Scentless Bonds

They're supposed to be forbidden. At least, it’s what I keep telling myself whenever I see them. And when my once close friends of 19yrs begin to drift away, I’m suddenly left standing alone, even as they move into their new roles within the pack. My role being null and void, even with me being born the son of a Gamma. Always being told I’m useless as the pack treats me with zero respect. “Worthless Runt” “Freak” “Pathetic” Only a few choice words that my pack likes to use against me whenever they see me. And when becoming bruised and battered seems to be a new found favorite I take a risk and try to flee only to be stopped by them. My future Alpha, Beta and Delta. “Where are you going?” “Out” “Uh huh sure, and you're taking this with you?” Snatching my bag, they move to look at me with a knowing stare, a stare filled with longing, pain and purpose. “Give that back” “I think not little mate, your ours, now and forever and were not letting go” Crap. I think things just got a whole lot more complicated than it needed to be.