Page 68 of Omega for the Pack

“I’m sure she’ll end up liking you,” I said, rolling my eyes. “This week, we should check out what’s there and start shopping.”

“It sounds hot,” said Silus, flipping his mop of brown hair away from his face. "Make sure she's cute."

“No omega,” said Darius, shaking his head. “It’s a bad idea.”

“How about you help me pick out an omega?” I offered Darius. I had no idea why he hated omegas so badly, but I really needed him onboard and excited about this decision. Darius perched on the edge of a chair, looking at the white floors, contemplating.

Finally, he sighed.

“If we really need an omega here, fine, I’ll help you pick one out,” said Darius. “Why not a beta?”

“I would like to commit this time,” I said. “Like have a serious relationship with an omega. Have babies.”

“Babies?” guffawed Silus, almost falling off the couch. I scowled. “You aren’t ready for that shit.”

“Shut it,” I growled. “Yes, I want babies. And I want to fucking impregnate our new omega.”

Three

KEERA

“Where’s your paycheck, you useless bitch?” asked my dad, his spittle flying in my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath already and worried if we would get home safely.

“It doesn’t come until next Friday,” I said quietly.

I stayed silent as my dad ranted and raved about how useless I was and that I was such a burden. The same old stuff.

“I’m sick and tired of driving you to work,” said Dad, the car weaving off the road. I nearly had a heart attack. He was never this drunk while driving. Ever since Mom died, his drinking had gotten significantly worse. And my paychecks went to his gambling addiction. I had no idea how he paid the mortgage on the house or the bills. He wasn’t the same dad at all from before Mom died.

Whenever I checked my bank account, it was always negative. Getting him off my bank account was impossible since the alpha guardian had the right to an omega’s money. The bank would always listen to him. I had nowhere to go without money, and leaving Howl's Edge Island was out of question. I wouldn’tknow anyone and would be penniless if I had managed to sneak past the tight security. Howl’s Edge officers were on every corner, watching who entered and left the island.

If I stayed out in the streets, I could be prey. The Wild Wolfmen who lived on the outskirts of town always prowled for an omega. Growing up, I heard that they used omegas for sacrificial purposes but they could just be stories. Then there were alphas in the streets dealing off omegas like we were commodities.

“Why don’t you let me drive the car then?” I offered.

“Omegas don’t drive, stupid.”

I thought about Jade and how she was able to drive. My dad’s mind was still trapped in the old days, refusing to see omegas succeed, or he just personally hated me. Just a property to alphas. But he also blamed me for Mom’s death.

And I believed him.

The killer had come for me when I turned sixteen, and my scent had started to emerge. If I had known, I would have never left the house and put my mom in danger. I would have taken my scent blocker pills earlier. We could have sat in the house that day playing Monopoly. Anything besides taking the dreaded walk behind our house.

There were so many things I could have done.

Later,once we were home, my hands shook as I opened the heat suppressant bottle as my dad watched. He had a grim expression as I looked at the pill in my hand.

“I can’t keep taking two of these a day. One is enough, ” I said. “I’ll never be able to have kids.”

“Well, you don't need any kids,” he growled, slapping my hand. The pill dropped to the ground as my hand stung. “Pick it up and eat it.”

His face was twisted in fury, and I felt my pride dwindle as I picked up the pill, which I quickly downed. My stomach growled since I hadn’t eaten, but he didn’t care as he dragged me by the arm to my room. I was flung inside as he locked the door from outside. The only light that streamed into the room was the moonlight shining through the window.

There was no curtain, and no furnishing, except for a single thin mattress in the middle of the room. I was never allowed blankets in case it would trigger my nesting instinct, which would then cause me to go into heat. My dad was extra careful about that for some reason. Sometimes the heat suppressant pills weren't enough to keep an omega's heat at bay.

I stood at the window watching the moon as tears pricked my eyes.

Sometimes I would remember how my dad was when I was a child. Before Mom died, he was so loving and caring. But he became a completely different person after she died. A monster I couldn’t handle. I stripped off my clothing, pulling on ripped-up cotton pants with a checkered black and white shirt that didn’t match. I curled up on the mattress, feeling the hard ground on my side. It was always cold in here.

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