The Stained Omega

Chapter 1

15 and still no wolf…

(Anna)

**BANG** I jerk awake to the loud slamming of a door, I don’t know who slammed it and it doesn’t really

matter. Could be my dad, could be John my older brother…neither care enough to be quiet while

people. are sleeping.

Today is my fifteenth birthday but I doubt there will be any cake or hugs involved. It is also the day my

mum, my dad’s fated mate, died. You see it is my fault, she died while giving birth to me and if that is

not enough to cause me pain my dad makes sure I never forget it. As I have every year since turning

twelve, I spend a few minutes reaching out in my mind to contact a wolf that never answers back. As a

female, I should have met my wolf at twelve, this would allow me time to bond with her ready for my

first shift at fourteen.

Except my wolf has never spoken to me and I have never shifted. I try with all my might, but I finally

give up, she’s not there and I don’t even know why I try anymore.

I climb off my single foam mattress…no bed for me, stains don’t need proper beds. I pull off my ratty

night shirt and pull on a pair of two sizes too big grey leggings and a simple plain white t–shirt. I drag a

comb through my hair, again wishing I had a brush to tame my stupidly puffy white blonde locks. I wrap

my hair into a messy bun and take a deep breath.

Time to start the day..

As I climb the stairs from the basement to the kitchen, I pray my father has passed out, maybe even

drunk himself into a coma, maybe he has had a heart attack, maybe…. who am I kidding, life does not

work like.

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that It never does.

As soon as I open the door I see him, sitting at the kitchen table drinking straight from a bottle of Jack

Daniels, no glass just the bottle, exactly how father likes it. He’s sat staring into space, he has a belly

that can rival any pregnant woman, he wears a wife beater that I

beer am sure was white once upon a time but now it’s almost yellow, from smoking, food, beer, sweat,

piss and I’m sure some blood and other bodily fluids. He’s got on a pair of white briefs that almost

match his wife beater. He has a bald head and a stumpy nose; he has piercing blue eyes…my eyes.

He always says if it wasn’t for my eyes he would be asking if I was truly his. I must make a noise as he

turns to me.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?!” He yells at me which is not needed as I’m less than an arm’s

reach from him.

“Sorry father. I was sleeping” I stammer as quickly as possible.

“Well hurry up and get breakfast ready I have to get to work.” He voice leaves no room for argument

and I quickly move to the beat up old fridge.

“Is it just you or is John home?” I ask in a small voice.

I don’t see him move, it is so sudden. A large fry pan sized hand connects with the left side of my face.

I am knocked off balance and I land on my ass. I am seeing stars and I am almost certain I will have a

nice bruise to add to my collection.

“Did I say you could ask questions?! No, I didn’t. Get breakfast made NOW!” He screams mere inches

from my face. As he sits back down, I scramble to my feet and make quick work of getting some eggs,

bacon and toast in front of my father. No coffee, who needs coffee when you have whiskey.

While my father is distracted shoveling food into his mouth I run

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that. It never does.

As soon as I open the door I see him, sitting at the kitchen table drinking straight from a bottle of Jack

Daniels, no glass just the bottle, exactly how father likes it. He’s sat staring into space, he has a beer

belly that can rival any pregnant woman, he wears a wife beater that I am sure was white once upon a

time but now it’s almost yellow, from smoking, food, beer, sweat, piss and I’m sure some blood and © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

other bodily fluids. He’s got on a pair of white briefs that almost match his wife beater. He has a bald

head and a stumpy nose; he has piercing blue eyes…my eyes. He always says if it wasn’t for my eyes

he would be asking if I was truly his. I must make a noise as he turns to me.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?!” He yells at me which is not needed as I’m less than an arm’s

reach from him.

“Sorry father, I was sleeping” I stammer as quickly as possible.

“Well hurry up and get breakfast ready I have to get to work.” He voice leaves no room for argument

and I quickly move to the beat up old fridge.

“Is it just you or is John home?” I ask in a small voice.

I don’t see him move; it is so sudden. A large fry pan sized hand connects with the left side of my face.

I am knocked off balance and I land on my ass. I am seeing stars and I am almost certain I will have a

nice bruise to add to my collection.

“Did I say you could ask questions?! No, I didn’t. Get breakfast made NOW!” He screams mere inches

from my face. As he sits back down, I scramble to my feet and make quick work of getting some eggs,

bacon and toast in front of my father. No coffee, who needs coffee when you have whiskey.

While my father is distracted shoveling food into his mouth I run

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through the kitchen and lounge, into the hall to grab my shoes. I stop long enough to put them on and

then I’m out of the door. I am not sticking around today, the best thing for me to do is to run and hide

until sun–up tomorrow.

I run as fast as my legs can take me, sure I’m not fast as I have no wolf to aid me, but no one is

chasing me. I just don’t want to be here anymore. Sure, I could keep going but if I’m gone for more than

one night father will send his wolves after me. I found a spot in the woods, it’s a small clearing that has

a little pond next to it. I sit down in the wildflowers, surrounded by daisies, bluebells and grass up to my

hip. I catch my breath. I lay back on the flowers and use the grass height to hide me from anyone who

might pass by. If someone in the Pack is looking for me then there will be no hiding, you can’t hide from

a wolf, especially a Mountain Pack wolf.

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