't come back to her room until late in morning. The omega was distracted for the better part of the day, so she did one thing that made her focus. Kill a hellhound. Her hands were stained with the blood of that nasty creature and jeans covered in dried up mud. She tried to make her way through the trees without being caught by any of the students out in the morning. The last thing she needed was to be investigated about her whereabouts.The Pure Omega wasn't exactly the best at making excuses, especially when she uncomfortably stood covered in blood and grime. She tried not to grimace in disgust with every inhale and exhale as the sun broke through the trees above her.On the way back, she found herself jumping and tumbling over large, broken trees and protruding roots. Small, spiky burs were sticking to her pants and shoes, making her wince with every step she took."Why must there be so many
As expected Rachel was adamant on attending the first party of the year in the frat. Or first party according to her. Allie only went along because she had nothing better to do on a Friday night sadly. Her friend, Ashton, had insisted she come as well.The frat house they entered was fucking massive, in her opinion. She couldn’t help but stare at the squeaky clean floors and rooms with high ceilings, expensive wallpapers, leather couches. Assuming it was boys, mostly Alphas living inside they would be precisely opposite but surprisingly it was neat.Her friend had a bright grin on her face, and excitement radiated off her as she took Allie by the wrist to stir her through the crowds. Rachel seemed at ease, right at home in this kind of environment.“Let’s find the kitchen, I need a drink,” She exclaimed, her voice raised so Allie could hear her over the pounding music that was re
Allie wanted to dance, move along to the music with the people in the living room but her head was hurting. The pumping music wasn't helping either. Seriously who asked her to drink so much? The omega was pretty sure she would wake up with a bump in the morning. How grand! This party hadn't turned out how she expected it to. It wasn't bad, perse, just that Allie felt a bit like dying.As she was contemplating to vanish to somewhere else, just for the hell of it because Nate was dragging her around as he owned her. His grip around her wrist tightened as they passed through the group of Alphas, eyeing her. The omega ignored them for the sake of her pounding headache, looking around for familiar face.From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Rachel approaching her, looking far soberer than she had when Allie had last seen her, eyes less befuddled."There you go," Nate said, pushing Allie towards Ra