Omega to Luna novel Chapter 4

Dreams are weird. They can be so crazy and magical that you know it's fake, or they can be so realistic that you can't tell what's a dream and what's reality.

I yawned and stretched out my body, I sleepily look over to the clock and scream out of my skin.

"What's wrong!" Mom yelled while barreling through my door. It squealed in pain. I yanked a brush through my hair and attempted to calm my rapid heart.

"It's Monday!" Mom rocked back on her heels and sighed.

"And?" She said while placing a hand on her chest.

"It's almost noon! The Campers are going to kill me!" I scurried to the closet. She hummed in understanding and left me to get ready. I threw on an easy outfit and race out of my room.

"Love you, momma!" I yell back while sprinting out the doors. She yelled back a goodbye. The Campers were one of the meanest families in the pack. I clean their home every Monday and if I wasn't there on time I'd be leaving with a broken bone or two. Learned that from experience. I skipped to a stop on the porch at exactly 11:58. After controlling my panting I knocked on the door. A moment later Mrs.Camper was standing in the doorway. She had steel gray hair and a wrinkled face that looked at me with rage.

"You were almost late," she spat. I bowed my head as she walked away from the door. I followed her in and shut the door as quietly as possible. I turned to see Mr.Camper at the stairs with his foot tapping.

"What other things could you be doing that is more important?" He snapped. When I didn't answer he grabbed my already bruised arm and yanked me up the stairs. I tripped and fell on the top step but this didn't stop him. He dragged me on the floors causing rug burn on the entirety of my left side. He dropped me in front of the bathroom door. I scampered to my feet and stepped inside the bathroom.

"Make it spotless." He growled and slammed the door in my face. I listened to him lock it and stomp off. I sighed and looked around the aqua blue restroom. It wasn't dirty but I figured another sweep through wouldn't hurt. I grabbed some cleaning supplies from under the sink and got to work. While wiping down the sink, I started thinking about the dream I had last night. It was so real that it gave me chills. Who was that in the corner of my room? I jump when someone knocks on the door downstairs.

"Alpha!" The campers say in unison. I growled and threw my rag onto the floor. You've got to be joking! What has got him so worked up? The last time he used me so many days in a row was when his father died.

"Is the Omega here?" He asked monotony.

"Oh, it's upstairs, allow me to fetch it." I snarl. I dart toward the window and rip it open. I squeezed through the small opening and fling myself toward the ground, landing on paws. She greeted me salty.

"Why can't we have a decent relationship?" I ask her softly which she scoffed too.

"You're an Omega, you never say no. Plus you didn't save yourself for your mate." She snapped back.