Alpha's Curse

John's betrayal was complete the first night the alpha... used me. He'd been touching me too intimately for a while, calling me "angel" or "Sanna" and pretending he liked me. I'd always seen through it, and eventually, he realized that and decided to simply use force. It was his favorite tactic. So he knocked me out one night, tied me tightly to his bed, and... I didn't like to think about what happened when I woke up. In the year since then, I'd been used countless times, by the alpha or his favored betas. Being made up entirely of penniless teenagers, the pack never had any food unless they stole it, and I'd gotten used to constant hunger. I was skin and bones, too unhealthy to conceive a child, as I assumed their intentions with me were after I finally learned what made omegas special. How they didn't realize that I was too unhealthy to fall pregnant, I didn't know. But then again, I'd gotten more of an education than anyone besides John, who took too much pleasure in knowing how mu

I woke up in the daylight surrounded by beta werewolves and snarled as threateningly as I could, grabbing one of them by the leg and sinking my fangs into his calf. The others leaped back, grabbing the one I'd injured and pulling him to a safe distance as he screeched in pain. I forced myself to stand up. I ran. Shit shit shit, I was gonna die. I curled in the air to hopefully land in a roll. My breath was knocked out of me in a painful crunch and my head throbbed where I'd hit it. My lungs burned and I knew I'd at least cracked a rib. I slid a few feet and managed to roll over, letting myself slide down the roof. A few tiles near me shattered as bullets rained down from above, and I fell to the street absolutely gracelessly, landing within a crumpled heap with an audible thump. Sirens were rapidly approaching from my left, louder every second. I dragged myself to my feet, fueled by pure panic, and raced down the road. I needed to hide, I couldn't keep running like this. The thunder