The Alpha's Fated Omega

Walking in the woods is peaceful. I hate that omegas aren’t allowed in the woods. We are confined to the main pack area. The pack area is huge, but the surrounding woods are off-limits. It’s the Alphas rule. He says it’s for our safety. That might be true, but it’s hard to know if it is or not. Omegas are valued, yet we are treated as less than. Omegas are the only ones who can handle Alphas knots and bare their heirs. Every pack has a rule. At eighteen omegas are auctioned off to the highest bidder. The Alpha of the pack goes first and then his Beta. After that, it goes to the other alphas and betas of the pack. There is only one Alpha who rules the pack. The technical name is Alpha Supreme for the Alpha who leads the pack. Most just call them Alpha, and the other alphas go by their names. Tonight is our packs auction. I turned eighteen months ago, and I will be auctioned off. My fate is to become a breeder or a sex slave. Maybe both. An omega's fate is never certain. If we aren’t

I watch the warriors drag the pretty omega away. I don’t know what came over me to say she was mine. My wolf likes her that much I know. The moment we saw her soaking her feet in the river, Obsidian wanted her. Her scent is appealing. Almonds and honey. She is pretty too, with rusty red hair to her mid-back. Her porcelain skin, honey brown eyes, and from what I can tell, nice body made her even more desirable. Too bad her porcelain skin is about to be marred by scars on her back. Foolish omega broke the rules for a taste of freedom. Some omegas fight their submissive behavior. Some fight for freedom. The omega I ran into was a little bit of both. Although, her comment about the omegas deaths did make me question some things. I’ve been suspicious of how some omegas are treated for a while, but there has been no proof. I hate to admit the omega has my attention. I wasn’t planning to have her suck my cock, but I couldn’t resist. She was pretty, and I wanted to see what she could do. Th

My eyes slowly open. I’m on my stomach, so I can’t fully see my surroundings. My senses haven’t fully returned yet. I try to gather where I’m at. From what I can tell, the medical building. I guess the Alpha did have me brought here after the whipping. Do all omegas get this treatment? As I slowly come to, I feel the burning and stinging on my back take over. Every muscle aches. I groan, wondering how long I will have to suffer this pain. This is torture. I don’t even want to move. “I see you are awake.” I hear a voice before a nurse comes into view. “How long have I been out?” “About twelve hours.” I missed the auction. “That explains why I need to pee. Could you help me to the bathroom?”“Of course.” The nurse replies in a chipper tone. She helps me up and walks to me to that bathroom attached to my room. I need her help to sit on the toilet and to get off it when I’m done. Fuck me, this recovery is going to be torture. The nurse helps me back out to the room. “Would you like

I left the omega in her den. After I put in the code to lock the lock, I started to walk away until I heard her sobbing. Surely, she can’t be that upset I locked her down there? Her words play in my head that she went into the woods to enjoy freedom because she was afraid she would be locked in a den. I was only going to keep her locked up for bedtime and when I was gone. I planned on giving her free range of the first floor to cook and clean, but then Graven got in my head. After I left her in the medical building, I went to see Graven. He was in his office. We used to have our offices in the pack house but moved to another building where the rest of the important pack members had their offices. I entered his office and sat in one of his chairs. “How's the omega?” Graven asked. “She will heal. While she is healing, I need you to help me build a den. I have no fucking clue what I should do.” Graven laughs. “Welcome to owning an omega. They are worth it, though. Are you going to ke

I was enjoying my omega. Her innocence was adorable when it came to sex. I knew she was a virgin, so it wasn’t surprising. I found it cute how she did her best to follow my directions, and it was sexy when she asked for my permission to cum. Her tight pussy was divine, and everything was going well until, out of nowhere, I sensed her wolf. Obsidian wasn’t crazy when he said he could sense her wolf, but for some reason, I couldn’t sense her until we were intimate. I felt her wolf fully awaken when I finished as if I had somehow claimed her as my mate without realizing it. Maybe I did claim her as my mate by fucking her, but that’s not how it normally works when a mate is claimed. Typically, you have to mark and claim at the same meaning. Meaning while I’m fucking her, I would always have to mark her, but I didn’t mark her. Then again, I have no idea how things work for fated mates. My anger consumes me. I don’t know why I’m so furious or why I felt the need to take it out on Wren. I