His Dark Obsession - Chapter #2 - Free To Read

I look in the mirror. Staring back at me is a beautiful woman in a red gown with black hair, tawny grey eyes, and pale skin, with a dusting of freckles over my slender nose and cheeks. I have more meat on me than the average woman. I prod the top of my arm, very conscious of the curve of fat there. Even my cheeks aren't refined.

I am of age now, but, I don't have a wolf. Will it make a difference to him? Is that why he isn't here?

I grew up around Sinclair, and over the years my admiration for him soon changed to something more. I had even worn the dress he purchased for me without complaint. Even put makeup on tonight, too, hoping he’d realise I’m not just the little omega girl he had saved.

I fix my hair, smoothing my dress, about to leave the bathroom when my nemesis, Celia Huntington, the daughter of the Alpha of the Wolf Arrow Pack, walks in with her two sidekicks.

"Look, it’s the omega trash who thinks just because she’s in a pretty dress that she’s above us all," Celia scoffs.

I don't want to respond. If I do, it will only make her react worse. She wants a reaction, one I refuse to give her. After all, she is bitter since her boyfriend had tried to get it on with me.

Dark Falls is right in the center of six packs and one of the few schools all the packs send their kids to.

"Aiy, don’t ignore her! She’s talking to you!" Gwen snaps, grabbing my arm as I walk past them, forcing me to stop.

I turn and look at them. All three are gorgeous, and you can tell from their toned physiques that they are excellent fighters, too.

"Well, she probably thinks she will get lucky now that she is eighteen," Celia taunts, stepping closer.

"Wait, wait, does she think Sinclair would want her?" Janet jeers, making the other two laugh. “He’s not even here.”

I look down, waiting for them to get their bullying over with so I can leave. It’s easier if I just stay silent anyway.

Celia pinches my arm, and her nails dig in harshly. I press my lips in a line, fighting the urge to palm her perfectly straight nose. It wouldn’t be worth the beatdown I would get afterward.

"Ah, look at that fat there! Jeesh! Work out a little, fatty!" she hisses. "Yeah, nobody wants a fat little omega bitch."

Celia sits. The other two keep glancing at the door, making sure no one comes in.

I do little workouts, but I'm not allowed to train with the Warriors because I am an omega. Heck, I don’t think I’d be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I take enough beatdowns at school. Glad I'm almost done with that place, I'm not going to voluntarily sign up for extra.

“Is that what you’re hoping for, omega, that Sinclair will take you as his, love and cherish you?” Celia laughs. I swallow, glancing away, and Celia chuckles. “Don’t delude yourself, omega. The only thing omegas are used for is as side bitches, for the main bitch to order around.”

"She doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as Sinclair," Gwen mutters.

They keep their voices down, and I know why. I may be an omega, but I am still adopted by Alpha Aeron. They don't want to upset him, especially at his own mansion.

I know Celia doesn’t like me because I’m an omega. Some omegas are loved by high-ranking males and hated by ranked females. Where the alpha may have a few favorite omegas, the luna or other females will treat omegas like dirt. That is the life expected of me, that someday I'll serve as an alpha or beta if I am lucky. Maybe it is because I spent the last decade being cared for by an alpha family, but I don't want that.

“Do you want to be my little bitch, Evangeline? I will gladly give you my sloppy seconds; gotta give to charity and all good deeds and all that. Daddy always taught me to give to the less fortunate. Maybe I will even let you suck him off after he’s done with me just so you can know what a real woman tastes like." Her friends laugh as she leans in closer.

I grit my teeth, trying not to let her words get to me, but it still hurts.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you as my charity case?" she sneers, looking me up and down. “And don’t forget to thank me when you clean me off him. That’s all omegas are worth, cleaning up after their lunas.”

Gwen giggles beside her. “I bet she would enjoy every second,” she sneers.

"Well, would you…" Celia trails off as the bathroom door opens, her scornful expression changing to a smile as she flicks her long hair over her shoulder, giving a smile to the woman who enters. “Well, see you later. Once again, enjoy your birthday.”

They turn and leave, and I sigh, forcing a smile onto my face. I slip out of the bathroom, knowing Grandmother Philomena won't be happy if I am gone for long.

Walking down the hall, I hesitate, really not wanting to return to the room of young women who don’t want to be around me. Silently, I turn and walk towards the garden; I could use some fresh air. The best part of being an omega is that your presence isn't noticed.

"… Aeron, I assure you, we need her gone," comes Grandmother Philomena’s voice. It is filled with irritation and warning, and I freeze, unsure of what is happening. But something tells me this is not a conversation I should be listening to.

Isn’t the Alpha meant to be out for work? Should I leave?

"Mother, I understand, but are you certain?"

"Of course, I am, son. Sinclair’s eyes have been on her for a while now, and I fear it might be more than just a sexual attraction."

"I don’t know, I can’t get my head around that. Evangeline is-"

I am about to tiptoe away when I freeze, hearing my name, and I place a hand on my chest.

"… A beautiful young woman, and as much as I don't care if Sinclair keeps her as his, on the side, an emotional attachment to an omega is dangerous. She needs to go." There is finality in the old Luna’s voice, and I wonder if Alpha Aeron will agree.

The terror begins to seep into me as I wait, with bated breath, for his reply.

He won't agree, right?

That pause feels like an eternity.

"You’re right; he is the only heir I have. I will have Evangeline gone soon. But do not speak a word to her; I will do it myself.”

"Good and make haste. You know the charm of these omegas," she adds distastefully. It takes everything in me not to break down. My world is crashing down. Just when I thought my birthday couldn’t get any worse.

"Yes, so I assume you have potential women lined up for him?" Alpha Aeron asks.

"Yes, ones that will make ideal lunas," Grandmother Philomena replies.

My stomach sinks further, and my eyes burn viciously. My heart is thundering as I silently back away from the slightly ajar door.

Why is she so hateful towards me? Doesn’t she like me?

But it makes no sense. She has never let on anything that she isn't happy with me; unless she sees how Sinclair cares for me.

I want love. But who am I kidding? Sinclair, the man I love, is out of my league. After all, he is the future Alpha of the Silver Mountain Pack.

Sinclair is the one who found me in that town that fateful night, one dark, snowy night. He had been hunting with his father, Alpha Aeron, when they stumbled upon the blood-ridden town. Sinclair had caught sight of me when they had tried to look for survivors, walking along with no memories of what happened or where I was.

I only knew one thing, and that was my name. Evangeline. Sinclair was only thirteen then, and I had been around eight. I was covered in blood when he found me, clutching a teddy. They realized they were all humans from the bodies, so they quickly got me out before the police arrived.