The Cursed Omega

Zephyrine’s POV.I trudged across the pack's courtyard, my eyes cast down to the ground. Tomorrow was the mating ceremony, and everyone was filled with excitement.I walked and the weight of the other wolves made me miss my steps. The bullies led by , a tall, sneering she-wolf heading them by the name of Akira, blocked my path."Well, well, well, look what we have here," Akira said with so much malice in her voice. "The little omega so excited about the mating ceremony-or shall I say, so excited over nothing?"The rest of the wolves snickered and my face grew hot with embarrassment."Hey, Zephyrine, don't you know that omegas like you don't get mates?" another wolf, a burly male named Thane, joined in. "I mean, who'd want to mate with a weak, pathetic omega like you?"I tried to stand up straight, to show them I wasn't afraid. "I'll find a mate," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I just have to believe in myself."Akira laughed cold and mirthless. "Believe in yourself? Ha! You don't

Zephyrine's pov I sat on the riverbank,Cormac sat behind me, his arm tucked around my shoulders and his body hugging mine. We had spent a good few days getting to know each other, and I had to admit that this was far deeper in the love aspect than anything in which I had previously imagined.As we sat there, it was not long before Cormac leaned forward, his gaze set upon a beautiful water lily floating upon the river's surface. "Look, Zephyrine," he said excitedly, "is it not lovely?"I smiled, watching him pluck the flower delicately from the water. He brought it back to me, and I couldn't help but giggle as he tried to tuck it behind my ear, his fingers tangling in my hair."Let me fix it," he said, his eyes sparkling with childlike excitement. He reached out and moved my hair to the side, his fingers grazing along my neck. But in so doing, his face changed, his eyes meeting mine with a serious concern."Zephyrine, where's the mate mark?" he asked in a low, grave tone.I felt a s

Zephyrine's povMy eyes fluttered open to the sound of keys jingling outside my cell. I was exhausted, my body aching from lying on the cold, hard floor all night.The guard gripped my arm, his hold vice-like. "Time for your trial," he growled as he dragged me from the cell.I was led into a great, ornate room with many of the pack's council in residence. My eyes scanned the crowd for signs of Astrid but she was nowhere to be found.The members stared back at me, their eyes cold, unyielding, all except Elara who wore a grace expression. The tall, imposing man who was the leader wore a cruel smile as he started the questioning."So, Zephyrine," he said with dripping malice. "Tell us, what happened on the night Cormac died?"I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I.I was with Cormac, yes. But I didn't kill him. I swear it."The council leader raised an eyebrow. " I never said you killed him now did I?""And what were you doing with Cormac, exactly?"I hesitated, unsure of how to a

ZEPHYRINE's POV.It's been two months since mom was taken from me, yet I still cannot get through the pain. I shut myself from the pack just to avoid all the sorry smiles and whispered words of fake sympathy. I was drowning deep within my sorrow, and keeping myself hidden away from people had helped me keep my head afloat.But this was out of the question, since the pack needed all the people who could work.That's how I came to my current job of cleaning and washing families in the pack, since it required the least effort from me. The job was undignified, but I earned enough to survive.Kneeling on the palace floors to scrub, my mind wandered to my mother's house, which the pack had seized. "For official business" was what they said, but I knew it was only a means of ridding me of the last reminder of my mother in my life.This is after being compelled to go to the outskirts of the pack's territory and putting up a small, tiny hut that was hardly enough for a wolf. I must admit, it w

I stumbled through the forest-my legs shaking underneath me, my body weak from hunger and thirst, from exhaustion. The darkness seemed to close in around me, the clouds above growing thicker by the minute. I could smell the rain coming-heavy and relentless-and I knew I needed to find shelter.I stumbled and fell, scraping my knees on the rough earth. I struggled to my feet and felt the weight of my despair crushing me.What was the point of it? Why even try to survive in the first place? The pack had cast me out, Ryker had rejected me, and now I was completely and truly alone, lost in a hostile world. I thought of my mother, of Cormac, and a sob rose in my throat."Mother, Cormac, help me," I cried low, my voice no louder than a whisper. "I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to live this way."But there was no answer; only the snapping of twigs behind me and some type of low, evil growling. I spun around, heart racing, and that's when I saw them: a pair of glowing red eyes s