Semua Bab The Omega Agreement: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sierra's POV (6 Years Ago)What is it like to be part of a family? A pack? A normal life? I want to ask anyone who would probably respond, but everyone here sees me as a problem child.I'm no child but I sure won't back-chat to them and say otherwise, Granted I don't speak to them. I cannot remember the last time I spoke. To anyone. Years perhaps? My Mom and Dad are buried at Lakeshore cemetery, There was a tragic accident one night that ended up being the equivalent of a total disaster. I was an orphan. It's that simple and I was left with a pack that treated me as a slave. Now.Tomorrow is the day I turn 18. I have spent the last decade feeling like an outsider. Abused, Broken and left and I never felt like I belonged anywhere. The only good thing about all of this is that I should get my wolf tomorrow and I can hopefully find my mate at the Gala that Jaya keeps talking about. She and I learnt sign language so she could communicate with each other without needing to actually speak

Sierras POV Running away in my mind has always been my go-to thing. When something becomes tough, I go into a dreamland state. It's my version of a world where I don't have to come out because everything is beautiful. Peaceful even. It's been 6 years and 3 weeks since my heart shattered into what felt like a million pieces. I never got the nerve to ask to go to any Galas because deep down I already knew that the answer would be a physical no. In a way, I already knew that I didn't stand any chance of getting a second true love because I'm an Omega. Those few words about rejection, uselessness and power get drilled into you from a young age when your in a class like mine. I'm not powerful and the rejection would only kill me this time if I ever went toe to toe with another mate that didn't want me. "Dreamy-" Marta says as she stands with her bucket and cleaning products. I nod my head which is my way of saying "Yes." "Tonight my dear is the annual ball and for some bizarre reaso

Sierra's POV“Don’t move,” he said.And I didn’t. When an Alpha speaks, you listen. You lower your head. You stay quiet. You don’t speak unless they let you.The only problem I'm having is that I don't speak so I'm screwed. “Who did this to you?” “Look at me,” he says as he towers over me. I try my best to keep my body firmly planted on the spot but it's hard when I have had men tower over me and abuse their power as a role of the pack members to humiliate me and terrorise me to the point of dreaded fear all for their own laughs and fun. His fingers coast so gently over my cheek that throbs with even the smallest of twitches and touches but it isn't that gentle nudge that's making me feel more nervous, it's the touch of a mate. I smelled him the moment I sat down in this room, I could feel his aura in here before I even opened my eyes but I didn't expect to find him in here on the biggest night of the year. I was expecting him to have company at-least.There isn't any point in si

Sierra's POVThere isn't anything worth my packing from here besides my scruffy clothes, worn-out shoes and photos of my memories from the past. I don't want to rush and make it seem like I can't wait to get out of here. Which, in all honesty, I can't wait to do but I also don't want to take my time and make Alpha Nikolai mad at me. The one thing I wish I could have done more of was visit my parents' graves. For years I wished I could go out of those gates and be set free. That I had the energy to outrun everyone here but I know different. I know that if I even tried to do anything of the sort that I would be hunted down and locked away forever or even worse...My thought's are interupted by the woman who has shown me nothing but kindness when no one else is over seeing us. She was my mothers friend when she was alive as I was told. She had several stories to tell me over the yeras about the mischief my Mom and Dad got into when they first started dating. It was

Sierra's POV "Are you hungry?" He asks as he stands up and dusts his clothes off. Of course, he doesn't want to get them dirty. But I never asked him to sit in the dirt with me either so I guess that's on him. I nod my head and get up following his actions. Dusting off my filthy clothes and getting back into the car. The journey from Idaho—a place where I have only ever lived, a state that I never thought I would have the chance of leaving—to Portland, Oregon, is long. I didn't think it would be this far and I didn't think I could fall asleep either but I did, but when I looked at Alpha Nikolai sitting next to me, he was entranced by his phone, so I took the opportunity to watch the beautiful scenery just outside my window for however long we have left on our journey. "Phillip," Alpha Nikolai says. He doesn't even look up from his phone when he's talking; he just stays exactly where he is. "Yes Alpha sir?" he says in his professional tone but I heard them speaking earlier when I