Chapter 2

I hated being taken advantage of.

Period.

Guess what happened to Omegas in my pack?

They were taken advantage of by high-ranking werewolves.

Now, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Lucky for me, I had an older brother who was an Epsilon, also known as the highest rank below the main chain of command: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Gamma. He was the strongest Epsilon in the pack. Thanks to that, he was able to save me from the evil hands of anyone trying to make my life miserable.

Even though Alec could be ruthless, he had a soft spot for me, for example, flicking me on the forehead as punishment for running away from the pack. Seriously, who did he think he was? Itachi Uchiha? I rolled my eyes, earning a curious look from him.

“You know, people don’t actually roll their eyes in real life. That’s just something that happens in books,” Alec said, making me turn to face him. We were on a plane, heading back to the pack.

“Says who?” I sat up straight and turned to look at my brother. He had an elbow on the armchair of his seat while holding up his chin with the palm of his hand.

“One of my editors,” he said, flicking me in the forehead. I glared at him as I rubbed my forehead.

“You write now?” I asked, shocked.

“It’s just a pastime,” Alec smirked.

“As long as you’re not writing any romance novels, more power to you,” I said with a grin. “Oh, and you might want to fire that editor. Clearly, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Oh, really? Then perhaps you should hire a new editor for me,” he suggested with a curve of his lips.

“Do I at least get paid?” I asked, slumping into my chair.

Alec began rummaging through his bag, pulling out his laptop and setting it on the small table next to his seat. Without missing a beat, he opened it and began typing.

“You’ve got jokes today, don’t you?” he remarked, his eyes still focused on the screen.

Curious about what he was doing, I leaned over his shoulder to look. I noticed a series of flower pictures on his screen. One in particular stood out the most: a large flower with purple petals and several leaves trailing down its stem.

“What is that?” I asked, pointing at it.

“It’s a rare flower that can be either helpful or deadly to wolves, so never touch it,” Alec replied, clicking to the next page.

“I see. Are you planning to give it to Taylor or something?” I teased.

Alec snorted.

“No, and quit being nosy,” he muttered, turning to flick me again.

I growled in response.

A teenager who was sitting near the row we were in turned to look at me. She gasped. Alec muttered something under his breath, but I couldn’t quite catch it because I was distracted by the look she was giving me. It was a mixture of excitement and awe.

“No way!” she exclaimed. Her light green eyes widened as she turned her body towards us. “You guys are werewolves, right?” Her voice practically sparkled with excitement, as if she’d just stumbled upon a hidden gold mine.

“Um...” I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Agreeing to her question would only open me up to an interrogation.

“No...” I muttered, hoping a lie might buy me some peace. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.

“But... I just heard you growl! Wow, I have always wanted to meet a werewolf! Do you know Chanelle Winters? She is my favorite werewolf of all time! She has one of the best fashion brands out there; it’s called Winter Woman... I would do anything to meet her. My mom says I should stay away from supernatural creatures because she thinks they are unholy, but you know what? I think she is just closed-minded...” She kept talking, but I tuned her out.

Humans rarely saw us in the open since werewolves seldom left their packs to live among them, which made us an endless source of fascination. Thanks to our superior strength and regeneration, humans generally knew better than to mess with us.

Simply put, some humans despised us, others admired us, and the rest didn’t care.

Unfortunately for us, we had just run into a werewolf fanatic.

“So, what’s the name of your wolf pack?” she asked eagerly.

“The Moon Cake Squad,” I said sarcastically.

The girl didn’t falter; instead, she asked more questions.

“Oh, cool, do you really die from a silver bullet? And transform during the full moon? How about wolfsbane? Does it really kill you?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Okay, it was time to end this.

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping an octave. “Let’s just say this,” I began, “I wouldn’t recommend trying to kill us, especially on a full moon. Silver bullet or not, you might find yourself torn limb from limb.”

Her expression turned pale. “Oh… thanks for the advice,” she muttered, catching the unspoken warning. She turned away, returning to her seat.

“Guess I scared her,” I told Alec after a moment.

He didn’t look at me, his gaze fixed on his laptop. “Maybe you should work on your social skills.”

I sank back into my chair, closing my eyes. “What are social skills?” I murmured, drifting into a nap.