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“What do you mean ‘attack her’?” I do my best to look him in the eye, although it proves quite difficult with my swollen eyes.

  “Miss Bailey, what did I just say about knowing your place?”

  I look down, suddenly finding my shoes very interesting, but also trying to calm down the anger seething through my body fuelled by Ming’s own outrage. I ball my fists and the extended claws dig deep into my palms drawing even more blood.

  “Get out of my office, I don’t want to see in here anytime soon!” He stands up abruptly showing me the door and I just leave before I can get myself into more trouble that I already am.

  I see Marie waiting for me outside Mr Biggins office and I make my way towards her. Once she engulfs me into a warm hug, I break into sobs.

  “Oh, babe. I'm so sorry that happened to you. Come on, let’s get you to the nurse’s office and clean you up. That bitch is going to pay, I can promise you that.”

  “Just let her be, Marie. I already got detention for apparently attacking her, I don’t want you to get in trouble also.”

  Marie doesn't say anything else as she takes me to the nurse’s office. Once inside, the angel that the nurse was, gave me something for the pain and suggested I should take a nap in there, under her supervision, so she can make sure I heal and there is no long-term damage. Luckily, she never asked what happened or who started it and why, she just patched me up as best as she could and helped me onto the bed.

  I look at Marie who waves me goodbye and heads back to her last class. She tells the nurse about coming to see me after school finishes, but the nurse told her that I might be asleep, so she can just head home. After doing my best to smile at her she closes the door and I finally give in to some much needed sleep.

  5 - Broken

  Jason

  Ever since that night after getting my rank, when I was watching that weasel of an Omega and Luder forcefully took over and caused us to shift, we haven’t been speaking, and it’s driving me insane. I don’t even understand why she was crying. Was it because her plan didn’t work and she didn’t get her way? I swear I could see actual hurt and sincere tears, but I guess if you’re motivated enough, any failure will hurt like a bitch. And a bitch she is for thinking she can con her way into becoming an important leader of the Crescent Moon pack. Goddess knows what her end game with Marie was, or maybe still is. I just hope that annoying cousin of mine stays the fuck away from that Omega stalker. For some weird reason I never really liked Marie, I’ve always had a strange feeling about her and I could never quite read her. Now I realize it was just a bit of ‘sibling jealousy’ because I had been an only child, the apple of my parents’ eyes, and when poor little orphan Marie came to live with us, I was mostly second for my parents’ attention.

  My birthday was a few days ago and the stupid mutt put up walls so strong that I wasn’t even able to see if my mate was in the Crescent Moon pack or not. Although I am almost sure she wasn’t there. Surely, Luder would have made a spectacle out of meeting his mate and would have claimed her on the spot. Being an Alpha everything is heightened to the boiling point, and no matter how broody he’s feeling (Goddess only knows the reason for that) Luder would have went all crazy about making sure everyone know she’s ours. Maybe it’s for the best. I mean now I can actually focus on Alpha training and not mess this up. I have 3 months on Alpha training alone, then my Beta will join me for his training also. Altogether I will be at the Academy for 6 months and Brian will be here for 3 months, then we will both return to the pack and work alongside our fathers, the current Alpha and Beta of the Crescent Moon pack. It will hopefully make it all come to a smooth transition when me and Brian take over once I’ll turn 19.

  Against my better judgment, I decide to text the she Devil.

  Jason “Hey, do me a favour and stay away from that Omega, that you insist on calling your best friend.”

  Marie “What is to you?”

  Jason “I wouldn’t want mom to be upset if something were to happen to you.” I can practically feel her eyes roll from here, through the phone.

  Marie “I can take care of myself.”

  I toss the phone away annoyed. Geez, so much for trying to be a good guy. It always comes back to bite you in the ass. I’m sure Marie will be fine. She’s under my father’s watchful eye most of the time, and I already told Brian to keep an eye on her at school. Well, I told Brian to keep an eye on Sam too, she might become frustrated and act out, attack Marie, even. Truth be told, Marie is quite strong with being Alpha and all, but I don’t know what juice that Omega drank, because the very few times I’ve seen her fight, she kicked some serious ass.

