The Alpha's Fight for His Omega
Chapter 1

***Chastity***

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I lifted my head, looked at the ratty old alarm clock on the table by my bed, and groaned. It's 5 amalready. With another groan I rolled off my bed, stood, and pulled on a pair of old jeans, a black t-shirt, and a grey sweatshirt. Without even looking at the broken mirror in my room, I pulled my hairinto a ponytail. After I slipped on my worn out sneakers, I grabbed my toiletry bag, and snuck downto the wash room on the first floor to wash my face, and brush my teeth quickly. After returning mybag to my little area in the attic I went to the pack house kitchen to start breakfast for everyone,thankful I had done prep the night before, even though it left me exhausted this morning.

After the prep work I had spent the majority of the night finishing up a project for my science class.It would be my last for high school. Graduation was in 2 weeks, and I wanted to make sure Imaintain my high grades. Finals started next week then I was done. I was excited, but nervous. Noone knew that I had applied, and been accepted to a specialized nursing program two packs over. Iknew there was a big chance I wouldn't be allowed to go because Omegas were not typicallyallowed further education, but I had hope.

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself, and give a bit of background before I get too far into mystory. My name is Chastity Bloomfield of the Moonlight Pack. I just turned 18 two weeks ago. I havered hair, not bright red, more like dark wine red, that sits between my shoulder blades. It was longerat one point, but was cut into a crew cut 6 months ago for punishment, but I'll come back to thatlater. I also have bright green eyes. I am pale skinned, I'm pretty small, only 52" to be exact, andpretty skinny. Despite popular belief, not all werewolves are Amazons, and built like runway models.That has more to do with you status, and rank than your species. Omegas tend to run small, myselfbeing the smallest I know of.

I'm the daughter of Beta Dimitri Bloomfield, and the late Brinna Bloomfield, stepdaughter of AuroraBloomfield. I have two old brother, Jax and Colby, and one younger brother, Braxton. Jax, Colby, andBraxton are the products of my father and stepmother. I'm the only product of my father, and mymother, his fated mate.

Let me explain that real quick. You see each wolf has their fated mate, and depending on thecircumstances, a second chance mate. Some wolves take a chosen mate when they get impatientwaiting on their fated mate. Even with a chosen mate, if you happen to replace your fated mate, thechosen mate bond severs, and all you want is your fated. That's why so few wolves take a chosenmate. My father being one of the exceptions.

He had chosen Aurora when they met in high school, mated her, and had 2 sons. When Colby was 2years old, my father met my mother while at another pack for a meeting. He brought my motherhome with him, ended the bond with Aurora, then mated, and marked my mother. He made sure toprovide, and care for Jax, and Colby, as well as make sure Aurora was provided what she needed tobe a good mother to my brothers.

Within the first year of their mating my mother became pregnant with me. I don’t remember thattime at all as I was only a baby, but from the box of pictures I found tucked into the corner of theattic where my “bedroom” is, it looked like we were all happy, including Jax, and Colby.Unfortunately, right after my third birthday, my mom died in a car accident. Less than 6 monthslater Aurora, Jax, and Colby moved in with my father and myself, and Aurora was pregnant withBraxton.

Life for me became pretty tough after they moved in. Aurora hated me, completely, and treated melike dirt under her shoes. Jax did what he could to make me feel loved, and wanted, but it was toughfor him once he began his Beta training with our father. My brother Colby followed their mother'sexample from there, well more he became indifferent to me. Braxton treated me the same wayAurora did, in every way. It sucks having a two year old smacking you for no reason. I never knew orunderstood why. My father has been distant from me for as long as I can remember. On my twelfthbirthday, he abandoned me completely. My whole world changed that day actually.

You see, on or around a wolf's 12th birthday, their wolf's status or rank can be scented by others, asour wolf is beginning to prepare to emerge. This also helps ranked wolves prepare the youngergeneration for their position, and responsibilities within the pack. The ranks are Alpha who is theleader of the pack. Beta who is the second to the Alpha. Gamma who is the third to the alpha.Deltas or warriors who are well the warriors or the packs protectors. Regular wolves who are the dayto day wolves such as doctors, nurses, teachers, shop owners, and the like. The lowest ranked wolvesare the Omegas. The Omegas are the maids, cooks, gardeners, baby sitters, and basically thelaborers of the pack.

From things I have heard, Omegas are considered the backbone of the pack as they are ultimatelythe caregivers of all. We make sure there are meals for our pack members and families. We makesure the homes are well cared for. We're called on to care for the elderly, sick, and even the pupswhen needed. It's not unheard of for an Omega to be asked to babysit pups while their parents areneeded somewhere or have an emergency. We're also asked to keep the elderly company when thefamilies members need to take care of their other responsibilities. We can also be found at thehospitals keeping the sick and injured company.

The thing is that Omegas are more in tune with, or empathetic to the emotions of others. No wecan't sense other's emotions, or in anyway influence their emotions. What we can do is empathizewith the emotions another is experiencing. If a person is sad, we're sad with them. If their angry,we're angered over what angered them. If they're happy, we share in their happiness. We feel theconnection thru the emotions of others. Making us the right ones to care for those that need itmost in the moment. My time in the pack hospital over the years, sitting with the sick and injuredinspired my desire to be a pack nurse, and midwife. I have assisted with a few births while I was inthe pack hospital, sitting with an anxious family member.

