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Omegas Fate

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Eloise is used to being treated badly. Her dad doesn't want her and her classmates shun her. She just wants to finish school, get a job and move away. Leave them all behind.

After an incident at school she manages to gain the interest of a powerful man and her life is irreversibly altered forever.

It turns out werewolves do exist, a whole community hidden in plain sight, and the two most powerful Alphas in the county both believe she belongs to them.

She must figure out for herself who she can trust, will she make the right decision?

***Trigger Warning. Some violent/abuse scenes read with caution****

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The Fight
*Eloise’s POV* I had the worst placed locker in the entire school, I grumbled to myself as I crouched in front of it, wrestling to get it open. It was on the bottom row right in the middle of the busiest corridor, the one before the dining hall I had roughly 5 minutes left before hoards of ravenous teenagers came storming down here ready to eat, knowing they would pay little attention to anybody who needed to get into their locker. I had learnt from that mistake long ago, I had lost count of how many times I had been knocked over by the many students that flocked down here in a steady relentless stream. It was pretty much like a stampede, against which I was no match. In frustration, I banged my hands against the door in the vain hope that it would miraculously open with brute force. My art coursework was locked inside and was due to be handed in this afternoon. I had spent weeks on it, a series of portraits and landscape, combining nature and people, my favourite and least favourite things. I leant my head briefly on the cold metal of the door, gathering my thoughts. I would have to go to the caretaker or student services possibly, see if they could override the lock. That's when I heard a familiar giggle behind me. s**t. That's all I had time to think before someone grabbed my hair, forcefully pulling me backwards, making my eyes water. My head banged against the cold tile flooring, bringing stars to my eyes, and I was left sprawled on my back looking up at the ceiling. A few seconds later a pair of heavily made-up brown eyes, the eyelashes clumped together with mascara, glared down at me. Carly Hughes. I sighed internally, this was not going to go well. She brought her face down to me, so close I could see the acne scars she had so carefully tried to conceal with layers of foundation, large craters marring her once perfect complexion. "Oops," She said, a false expression of apology on her face, mocking me. "How clumsy of me." I could her posse snickering loudly behind her. Bunch of cowards, I thought angrily. I suppose I could have a tiny, and I mean tiny, amount of sympathy for them. Better to be on the side of the devil than cross his path. I grimaced at her, a look of disgust crossing my face. "Eurgh Carly, did you not brush your teeth this morning, your breath could knock an elephant out!" She flushed red with anger, I heard the sound of the slap before I felt it. Then came the sting and the red hot burn across my cheek, before something wet and lukewarm flew all over my face. The dirty b***h had just spat on me. I quickly wiped my face and rolled over, standing up so I wasn't left in such a vulnerable position. "Showing your true colours now arent you," I muttered under my breath. "What was that you stupid b***h?" She yelled, her normally serene face, contorted in rage. She stepped forward, getting right into my personal space, her face close to mine. We were practically nose to nose, her spittle spraying in my face. Her two friends now flagged her on either side, like her own personal guard, they were never far away. Carly, the ring leader, Claire and Erin, her sidekicks. Believe it or not, Erin and I used to be good friends a few years ago, before she was promoted to the 'popular girls' group. We used to joke about how vapid they were and how we would never end up like that, but that was before she ended up sharing a lot of classes with Carly. Erin and I gradually grew more and more distant, until eventually, she stopped calling and texting, before finally telling me to 'get the picture, and f**k off!' Obviously, this was in front of an audience, the Queen b***h Carly smirking behind her like the cat who got the cream. All intended as maximum humiliation for me. The reason behind her seething hate for me was now sauntering along the corridor towards us. A boy, one who I had little to no interest in, not that that mattered to Carly. Bradley Walters. Incredibly attractive, of course, built like an athlete, all lean muscles, perfect white teeth and blonde hair, with natural highlights most girls would kill for. Unfortunately, blessed as he was in the appearance department he was not so lucky with his personality. A complete lech, self-confessed 'boobs and arse' man, and all-around man w***e, he had been with most of the girls in the school over the legal age, but Carly seemed to think she was onto a winner as she kept taking him back. Anyway, I apparently made it on to his not so exclusive 'Wants to f**k' list, aren't I the lucky one?! Carly found out about this and lost her s**t over it, despite the fact I would never take him up on his offer, but rather than take it out on the person who was at fault she directed it all on me. He came and stood behind her and she briefly looked up, giving him a sickly sweet smile before directing her attention back towards me. "I said" she repeated unnecessarily, her teeth clenched together in anger. This girl really needed a crash course in anger management, I thought to myself. "What the f**k did you just say to me?" I summed up my situation in my head, I was currently outnumbered 4:1, the only chance I had of coming out of this unscathed was to keep my mouth shut and my head down. Pride be damned, it's not like taking a beating, physically or verbally, was new for me, I could thank my Dad for that, I thought sourly. "Nothing," I mumbled, lowering my eyes submissively. "That's what I thought", she said smugly, violently pushing me back against the lockers, my already sore head bouncing off it with a loud bang. If I didn't get a headache after this I'd be amazed. "You're such a mess", she sneered. "Pathetic! Look at the state of you. Your clothes are too small for you and you smell like you live in a bin." She was right on the clothes size, buying new clothes for the daughter he didn't want was definitely not the top priority