I don’t know what this feeling of obsession and devotion means, but I want to get rid of it.
It might be the bond or desire or anything to be with him. I don’t care. I just want to get rid of anything, any stumbling block in my way and leave peacefully.
I might die after getting rid of them, but I know that wherever I would be, I would be at peace with myself.
I want revenge. To kill Sihwa and reject all my mates and die.
I’m just…tired of everything. The scene of my grandfather’s death, Aiden and the crumbled blocks of the clan still haunt me to this day.
After what happened at the Twilight Springs, what the guardian of the magic portal said to me, I knew this had to stop.
I’ve felt tormented enough.
I want to kill Sihwa. He controls wolves like objects. It was time to put a stop to it and bring justice to my grandfather, Aiden, and my parents.
A week ago, before we got into the city heading for the clan, I felt the bond of my mates nearby as soon as I got out of the ship.
I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful room before me. It screamed luxury and paradise in golden designs and colors.
This isn’t my room.
I got up from the bed. Had a lot of flashbacks about what happened and gasped.
“Courtney. Larcade. Chelsea.” I screamed and burst out of the room I was in and looked down the hallway. I ran barefooted down the white stairs and kept calling out their names.
What happened to them? Where could they be? Did Sihwa do something horrible to them!
“Larcade. Courtney. Chelsea.” I yelled and ran to wherever my nose pointed at me. I smelled strong pheromones coming from my direction, but it wasn’t their pheromones.
Werewolves.
They seemed like they were coming a lot from that direction. I moved to the flow of the pheromones. My mates were somewhere in there and I can definitely smell them.
“Wendy Grimwolf.”
My body froze.
My heart pounded in my chest so fast I forgot to breathe. I felt tense and frightened. Chills rushed down my spine, causing my arms and my feet to tremble.
This scent.
I sniffed it on the night of the full moon. On the day I got tortured by the other alphas and he wasn’t there that night when my mates were torturing me.
I smelled his thick fragrance.
When I woke up, I couldn’t perceive his scent again. It was as if his scent had never existed.
And I thought I probably must have been hallucinating. I never thought the scent was real.
Then, who was this alpha behind me?
Who was this werewolf? Why does his voice sound similar to Sihwa?
“Oooh! You are hurting my feelings.” He chuckles. “Why don’t you want to look at me, Omega?”
My gaze fell on him. My eyes broadened when I saw him. Who was this angelic being before me?
“I knew you would face me if I called you an Omega, Wendy?”
“Who are you?” I find myself ask in a whisper.
He smiled. “You haven’t seen me before, right?”
“I don’t think so. Not that I can recall.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stretched out his hand at me. “My name is Chris.” He introduced himself. “Chris Grimwolf.”
Chris? Chris Grimwolf.
He is the son of Aaron. He was the one grandfather told me about four years ago.
Grandfather said he is an Omega. But he doesn’t look like an Omega to me. He smells like an alpha and has an omega’s pheromones.
That was weird.
I handshake him. His hand was so soft and warm. Why does a wolf like him have a soft hand?
“Are you…an Alpha?” I questioned, just to be sure I’m safe with him. His pheromones smell strange. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
“What do you want me to be?”
“What?” My eyebrows raised.
“An Alpha or an Omega!” He grinned and slightly leaned his face on mine. “You are quite pretty.”
His British accent was truly out of this world. His piercing golden eyes were digging through my heart. I have never felt this close to any of my mates before.
Except for Sihwa and…Aiden.
“Th-Thank you.” I uttered when I swallowed and took a step back away from him. What does he think he is trying to do? Seduce me or something?
“You are welcome.” He smiled again. “Welcome to the Grimwolf pack.”
“Thanks – a lot.” I swallowed again, wanting to get out of here.
I need to look for the others as soon as possible and avoid bumping into my other mates. Seeing them again will open the day they tortured the hell out of me, and I don’t want to stand in front of them like a jellyfish.
I wasn’t ready to face them yet.
The silence in this mansion is creeping me out. I just want to look for my best friends, get out of here and work on my next plan. Whoever this wolf is, he seems suspicious to me.
How did he find me? Besides, why is he being so nice to me? I know I haven’t seen him in my entire life. He looks so happy to see me, or was I just imagining it in my head?
“What’s the hardest thing about being an Omega?” He questioned as soon as I walked past his right shoulder and stopped.
“You should know right, because you are an Omega.”
We both fixed our gazes on each other.
“Why are you asking me such a question?” What is his motive? I don’t get it. Who doesn’t know the hardest thing about being an Omega?
“I need you to answer it?” His black curly hair, his masculine physique makes him manly.
“Why should I answer it?” I still can’t tell what is going on around here.
“Does my question require a reason to be answered?”
What is he up to?
“The hardest thing about being an Omega is getting ravished by alphas. Alphas get moved by an omega’s pheromones. They lose control, rape the omegas and play the victim. Blaming the omega’s pheromones in making them lose control. They hate omegas and force themselves on them if they refuse to mate with them. Omegas have to be careful of walking alone at night. Every day of their lives, they have to avoid the alphas, for fear of them losing control, marking them against their will and possessing them. Alphas are far times stronger than omegas but look down on them as scum. And still need them to satisfy their sexual urges. Omegas don’t have laws and no one protects them from the prejudice of alphas. Everyone looks down on omegas so much they forget Omegas have dreams.”
Why am I getting mad explaining this to him?
“Alphas have dreams as well. They build the world.”
“But not like Omegas.” I argued. “Werewolves have dreams. Animals have dreams. Even insects. But alphas are just imitations of lives. Without Omegas, they would have never been born to build the world. Omegas are the reasons alphas exist. Can an Alpha give birth? Can an Alpha rule the world without an Omega?”