Anyway, back to me. I remember that day clearly. I had gotten out of bed on my 12th birthday,excited that my rank would finally be known, and maybe, just maybe my father would start to loveme as he did my brothers. I skipped into the small kitchen in our family quarters, with a smile on myface, to replace my father sitting at the counter drinking his morning coffee. He took one look at me,sniffed the air, and scowled at me. My smile instantly fell when I heard him growl.

He stormed out of the kitchen, but I heard him grumble about being cursed with a worthlessOmega for a daughter. My heart sunk when I realized he would never love or accept me now. Yousee we come for a long line of strong, proud Betas. Not a single Omega any where, until now. I wasa disappointment. That night, instead of celebrating my birthday, I was moved out of the familyquarters, and into the corner of the attic. The following day my life as a slave to those that lived inthe pack house began.

From that day on I was responsible for making the meals for everyone that lived in the pack house,doing everyone's laundry, and cleaning up after everyone. I was just thankful that the only peoplewho lived in the pack house was the Alpha Joseph, his daughter Gina, my family, the Gamma Peter'sfamily that consisted of him, his mate Naomi, and their son Ross. As well as Aurora's brother Johnand his daughter Fiona.

The Alpha’s mate, our Luna, Jane, passed away in a rogue attack a few years ago. She had alwaysbeen a nice woman. Always a smile on her face, a kind word, and a soft touch. She was definitely theheart of our pack. Her loss was hard on every one, especially Alpha Joseph, their son Rowen who isour Alpha-to-be, and their daughter.

After she passed away, things became more difficult for me in the pack house. Luna Jane did notallow mistreatment of others, and had stopped Aurora from punishing me multiple times. Shewasn't aware of many times I was abused so there were plenty while she was alive. I appreciated herefforts when she did prevent it though. Once our Luna was gone, that gave Aurora, Naomi, andAurora's niece Fiona the freedom to do as they pleased to me. They have taken full advantage ofthat. There is hardly a day that goes by that either Aurora or Fiona don’t replace some reason hit,humiliate, or, otherwise abuse me.

I can't count how many times I've been slapped, kicked, beaten, had things thrown at me, ice coldwater dumped on me, tripped, starved, even whipped for some mistake. As I said earlier, I have evenhad my hair cut off. That happened due to tripping, and spilling drinks on Fiona six months ago. Ihad been serving dinner one evening. The Gamma's mate Naomi stuck her foot out in front of meas I was carrying drinks over to the head table. I tripped over it, and dumped all of the drinks I wascarrying on Fiona. Aurora, Fiona, and Naomi drug me to the dungeons that night, beat me, thanshaved my hair. I spent two nights down there before Alpha Joseph realized I was there, and let meout.

Alpha Joseph doesn't abuse or ridicule me, but he is distant, and does nothing when I was abused inany way. He barely acknowledges my existence most times. Of course Aurora, Fiona, and Naomiwere not disciplined in any way for what they had done. My father didn't even look at me when Ireturned upstairs. Nor did he acknowledge my condition. I hadn't eaten in three days at that point, Iwas covered in blood, bruises, and chunks of hair. Later that night I had to sneak over to the packhospital to treat my wounds with the help of one of the pack nurses that was on duty. No one saidanything against my abusers though. They turned a blind eye.

The Alphas daughter Gina wasn’t a whole lot better as she was good friends with Fiona. She didn’ttake part in my physical mistreatment, but she had no problem ridiculing me every chance she got.She also never stopped the physical abuse. I couldn't help but wonder what her mother would havesaid about her behavior had she still been alive. I'll never know though.

Gamma Peter, John, Ross, and Colby never raised a hand to me as there were strict laws againstmales physically harming females, especially minors. If they had hit me in anyway, they risked beinglocked in the dungeons or whipped. Gamma Peter, Ross, and John mostly ignored my presenceunless it was to make a demand of me. Colby didn’t physically harm me, but his words cut deep.Braxton, unfortunately was a completely different story. Despite the laws against males physicallyharming females, he always found a way to get away with hitting, kicking, or hurting me in someway. I can't count how many times he found me cleaning a room in the pack house, and decided itwas a good time to beat me up. More than once I have blacked out from the beatings. The one timeI said something to someone about it, Aurora gave me a second beating the same day for gettingher precious baby boy whipped. I learned quickly to keep my mouth shut, and just accept thebeatings.

Aurora also was the one in charge of my meals. How that happened, I have no idea, but she seemedto replace pleasure in denying me meals for days at a time. When she did allow me meals, I got thesmallest amount of food imaginable. I was not allowed to eat the food I made for the rest of thepack house residents. If I was caught eating any of it, unless it was what was left over from the meal,I was beaten with either fists and feet, or a whip. I was always thankful for my wolf healing as Ihealed quickly. The only place where there are true signs of abuse are the lash scars on my backthat were incredibly deep, and hard to heal. I hated and loved those scars. I hated them becausethey were ugly, but I loved them because they showed I am a survivor.

