Omega to Luna novel Chapter 1

Some might think that living in a pack is one of the best things that could happen to a person. You've got family and friends surrounding you at all times. But for me, I was the Omega. I was the slave/training dummy that everyone passed around. Plus, the Alpha would use me for his sexual pleasure. Him, being an unmated Alpha, his hormones are all over the place and he has no one to tell him no.

I'm just his toy.

I have to say though, Alpha Kane was something to look at. I might be one lucky girl to bed him, other than the fact that it isn't my choice.

That's kinda a downfall.

Geez, where are my manners! I'm Nicole Valentine. I was born in Dripping Fang pack, 2nd most powerful in the world. I was born of two brilliant people. Courtney and Terrence Valentine. Though I never met my father, my mother would always tell me his story. My father was one of the best trackers in the pack. He was beloved by all. After he passed no one looked at us the same. They saw us as worthless without him. That is how we became omegas. On the rare chance of someone having sympathy for my mother and me, someone else would tell us off quickly. I've become numb to the constant hate surrounding us.

Today was just another blurred day. I had my mother's features. Black hair that hadn't been cut in so long that it curled up around my waist and her striking green eyes. Nothing to remember my father by. My mother and I were housed at the back of the pack, lost within the shroud of dense trees in a small dismantled cabin. My mother was standing in the kitchen over the stove. She shifted her weight over to her other leg and stirred whatever was in the pan.

"Morning mamma," I planted a kiss on her cheek and peek over her shoulder into the pan of sizzling cheesy scrambled eggs.

"Good morning love," she greeted back with a smile. Even in the worst place in town, she still had a smile light up a room. The sun must be jealous.

"Allow me," I slipped the spatula out of her hand and slid in front of her. She chuckled and pulled the peanut butter out of the cabinet. Opening it for me, she shoved a spoon in it and turned to grab some cups. I picked up the spoon and began to eat the peanut butter while flipping the eggs.

"Did you sleep well dear?" She quirked while setting the table. I slid the eggs onto some plates and twirled toward the table.

"Like a baby, you?" I said around the spoon. Though it was a lie, I didn't need her to know how horribly I sleep on that stone mattress of mine.

"Not too bad, that mattress isn't the best." I chuckled. How ironic. She handed my glass to me after I took my seat across from her. We ate in comfortable silence for a while until she broke it with the usual morning motivation.

"You know, when you find your mate he's going to swoop you off your feet and away from here." She cupped my cheek and her olive aging face frowned. I sucked in a tear and cleared my throat.

"I'm not going anywhere without you. You know that." She looked down with conflict pushing at her features. We both knew she was sick, but I wouldn't let that defeat me so easily. We both jumped when the door slammed open. It smacked into the wall and squealed in horror. A man ducked under the frame, a mic in his ear and a bald shinning head on his shoulders.

"Let's go." He grabbed my arm and ripped me from my seat. I hissed and reached out for my mother's hand.

"Nicole!" She lunged toward me but the man threw me over his shoulder.