"Omega's are supposed to stay quiet. Omega's are supposed to obey. Omega's are supposed to do EVERYTHING I fucking say!" Alpha Morrison said in anger as he spat at me. I lived each day in fear for my life. Wondering what I did wrong to deserve such...
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Livie
You could say that Alarick is an old soul. He's too mature for his age and too smart for his own good. But by the end of the day, we are still just young eighteen years old, and that makes us still teens. Hormonal teens, to be precise. Because yes, he soon will be nineteen, just days before his birthday, but he is still a teen.
I have never understood why we werewolves place a newly turned eighteen-year-old in charge of a pack. I mean, it is a lot of pressure, full of responsibility. And when I say a lot of responsibility, I mean A LOT of responsibility. You are not only responsible for the pack's well-being but the territory's safety, the entire pack's finances, their health, and everything.
Unfortunately, a lot of alpha's take this as a free pass to act like entitled assholes who go around pushing everyone aside, and treating them like garbage.
I'm glad I was mated to a great guy because Ricky is the total opposite of this. He seems ruthless and goes around with an angry-looking face all the time, but I know better. He's my Ricky. The protector and loving alpha to the Dark Moon wolves. And I love him.
This morning, we got up super early and did our normal routine. We showered together while laughing, joking, and talking together. I still couldn't believe we are married. I always knew once I turned eighteen I'd be old enough to sense the presence of my mate if I found him, which didn't go so well of course because I found I was mated to Skylar. But when I found Ricky...Goddess, his scent. His aura and his scent were more than enough for me to know I was finally safe. I was glad I got a second chance with Ricky. Not many she-wolves get a second chance mate.
After we showered, we went and got dressed in our workout clothes and got ready to meet everyone for an early breakfast. I gotta say, I am so glad Alpha Noah and his wife were a no-show. I would have cringed at the sight of them.
I sat at my vanity, combing my hair as I placed it in a tight ponytail. I was wearing light makeup, with dark blue and purple colored leggings, a matching sports bra, and a matching jacket. "Ready to go fill that tummy, baby?" Ricky asks, placing his hands on my shoulders as he stood behind me.
I smiled, turning around and wrapping my arms around his waist, "I am. I'm so hungry." I say, looking up and smiling at him. He smiles back and places a kiss on my lips. "Then let's go get some food, Mrs. Dannelly," he says, extending his arm out for me. Mrs. Dannelly, it sounded so right. I loved the sound of my new last name on his lips.
I got up, grabbed his hand and we made our way out together, toward the dining room.
"What do you think Luna Leah will say about the room you chose for her?" Ricky asked, making me chuckle. "Knowing her... She's probably fascinated and envious all at the same time. I gave her a nice view. Plus I set her in one of the rooms with its own hot tub. But to be honest, I gave her that specific room simply because it was the farthest from us." I say, making him chuckle.