  I’ll just check in with Brian. I really hate how stupid I’m being with feeling lonely at the Academy and with missing the life back home. Doesn’t help either that the Academy where my Alpha training is being held is in the United States, and let me tell you, there is one hell of a language barrier. I almost shifted and ripped the head out of the very annoying lady that is serving lunch in the cafeteria. I asked for fucking chips with my burger and she threw me a pack of crisps. What the hell is wrong with these people? I really need to get laid and chill out a bit. Maybe I’ll go explore the campus a bit after Brian reports the situation back home. Picking up my phone again I text Brian.

  Jason “What’s up B? You good?”

  Brian “Just peachy, Alpha.”

  I roll my eyes even though Brian can’t see me. He must be expecting that kind of reaction from me.

  Jason “What’s the deal with your cousin?”

  Brian “Sam? X_x”

  Jason “Is there another cousin of yours that recently ranked Omega and may be stirring up pack drama amongst our generation?”

  Brian “Sam’s taken care of, Alpha. Doubt she’ll be a problem, judging by the lesson Rianna thought her today. Check this out. Are you sure that little fox is not your mate? Cause damn, she put Sam in her place.”

  I frown, my eyebrow knitting together, and Luder is being annoying again, showing up in my mind for the first time since that night.

  I start typing a reply to Brian, but I quickly notice the video he sent in his text has loaded. I click play and watch how Rianna approaches Sam’s table from behind and drops a plate of something red on Samantha’s head. I see red when fucking Timothy and Roger hold Sam down while Rianna beats her up. What the fuck is wrong with them, there’s so much blood. 3 against one, that’s hardly a fair fight. I can barely contain Luder now, but the strange thing is that this rage is not only his, is mine also. I am beyond pissed at what Rianna and those two idiots did. The Omega did nothing to provoke them. She was just sitting there with Marie, chatting, minding her own dawn business.

  Marie… why the hell didn’t she alert Sam? I can see it clearly on the video that Marie noticed Rianna approach, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what stunt she was about to pull. Are they also bullying Marie? How did I miss all this while I was there?

  I have to talk to Brian about seriously keeping an eye on Marie. I should talk to dad also and ask him to tell Marie everything that he knows about Samantha Bailey. I still don’t understand why my family allowed Sam into our home after knowing her obsession with Marie. Or maybe they just found out, but the point is, someone should tell Marie to stay away. As much as I dislike the she Devil, she is an Alpha and she is my cousin. She is my blood and mom will be devastated if anything happened to even disturb a hair on her head. Looks like she’s the target of every high school aged she wolf in our pack. Oh man, this is going to be a long and stressful 6 months.

  Samantha

  The darkness is slowly starting to fade away, making room for the light that eventually takes over. And by that I mean I slowly opened my eyes and squinted painfully because of the fluorescent light shining straight into my retina.

  I groan and move slightly, expecting a wave of pain to hit as a result of the epic beating I took, but surprisingly there’s nothing. No pain, I mean, because I can feel my muscles a bit stiff and achy, b
ut nothing that can’t be fixed with a few minutes of stretching. Unfortunately, there’s noting that can be done for badly battered my ego, or self esteem for that matter. I’m officially the bullied Omega of the pack, the lowest of the low, as Rianna kindly proved at lunch.

  “Feeling better?”

  My head snaps into the direction of where the voice came from. I see the school nurse sitting at a small desk in the corner of the room, glasses down as she is gazing just above them, a book in her hand.

  “Surprisingly so, yes. Thank you, for everything.” I feel a blush creeping on my cheeks since I understood I’m not alone in the room.

  She smiles kindly and puts the book down removing her glasses completely. They must only be for reading. As she approached me, she takes her stethoscope l, and I nod removing the blanket I now see was covering me. Well, thank Goddess I’m not naked, although my clothes are dirty and bloody and I reek of tomato sauce mixed with blood.

