Poor Alden is becoming lovesick, but Sorrell has to work on her attitude towards authority figures...
I didn’t get a wink of sleep; I was far too amped up in anticipation for my first training session with the pack. I’ve dreamt of this day for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally here. I glance at the clock, seeing it’s five in the morning. Unable to wait any longer, I spring out of bed and get dressed in my workout clothes and make my way downstairs and out the door. I take my time walking to the training field; grateful I can see in the dark or I’d be tripping all over the place. As soon as I get to the field I feel chills run through my body. Standing in the middle of the field I take in just how monumental this moment is. As much as I’ve wanted this, I never actually thought it would happen. It’s not like we can start protest groups, or march for Omega rights like the human women a few years ago with the whole burning their bras thing. All it takes is one Alpha order and there goes your free will. So our only hope for change is for the Goddess to bless us with a compassi
Soon the rest of the warriors are joining us and because everyone is a moron, I can already hear the whispers. Just use the fucking pack-link, come on. Some people recognise me as packhouse staff and others have no idea who I am, but from my scent, I’m sure they can tell I’m an Omega, so this should go over about as well as a turd in a punch bowl. “Let the fun begin,” smirks Carey. He seems like the kind of guy who loves drama, Roland does too, but Roland also seems to have a serious streak while Carey is more fun-loving. This should be interesting. “Alright! Everyone gather 'round. Before we begin today’s training our Alpha would like to make an announcement,” Roland announces, commanding everyone’s attention as Alpha Alden steps forward, bulging arms crossed over firm pectorals… nope, not going there. ‘Too late,’ Alma sniggers. “As you all have noticed, we have a new face joining us today. This is Sorrell,” he says gesturing to me, “You will welcome her and treat her no different
My eyes are trained on every movement Richard makes as he resets Sorrell’s hand. He’s gentle and careful and it has me fighting to stay put. I know she’s not mine, and maybe she never will be, but still, seeing someone else touch her like this while I just sit here… it’s enough to make me want to tear this room apart. It’s not every day someone is able to get the jump on me, and certainly not every day someone breaks one of my bones. Lark, Roland, and Carey have on occasion, but that’s training for you, we go hard or go home. Most other pack members hold back out of fear if they hurt me I’ll rip their heads off. I’d rather they broke one of my bones than held back, at least if they break something I’d know they’re capable of defending themselves, and with speedy healing, it’s not a big deal. Sure, Sorrell breaking my nose hurt, but what hurt more was knowing she broke her own hand in the process. However, the moment I touched her I barely even noticed the pain. I didn’t enjoy laying
“You finally get the chance to show those twits what you’re made of; what ALL Omegas are made of, and instead, my genius daughter decides to break the Alpha’s nose,” says my dad incredulously, waving his arms around. “To be fair, honey, I think breaking his nose did show everyone what she’s made of,” says mum casually, making me snigger. “Do not encourage her, Rose,” scolds dad. It’s been like this for the past fifteen minutes. Me sitting here on the couch while dad paces back and forth ranting about me breaking Alpha Alden’s nose, and not a shred of sympathy for my poor hand. I was injured in the line of duty. Crippled by a handsome man’s unnaturally hard nose, where’s the outrage for me, huh? 'You really going to make that argument? I’d pay to see that,' says Alma in amusement. 'Oh yeah? With what money?' I point out. She gasps, 'Well, excuse me for not having a bank account,' she huffs. 'Are you saying you want one?' 'I mean, if you offered,' she shrugs. 'What would you even
I barely slept a wink last night. I kept hearing Sorrell’s voice in my head or felt the echo of warmth from when I held her hand. If I didn’t have my eyes open right now I’d swear I was still holding her hand in mine. The more time I spend around her, the more it’s like she’s imprinting herself onto my very being. I have myself so convinced that she’s my animai that if it turns out I’m wrong I know it will devastate me to my core.It has to be her; it just has to.I was slower to get to the training field than usual. I was in such a haze with every thought being about Sorrell that I was basically on autopilot – which isn’t like me. Not to mention, I’m actually nervous to see her today. When I linked her last night she was her usual playful, take no prisoners self but then at some point it’s like an emotional wall went up. I could hear it in her voice something had changed, and I couldn’t understand what. I wracked my brain for hours trying to think what I had said or done to cause it
I’m trying to will my body to move, but no matter what, it won’t budge. Or maybe I’m not trying very hard. I feel like I’m being lured in by his greyish-brown eyes and I’m scared of what will happen if I let myself get pulled in. He’s not mine, no matter how much I might want him to be. If I entertain the thought or give into this feeling that’s overwhelming me, this deep urge I have to reach my hands out and touch him, it will only end in heartache, and I can’t let that happen. Thankfully the spell that seemed to be cast around us is broken the moment Gamma Roland announces his presence and orders everyone to line up. For once in my life, I am happy to take an order from an authority figure and as quick as I can, I join everyone in line. I don’t take a second glance at Alden; I don’t dare look in his direction. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, and I can only hope those around me assume it’s from nerves, I’d much rather that than have them know the truth behind its frantic bea
As the Alpha of my pack, I should not be hesitating to pull Edward back right now, but part of me wants him to teach this son of a bitch a lesson – no disrespect to his mother, Julia is a lovely woman. Makes delicious peanut brittle – but he shifted and attacked a pack member without provocation. I noticed this morning the way he was glaring at her, this wasn’t spontaneous, this was premeditated, and what for? Because she’s a fucking Omega. Just how fucking far gone is this pack? I thought when I became Alpha I’d be reshaping the pack, not having to dismantle it and rebuild it from the ground up. The moment I saw what was happening I was furious, but when I saw the girl was Sorrell, Atlas completely took over the shift. He couldn’t get to her fast enough. We wanted to tear Evan limb from limb for attacking her – we still do – and when she said her ribs were broken, it took all my training not to slit the bastard’s throat. She was injured from the course – yes, I was paying more attent
To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. First, there was everything that happened this morning, then I was on the phone with the bank for hours trying to deal with some screw-up with the company account. We just started expanding our real estate company and I guess some paperwork got screwed up and now I have to fix it. Then after that, I had a link from the principal of our pack’s high school informing me one of the seniors pulled a stupid prank with some chemicals from the science lab that resulted in a giant crater on the football field. It’s just been one stressful thing after another, and now I have a stress headache and a grumbling stomach.This is why an Alpha needs a Luna. So many Alphas just think it’s about producing an heir or in some disgusting cases, rejecting their Goddess-given soulmate in exchange for a power play. That’s not what it is. This is a hard job, and no one can or should do it alone. Your Luna gives you the strength and support you need and b