Chapter 3

• Glancing at the clock, I sighed as I realized dinner was just finishing. Most wolves ate and finished by six, and it was ten past now.
• Sorting out my mess of a hairdo, I quietly made my way out of my room.
• The pack house was like a hotel. Four floors containing over three hundred en-suite rooms. The omegas were lower level with small, necessary single or double rooms. Middle wolves filled up the second and third floors with many spare for the future. And the forty higher-ranking wolves, warriors, and families were on the top floor in larger rooms. The Alpha has his own room and floor with a kitchen/lounge that was secured and private on the top floor, only accessible by fingerprint. It was the norm for plenty of packs.
• As I approached the dining room, I heard voices. Wishing I had a wolf's sense of smell to work out who it was, I settled for my hearing. They sounded agitated, whoever it was. I stepped closer, trying to control my breathing so that they wouldn't hear me. I hoped they couldn't smell me because of their agitation.
• “Stephen!” Lizzie’s whining voice met my ears.
• Ah, my wonderful tormentor…
• “Not now!” Stephen growled. “I need to think before that bastard of a pack comes here!”
• “Baby, you're worked up. Why don't you sit and have a drink? Tell me what's going on.” She cooed.
• He must've complied as the sound of a glass hitting the table empty crackled through the air “The Dark Moon pack is coming to Rose's party.”
• I froze in my steps; Rose's party was tomorrow. And I had heard of that pack name before. Why did it seem so familiar? My curiosity increased, and I stepped closer in confidence.
• “What!” she squealed. “Why didn't you tell me?”
• “He works with the king. I've been told they're doing this random travelling crap to make sure packs are running as they should.” He huffed. “I'm going to my office to arrange the staff.”
• His footsteps sounded through the air and I chewed on my lip, keeping myself square against the wall as he walked straight past me. I watched him turn left. His face was hard in concentration as we made eye contact, and I sucked in my breath. His cool brown eyes merely blinked before glancing behind him as he disappeared, his hand grabbing at his light-brown hair.
• Exhaling loudly, I ran my hand across my arm in comfort and pulled away from the wall. Just as I did, I felt sharp claws rip into my scalp as they yanked my head backwards.
• “Were you just listening to my conversation there, sweetie?” Lizzie pouted. “That's quite rude.”
• "N-n-no, I-I wasn't-
• “Oh, hush, no use lying to me, sweetie. I could smell your nasty perfume a mile away.” She laughed.
• Her other hand pulled out some gum from her pocket, and she released her hold on my hair to unwrap it. I quivered slightly when I noticed her 'gang approaching from the dining room.
• Lizzie sighed in contentment, smacking the gum in her mouth before pulling my hair from under her nail. “Now, eavesdropping is definitely a no-no thing, okay, sweetie? I'm sure you understand, after all.”
• I whimpered and wrapped my arms around myself as she went to walk away. Her two girlfriends came up to me next, both smirking from ear to ear. They both had brunette hair and brown eyes. The only difference was Lucia’s hair was always curly, and her makeup was dark to complement her olive skin tone.
• Without time to think, Lucia swiped my head to the side as she smacked me across the cheek. I felt my spit fly out of my mouth as I staggered. Another hit my face, and I was against the wall, where my heart raced as their claws dug into my skin. I tried to push them off, but their wolves helped somewhat, and I was defenceless.
• There was a pause, and I took a moment to regulate my breathing as the sound of their designer heels clicked away. Daring to open my eyes, I soon forced them to shut as a larger, warmer hand pushed me down.
• “Don't go poking round in everybody's business, Omega. Learn your place.” The man spat.
• I nodded frantically, tears pooling in my eyes as I curled in on myself. My rare appetite was now gone as I cried in pain. I didn't heal like the wolves; didn't block out pain as they did, either. I felt it all, and it will show for weeks to come.
• Not only that, but I sat there for another ten minutes before frantic footsteps running down the halls startled me. Quickly pulling myself up, I ran into my bedroom. Slumping into my sheets, I let the tears flow, crying myself into slumber.