  “Well, you seem to have healed completely. And that only took you, what? Less than 3 hours? That’s quite impressive, Miss Bailey. For an Omega, at least.” She says that last part almost as a whisper only meant for herself, but I catch it either way.

  The pang of hurt and frustration towards my rank is that is imbedded into my very core, rises to the surface again and it refuses to leave me.

  “Thanks again, I’m going to head out. I think I missed detention for today.” I chuckle nervously and wonder why the hell did I just tell her that.

  “I wrote you a sick note. No need to go to detention after class. I stated that you will need physiotherapy to recover.” She winks at me, a playful smile appearing on her lips.

  “Thanks again. I guess I owe you one.” My cheeks burn red with what I just said, but I try to act casually as I make my way out of the nurse’s office. I must have a contusion on something, I need to pull myself together and speak like a normal person.

  “I’ll hold you up to that, Miss Bailey!” I hear her say after I already closed the door.

  I calmly walk the school hallways until I get to the girl’s locker room. Thankfully the last period had ended and there’s only the students who have detention. I peek inside to make sure there’s no one around, and I make my way to my locker taking out a change of clothes and the small towel I keep in there. I guess this will have to make do.

  I take a shower washing away the sauce that stained my hair and my top and try my best to wash the clothes while in the shower. All with just the shower gel and the soap I found in the dispensers scattered around the locker room. I stop mid way and start sobbing at the pathetic situation I am in. At the pathetic she wolf that I am. A complete waste of space. When did I go from being a daughter, a friend, a respected pack member to this broken, rejected and bullied Omega? What past sins do I have to deserve this shit show displaying myself as the lead character?

  After my mental breakdown a take a deep breath and slap myself, yes, I mean literally ‘slap myself’ back to reality. This is what I’ve been dealt, so I have to make is work some way or another. While trying my best to dry off my clothes under the hand driers, I let my mind drift to my mate.

  I wonder who he will be, and how will he be? Will he be kind, strong, loving? I can’t wait to meet him. I’m about 6 months from being 18 and officially able to recognise my mate. I kind of hope he’s not part of this pack, because I am not exactly Miss Congeniality around here lately. In fact, It would be amazing for him to be from another pack so I can just go away with him and start of life together, leaving all this mess and heartache behind. It occurs to me that since I’m an Omega now, I might not get that many chances to meet with wolves from another pack, so I will have to go on neutral land myself in the hopes that I find him. That is, if he doesn’t reject me like my parents did. Goddess, I hope he will accept me and take me away, I don’t think I could handle another rejection.

  6 - Helper

  Samantha

  Thank Goddess it’s finally weekend. I can’t believe I’ve managed to essentially live in our school for almost a full week. I’m surprised to find out that there’s nobody in school after dark. The night guard leaves, ACTUALLY LEAVES, his job at 7 PM or 7:30 PM each night. He doesn’t even bother to come back. The cleaning crew always come is at 5 AM on the dot, and I need to make sure I make myself completely invisible by then. I almost had a slip up because I over slept after the brutal beating I got curtesy of Rianna, and they almost spotted me, but I managed to make myself scarce just in time, before they came in to the girls locker room.

  This has been my bathroom and my bedroom for the past few nights. I feel a bit safer just staying in here rather than going to the teacher’s lounge and sleeping there. Ming pointed out that since most teachers are wolves, they will be able to spot my scent and would start digging around as to why my scent lingers there. I definitely need and want to avoid that. So yeah, I’m feeling pretty upbeat right now. I have these 2 days to regroup and start looking around for a part time job or something to help me out long-term. I am most definitely not giving up. I can do this, right Ming?

  “Hell to the yeah!” Her voice booms so loud in my head, but I welcome the sound.

  It might not be a great idea to go look for a job on pack grounds. Not just because it could get awkward, but I am positive that no pack member will even consider giving me a job.

