The Omega

CORA

"Have you heard?" Ava said, leaning over the dirty sink in the pack house. She turned, gave it a disgusting stare, then moved away, focusing her gaze back on me.

"Heard what?" I could hear the slight frustration in my voice, but it seemed to be a normal thing for Ava from her lack of a response to it.

"Well, the Alpha and his son are coming today, just in time for the ceremony. That means, we will see the Alpha and Beta on the day of our coming of age in three days!" She gave a small squeal, but I only rolled my eyes.

"Are they rich?"

"Does everything have to do with money for you? I know you are angry about being the literal butt of the entire pack house with no money and all, but..tone it down a little. There is more to life than just money."

I sighed. "Easy for you to say."

I started to walk away from the sink, rubbing my hands on my apron. It was my normal routine. Wake up before everyone else in the morning, and wash up the plates of over four hundred other inhabitants of the large pack house. I wasn't really obligated to do it, but as an omega born into a family of omegas with no special allowances from the pack like most other wolf families had due to the fact that someone in their lineage had gone rogue, I have to do something to earn a bit.

Especially if I want to live in Midnight Sun. Easily the largest and most developed pack in all of Las Vegas, money was the way to go around. If a human ever stumbled upon us, he was sure to think it was some high tech city invaded by aliens.

The pack house itself was a four story building with each story added over the span of two years. There were special caretakers for the pups, and they lived in the large nursery. The nursery itself was a large loft apartment, equipped with everything anyone would need.

Boutiques, shopping marts, they even held concerts sometimes. It was a whole city on its own, so it sometimes came as a shock that the alpha left the gamma in charge and decided to live with humans in the heart of Las Vegas instead.

I sighed and wiped my blonde hair away from my forehead. What use was it being beautiful? The men here, no matter how rich never went past the friendship stage with a woman. Especially not with an omega like me. Pretty shameless to try climbing the ladder using my body, but my ancestors left me with no choice.

They believed strongly in finding their mates, the one destined for them. No amount of seduction could change that, and I am not quite ready to be named the pack's whore. That is why I took as many jobs as I could, as many as there was to give me money.

Ava walked around to me, her hand on her waist. "You know, I also heard...that the alpha's only son is yet to find his mate. Judging from his wolf's age, it is most likely that his mate is amongst us." She gave a foolish giggle, and I rolled my eyes again.

"I thought he was illegitimate?"

Being the illegitimate child of a powerful and rich alpha guaranteed nothing in my opinion, and my expression probably said that, from the way Ava looked at me.

Ava sighed and plopped down on a rocking chair situated in the middle of the kitchen. I had brought it for when I felt extremely lazy, or tired to my bones, which I knew I would be once I was done with these plates.

"Look at this pack, Cora. Who do you think owns all of it? The alpha's family of course. They are a long line of extremely rich people, people who walk around with money dripping from their pockets. How can you be a wolf, live in a pack and not even know who you potentially belong to?"

I found my interest a little piqued, and I turned to Ava. "They...own this pack?"

"Not exactly like they founded it, but the huge development you see when you step out of this, the reason we became the biggest pack of werewolves in Las Vegas and arguably even the world, is because of the alpha's family. Legitimate or not, the alpha's son is a very big part of that. Probably even bigger than the alpha himself, but I won't be saying more about that. Now, better scratch up whatever change you have and let's pick a dress for the coming of age ceremony."

I gave a slow nod, assimilating the information. If I ever got her hands on money like that, it would change my life as an omega. I don’t even care for being a high ranking wolf, just enough to wake up not having to be butted around by everyone in the pack because I am right at the bottom of the food chain.

I swallowed and started to remove the apron when a tall, dark haired girl came, dumping a stack of plates into the sink.

"Hey, Omega. Here is your five wolf shillings. Bring it up to room 340 when you finish."

I swallowed, then gave Ava a small apologetic smile and put the apron back on. Slowly, I walked back to the sink. It was now filled with plates of half eaten food, all thrown around the previously washed sink.

I swallowed down whatever pride would compel me to not do it and started to wash them. Once I finished, I walked up the tall stairs towards the room, then knocked on it. There was no answer, and I balanced the plates, then strained my hand to open the door.

Before I could do it, however, the door suddenly opened, causing me to jump back. The plates tilted dangerously to the left, and before I could do anything to stop it, the entire stack crashed to the floor in a deafening sound.

"What the hell is wrong with this omega? Do you know how much those plates cost? Can you even afford to repay them?"

I bit down on my lip, then turned to the girl again, recognizing from the customized hoodie she wore that her name was Ann.

"I am so so sorry. So sorry. I was...you opened the door so suddenly and...."

"Are you blaming it on me now?" Ann yelled, and before I could say a word, I was on the floor, my hand pressed into the shards of broken glass with three girls above me, howling, shouting and throwing punches.

By the time they were done, my clothes were torn around me, my hand bloodied with numerous cuts, and my bottom lip carried a cut. I didn't want to think of the condition of the rest of my face as I lay there, curled up, my hands shielding my head, my hair falling around me, the band I had used to pack it thrown aside.

Slowly, I peeled myself off the floor, and without bothering to pack up the plates, or take care of my bleeding hand, I walked away, my hands around me to cover up the torn parts of my clothes.