(Reverse Harem) I was an outcast. A reject of nature. The one thing no wolf ever wanted to be. All because of the color of my coat. I was a black wolf. An Omega. A bad omen everywhere I went. For years I had kept it secret. Kept it hidden. Until I couldn’t anymore. I was shunned for it. Forced to work as a slave in the pack I lived. Kamari Enoch, former daughter of an Alpha and Luna. Former golden child. How far I had fallen all because some old wolves thought my kind was a blight on this earth. Then the day came when I found my mate. An Alpha. The best thing I had thought would happen to me. My ticket out of this horrible life. But I was sorely mistaken. Arik Knox wanted nothing to do with me. Rejected me in front of the entire pack. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. But my assassin cloaked in shadows would step in soon enough. Break all of them into pieces. Shatter the world around me. For he was just as much of an outcast as I was. Just as broken. But the difference between us? He would burn the entire world down just to see me succeed. That’s what made Zayan Sterling so powerful. His hunger for revenge. And his need to satisfy me.
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Everything was going as I had expected. Slow and horrible. But it was just another party and just more pack members sneering my way. Nothing out of the ordinary. Wolves stuck to old habits worse than shit stuck to wool. It was just a fact. One I hated more than anything.
They made it impossible for change to step in.
Nolan was on the other side of the garden. His intuitive gaze settled on me whenever he sensed my unease. It was a blessing in disguise. Under his watchful gaze, I blossomed. The parties and cleaning became less of a punishment with him around.
He would never know how thankful I truly was.
Shoving down my growing irritation, I picked up more empty champagne glasses. Refilled them at a station in the far back.
"Kamari! Table number five needs clearing!" I could hear Eris' voice from a mile off. Cringed and plastered a smile on my face when she approached. "Did you hear me? Those tables over there need to be cleared out. The guests are complaining." This time she touched my shoulder to turn me around. I nearly snarled at her to let go. To leave me be.
Because I hated physical touch above all else.
Before I could raise my voice, the speakers stopped playing music. Instead, they gave out a loud belch of static. The crowd moaned in protest, most of them standing too close to the source of the sound. Even Eris seemed to flinch.
"Sorry, everyone. I apologize. I didn't realize my mouth was that close to the microphone." His voice was the same as always. Charming. Frank. Although today was different. It sounded almost soothing. As if it could ease all my pain.
Eris'grip on my arm fell away when he spoke. Our Alpha. Arik Knox. A young man who had taken over the pack at an alarmingly early age because his father had passed. And Eris' mate. Which made her incredibly insufferable.
Arik let out a chuckle, making the hairs on my arm stand straight. I was still clutching at the tray with refilled champagne. Was keenly aware of how the dress I wore hugged my body. Acentuated my curves. "I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for coming out today. These last few months have been challenging but we made it out somehow. I couldn't have done any of it without you."
I turned when he stopped speaking. Wanted to see what had changed in Arik to make my body respond to him so much. With my 18th birthday just three days ago, I assumed it was because my wolf had fully matured.
Did all female wolves become so in tune with themselves at 18?
"Go Arik!" This cheer came from the Beta of the pack. Quinten. The class clown since the day he had been born. And a jerk just all around. He was the Alpha's biggest hype man. Plus a royal pain in my asshole most days.
Crowds had formed between me and the stage. Heads bounced and bobbed to get a better look at their Alpha. Their leader. I remained at the back. Tried to get a good look at the Alpha but couldn't.
"Thank you, Quinten for your beautiful words," Another chuckle from Arik and my insides were set alight. I never knew someone could feel so warm inside. Fuzzy. I set the champagne tray down, only for Eris to appear in my peripheral vision.
"He is giving another speech! Stop gawking and go hand him some champagne before his throat dries out. The other Omegas are setting the dinner tables. Hurry up!" She screeched in my ear. Shaking out of my daze, I nodded and nearly spilled all the champagne over me in an effort to pick the tray up again.