  Over this past few days, I have heard a lot of whispers about me. And I don’t just mean people laughing behind my back about me getting ranked Omega, because they can very well do that to my face, they have proven it daily. I heard strange things about me cheating my way up to be a high ranked wolf in our pack by, hear this, killing the real Samantha Bailey when she was just a pup. How would that even work? I swear people are so stupid, though I think this rumour may have started because it must have become rather obvious that I don’t live at home anymore. That, and the fact that my ‘parents’ haven’t gone all ape shit crazy demanding an explanation for my rank.

  Another rumour is that I am apparently obsessed with Marie and that I want to be with her. I love the girl, don’t get me wrong, she’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but that is NOT the kind of love I feel towards her. Both Marie and Jen are like my sisters.

  Fixing my hair in the mirror, I notice that it’s brown with light blonde ombre effect. I have to be honest, it still looks cute like this, even if I miss the pink. Settling on the darker blue of the two pairs of jeans I have, I match them with a light pink shirt and put on my trusted black boots. I have to be honest, I don’t really have much choice of footwear. It’s either the boots of the trainers I have in my locker for PE.

  I glance in the mirror for a final once over, and thanking the Goddess for the ability to heal insanely fast, I sneak out of the school and make my way to the bus stop, feeling happy that I don’t have bruises or anything that could lead a stranger to imagine that I’m actually a stray, just one step above a rogue.

  I take the bus to human territory outside of our pack’s border, and start looking around the small town for places that would hire me. I must have walked for over an hour before I saw a large pub in the distance. I know the pub is in neutral territory, but I also know it’s very close to Silver pack. Well, since it’s not technically on their territory, I am not trespassing and shouldn’t get into any trouble.

  My heart starts beating faster as I approach the pub and I see a big sign reading 'Help wanted'. All right, here goes nothing. I take a big breath and walk through the door of the pub, pretending not to notice the people that are watching me with curious eyes. I locate the bar and plastering a big smile on my face I make my way to talk to the barmaid.

  She’s an older woman, but still probably a bit younger than my mother. She has shoulder length brown hair that pairs beautifully with her olive green eyes. I instantly like this woman. I feel like a student who just met her favourite teacher.

  “Can I help you there, love?” She looks at me up and down with an amused smirk on her face, and I rea
lise I was just standing there taking in how she looked. I could use a tip or two from this woman regarding my appearance and how to look fierce and confident. I pull myself together quickly and look her in the eye.

  “Hi, my name’s Sam. I saw the sign outside, are you still looking for help around here?”

  I won’t mention that even Ming had her paws crossed for extra good luck. I am desperately praying that this position is still open and that the gorgeous woman behind the bar would help me get the job.

  “Sure, we could use the help. Are you offering?” She smiles at me with the same amusement dancing in her eyes.

  When I nod acknowledging that indeed I am looking for a job for myself she asks the question I’ve been dreading since I walked in the pub.

  “Are you 18 yet? You look very young.”

  “I’ll take it as a compliment, I’m 18, yes.”

  I shock myself with the confidence I held while lying about my age. I might not be 18 yet, but I'll be in a couple of months. Well, 6 months to be exact, but I'll keep that to myself and hopefully she won’t be asking for more proof.

  “Fair enough.” She eyes me suspiciously and chuckles. She then gets out from behind the bar holding her hand out to me. “I’m Carla, I own this place.” I respond by shaking her hand, not wanting to seem rude. She must have seen the question lingering in my eyes and she adds the part that totally made my day and made that faint light at the end of the dark tunnel that is my life, finally appear.

  “Welcome to ‘The Hound’, Sam. Here, take this and start clearing those tables on the right. We have open mic tonight and we need to start setting up the stage.”

  “Thanks, I’ll get right on it.” Carla smiles warmly as she hands me the apron and explains how to start organising the area. I am like a sponge, absorbing all the information she is giving me. In just a few short hours I have helped Carla and Rudy set up a small stage in the right side of the pub, while the whole left and middle sections were set up as tables of 2 or 4. I am actually enjoying myself in here helping Carla and Rudy. After listening to them tell me all about the open mic night, I am more than excited to see everyone perform. I learned that most of the performers are regulars and they apparently sound really good.