Looking around my room, I am immediately struck by the sight of the small bed that is neatly made up on the floor. It is a humble space where my mother and I had to huddle together to ward off the biting cold in this broken down hut. Holes riddle the roof, and cracked windows allow the elements to seep in.
I am filled with gratitude that my mother was able to discover this place for us, despite its crumbling condition and far location. However, as I eagerly expect her return from her tireless efforts to secure our next meal, a feeling of anxiety begins to go through me. The passing time only increases my worry, as she should have returned by nowThe sensation in my stomach continues, refusing to leave, urging me to leave the safety of the cabin in search of my mother. While walking straight from the cabin door, I hear a cry. Without a moment's hesitation, I find myself sprinting towards the piercing sounds of her distress, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.However, the moment I reach the scene, my entire world abruptly overturns. In a state of sheer horror, I stand frozen, unable to move or comprehend the sight before me—an alpha is mercilessly attacking my mother. Amidst the chaos that surrounds us, my mother's voice pierces through the noise,"Nathalia run and hide.”Without pausing to question her instructions, I sprint back to our humble hut, trembling like a fragile leaf. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on me, as my mother had always warned me to remain unseen and unheard, for the results of being discovered were nothing short of death.I knew that my mother was a fierce fighter, but the alpha is an impressive fighter, and I fear for her safety. As I huddle into a corner, trying to block out the sounds of the fight that is echoing in my head. I couldn't help but think about all the times my mother has protected me from danger. She has always been my rock, my protector, and my confidante. But now, as I listen to her screams of pain and rage, I feel helpless and alone as tears flow down my face. How am I going to live without mom?Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, I instinctively get up from the corner, seeking a better hiding spot in the safety of our home. Tears stream down my face as fear and uncertainty grip my heart. Little did I realize, in that exact moment, would mark the final glimpse I would ever have of my dear mother.As I crouch in my hiding spot, memories of my mother's lessons on staying safe and remaining hidden flood my mind. However, my hunger pains are becoming increasingly unbearable, and I know I need to find food soon in order to sustain myself. The urgency to relieve myself also adds to my discomfort, and with caution, I emerge from my hiding spot, my heart pounding in my chest.I carefully survey my surroundings, scanning for any signs of danger or the presence of other individuals. Fortunately, everything appears to be unchanged, and a sense of relief washes over me. Despite the risks, I understand that I have no choice but to venture out into the unknown in search of nourishment and to tend to my bodily needs.With a sense of urgency, I leave our home in search of a place to relieve myself. My every movement is marked by caution as I inhale the surrounding air, ensuring that the alpha, the source of my terror, has distanced himself from our cabin. Despite my efforts, remnants of fear still cling to my being, urging me to proceed with utmost care.As I make my way behind the bushes, I use the restroom before standing up and continuing my walk.Each step I take seems to echo in the silence, raising my anxiety as I venture further away from home. The air is thick with the overwhelming scent of blood, saturating my senses and causing an involuntary cry to burst from my lips. A surge of panic courses through my veins, propelling me forward in a sprint, farther and farther away from our cabin. The lingering fragrance of my moms fear joins with the dominant aura of the alpha, creates an eerie and haunting atmosphere in its wake. As I take in my surroundings, a wave of overwhelming emotions engulf me, leaving me feeling vulnerable.Throughout the years, we have constantly been on the move, desperately trying to reach the safety of my grandparents' pack. All I have ever longed for is a place to call home, a place where we can finally find peace. My train of thought is suddenly cut off by the growling of my stomach, reminding me of my pressing need to find nourishment.It dawns on me that I will have to go on a hunting trip for the first time in my life, a task I have no prior experience or knowledge about. As I am not yet eighteen. My wolf's instincts have not yet fully emerged, making this task even more intimidating. I know that I will have to rely on my wits and instincts to survive in the wilderness, and I am determined to succeed.Being an omega, I understand my life will be a constant struggle. The feeling of dread that washes over me is not new, but this time it is different. An alpha has found us, and I know that I am no longer safe in my current location. Despite the fear and hunger that gnaws at me, I know that I have to leave and make my way to the ‘Arctic Paw Pack,’ as my mother planned. It is an intimidating task, but I am determined to make it through.With every stride I make, my determination grows stronger, driven by the anticipation of discovering a strange little village that could provide me with the necessary provisions. The mere idea of nourishment and hydration propels me forward, and I remain watchful, scanning my surroundings for any indications of human presence. Despite being aware of the difficult path that lays ahead, I embrace the challenges that await me with a firm resolve.As a small town appears in the distance, my attention is abruptly turned to my right by a sudden noise. The sharp and piercing sound, cuts through the calm atmosphere like a knife. Despite my best efforts, I struggle to identify the source of the sound, my ears straining to catch any clue that will help unravel the mystery. Was it a branch snapping under the weight of an animal? Or perhaps the rustling of leaves caused by a gust of wind? The uncertainty gnaws at me, filling me with a sense of unease. Shaking off the distraction, I continue my journey towards the town, determined to reach my destination. But just as I begin to regain my focus, a loud noise to my right startles me once again. This time, it was unmistakable – a deep growl that echoes through the air, sending shivers down my spine. My heart races, pounding against my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage. With a mix of curiosity and dread, I turn to face the source of the disturbance, my eyes widening in