Her glare told me enough. I would never be good enough. Worthy enough to be a part of this pack. But I could never leave. Not when I would have to pay to get my Omega status revoked. It was a horrible cycle of feeling worthless and wanting to escape to accepting you can't.
I rushed to the front on the outskirts of the crowd. Caught Nolan's eyes as he downed another glass and went to refill it himself. He only gave me an apologetic look before chugging some champagne straight from the bottle. I wanted to laugh at his antics. At his fake optimism. But I was too close to the stage and refused to draw even more attention to myself.
"Our business ventures are solid this year, along with our pack growth. As of late, we have been gaining new members left and right. A wonderful thing. It brings about bounty. Fullness. But none of that could have been achieved without your help. My people. My pack."
His voice was right beside me. Thrummed deep into my chest. I could feel him around me. It was the closest I had ever wanted to be to another person.
Without realizing it, I moved closer to the stage. Tripped on some or other lead. Nolan's face shifted from playful to fearful in a matter of seconds. He leaned forward as if to run to my aid. But the damage was already done.
I crashed onto the stage. Felt the wind rush out of my lungs. Crystal flutes broke all around me. And in one swift motion, every pair of eyes in the crowd was on me. Even Arik had stopped speaking. I could see his brow morph into stiff anger when I finally looked up. Noticed the clench of his jaw.
His sculpted cheekbones.
Then there were his eyes. A radiant blue that stared straight through my soul. I could feel the tug between us. The tingling and joy that followed. My wolf howled in my mind, clear as day.
"Mate." I blurted out before I could even think twice.
Arik's frown deepened. Until panic set in and he glanced back at the crowd that was now muttering to themselves. None of them heard. But I wanted all of them to hear it. Mate. He was my mate and I was finally free. The only person that would ever accept me for who I was...
"Don't you dare say that again." He hissed with silent fury. Our eyes locked again. He quickly glanced at the crowd. I could see his knuckles turn white on the microphone. Could see his jaw flex. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the brief intermission. It seems one of our silly Omegas made a spectacle of herself. Allow me a moment to correct her actions." He seemed so composed. Calm.
Whilst I was reeling inside.
As expected, the crowd simply murmured their displeasure but no one spoke out. I had started the day normally. Woke up with no guarantee that anything would change. Now I was spread out on a stage with champagne dripping down my clothes and my mate telling me that I had no business calling him that so loudly.
Mate. Mine. I never thought the day would come.
"Get up and go into the house!" This was Eris. She was wrestling with me from behind. Tried to pull me off of the stage. I cringed but moved. Shards of glass sliced at my arms. She noticed. Scoffed and carried on shoving me to the back door just beyond.
Arik followed after handing the microphone to Quinten. Smiled brightly at everyone as they steered me away. The moment they were sure we were out of earshot, I knew I was in trouble.
The earth should have swallowed me right there and then.
"What did you call me?" Arik asked in a frenzy. Eris had spun me around to face him. The small mud room at the back of the packhouse was too small. Too cramped. I needed out.
"My mate..." I tried not to stammer. Tried to seem brave. This should have been the best few minutes of my life. Then why did it feel like my life was ending?
"That is ridiculous. Eris is my mate. Not some low-level black wolf."
I couldn't help but look down as he sneered it. Tremble at his anger. It reminded me so much of my mother. Of when she found out her precious daughter was nothing but a curse. Black wolf. The bane of her existence.
"But I can feel it." It was the only thing I could say.
"What you are feeling is wrong. Disgusting. Warped. I am nothing to you but your Alpha. And the moment you tell someone otherwise is the moment I will end your life for treason, do you understand that?" Spit flew in front of my face. Landed on my already-drenched dress. I no longer felt beautiful. Only small.