All of this is one of the big reasons I want to go away to nursing school. I need to get away from theabuse, and pain. I need the freedom, even if just for awhile. I want to learn about who I am as aperson, and a wolf.

The other reason I want o go to nursing school is because I want to prove to myself that I am morethan just a pack slave. I am more than a maid, cook, laundress, on call baby sitter, and punchingbag. I want to help people, be comforting, heal people, and just be more than what I've beenrelegated to.

My wolf Leila wants the same thing. That's the last thing I need to tell you about myself. Being awerewolf I share my life, soul, mind, and body with a wolf. All werewolves do. We have a strongconnection, and bond with our wolf. We are a team in all things. Our wolf is our best friend, andconstant companion.

As I said before, at 12 our wolf can be scented by others, but we did not start to feel our connectionto our wolf until 13 or 14. Our wolf begins to reach out to us in our mind around that age so we canstart building the bond between ourselves, and our wolf before our first shift at age 17. Without thattime to connect with, and build a relationship with our wolf we would be unable to control our wolf,and can quickly become feral.

My wolf Leila reached out to me the first time a week after my thirteenth birthday. We became fastfriends. Leila is a lot like me. Positive, and hopeful. She does have a bit of a shorter temper than I do.Well considering the fact that I have no temper, any one would have a shorter temper than I do. Sheis also very protective of me.

After my first shift on the night of my seventeenth birthday, I have had to work hard to keep Leilafrom fighting back every time I am abused. I have had to explain to her that violence against thehigher ranking wolves could cause us to be locked away, or banished from the pack. Despite how Iam treated in the pack house I do love my pack. Eventually Leila understood, and just did her part inhealing me when I'm hurt, comforting me, and just being with me when I'm feeling alone.

I remember how excited I was the night of my first shift. Usually wolves aren't left alone for the firstshift, but with my status, I was unfortunately left alone to shift. Leila had talked me into sneaking outof the house, and into the woods that night so we could shift. The shift had been painful, but shewas with me every step of the way, talking me thru it, and doing what she could to keep me calm.Once the shift was complete, we ran for what felt like hours before reaching the small lake in ourwoods. My first view of my wolf had been breathtaking. I was pure white, but not completely. Myears are the same color as my hair. I also have patches around my eyes of the same color, but asmall patch of white below my left eye that I swear looks like a heart. My left front leg, and my righthind leg are also the same red. The end of my tail has red as well. On my chest, between my frontlegs, is the only other red. A patch in the shape of a heart that is impossible to miss. My eyes arealso the same bright green in my wolf form as in my human form. Even in wolf form I am still smallthough. Only standing about 5' tall. That's not surprising as an Omega though. We're always thesmallest. The largest being Alpha’s who stand 6'5" or more in height when in wolf form. Not thatany of this bothers me. I'm happy with myself, just the way I am.

Despite all I have experienced over the years, I do my best to remain positive. I try remind myselfthat it won't always be this way, but that is hard. There may come a day when I'll get away from thispack house, even if it's just in a small home some where in the pack. I'll replace my mate, and he'll getme out of here. He'll support my dream of being a nurse and midwife. He won't hit or abuse me.He'll love me for who I am, no matter what because that is what a mate does.

Your mate is your partner in all things. They are your confidant, your companion, your strength, yourlight in the dark, your love, your lover, your friend, and your cheerleader. They are your other half inall ways. Where you are weak they are strong. They are you home when you're lost. They are youcalm in your storm. They are your everything.

When we turn 18 we become able to sense our mate. All it takes is to scent your mate, to lock eyes,and the bond is established. It's what humans would call love at first sight, or in our case, first scent.It is solidified with marking, and mating. It then becomes unbreakable unless one of the pair dies.You can be away from each other for a time, but it's not comfortable.

There are rare cases of one mate rejecting the other, or both parties rejecting the bond. Thattypically only happens in extreme cases such as one being a dangerous criminal. Sometimes, if aone already has a chosen mate, and they do not want to ruin what they have with that chosen mate,they will reject the fated mate.

Rejecting the fated mate gives the rejected a chance to replace a second chance mate, which is rare toreplace, but it does happen. The bond between the first rejected mate and a second chance mate is asstrong, if not stronger than the bond with their first chance mate. The lasting effects on the rejectedmate is usually emotional more than anything.

The experience for the rejecter is vastly different. If you reject your mate the Moon Goddess doesnot give you a second chance mate because you denied her gift by rejecting your mate. That leavesthe rejecter with having to take a chosen mate. The problem with the chosen mate is that the bondbetween the two is a lot weaker. They also do not provide each other the strength and peace that afated mate does. It is also very difficult for chosen mates to mark each other as the wolf does notalways accept the chosen mate. This results in a partial mark instead of a full mark showing bothparts are completely intertwined. Usually only the human sides are intertwined with each other. Thewolf sides never really intertwine.

So now you know about me, and us. Now on to my story about how an Alpha ended up having tofight for me, an Omega.