HALLUCINATIONS
I don't know how long had passed,but I think I had begun to understand how things worked around here and gotten to know more of the Omegas, their stories and had grown closer to them. They two men came in twice a day to either give bread and water or take someone away and whoever was taken never returned. You could still hear their screams every night,no one knew exactly what they were doing to them but we all had ideas..no one knew where we were and soon enough..no one knew how long had passed or the date or day. With a room with no windows,it was dark,moist and cold with an overbearing stench of urine,rot and decay. It didn't help that I had a heightened sense of smell as a werewolf but as time went on,with nothing to do you would have to grow used to it. We were given a small steel bucket to do our business in it . It was disgusting..and many times I had hoped to die, cursed my father and wondered why I should even keep living,if these was how my life would end, but I knew and told myself that i needed to hold on to find my brother..my dear brother,I choked with my own tears as I imagined Jasper right next to me,as I stared at a little boy just across of me,who looked terrified and looked around Jasper's age. I was sure it was a hallucination,it wouldn't be the first since I had been in here and trust me,when I say staying in a dark room with no light and little to no food or water and being in constant terror of what next could happen to you or not knowing how long had passed with you being in here could screw up with a person's head and do a lot of things to a person. I knew I was slowly losing my mind. It took me back to the earlier days when Jasper had just been born. I had watched him grow up,I could still remember a boy who held my hand for support the first time he began to walk,the boy who muttered my name.. being his very first words,who would call for me to just hold him,anytime I wasn't beside him when he woke up when he was little. For as long as I could remember, it had only been the two of us,our mother was too weak and fragile to protect us from our abusive father and her abusive mate even if she tried to. For as long as I can remember we could only trust and only had each other,he was my ground..the only thing that kept me holding on and moving, without him..without knowing what he was going through,it broke my heart. I sobbed, wiping my teary eyes to stop the tears. The metal door clicked open,they two men always walked in but this time with another man, whom I had never seen come in here before. "Hurry up and pick,we don't have all day" the slim man said, who from their conversations so far, I had learnt his name was Ricardo,he said to the new man I hadn't seen before. "Bastard,you should be grateful, I'm paying good money",the strange man replied, sounding annoyed but still looking around and walking closer. "Yeah,yeah...anyway hurry up,it stinks in here.." Ricardo stated, looking a little pissed off,showing a disgusted look and covering his nose. "Stop being such a pup" the bulky man said, chuckling, while mocking his partner. Please leave..go away...I muttered in my thoughts,holding my head down to my knees.The new man was coming closer,he looked around like he was looking for something and would forcely lift some omegas faces, to see them clearer before throwing them back down. He was coming closer as the sound of his shoes grew louder and closer before stopping..towards me. "Lift your head," he said. His voice was cold as he ordered…was he talking to me.. I trembled..what should I do? I felt my heart pounding and could barely get my thoughts in order,cold sweat washed over me. " Bitch,hurry up and lift your head,as I said" his voice rang again ,this time with a threat and warning,I bit down on my lower lip. I didn't want to but before I could react or pull my head up,I felt a hand in my brown hair,pulling it harshly. I whined in pain..now looking up at him. He pulled me closer by dragging me by the hair,stopping close to my face and then grabbing me by the chin, forcefully turning my head around to view more of my face. I felt goosebumps crawl all over my skin as my stomach turned the wrong way in the thought of what could happen to me,if I left with this perverted wolf. No, I needed to escape.I needed to get outside that metal door,maybe if I could...I could make it out of here and could find Jasper,trying to devise a plan my thoughts were running wild in overdrive. "I'll take this one",he grabbed my jaw turning me towards the other men. I glared at him and shook my head out of his grip. "Looks like she's a feisty one",he chuckled. "You'll just have to break her,now hurry up. I can't handle this stench anymore,disgusting" Ricardo replied, looking at me with an evil smile. "Oh,I will and will enjoy every minute of it" the perverted wolf said, while licking his lips". The bulky man walked towards me,pulling the chains off and unlocking the locks. "Eva, can you hear me,wake up Eva!!" I screamed mentally to my wolf,hoping she could hear me..now I wasn't chained to silver. “Damn..my head hurts,how long have I been out,where are we?" Eva,my wolf growled moodily,I chuckled not realizing how much I missed her . "That's not important right now,I'll explain everything later but right now we need to escape and find jasper”I said to her, in my mind as I was dragged off the ground harshly.I kept walking quietly waiting for the right opportunity and timing to strike and as he walked in front of me..distracted..I pounced on him.BETTY'S POV — Dream Of The Moon Days passed. Betty hadn’t seen Alex since he caught her trying to escape again. He hadn’t returned to threaten her or gloat. He simply vanished, as if her very existence no longer required his attention. And maybe that was worse. Lisa came to check on her, soft-voiced and uncertain, but Betty never responded. She kept her gaze on the window. On the sky beyond the walls. When Lisa left, Betty would sit in silence, tracing old scars on her wrist or folding and unfolding the crumpled scrap of parchment she’d kept hidden beneath her bed. A torn piece of a map. A half-baked plan. A dream she still refused to bury. Jasper. She thought of his face that day — the day she was dragged away. No words were said. No goodbye. He had only watched her go, eyes wide and empty. He hadn’t cried. She didn’t know what her plan had been exactly — she just knew she had to get back to him. To Omega Land. To convince them all to run. They might have bee
