I wanna die.

Those were the words I thought every single day.

I was a useless omega. Maybe dominant, but still an omega. No one knew that I was a dominant one. Why would I tell anyone? Maybe they would sell me off to some grand person, someone wealthy and shady. Maybe even a pervert.

Hi, my name is Eve, just...Eve. I don't know my parents or other family members. I was left all alone at the borders of the werewolf territory. They couldn't just leave a child out there alone, so they took me in. When it turned out I was a werewolf too, an uproar rose up. They said a lot of things.

Get rid of him! He's going to bring us trouble!

Shut up you old man, he's just a baby!

But he's a werewolf! He's a trouble.

Say something, Alpha! Say he's dangerous.

The alpha, a handsome man, who had sons my age at that time, decided to let me live. He didn't know my origins, no one knew. Not even I.

They are right, he's just a baby. We won't meddle in with him too much, after all, we do not know who he is and what origins he brings. He might be dangerous, so if anyone spots something out of ordinary, tell me.

The alpha spoke with a serious, but cold face.

If he brings trouble, or danger. Kill him.

That was what was declared that day. The baby had no freedom. He was bound to a fate of loneliness. They all ignored him or beat him. No one cared. After all, if he spoke his mind, he might die.

The people, werewolves, were sometimes cruel, sometimes cold. But overall, they were not his friends. They were closer to enemies. ____________________________________________

I don't have a surname, just Eve. That's the name they gave me, with lots of arguments. Even a name was hard to get. Haaa.

I lived on the outskirts of the territory, near the borders with the other werewolf territory as this was one of many packs. At the northern side where I lived, we bordered with the Blood Moon pack. A pack known for their cruelty, but hospitality. If you betrayed them, you'd die. If you were loyal, you'd get kindness like no other. They loved each other and the other members, was said. Who knows what their real faces are.

At the southern borders, there's the Dark night pack. They were known for their secluded life from other packs. They never attacked, they never showed their faces. They lived like darkness. Everywhere, but nowhere.

The eastern borders were shared with the Shadow blood pack.

This pack was said to be highly dangerous. All kinds of werewolves lived there. The alpha and his Luna were a powerful couple. They were at the older side, but their sons? Haha. All packs know to not meddle with them. They are too dangerous.

No one knows where their real "camp" where they live is. They never take strangers there. They share secrets very rarely, almost never. They live in the shadows, they live like shadows.

And then there's the central pack, the Silver fur pack. They worship the Silver wolf. The one and only. A being from the legends. A wolf said to have powers like no one else. Excellent healing ability comes with it.

I, Eve, live in this pack, I cannot call it home. It never really was. They never accepted me as family, so I am not. I wasn't born here. I was given to them by my "parents" they never even saw. I'm just an orphan. Our pack borders the human world.

They don't know about us. They probably don't even know about the borders we have. But, so what? We live a good life here. Or at least, they do. I don't. I just really wish...at this moment I really wish...

I want to die...

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I want to die...

I'm... I'm sorry, but could I get a bit more food? Even stale bread is alright. The young boy asked one of his elders. His striking white hair danced in the cold wind, he had only light clothing on, he must've been cold.

How dare a nobody like you ask me, such a high person, about some food?! The elder man spoke with disdain. His eyes reflected anger and resentment. You won't get any more food! What was given to you should've been enough for a kid like you! We're not spending on you any more than that. He looked away, left the child starving.

Different day.

Look who it is, if it's not the orphan. The children laughed at the white haired boy. He came for another scolding. The children were young, but their actions were the same as their parents'.

Let go of me! No, that's mine! Let go! They took his only toy, a plushie wolf. It was left with him in the basket they found with him. Now, the other children took it and stomped on it, tore it apart.

How mean some can be. Even small children.

The others held the little boy by hands, not letting him go to his toy.

Please!!! He cried out.

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"Aghh!" I woke up with a scream. It was the same dream again.

"Why do I always dream about the past?" The past hunted me. It was always with me, in the darkest corners of my heart and head. It was painful for me.

"I want to have some good sleep...At least once."I looked up at the ceiling. It was cold, I could hear the wind outside. Windy. The rain fell onto the windows, making pounding sounds.

"I feel lonely..." I got up from the bed, I don't want to. The weather was foggy and rainy. I wanted to stay at home, I wanted to not see them all. But I had to. I had to go through the embarrassment again, through the pain. My legs almost gave out from the fear, from the nightmare from my dream and the upcoming one.

