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The High Omegas, the ones who dress their cruelty in silk and laws. They disgust me like no other. My skin crawls just by the mere thought of them.
They love to kidnap Alphas from our pack, exploit us, and call it taming. As if we're rabid. As if we're anything less than them.
They say we're dangerous, unpredictable. But we are conscious, thinking, feeling—same as them.
They say we are a threat to them, but if anything, it's the other way around. They are the ones that haunt us down and take us away from our life.
They don't want us.
They want our seed, not our souls.
A tool to breed, not a man to love.
It's been decades since Alphas were banned from the cities of Lyssomire.
Dragged out. Beaten.
Branded like beasts.
I've never seen the High City with my own eyes. I was born in the forest pack. Free, at least by our standards.
Then, four years ago, it started.
The kidnappings.
They say an Omega in the castle can break even the most powerful Alpha. That no matter how strong we are… they'll find a way to tame us. They say that way, they can make an alpha powerless and sane— a perfect mate.
I never thought I'd be next.
I never thought I'd wake up in a cage beneath their gilded palace.
She is beautiful, the so-called omega tamer who makes the life of alphas a living hell. It's just her skin that is beautiful. The person inside that skin is nothing less than an evil. She disgusts me, makes my skin crawl and blood boil. If she thinks she can tame me like all the other alphas, she is terribly mistaken.
She acts like she knows her power. Of course she does, with all the successful taming experience and all the so called tamed alphas in the main cities, she will be very much aware of her power.
It irks me so much that I want to breathe fire.
Her scent is poison. It makes me feel weak and my wolf goes nuts. It seeps into my pores, and messes with my thoughts. I hate the feeling of submission, I rather die than submit to any wolf, and that's exactly what she is making me do. I want to bite off her head so bad. I want to put an end to all this torture so badly.
I want to wipe off that smug smile of victory off her pretty face and rip her throat out.
And I did exactly what I needed to do.
I attacked her when she least expected it.
Even with barely any energy left in my system, I lunged—driven by rage, by instinct, by the desperate need to end the torture she inflicts on alphas just by existing.
I hear the Omegas scream behind the bars, their panic slicing through the air.
But she—
She doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. Just barely gasps.
Even pinned beneath me, her body still and unmoved, the damn Tamer looks up at me with those pale blue orbs—
Eyes like frost. Like winter.
Unbothered. Almost amused.
My hand clamps around her throat, rough and trembling, but before I can tighten my grip—
She grabs my wrist.
Soft fingers.
Steady strength.
Her touch burns and calms at once.
"Done already?" she murmurs, like this is a game.
Like I didn't just try to kill her.
And that smile—
Gods, that smile makes my wolf howl.
I tight my grip on her throat, just to see her wince, but before it can do any damage, her scent changes. It comes like a tsunami, crashing into me in huge waves, it makes my hand shake, grip lose, body tremble. The scent of moonlit hellebore intensifies until I choke on it, until I can barely take it in anymore.
I jerk away from her, covering my face with my hands. If I breathe in any more of her scent, I might pass out.
"Stop it!" I spit, "Fucking stop it!"
I hear her chuckle but don't look up to see it. Is this how she tamed all the other alphas? Poisoning them with her scent until they pass out? If this is how this is going to be from now on, how will I ever escape from here?
My head hurts, it feels like my skull is splitting open.
"This is what happens if you don't behave." She is saying, walking closer to me, "I hate to do this with my scent. It takes so much energy, you know? I hate being exhausted after every taming session. So, behave."
My blood boils, my heart thudding furiously against my ribcage. I want to scream, but it feels like my head is underwater.
"Go a little easy on him!" I hear one of the omegas behind the bars screech like she fucking care.
"What stupidity are you saying, Arieth? He almost killed her!" Another one says, her voice furious and out of breath.
"Doesn't matter! I need my mate well and now he looks like he is about to die!" That one red headed omega screams. She keeps calling me her mate, does she really think I will mate her? I would rather die than mate with a high omega and live in the castle like a fucking slave.
"He is alright. Just a little light headed from my scent." The tamer says, she sounds like she is retaining herself from screaming, "And Omega Arieth, if I die from these taming sessions, you will never have him or any other alpha as your mate."
The omegas gasp at her words, but say nothing.
"Give him the night bloom tea with his dinner. It will help clear his head." The tamer girl says, "I think that's it for today. You should all leave before your scent triggers him."
The omegas leave the room one after one as they whisper to each other, their voice slowly fading out as they step out of the door. Chilling quietness swells the space between me and the tamer, and I let out a deep sigh.
"Be a good boy once I'm gone, okay? I'll see you tomorrow." Her long fingers ruffle through my curls in mock affection. I clutch my jaw so hard to keep myself from succumbing to my fury and biting her hand off.
I watch as she walks out of the cage and locks it behind like I'm a feral animal that should be kept away in the dark. My chest tightens, unease creeping on to me like giant spiders. Just how fast my life flipped. One moment I was hunting with my friends, free and wild. Then the next, I'm nothing more than a caged animal at the castle.
If there comes a point where it feels impossible to escape from here i might really kill myself.