Chapter 1
/Quinn/
Living a life of an Omega was bad enough. Piling your Alpha as your mate on top was worse. And guess who had this dead-end fate? Me. Yes, Quinn Avery received the worse type of life you could ever dream of in your nightmares.
In truth, my life in The Eclipse pack was good. As an Omega, I had more privileges than the average Omega. Just like every other Omega in my pack. Yes we would cook and clean for oh so many werewolves, but there was no physical abuse.
We weren’t forced to do the dirty with random men and we weren’t starved. Eating afterwards was always better. Us Omegas would always talk as loud as we wanted to, having fun and not wanting to get out of the dining room as quick as possible.
So why leave people I love and my pack life which was actually great? Because of my mate: Alpha Silas.
All these privileges, these positive things our pack gave us didn’t mean we were anywhere near an Alpha in the hierarchy. We were still at the bottom, the servants, the nobodies.
And Alpha Silas, Alpha Silas. A ruthless murderer, known to have no emotions. An emotionless monster. And me? A puny Omega as his mate? Never.
I’m not about to risk my life, risk those around me to mate with an Alpha like him. How do I know he’s my mate and he doesn’t know I’m his?
Well, me and my Omega friends (a few girls and boys) were washing the dishes when he walked past, another Alpha with him. I remember smelling the most amazing smell of Nature at it’s finest and I know he smelt something too. Because he looked. He looked in the kitchen, but because every Omega could sense him, we were all looking at him. He continued walking, obviously in a heated discussion with the other Alpha and we kept washing. He kept walking away from his fate, from me. I knew it was him and he didn’t.
That’s when I decided. It was time to leave.
To leave my average, comfortable life for the woods, to get away from such an Alpha. That very night, I remember running to my small attic room and packing everything in a bag I’d stolen from the Beta. I remember chucking in random things and necessities and changing into something more suitable for exercise. And off I went. Running like the wind, away from the pack house, away from my small attic room, away from everything I knew. I remember inhaling the night air, running past the looming trees and smiling. A genuine smile. And I know I had sealed my fate. A rogue. One of the most famously known Alpha’s mate: A rogue.
I scan my surroundings, sniffing the air.
Wolves.
The stench of rogues that I myself had adapted fills my nostrils and I sprint, jumping off trees. My four paws pound against the forest floor, branches cracking under the pressure of my body weight. Howls fill the silence in the distance and I approach the river, covering my scent.
The river was always my best spot to hide. No scent therefore I’m hidden.
I change, walking into a cave. My current home.There lies the bag I stole over 3 years ago when I was merely 16 and oblivious to the world we live in. Grabbing it, I unzip the zip and pull out the old towel, wiping my body thoroughly with it and getting changed.
I need to steal. From packs and from the real world. Otherwise I will starve and have nothing to wear. Sickness is a prominent part of my life and I won’t be able to survive much longer without these major things. It’s great that the population of deer and rabbits in this part of the woods is high. My wolf can easily grab them and kill them. True I feel bad and sad for the creatures but I need to survive.
I don’t want to die.
But it won’t last long. Too many wolves live in the woods for the deer and rabbits to survive and live. What will I do then? It’s too risky.Getting out of the cave is easy, it’s the stealing part that’s hard.
The trees come to a stop fading into the distance and the houses start to appear. A human town. I make my way to the town centre and walk into shops with my bag, ripping off the security tags off items that I so desperately need and storing them in my bag so quick that it looks like I’m fixing my hair to the human eye.
The next objects on my list: Clothes. A clothes store comes into my view and I grab a load of clothes my size, hiding them behind my bag. I go into the changing room and shove them all in my bag. I walk out like normal and sprint as soon as the first few trees appear.
A success.
Food and clothes that will last me a month, accompanied with shampoo and shower gel. The essentials. The cave gets closer and closer and my heart beats slower until it’s normal. I hungrily make a grab for the food, scoffing down the junk food. An unhealthy appetite but there is not much I can do. I do what I do to survive.
The sun sets slowly and I smile, wiping away the tear lingering on my pale cheeks. It was my decision.
“I smell someone! Come on Max! Stop being so slow! We should probably get the Alpha. Shouldn’t we?” The voices disturb me from my sleep and I growl.
Being in my wolf form is an instinct that I've had that has ultimately kept me alive for so long. It’s the easiest way I can defend myself if someone tries to hurt me in my sleep.
Quickly shifting, I slip into the river, masking my scent once again. “I can’t even smell anything Jake! It’s your nose. It’s so faulty. Can’t trust you with anything. We might as well head back!”
“No but I swear! I did smell something! You gotta believe me. I bet someone’s hiding behind the river. Just check the cave out with me and then we can go back. Stop trying to go back to Jessica. Goddess! I know she’s your mate but stop being so whipped.”
I hear them getting closer and closer and I speedily get rid of any evidence of a person living there. They can’t know I’ve been living here.
As soon as their in my vision, I sprint away, too quick to be heard. By Alpha they meant their rogue Alpha. This ‘pack’ had been living in this part of the woods for a long time but had never bothered to come here so I never bothered to disturb them.
But when they said Alpha, I couldn’t help but think about my Alpha. My Alpha.
Even after being so far away from him, he’s the only thing I can think about. His face, his hair. Just him. My wolf craved him. Raven wanted her mate especially during heat. But she knew why I left. She knows why I haven’t gone back.
Heats were such a pain. The lust, the feeling of needing my mate with me left me vulnerable to anyone. It was especially hard when people, mostly un-mated males, smelt my desire. Because everyone knows un-mated males can’t handle being away from a female in her heat.
Whenever that happens I have to control Raven and fight them off, running before Raven comes back looking for the one thing her mates not providing her with.
I look back one last time at my safe haven and sigh. Time to find a new home.