ALEX'S POV “She’s not your mother.” The words echo long after Kelvin retreats into silence, leaving Alex alone in the vast, candlelit office of his. His jaw tightens. He had scoffed at the comparison. Laughed it off. But now? He can’t stop thinking about it. The eyes. The silence. The broken fire behind them. It isn’t the same, he tells himself—but the more he tries to believe it, the more it claws at him. She isn’t like his mother. She’s worse. She’s defiant. She’s plotting. He turns sharply, footsteps ringing against the cold stone as he strides through the corridor, anger rising like a storm behind his eyes. He can’t breathe in this doubt. He needs control—over her, over himself. He rounds the corner and halts. Her scent. It’s stronger. Wrong. It smells of forest. And bloodroot. And distance. His eyes narrow. He throws open her door with a force that nearly rips it from its hinges. There she is—standing by the edge of her bed, startled, fr
BETTY’S POV She didn’t like walking this close to the edge of the training grounds. Too many eyes. Too many smirks. Too many reminders that she didn’t belong here. The she-wolves nearby barely hid their whispers. Their giggles curled like smoke around her ears, but Betty kept her gaze forward. She gripped the strap of her satchel tightly and walked like she wasn’t hurting, like she hadn’t just heard one of them call her "the broken pet." She was used to the stares. She was used to being treated like air—or dirt. But nothing could prepare her for the cold presence that crept up her spine. She stopped. Her eyes lifted instinctively, drawn like a magnet. There he was. Alex Crude. Watching her from the far side of the field, half-hidden beneath the shade of a tall pine. Alone. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. Her breath caught. He made no move to approach. He just stared, as if she were something under glass, a specimen he couldn’t quite figure out. She hated
* BETTY'S MEMORIES* The house always smelled like smoke, rotting wood, and cheap liquor. Not the kind that warmed you from the inside, but the kind that soured a man's blood and twisted his soul. Betty remembered that scent more vividly than she remembered her mother's lullabies. It was the scent of her childhood. Their house wasn’t a home. It was a broken thing — four damp walls stitched together by mould and silence. It stood on the far edge of the pack’s land, tucked away behind the chicken coops and drying lines where no Alpha ever bothered to look. In winter, the wind slipped through the cracks in the wood like a thief, stealing warmth, stealing hope. There were nights it felt colder inside than out, and Jasper would curl into her side, shivering, as if her ribs could offer what the world refused: comfort. Their father was always out — gambling, drinking, spilling stories in smoke-filled dens about the Luna he could’ve had, the warrior he would’ve been, if not for the curse
BETTY'S POV The moon spilled silver light across the floorboards, soft and silent. Betty sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her fingers still caked with earth. She hadn’t washed them. Not yet. A breeze drifted in through the cracked window, carrying the scent of pine and dusk and the faint iron tang of blood — imagined or real, she couldn't tell anymore. The room was dim. Not dark. Not light. Just… tired. Like her. She stared at the patch of ground outside where the trees swayed gently. Somewhere out there, beneath the soil, lay the small creature she’d buried with her own hands. A quiet mercy for a soul that hadn’t asked for the pain it received. Just like her. Her throat tightened. The burial hadn’t been for the animal. It had been for something inside her. Something that had been dying slowly — gasping, crying, waiting for someone to come. No one ever did. Until she came for herself. A tear slipped down her cheek. Just one. She wiped it away
Chapter Title: No One CameBETTY'S POV The wind carried a strange silence that day. Betty walked without resistance. She didn’t know where Lisa was taking her. She didn’t ask. Her legs moved out of habit, but her mind remained numb. Like a hole had opened inside her, and she couldn’t tell whether she was falling into it or already at the bottom. They passed through one of the less-used paths behind the packhouse. Overgrown. Cracked earth. Forgotten. Just like her. Lisa was speaking softly behind her — words Betty couldn’t hear. Or didn’t care to. Then… a sound. Faint. Shaky. A cry. Betty paused. Head tilted. Her eyes scanned the shadows near a leaning fence overrun by wild vines. There it was. A small creature. A cat? A dog? It didn’t matter. It was trembling, whimpering, its body broken and bloodied. One eye swollen shut. Flies already circling its wound. It couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Lisa stepped forward. “Oh no… oh goddess, what happened to it?”