Inconveniences such as these would never stop her from making a valiant effort, though. The Alpha was far too close for Louis to rely on her arrows, and her omega scent had undoubtedly reached the Alpha's nose by now. I have always had an eye for feisty ones," He purred as he took a step forward, the hair on the back of her neck stood up in trepidation. "Well, aren't you just delectable, standing there with your little knife, omega. He cocked his shaved head to the side in interest, licking his lips. She didn't bother hiding her scent, knowing it would only lure them closer. The intruder stopped short when he was met with the sight of an omega. The omega whirled around to face the exact location the foreboding scent was rolling in from, and she didn't have to wait long before the typical and excessively tall, muscular Alpha Hellhound came ambling through the break in the trees. It was steadily growing closer, so she yanked another hidden knife out of the dirt she'd staked it in and called upon her inner wolf to heighten her senses. Just then, a frightfully distinctive scent, legs crunching the leaves, alerted her. Some of them went as far as saying that Pure omegas don't exist as if Allie wasn't living proof of that. That's why her pack shunned her for her identity, keeping her family away for their selfish reasons. But did she believe it? Not quite, but then again, those narcissistic bastards did and tried to hunt for the pure breed. It said that if a Pure Omega and Pure Alpha Hell hound were to create offspring, they would be as strong as anything that ever happened to exist. That's why those Hellhounds hunted for Pure omegas. The only bloodline that was thought to be as rare as a pure Omega was the bloodline of a pure Alpha Hell hound.
Of course, there were Pure Betas and Alphas, but they weren't as rare as omegas. It took only a few years to realise their treatment was because they were Pure Omegas - a bloodline that was so rare that it was thought of as a myth. Allie was never allowed even to use the playground while others were present. When she asked to play with the other pups in the camp, they only turned her down within a blink of an eye. Her father kept her and her mother in hiding, never allowing them to step out of pack boundaries.
At first, she didn't understand why were they treated so differently. The omega could recall when her family were still together they were always the odd ones out when it came to all the others. To hurt in ways, you shouldn't at such a tender age. She could recall back to the emotional pain, and oh, how young she was when the Omega first discovered what it was like to hurt.
A shudder racked through her body as she remembered the screaming, the pain-filled moans, the struggle, the horror on everyone's faces as soon as disaster struck. She rolled her eyes.Īllie remembered the first time she saw a Hell hound. The picture depicted an omega with their ears back, submitting to what looked like an Alpha Hell hound with a snarling muzzle and fiery eyes glowing in the dark. Allie took her time to study their omega image, and immediately her mouth twisted at that. That was one of the traits she despised the most among others. All around her were old, detailed images of Hell hounds painted on the damaged walls. Her back was resting against a piece of broken plaster that was hanging off the wall. The soft glowing light of the moon, all alone in the dark sky while illuminating the space around and kissing her skin. Taking a deep breath, she looked up slowly above her, eyes rolling back. That's why the omega embraced the silence it was all Allie knew. She didn't know who was around, or rather what was around. The last thing she wanted was to alert the enemy or anyone else for that matter. The omega sat in the music of the night with the screeching owls and singing crickets, the wind blowing at her loose strands of hair the only thing coming from her was small, unheard huffs as she breathed in and out calmly. And also a few knives in the secret places of her trousers. She had a handmade crossbow that was currently sitting across her outstretched legs, a pack of arrows sitting next to her thigh and in reach of an emergency. Quiet and trying to hide in between the trees.
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