The Omega's Beasts

"You can run. You have run for so long, but you are still coming back to me. I am preying on you, and I am going to ensure you like it. You can run, but you are coming right back to me."

I woke up with a start, my eyes wide, my chest heaving hard as I tried to breathe. It was the same dream I have had ever since I turned eighteen, with the veiled man and the full moon.

I turned to the mirror, my chest heaving. I was soaked in my own sweat, my hair clinging to my forehead, my hands still lightly shaking.

Even though I have had the same dream for close to two years since I first shifted at eighteen, the images never got clearer, and I never got answers. Who was the man with a cloak and a scar across his eye?

The scar was the only thing about him that I had been able to see, and despite being an omega who had served at almost all of the houses in the pack, I haven't seen one man with the same scar.

It was very peculiar, and I could see locks of dark red hair falling close to his eyes, and it made him even harder to find.

I let out a sigh and slowly pushed myself out of bed. I had started to make my way to my brother's room when I stopped in my tracks, my brows furrowed.

I had almost forgotten. Valerian was no longer home. I always went over to cuddle with him when I had this dream, and realizing that I couldn't do that for the next few months till he was out for the break made the tiny house we shared even emptier.

I sighed and sat back on the bed. Valerian was my twin, yet we couldn't be more different. We had the same blonde hair, but that was about it. He had an alpha potential, which is a sacred way of knowing which wolves would grow up to be guardians of the pack.

I, on the other hand, was an almost wolfless omega.

When our parents were still alive, they showered him with so much attention. Enough for me to realize early on just what my place in the family and in society was. They were ecstatic to be parents of the only alpha potential from the North family, and honestly, I was happy he was my brother, too.

He was effortlessly beautiful, and you could smell his aura even without him shifting. He had grace, had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, and well, the kindest gestures too.

So even though he got away with everything and I watched him have the life I wouldn't mind having, I couldn't resent him. He treated me like a sister and loved me like one, too. That was more than enough.

The pack was already harsh enough for omegas like me, I don't know