Page 3 of Bullied Forced Omega
Kelsey kicks a rock as we walk close to the river, just off the path that leads to the Omegas’ cottages. “I don’t see why theycan’t just tell the pack that you’re the one who makes all the cool stuff,” she huffs.
“What difference would it make?” I shrug.
“You really aren’t bothered?” she scoffs. “I’d be furious. Iamfurious with you.”
“I think it is a waste of time to be bothered by that kind of stuff. Stuff I can’t change. I’m happy to make it. And I’m happy it works.”
She shakes her head, bending down to pick up a rock, then skipping it across the surface of the stream. “I tell anyone who will listen that my best friend is the one who makes our tech stuff.”
“And do they believe you?” I laugh.
She smirks. “I’ll make them believe me,” her smile spreads wide.
Just as I’m about to tell her not to waste her energy, a young shifter comes bolting past us, yelling loudly and incoherent excitement.
“What in the world!” Kelsey shouts, spinning around to dodge the kid.
“He hasn’t got his wolf yet, but he’s definitely got the zoomies, “she laughs.
Another three kids run past us, and Kelsey manages to grab one of them and pull them to a stop.
“What’s going on?” She demands.
The kid's eyes go wide with fright, then wider with excitement. “They’re back!” the kid shouts.
“Detroit, you have to be more specific than that. Who is back?” she scolds.
“The Alpha! And the Beta! They’re back from Black Ops!” Detroit starts wiggling with chaotic excitement, and Kelsey releases him. “Good heavens, he’s a little savage,” she groans, dusting her hands on her jeans.
My heart is sitting in the pit of my stomach.
My jaw clenches tightly, and my head begins to spin.
My wolf, Mika, wakes up, and from deep inside my chest, I feel the rumble of her anger. She doesn’t speak to me in words, but I can feel her in the same way I feel myself. I know what she is thinking and what she wants.I will tear that black wolf to pieces!Mika snarls inside my mind. But at the same time, a deep yearning floods me. I hate that I still feel so drawn to him. The man who tore me apart.
Mika feels my pain and kicks harder at the restraints inside my mind, trying to shift into wolf form. She wants to keep me safe from him. She is my best friend. My protector. My wolf. She is me. But she is herself. While we live in sync most of the time, there are moments, like this one, where she goes wild and I struggle to control her.
“Mira?” Kelsey grabs my arm to stop me from swaying as I try to calm Mika down and stop her from shifting me into wolf form so she can take the lead.
“What’s going on?” she asks, worried.
“My brother and Jace,” I grumble. I look up at Kelsey, and she catches the yellow glow that flashes in my eyes just before I manage to push Mika down. Another moment or two and Mika would have shifted me.
“Is Mika ok?” She asks, placing her hand gently on my shoulder. Kelsey knows what it’s like to have a wolf living insideyou. To be part wolf and part girl. Her wolf, Kala, can be just as feisty.
“Not really,” I sigh, “her emotions are all over the place.”
“Right, can we blame her though? That guy is a first-class asshole,” Kelsey mutters. “I swear, Kala would like to rip one of his arms off…given the chance,” she smirks. Kelsey’s wolf is a beautiful girl with pale grey fur and pale blue eyes. During the pack runs, she and Mira always stick together.
Ok. So, Jace is back.So what? This doesn’t have to mean anything.
No one knows what happened. No one except Kelsey… and Jace, of course.
That day has played over in my thoughts a thousand times since it happened.
I had only just turned eighteen. Jace was two years older. Strangely enough, he was one of my biggest bullies throughout school and growing up… until that night, at the Silver Moon party at the end of the Summer festival.
The festival lasts for days, and during that time, for the first time ever, Jace wasn’t being a complete douchebag. For the first time ever, he was treating me like a member of the pack. Like hisfriend. Even his wolf, Jux, wanted to run with Mika during the night hunt.
