LEAGUE OF ALPHAS: TRILOGY
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"Do you want me to kiss or f**k you?" He asked pissing me off. "Do I look that desperate as to open my legs for you?" I fired back then held my breath when his eyes began switching from his usual color to a dark red. "You have a sweet tempting mouth. There are a lot of things I could shove in, that includes your soon to be favorite toy, do you know what that is?" He asked while moving closer. I wanted to move backward but my legs were stuck to the ground. "Do you know what your favorite toy will be?" He asked again in a low growl. "No," I answered in a sharp breath. He grabbed my hand and pressed it on his hard c**k. "This, if you continue acting all smart with your mouth, you will get this shoved into your mouth." He warned as I quickly pulled back my hand back with a rapid beating heart. "I love how virgins react when they are being teased, can you now get the f**k out of my office." He demanded. I quickly looked around and noticed that I really was in his office. I turned and I was about to leave when he held my hand tightly. The tingles that erupted between us made me feel so good and had me swallowing a moan. A cold shiver spread throughout my body and my n*****s instantly hardened. Each time I shifted they pressed against my Cotton blouse making me swallow hard. "Are you seriously aroused right now?" He asked huskily. "No," I quickly denied. He leaned in closing the space between us and brushed his nose against my nape. "Shameless." He whispered in a soft purr. Have you ever thought what one's life would be if their fate wasn't decided by the moon goddess?. Everything would be very different, one would get the chance to decide what path to take and who to love. Sadly that wasn't the case for me. My fate was already sealed the day I was born a Werewolf. The fact that I was born an omega meant that I was below the high ups. My purpose was to serve and please them as they wanted. I was never to look them in the eye or answer them back unless ordered to. One of my duty was to spread my legs for the alpha and let him breed me as he saw fit, until I could produce him pups as many as he wanted. Only then would I be given the freedom I longed for. And that was an omega's fate in our pack.
Have you ever thought about what one's life would be if the moon goddess did not decide their fate? Everything would be extremely diverse, one would get the chance to decide what path to take and whom to love. Sadly, that wasn't the case for me. My fate turned out to be sealed the day I was born a Werewolf.
The fact that I was born an omega meant that I was below the high ups. My purpose was to serve and please them as they wanted.
I wasn't supposed to say anything back or look at them in the eye.
One of my responsibilities was to spread my legs so that the alpha could breed me as he wanted until I could produce as many pups as he wanted. I wanted freedom, but only then would I get it.
That was the fate of an omega in our pack.
The halfwit rule was inaugurated by the original Werewolf, who was the first person to speak to the moon goddess. According to legend, the asshole did that because he saw how omegas were very submissive. He noticed that Alphas became more possessive over them, he thought that an alpha with an Omega was more powerful than one without.
Every time an alpha stepped down to let his son take over the pack, the elders gave the new alpha a chance to choose one omega among all of them who could be his Luna and stand by his side. But that didn't mean it was his mate, no. Although we got to have a mate, the rule didn't apply to an alpha or omega. Because immediately an alpha decided to choose an omega, they both were directly meant to reject their mates to fulfill the rules of the pack.
After the alpha decided an omega who pleased his heart, the beta also had the chance to select too, but his rule was different. A beta was allowed to either pick an omega or refuse, unlike an alpha.
After the night of the ceremonial choosing was over, the alpha then went in his chamber to breed the omega until she got pregnant, or he allowed her to leave his room. Then the omega lived her days serving the alpha until her purpose was done, he then granted her the required freedom after baring his pups.
The rule went on from generation to generation until an incident that happened five years ago. The twin alphas ambushed our pack.
There was no pack that hadn't heard about them, Brandon and Landon.
The tormentors of territories and Slayer of all lives, as much as their names sounded so fake, they were very real.
They slaughtered our Alpha, beta, warriors, and most of our men who were above the age of twenty. Then they later demanded we kneel and pledge our loyalty to them.
We saw how they killed without remorse or hesitation, and we weren't that strong to even try to fight them off. So, we did what everyone in their right mind would do. We all knelt and pledged our loyalty to them, by then I was only twelve years old, and my heart was crammed with anger and rage towards them.
Because among the pack members they killed was my father, who I loved so much and cherished. My mother died while giving birth to me, so I was only left with him, he showed me what love was and gave me all I could ask for. To me, he was all I had, and I was so happy, never in my life had I ever thought of running away or killing myself.
But the day the twins took over, I attempted that more than once. I was severely punished, for a week, I was locked up in a dark place with no food and water. I was chained to a silver chain that was very painful for any Werewolf.
After that near to death experience, I stopped trying to run or hurt myself.
I chose to live in the hell pack everyone in my territory called home, but I knew that deep down everyone wasn't that happy.
The twins were the most talked about alphas in all the lands, who by the age of fifteen earned their first nickname as twin Lucifer's.
The twins weren't always like that, according to a few remaining pack elders that rarely talked about them due to fear.
There was an incident that happened years ago, that's what made them turn into the worst alphas in all history of Werewolves.
Despite being cold and dangerous, there were a few she-wolves that tried to seduce them, sadly they ended up dead or injured. Many began thinking they were gay, and I too began to think they were right because five years had gone by, and they still had no Luna, breeder, or mate. They cared less about what our pack members gossiped about, and in those five years, no one had ever seen them with a woman either in bed or their office.
The twins were the most handsome men in our pack, quiet, hard-working, intelligent but also very ruthless, dangerous, and unapologetic.
I did my best to stay away from them and any high up, but it was getting hard because a week ago, the twin alphas ordered our elders to resume with the original rules, culture, and life of our pack. That meant the choosing of an omega was going to be held in due time.
Countless thoughts were going through my mind.
Why were they now resuming our pack rules and culture after years? Was it because they wanted to have a pup, or were they tired of the rumors going around?
No one knew, all I knew was that my eightieth birthday was in a week. If I was going to find my mate, I was going to plead with him to run away with me. Because of the mate bond we would share, I was so certain he was going to agree with my request, after all, no one wanted to hurt their mate no matter what.
I stood from my small bed and went to the window with a soft sigh.
My birthday wish was to be mated to a warrior. I didn't want it to be a Delta or Beta because I had seen the way they acted around their mate, and it wasn't all roses and snow.
It was mostly thorns and broken glasses.
“Mia, stop slacking off already, do you want me to punish you?” Margret, our chief omega asked loudly.
“No, I'm sorry ma'am,” I whispered then continued to scrub the floor of the pack house.
It is not my intention to slack off or act lazy, it's just that my mind was unsettled as I thought about the upcoming ceremony, I seriously didn't want to go anywhere, and I hated the fact that every omega was required to dress up nicely and do her best to please the alphas.
“Add more pressure to your hands,” she ordered me and walked out as I did.
Some of my main fears were to either be rejected by my mate or to receive my first heat without finding him, most omegas in our pack were rejected because of their mate's fear of facing the alpha if he ended up choosing that same omega, and most omegas that went in heat before finding their mates were given to the high ups as means of reward and release.
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