"But you are supposed to make me happy-"
"But but but. Always a fucking but with you omegas. There is nothing to discuss further. I, Arik Knox, Alpha of Crescent Shine pack reject you, Kamari Enoch, Omega, and black wolf, as my mate. We will have no ties. No relations. You will remain contracted to me as your Alpha and as nothing else. Let this be the final verdict."
Something inside my chest snapped and I swore I screamed for hours after.
Malakai's Point of ViewThree Years LaterWhen I got home from being kidnapped as a child, I knew I would never be able to have children. They had stolen that privilege from me. Snatched it away like thieves in the night.For many years I tried to make peace with it. Work through it.It always stung.Until I met my wife. Until I married her alongside two other men I now called my brothers.Finally, I was able to fit into my own skin. Accept that I might not have biological children of my own but I will have children.The first one took three years to make but it was well worth it. Seeing Kamari with her little belly around the house was always the highlight of my day. It made my world brighter. Shinier. I adored it.Every last drop was wonderful.All four of us lived happily within Jagged Rock. I managed my pack remotely, giving my father some control from time to time. Zayan did the same thing, only his father held almost no control and the old man was pissy about it.Nolan was offi
Malakai's Point of ViewTwo days. Two days and we would be married to the most wonderful woman on earth. Two days and she will become one of the strongest women in werewolf history.Not only did she have her own pack, she also had three mates. Three men that worshipped the ground she walked on. Loved every single aspect of her soul.This was the life I had chosen. The one I had always wanted. Needed.Now more than ever, I was thankful for this blessing. Thankful that Keanus was a pain in my asshole when it came to Kamari.I hated to admit it but the little bugged scored me the biggest prize of my life."Please tell me I'm not the only one that hasn't started on my vows," Zayan whined from his desk on the other side of the room.His hair stood in every direction thanks to his constant ruffling. He looked like a parrot that just took a bath. Every feather in every direction."I did mine last week. I wanted to focus on some other things for the wedding." Nolan offered up as he scanned t
Kamari's Point of ViewThree Months LaterWinter wasn't as bad in Jagged Rock as I remembered. Everything was dead, yes, but it wasn't as cold. Nor as wet. Not that I minded either. With three men sleeping in my bed at night, a girl got hot rather fast.I wasn't complaining. Neither were they.A brush with death made them all realize that I was the one. They were all adamant that this type of arrangement was fine. That they were fine. We bickered from time to time, as one would expect of engaged couples. they bickered all the time. As one would expect from three overgrown toddlers.But everything was right. All of it neatly in place."Hey, what are you doing out here? Do you want to catch a cold the week before your wedding?" My mother called from her cottage.Strange to think that she had changed as well. Handed over the reins to me the moment I was out and about again.According to her, I earned it and then some."Just getting some peace and quiet away from all the people," I call
Malakai's Point of ViewI had dozed off on the couch whilst Keanu carried on with his cartoons. The boy was a brimming ball of energy but soon enough, he had crawled into my arms. Settled in until he fell asleep as well.So, imagine our surprise when our mother came storming into the room. Her shrill voice all but screamed our eardrums out."Malakai! It's Kamari!" She repeated once she realized I was awake.At the mention of her name, I was up. Rushed to the other side of the room to where she stood. Her hand was barely out before I grabbed the phone. Pressed it so hard to my ear that i would have a headache an hour from now."Yes?""The doctor says she is waking up. How fast can you get here?" It was Nolan on the other end.His glee was nearly contagious. Brimmed with excitement. Joy. All of it bled into me. Drummed a steady beat into my step."Give me an hour and clear out the garden. I'm taking the chopper."***The pilot puked the minute we landed. With my flying, I understood wh
