Omega's arrogant mate

My childhood used to be happy. I was a normal kid. I never wanted to sit still and I always wanted to run around. My father was always nice and my mother was always kind. We were all happy.

Everyone respected us. We were the leaders of one of the most successful packs, after all. People looked up to us. They saw us as, for lack of a better word, gods. We ruled their life and told them what to do. They obeyed out of respect and fear of what my father would do to them.

I never had much when I was a kid. My parents never focused on me for too long. They were always more interested in their work. Of course, that meant that I was never given any toys and had to get my own food. I also never had many friends. Pretty much everyone was intimidated and terrified of me, but I was okay with that. I liked being alone. I liked taking care of myself. It made me feel like I meant something, like I was on this world for a reason.

Everything started going downhill as soon as I turned ten. People weren’t showing us the same respect as they used to. More and more rogues were attacking and trying to destroy the pack. People were rebelling. They grew tired of our laws. At this point, my parents were panicking and constantly wondered why no one was listening to them anymore. They always said that the deal was supposed to last for ten years. Apparently, it had only been seven.

I remember waking up one night to screaming. I didn’t know what it was or what to do, so I went to my parents. My mother had been arguing with my father and he had gotten tired of her complaining. He hit her and she screamed. I remember running up to my mom, where she lay on the floor clutching her cheek. I was trying to comfort her. I didn’t know why daddy hit her. I didn’t know what she had said. I just knew that I had to protect her.

Mom and Dad sat me down that night and told me everything.

Before I was born, things were tough for my parents. We were broke and were treated like garbage. We were hated for being something that we couldn’t even control. We used to be omegas. At the time I had no idea what that term meant, until they told me that it was a title for the weakest wolves of a pack. I was confused. How were we so powerful now, when we used to be omegas? Eventually, I was born and the pack we used to belong to grew to hate us even more. I was a disgrace. I wasn’t supposed to be born. I dampened the pack’s name. My parents grew tired of this after a while and decided to make a change.

Our pack was bordered by some of the strongest supernatural species known to man. To the north we had vampires, to the south, witches, to the east, angels, and finally, to the west, demons. Werewolves were never commonly known to associate themselves with the other creatures in the area. In all honesty, we hated each other. We despised the vampires and lived to kill the witches. The Angels and Demons pretty much took care of themselves.

It was odd how we were housed so closely to each other, but we had to be so far away from humans. They could not discover our kind or the council would destroy us. Of course there were the few hunters, who were dumb enough to think that they could defeat our species entirely, but we took care of them quickly.