I put on my best clothes and went to the other room to eat breakfast. It was nothing grand, just some bread with a cheap marmalade. I could somehow afford it. I usually eat only bread, today was like a feast to me.

"I need to leave some for my lunch and dinner, too." I ate the same meal every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, it was all the same.

I jam on the bread. I took a small bite, it was sweet, a strawberry taste left in my mouth. Well, at least I thought it was a strawberry taste, I've never had strawberries in my life.

"Look at the time! I need to go."

I attended the school here, it was a large building with lots of people. The teachers ignored me, they gave me grades like to other students, but they never asked me anything, never spoke to me, nothing. They never even said anything to the other students bullying me. Whatever. I was used to it.

The students usually ignored me too, but then there was the alpha's second son, he liked to torment me. He always found a reason why he would do so. I hate him. I hate him so much. He has a group of friends with whom he beats me and slanders me. He keeps talking trash about me, but my reputation hit rock bottom, already. So, I don't care at all, about what they say.

I am too tired to mind every single thing. I am too tired to continue living like I matter.

It's all too tiring.

I want to die...again.

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I walked in through the main door, no one minded me. The school was packed with people, a bad place for me. They all had a distinctive smell.

Alphas and omegas.

Alphas stood at the top of the chain, they usually only appeared in the Alpha families, the ruling families. Of course there were some exceptions.

There were a lot of other alphas than just in the ruling family. Their pheromones were dominant and overpowering. They had the ability to command everyone. They went into a rut every month, it was a period meant for mating with their lovers or mates, it highened the chances of conceiving a child.

Betas were right after alphas in the chain. They didn't have such strong pheromones, but you could smell them if you got too close. Betas helped the alphas, they acquired jobs like assistants and other things.

The weakest were considered omegas. There weren't many omegas here. They were very rare. And even though they were the weakest, they held a high position, not in work or anything. But in their love life. Most omegas had to go through a hard and difficult life. Every alpha wanted to mate with an omega, not that it was always possible. Most alphas didn't sleep with anyone else apart from their true mates.

Omegas had strong pheromones, not as dominating as alphas, they were more seductive and submissive. A lot of omegas hated the fact, that they were perceived as weak and submissive, they wanted power too, they wanted to be held high. They didn't want to be just some fuck toys.

Omegas born into influential families were treated like royalty, the poor ones were treated like trash.

And I was one of them. Dominant omegas were even more rare than normal ones, so I never told anyone the fact that I am one. And how did I know? I haven't turned into a wolf yet, though I am 19 already, and it's time for me to, but I can talk with my wolf. I haven't seen him, yet, but I hope I will soon.

I wanted to finish my studies and then quietly get out of here, they wouldn't just let me go, so I'd have to snuck out at night.

The hard and cold floor took me back to reality. I fell hard on my butt. That bastard pushed me again. I really hoped not to see him today, but I guess the Moon goddess had other plans.

"Look who it is." He snickered.

His eyes full of amusement and hatred. He actually enjoyed bullying me.

It was Noah, the second son of the alpha of the pack, and by his side stood Spirea, his lover and an omega. She was from an influential family, so she got a lot of privileges.

"Look who's rolling in the dirt." Spirea laughed. She looked amused too.

"Look who's laughing at the poor, because that's the only thing she can do." I spoke back, it was probably a bad idea, but I wanted to, I had to. At that moment only that went through my mind.

"What did you say?" Noah barked back.

"Don't bark at me, dog." I blurted out. A mistake.

A slap landed on my face, Spirea slapped me.

"How dare you talk like that to the second son of the alpha of the pack?!" She spat out her words like a viper it's poison.

"So what? You bumped into me first." I guess today I was in a bad mood from the start. I just wanted to say what was on my mind, get beaten and get home.

"And it's the truth that he's a barking dog." Now more people came to see what was going on. They all watched as I was sitting on the ground, my clothes messy, my cheek burning from the slap. They weren't planning to help me, even if the knew it wasn't my fault, they would never help me.

"You really want to get beaten that badly today?" Noah's words cut like knives, not because they hurt me, but because he meant every single one of them.

"Let's see how long you last today." Noah grabbed my collar and dragged me into the abandoned room on the second floor.

At that time, only one thought crossed my mind,

I want to die...still.

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