Omega's Revenge

Did he not discipline you?

The Beta’s words echo in my mind, as my eyes flicker to his empty spot on the meal table. Beside him sits the Alpha, whose golden eyes I meet as my gaze wanders to him. The fork freezes in my fingertips. 

I’d been poking at the deliciously cooked portion of steak in front of me with no appetite, for the past thirty minutes. Only now do I feel the sharp glances coming from the other wolves around the table. Their glances alternate between me and the Alpha. I can feel the scorn, first. For not touching the food so generously provided for me. Curiosity, as to why the Alpha was not giving me the punishment I deserved. 

Just like the Beta. 

But then the Alpha suddenly lowers his fork. Then he looks at one of the warriors next to him, his voice completely different from the softer tone I’d heard yesterday in the bedroom. He’s noticed the murmurs as well. He’s probably noticed them from the start. 

“Bring in the prisoner.”

And I should’ve realized, the moment I wondered how someone’s voice could change so drastically, even if it was in front of his pack.

The transparent glasses of champagne on the table rattle, as I hear the prisoner struggling from a mile away. If the voice hadn’t been enough warning, I should’ve realized from the sadistic smile tinging the Alpha’s lips. His gold eyes burn the color of a famished cobra in the desert. 

The doors burst open. A ragged, trembling figure of a woman is thrown onto the cold marble before the lavishing dinner table. Her thin, bloody wrists are chained, with those much thicker than mine. The metal drags a mixture of grime and dust on the pristine floor. 

But her eyes. Her eyes are still alive with the fury that can only be found within the mother who has lost everything that she holds dear. 

Beta. My Beta. 

Lane. 

My fork clatters to the plate as I stand. The Alpha had lied to me. He’d lied straight to my face last night, as my Beta lay tortured in the dungeons underneath my feet. The world seems to twist and fold. 

I had not been the only survivor. 

I take one step, the start of many others to run to her. Rip the chains off of my Beta and help her escape, no matter how thick it seemed to be. Even if I had to give my own life for it. I—

But the look that she gives me, over the tens of others fixed on me, is what freezes me down to the ground. Her ocean-blue eyes lit with a fire that I had never seen before back at Senna. She had only held warmth for the pups and me whenever she’d visited the nursery. In the back of my mind, I still see her, careful to control her natural Dominance as she’d held a freshly-birthed pup in her hands. 

“Traitor.”

The word is what grinds me to a complete stop. She roars. It fills the entire cavern of the dining hall, as she looks upon the Omega who’d once sang for her pack’s pups, now sitting at the table of an enemy pack who had annihilated them to ashes. It strips every single sound from my lips. 

Beta. No, Beta. 

She screams the word, over and over again. The wolves of Shadow watch in amusement the way my Beta crumbles, as she tears herself trying to break the chains to get to me. Her claws only stretch in my direction. 

We are their circus act of the day. 

Then I see the Alpha tilt his head, in my peripheral vision. Two silhouettes approach the feral Beta from the back, and I don’t realize until they’ve drawn their silver claws. A silent scream leaves my lips. There is the sound of flesh giving way to metal. 

Lane’s lifeless body hits the floor, the ending note of a cacophony. 

I am truly now the last of my pack. 

The moment she crashes into the pool of her own blood on the marble, I leap out of my chair. Then I transform midair, into the small, weak Omega wolf that I am. I feel the sound of the Alpha’s amused, breathy laughter from behind my back. 

I run straight for the door. 

For the couple of seconds that takes me to close the distance, I think that he’ll tilt his head a second time. I think that the same claws that had torn into the Beta’s throat will tear into mine. I think many things, all the ways that my attempt at vengeance will come to a pitiful end. 

But no one touches me. 

I realize why, just moments later I’m out the door. I hear the Alpha whisper, loud enough that it still reaches my ears. 

“Let her run.”

Tears wet my cheeks, as he laughs. 

“I want to see how far she gets.”

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Traitor. Traitor. 

The word repeats itself in my mind, over and over again in the voice of the dying Beta. Snow gives way underneath my paws, as I run. The scene of the forest around me blurs into one. 

I run to the Edge. I run faster than I’ve ever run before. 

I am not a traitor, Beta. I don’t know what I was doing there, sitting amongst them. I must’ve been out of my mind. I must’ve been hypnotized, by the Devil himself. 

I run faster. 

Trees whip by. I feel the air take on a tinge of salt. The oceans are near. The Edge is near. 

The weak, pitiful Omega that I am. 

I knew that I couldn’t do anything. That just running at the Alpha, no matter how much bloodlust and rage I threw myself at him with, wouldn’t do shit. He would take me down with a swipe of his hand. Even when he was in his human form, I wouldn’t be able to leave a single scratch. 

But right now, I was the only one who could give him peace from the demons that haunted him at night. Demons that he could not fight. 

I see the Edge. 

My pace just grows faster. The line of the cliff, amidst snow and ice, grows clearer as I see the frozen waves that lie a hundred feet underneath. The salt from the ocean. I can practically taste it on my tongue, and relish it. 

Returning him to his own hell without my song. That was the only vengeance that I could take on him. He would never sleep in peace again. 

I’m almost there. Every second brings me closer. The horizon spreads open in front of me, like the blank page of a book. The landscape of dull, gray rock gradually changes to blue, never-ending water. It’s crystal clear, pulling me in. All I’d have to do is just close my eyes, and I’d be with my pups again. 

One more. 

I touch ground, one last time. And a cold breeze hits me then, blowing away the weight that had been crushing my shoulders. I feel light. Free. My legs bend lower for the final time, as it prepares for the final jump. 

I leap.