Taming The Four Alphas: The Omega’s Harem

KAIA

The moon goddess especially hates me, 

If she didn't, why would I always end up in the worst case situations?

The door to the dungeon drew open and I was faced with the last person I wished to see right now; my stepmother Caren.

“Crawl out as the insect you are, or would you rather stay another day in there, daughter.” She said sarcastically.

I had the right to be offended but I couldn't afford to, as she said, I crawled out of the dungeon and she watched satisfied. The dungeon was built to house terrible criminals but thanks to the current Alpha of Hollow Fang pack, I ended up as one.

Clearly being an omega born in Hollow fang pack was a crime in itself. Total garbage to my family. Every other maiden found their mates soon enough but not me, I never did. I had severally dreamed of him showing up and saving me from everyone, my family, my pack but it never happened and today, I ate another shitty meal in the dungeon.

My crime was simple, I resisted being sold as a breeder.

My mother died giving birth to me, a mere omega female, the first sign to Hollow fang pack that I was bad luck. My father got married to Caren, her best friend, barely two months after. I got a sister, an arrogant one. I bloomed so fast into puberty but guess what was left out again; my wolf, she never showed up.

After my eighteen birthday, they all gave up and tagged me as wolfless, my second stage of rejection. I became subjected to more harsh labor because my fate was sealed now, I was destined as a breeder, a mere s*x slave.

Hollow fang pack has a tradition, at the age of twenty one, every unmated Omega she-wolves is sold off to other packs Alpha as s*x slaves to strengthen the pack’s alliance with other packs, i had escaped from the tradition when i clocked twenty one because i was severely injured in a hunt courtesy of my stepsister.

Here I am, two years later, finally healed of my injury forced back into the fate I thought I had escaped. 

“We aren’t heading home Kaia, let’s go see the seamstress, I had her make you a dress using your sister’s measurements.”

Did I just heard my stepmother made me a dress, how strange.

“Are you certain that the Alpha allowed my release?” I questioned suspiciously.

She scoffed and turned to me,

“What? Do you think I would have saved you and risk my own life, no Kaia, you know I am not that….generous, but at least, you should thank me for convincing your father to pay for a new dress for tonight, we can’t send you off looking like what you really are.”

She looked at me disgustingly.

She was right, I looked like a witch right now, scattered hair, half torn dress and unkempt face.

“What’s happening tonight?”

“Are you that dumb? You are becoming a bride tonight.”

I stopped in my track,

“A breeder you mean?”

“Oh dear, it means the same to me after all, you are quite fortunate that he is an Alpha, infant, a well known one.”

We got to the seamstress while I maintained my silence, giving up totally. I had suffered long enough because I resisted so much.

“Bring out the dress.” Caren ordered .

The young woman rushed in and brought the cloth. As I had expected, the dress was ugly and I can predict it could never be my perfect fit. My stepsister was more curvier, fitting it on me, it didn’t flatter my small body any bit.

“Yes, this is perfect.” My stepmother said excitedly.

We left for our house, a mansion I grew up in. My father, one of the pack’s elders didn’t even spare me a glance at all, and my stepsister, she was busy ordering around the maid, they were having every one of my traces removed from the house. After all, I was the unwanted one.

“Wow Kaia, your husband will be so pleased, the dress is gorgeous, I promise to make up your face, I just bought a new shade of powder.” Leila, my stepsister said.

You mean my master.

“Thank you Leila, I will have to decline.” I said and walked out on her.

Her sarcastic niceness irritates me just like her mother but I couldn’t fight back, I don’t want to return to the dungeon. Because everyone would be glad to have me return there.

I walked into my room and locked the door. I hadn’t taken my bath in three days. I quickly undressed and soaked myself in warm water. I scrubbed my body clean.  The evening was already close, in Hollow Fang pack,

Tonight isn’t like every other normal night, it is the blood moon night.

Every beast becomes more brutal.

Every wolf less stays indoor, if they don’t want to fall prey and unfortunately enough for me,

The Alpha chose this exact day for selling me off, I wondered what Alpha my stepmother mentioned earlier.

I checked out my cloth rack and brought out a more befitting dress I had saved up to buy last summer. Not that this was a happy occasion for me but I didn’t want to give them all the total satisfaction of breaking me. 

I remained in my room as night fell, no one showed up to check on me, which I was grateful for but as soon as the night air turned on and the clouds darkened, howls arose in the air. I knew it was time, fresh fear surged through my mind.

The door opened suddenly and three men walked in, one I recognize as Hollow Fang Alpha, but the other two, not so much.

“Is this her?” The hefty man questioned, his voice was cold, emotionless, frightening.

“Yes, Alpha Quinn.” My Alpha responded.

The hefty man turned to face me, our eyes met and panic shot through my body.

“She looks fit, I will take her.” He responded or maybe growled.

Alpha Quinn!  The demon Alpha of Sundown pack is my…..master.

KAIA

Howls rose in the air and the merriment doubled. I sat by the fire, four hefty warriors by my side. My emerald green dress glowed in the night’s darkness and I stared blankly at the tent set up opposite where we sat. In a few minutes, my body would be mercilessly ravaged right in there by that beast.

I looked to my left and my eyes caught Tyler Crane, Hollow Fang pack’s current Alpha, my greatest hater. His enthusiasm was special tonight, in fact I hadn’t expected a huge celebration of this sort held just to give out a breeder, 

Tyler, my stepmother, stepsister were actually celebrating my misery, that I am certain of.

Everyone had too much to drink, the loud music, gist, intimate conversations but I was restricted, like a rag doll, I was compelled to sit through everything. In a few minutes, the blood moon will rise and every wolf will turn, just as always, the beast will become bloodthirsty.

A thunderous howl suddenly filled the air and everyone