Page 1 of Bullied Forced Omega
Chapter 1 - Mira
We’re in the pack house, sitting in the living room with our attention turned towards the three elders standing in front of the white wall on which a colorful projection is displayed.
Omegas always sit in the back of pack meetings. We’re here to be seen, not heard. That is especially true of someone like me. I’m not the prettiest or the fastest, and according to most of the wolf shifters here, I’m a nobody.
The sad thing is that most of them don’t even know what I’ve contributed to this pack, and they probably never will.
Ever since I was young, I never felt welcome here. It was only two years ago, when Kelsey and I became friends, that I finally found my little place where I fit in. Now I have a handful of close friends. A small, but tight group that makes the days easier.
It wasn’t always like that.
All through my school years and during my adolescence, I was teased and spent most of my time alone, hiding away from the rest of the pack and their harsh, often cruel ways. I was too scared to talk to anyone.
I grew up pushed away, outcast, ostracized. I wasn’t fast enough or pretty enough. I was too chubby and teased relentlessly about my dull brown hair, my boring brown eyes, and how I couldn’t keep up.
And of course, I was teased because I didn’t have any parents. They died shortly after I was born when the compound was attacked by a rival pack. My Aunt Rayanna raised me. She is a quiet, kind-hearted woman who runs the school on our compound. She has endless patience and taught me that theworld will push those who are strong enough to handle it. She told me that the Moon Goddess would not give me a challenge she didn’t think would benefit me in some way.
To help me grow. To make me stronger.
I was too young to understand what she meant, and honestly, at the time, I struggled to believe the Moon Goddess would be so cruel as to put me through all that just to make me strong. But now that I’m older, I can see the benefits. Iamstronger, calmer, and able to handle difficult situations with ease.
The meeting is longer than usual. The elders are boasting about the new tech we’ve introduced to our security system. This is all technology thatIdesigned and created, but they haven’t mentioned my name once.
Kelsey throws me a side eye from her seat next to me. She pulls her mouth to the side and rolls her eyes dramatically. She knows I deserve the credit for this, but I’ll never get it.
I stifle a giggle by clasping my hand over my mouth. She has a way of making everything better.
She’s my best friend in this place. When I’m not hanging around with Kelsey, I’m usually alone in my little workshop. Not that I mind at all. I prefer to be alone. It’s not common for a wolf to value solitude, but my childhood was wrought with struggles. Bullying left me with deep emotional scars and taught me that staying away from people was far easier than dealing with them.
“This new technology will enable us to deep-scan every creature, human or shifter, who steps into our territory. You’ll see that it looks like a mix between an X-ray and a CT scan. Very detailed. We’ll be alerted the moment they arrive, and from our observation and security rooms, we’ll know if they have weapons, silver especially, which shows up as a purple haze overtheir figure. With this technology, we’ll be able to react before they’ve even arrived at our door,” the elder talking is Jeremy Greenwood. He’s one of three elders currently leading this pack while our Alpha-to-be is away at Black Ops training.
The Alpha-to-be is Jace Greenwood, Jeremy’s son. Jace happens to be one of the biggest contributors to my childhood trauma. A bully. A cruel, cold, and nasty man with the meanest streak I’ve ever come across. There was once a time when I ... It doesn’t matter. It’s not something I like to think about.
His Beta is my brother, Miles. Miles was born with Alpha blood, but in this pack, he is Beta to Jace. The Black Ops training is only for those with Alpha blood, even those like Miles, who hold a Beta position.
Miles and Jace have been gone for a few years now. I hardly miss Miles because we were never close. He was a part of the cool gang. Too cool to want to acknowledge that he was related to me in any way.
Black Ops training is no joke. Every Alpha trains there, and they come back a different person.
The pack breaks out in an excited rustle of awe and amazement as the elder gestures towards a screen displaying men arriving on our land. It's show and tell. A few of the Betas are out there, kitted out with weapons, one of them is even carrying confiscated silver, just so that we can see how it shows up on the scans.
The other two elders nod and smile. Marcus Thorn and Lexus Wilson.
They’re bragging about the technology and soaking in the praise.
Kelsey nudges me in the ribs. “Do you think they’ll credit you this time?” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pack's chattering excitement.
“Pfft,” I scoff. “They never have and they never will,” I shrug. I’m so used to not being acknowledged for the work I do around here. Every piece of technology in this pack is something I’ve created or improved on. It’s my passion. It’s what I do for hours when I retreat to my workshop.
I’ve created security systems that are far superior to any other pack in this region. I’ve created weapons and monitoring systems…even a device that helps teach the young shifters to have better control over their powers because it alerts them before the shift takes place.
But not once, ever, have one of the elders come to thank me or mention my name at these pack meetings.
Would I want the attention? Probably not. Does it piss me off? It used to. But after a childhood of being bullied and ostracized, I learned that there are worse things than being ignored and denied credit where credit is due. Accolades are a luxury I don’t yearn for.
A quiet, peaceful life is far more valuable.
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