Living with Alphas

Ava woke up from a particularly vicious nightmare, gasping for air and gripping her chest like her heart would fall out any moment. Sweat rolled down her forehead, lips parted at the sudden movement. The sound of her blood rushing echoed in her ears.

She squinted, adjusting her eyes to the sudden light streaming down in the shed.

The omega only had the fleeting memory of being chased in the woods by something until it sank in that trees, middle of nowhere, actually surround her. It's been a week now.

Her pack-house was miles away, and she had no way of finding a way back home. Everything the omega had was now lost. Why did she have to be so impulsive? In her head, Ava believed she's helping her pack members and saving them by tracking a rogue. Karl. That's his human name.

Karl has been terrorising her pack, especially the omegas by the river. He forcibly tried to stake his claim on them, grab on to them and sometimes even went as far as scenting them. The whole thing disgusted the omegas and made them fearful.

She couldn't sit back and do nothing. That's why Ava went to the shore by herself and tracked the rogue. A long game of chase ensued, and during that, she lost track of time and her path, finding herself in strange territory. The rogue Alpha was nowhere to be seen, leaving her behind in an unknown land.

For the first few days, Ava tried hard to locate the way back, howling for hours to no end. Nothing happened. The forest was dark, mysterious deep, boding long trees where voice merely echoed. Somehow all the routes she took ended up in the same place. She's close to giving up.

The omega found herself often shifting, mainly to hunt for her food. She fed herself by hunting small animals, rabbits or ferrets, trying to conceal herself in shadows. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention by killing boars and deers.

On the second day, she's tired of sleeping on the massive logs of trees, muscles feeling sore. Ava scourged for a place to sleep and fortunately found an abandoned shed. As the omega had nothing with her except the clothes she carried, it wasn't a problem to stay there.

Looking around, she bitterly realised that no one would dare come looking for her. Even if they did, it would be nearly impossible to track her with the number of neutralisers she had sprayed on. Not that she actively seek that path, only concealing her identity as an omega because of the attacks on their kind.

The omegas are hunted on a large number, some auctioned off to wealthy, older Alphas while others are used as knotwhores. The term itself cause shivers to run down her spine. Knotwhores are forced to take knots from the Alphas and give them a male Alpha.

Wiping the sweat off her face with her long-sleeve, she fumbled around, trying to blink the sleep off. Upon closer inspection, the omega realised the thick trees in front of the shed blocked the natural light.

Getting on her feet, the omega stepped out of her hiding point, sighing in content from the warm burst of sunshine she received. Ava still felt the remnants of dread somewhere deep in her mind, but the daylight was like a drug to the omega, and she stood in front of the sun for few minutes.

Something crunched behind her, dried leaves probably followed by a harsh sound of breathing. Ava swallowed the lump lodged in her throat, clenching her eyes shut and hoping that it was just a wild animal passing by.