Nolan's Point of ViewIt was the perfect day for a funeral. Storm clouds brewed overhead. People were dressed in black. Wrapped in scarves and staring down into a dark pit.It was a miracle it wasn't raining. That the sky relented just for this one moment in time. To commemorate the fall of someone. The sky could mourn later. We wanted to mourn now. Was fully entitled to it, all things considered.Even mother nature had a heart, after all. Malakai had gone back home. Tail tucked between his. Back bowed. His people needed him now. Feared that the rebellion and troubles would spill into their territory. he had gone back to appease them. Put their minds at ease.Zayan was holed up in his room most days. Cried from time to time but always denied it.But I was left to run two packs for the time being. Rachel couldn't. Nor could Gaelan. The state they were in wouldn't allow for rational decision-making. The other alternative was me. The one person on this earth that wasn't born to do t
Kamari's Point of ViewHe was ripping at his hair. Cursing everyone and everything. Screaming. Crying. A grown man reduced to shambles right in front of me. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost but not entirely. "He's dead. He's dead. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He was unraveling before my eyes.Arik fired a shot. Another shot. Let the bullets pepper into the ceiling.I knew he was sick. Knew that he had surely gone mad when Eris also left him. That was no secret but I never imagined he would go this far. Deteriorate this much in such a short span of time."You killed him! You fucking did this! What did you think will happen? You ride off into the sunset a hero? As fucking if!" I screamed.Malakai braced himself. Crouched down enough that he could lung at him at any second without hesitation. But I was already on my feet. Touched Malakai gently.Even when Arik turned the gun on me, I carried on walking until he was right in front of me. Had the gun pressed between my ribs."I didn't... I did
Kamari's Point of View My blood ran cold at the sight of those guns aimed at them. No one from below could see the men. They were well hidden. A death trap for anyone below. This was the last piece of evidence I had need. The last straw that broke the camel's back. Shifting back, I didn't even bother with getting dressed. Rushed over to the crowd in a blur. Nolan and Malakai weren't far behind. Remained on my heels as I shoved myself through everyone. Arik noticed my scent then. His nostrils flared. Eyes narrowed in on the tightly packed crowd in front of him. "Arik!" I screeched and broke the front of the line. His eyes landed on me. Were two small slits compared to the rest of his face. Bags lined the bottom of them. Black, not blue. Hair seemed more undone than ever before. He wasn't tearing at the seams anymore. He had gone full-on mad. Pointing guns at his pack. Looking like utter hell. This was a madman. A tyrant about to lose control and he knew it. "Ah, the prodigal
Kamari's Point of View "There is no way in fucking hell that I am allowing you to go! Do you understand me, Kamari? Not a fucking chance!" My mother screamed at me from across the room. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. Veins popped out on her neck and forehead. But my mind was made up. Nolan, Malakai, and I were going to Crescent Shine tonight. Already had most of what we needed loaded into the car. If things went south, I instructed both of them to leave me there. To head back this side. They had a lot to lose and I wasn't willing to put their lives on the line. "My mind is made up and there is no going back. He crossed a fucking line! Bombed the school! Hurt Zayan! I need to do this!" I screeched back and flung my leather jacket over my shoulders. Another present from the man now laying in a hospital bed somewhere in this house. I couldn't bring myself to see him yet. Silently promised that I would come back, just to make sure he was fine. That he was alright. Thriving,
Malakai's Point of View We were all stationed at opposite ends of the school. Had our eyes peeled for anything that might look out of the ordinary. Even a car passing by one too many times would be reported. Nothing and no one came in or out. Until the explosion hit. It was on the side Zayan had been stationed at. Was ear-deafening, even from so far away. Shook the wind from my lungs. "No," I gasped and made my way through the school. All of the guards ran with me. Not a single one was spared as we traversed this foreign ground. It took us two minutes to get to the other end. To see the chaos in front of us. Body parts were strewn all along the path. Dust floated in the air above a crater in the ground. Another second passed as I mutely stood and took in the carnage in front of me. The vague smell of cooked pork drifted up my nose. Reminded me of the time I had tried to help someone trapped in a housefire. Then my mind jumped to Kamari. To her well-being and everythin
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