As I regain consciousness, I am immediately confronted with the stark truth of my environment. The biting cold air mercilessly penetrates my weak frame, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. It is as if I have been trapped in an icy void, where each exhale materializes as a reminder of where I am. Instantly, I become aware of the presence of Sir, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me; his body language is a blend of anger and unwavering authority. With a commanding gesture, he puts a drink to my lips and a small portion of food, offering me the vital nourishment that I so desperately need.As I gratefully accept his offering, I am fully aware of the hidden cost that comes with it. The taste of the liquid on my parched lips brings a fleeting sense of relief, as if something momentarily lights a spark of energy within me. The nourishment, although meager, offers a glimmer of hope in the midst of this bleak existence. However, with each bite and sip that I swallow, an unsettling fe
Once I have completed my meal and drink the limited amount of water he permits. He gradually rises from his seat and ominously shifts the chair away from the icy bed. As I avert my gaze towards the distant wall, tears stream down my face. While in the background, I can hear him retrieving an item from the assortment of objects he refers to as “toys.” Suddenly, without warning, a sharp, painful sensation pierces my hip, causing me to cry out in anguish from the impact. “Let the excitement begin, little omega. I have recently administered a single dose of a potent aphrodisiac through the needle you felt. Ensuring that you will soon experience heightened sexual desire.” His laughter resonates with a sinister tone, reflecting his malicious intent. As Sir spoke, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The potent aphrodisiac he has given me is something I have never experienced or heard of before. And the thought of being under its influence was terrifying. Sir's twisted gr
Out of nowhere, I am taken aback by the sound of footsteps drawing near. In an instant, a wave of optimism washes over me, as I realize that finally, someone has come to my aid. As the door gradually swings open, a dazzling beam of light floods the entire room, momentarily disorienting me. As I strain my eyes to see clearly, I am startled by a group of individuals dressed in law enforcement uniforms rushing towards me. However, my initial relief quickly dissipates when I realize that these are alphas, individuals who possess a commanding level of control akin to Sir. The memories of the harrowing pain and torment I endured under Sir's supervision, along with his "Toys," flood my mind. The mere thought of enduring further mistreatment from those in positions of power fills me with an overwhelming sense of fear and apprehension. In a state of sheer panic, I let out a piercing scream “No, please don't! Just let me die” while I thrash about uncontrollably, feeling my heart racing within
“Where is our granddaughter?” A lady's voice said. “Ma’am, before I can tell you anything, I have to know who you are even talking about?” the male nurse says. “Who the hell do you think we are talking about?” The man roars. “Your hospital contacted us and said you found our granddaughter and that she was severely hurt. So where the hell is she?” A man's angry voice said. “Sir, please quit roaring at me. I am trying to do my job,” the male nurse cried. As I lay in my bed, I am enveloped by the warmth of my covers. However, my peaceful sanctuary is disrupted by the chaotic symphony outside my room. The voices, a mixture of angry shouts and urgent pleas, seem to penetrate through the walls, disturbing the tranquility of my sleepy haven. Despite my desire to remain in a state of drowsiness, each word and syllable pierces through the haze, jolting me into a state of alertness that I am not yet ready to embrace. As time passes, the commotion outside seems to intensify, as if the wa
“Oh, my precious girl, you look so much like your mother.” Grandma cries as she slowly walks to the right side of my bed and grabs my shaky hand. With tears streaming down my face, I am overwhelmed by the sight of my family standing before me. It is a moment of disbelief, as I never thought I would see them again. The truth is, my mother could only mention me once while she was pregnant with me, as we were hiding in a dangerous forest at the time. It was not safe for her to stop and send more letters. Tragically, she was killed by an alpha during a hunting trip, while trying to provide food for us. The memory of her death still haunts me, causing me to whimper in pain. But as I look at my grandpa, I can see the deep sorrow in his eyes. Tears cascade down his face as he hears about my mother and her untimely demise. It is clear that the bond they share as a family is unbreakable, and her passing has affected them deeply. The expression of disbelief on his face also hints at the poss
With great effort, I slowly rise from the bed, feeling the weight of the physical toll my body has endured. Every movement is accompanied by a sharp pang of agony, but I push through it, determined to make my way towards the bathroom. It is there that I hope to find solace in a warm shower and the new clothes that my grandmother had thoughtfully purchased for me. As I gingerly step into the shower, the realization hits me that it has been an indeterminable amount of time since I last experienced the soothing sensation of warm water cascading over my weary form. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, I find myself unable to contain my sorrow. Tears mix with the comforting droplets, creating a bittersweet symphony of release. Gradually, as my sobs subside, I gather the strength to attempt washing my hair. However, the simple act proves to be a painful reminder of the toll my body has taken. Excruciating pain shoots through me, forcing me to cry out in anguish. In that moment of despair, th
Gradually awakening from my unconscious state, I am suddenly startled and sit up straight with a cry of surprise as I realize that I am inside a moving vehicle. With a sense of urgency, my eyes quickly scan the surroundings, trying to make sense of the situation. As I take in the scene before me, a wave of relief washes over me as I realize that my beloved grandma and grandpa are by my side, providing me with a comforting presence. The fact that I am no longer confined within the sterile walls of a hospital fills me with a deep sense of safety and security. Inhaling deeply, I am greeted by the familiar and comforting scent of my grandparents' perfume and aftershave; which instantly soothes my frayed nerves. Turning towards them, I can't help but ask, "Where are we headed?" With a warm smile, my grandmother responds, "Darling, we're bringing you back home. After spending a considerable amount of time in the hospital and losing consciousness while providing crucial information to the