for my drunken father, and unfortunately, my part-time job waitressing barely covered the basic supplies to keep me alive, let alone luxuries such as new clothes. Unfortunately for me, I seemed to have had a bit of a growth spurt over the summer as well, the chest area, in particular, had definitely developed. I had been blessed with an enviable hourglass figure, big boobs, a good-sized bum and a slim waist. I tried my best to disguise it with baggy clothes generally, not wanting to draw attention to myself, particularly from Carly and her crew but unfortunately, this school had a uniform policy. This meant I was currently wearing a grey pleated skirt, that was at least two sizes too small and therefore incredibly short, with knee-high socks that had gone grey with age and scuffed patent black shoes. My shirt, a low cut V neck was also that same off white grey colour of my socks, the material thin and practically see-through, the buttons strained over my, for want of a better phrase, ample bosom. If one of those buttons gave way then it would probably fire across the room with enough force to take someone's eye out. I had tried to mitigate the risk by wearing a thin grey cardigan, standard-issue, the schools once bright logo faded and worn, proudly displayed on the front right pocket. The sleeves, supposedly full length, only reached just past my elbows. It was a good job I couldn't afford to eat that much because if I put any weight on there's no way I would have fit into this ensemble. I turned 18 last week and was currently wearing age 13 clothes. I pretty much looked like a dirty old man's naughty schoolgirl fantasy, unintentionally of course. I was, however, a little offended by the smell comment, I kept myself immaculately clean, my clothes always washed, I showered daily, there was no way I smelt bad. "I dunno, I quite like the clothes..." Dim-witted Bradley said whilst staring at my t**s, making me feel violated with a single look. He was such a disgusting creep. Carly glared at me whilst elbowing him viciously in the ribs, he barely even flinched but it seemed to ignite a brain cell somewhere and he remembered it was probably not a good idea to blatantly ogle another girl in front of your current girlfriend. It was me that was going to get the punishment for his mistake though. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend" she spat out at me, throwing me off guard. "Uhm, what?" I said, genuinely confused. " You heard her" Erin piped up. "I told her about all those filthy dreams you used to have about him. How you fantasized about him. Bradley stood there grinning like an i***t at me. As if I ever would! "What the hell Erin, that's the biggest pile of bullshit I've heard. If anyone had dirty fantasies about him it was you! I wouldn't touch that with a 10ft barge pole! I feel like I've caught something just looking at him." I replied indignantly giving him a disdainful look. "It's obvious you're into him, going around in that stupid short skirt, flashing your boobs at every opportunity. You're a dirty w***e and everyone knows it!" She was starting to get really wound up now, her round face going red and shiny with agitation. She had never been a traditionally pretty girl, her skin was prone to breakouts, her scalp flaky and her hair was mouse-brown, thin and lanky. She had also started to carry a bit too much extra weight around her middle which wasn't doing her any favours. Carly was nodding along with everything Erin had just said in complete agreement. "If you could do everyone a favour and keep your legs closed, we wouldn't be having this problem. " She added snidely. They had got to be kidding me. I stared back at them incredulously, my mouth open in surprise. Erin was well aware I was a virgin and hated Bradley with a passion. What was she playing at? I was really having to bite my tongue here. If I said what I wanted to say I would 100% get the s**t kicked out of me. I needed to be the bigger person and walk away, head held high. Just a few more months of this and I would be out of here, hopefully off to university, away from this dead-end town with its awful people. "You done?" I asked rhetorically. " I haven't got time for your petty jealousy. " I couldn't help but add, no doubt triggering Carly again. "Jealous ?" She sputtered back at me. "Of you? I mean look at your hair for a start." She sniggered staring at my hair. "It's going grey! You're a teenager and you have grey hair!" It was actually white but that was beside the point, I had been trying to disguise the white in my hair since I was 13. By the time I was 16 it had lost all its pigment and was completely white. I still don't know the reason why. My father was too drunk to even notice and I had never felt it was worth the doctor's appointment. I rolled my eyes and sighed out loud, sick to death of this crappy game. This wasn't a new observation from her, she felt like she needed to remind me of my hair colour on a daily basis. "Running out of new and innovative insults are we?" I retorted, watching her face grow angrier by the second. Fortunately for me, the bell started ringing for lunch, I could hear chairs scraping in classrooms and students gathered their belongings ready to go to lunch. The corridor would be filled with them shortly, giving Carly less opportunity to hit me again. "C'mon Babe", I heard Bradley say. "Remember the plan? It's not worth it." She grinned maliciously at me her eyes suddenly lighting up with glee before looking pointedly at my locker. "Having trouble opening it?" She asked knowingly, a nasty look on her face. "I hope there wasn't anything important inside..." My artwork! "What have you done!" I yelled at her. She just smirked and turned around, tossing her long bleach damaged hair over her shoulders, and walking away. That's when I saw a bunch of rolled-up paper Claire had been holding behind her back. I saw a familiar drawing in one of the rolls, it looked like one I had done in the local woods where I had spotted a lone deer grazing. It had taken me ages to complete that particular one and it was one of my favourites. "Give me that back!" I yelled after her. Students were filing out of class now and I was battling to keep up with them, I could just hear Carlys God awful giggling before I lost sight of them in the crowds. It looked like they were heading outside so I continued forwards, heading towards the exit. I pushed my way through the students, ignoring the protests and not caring about standing on other people's toes. By the time I got through the doors to the yard, I could see them huddled over what I assumed was my artwork on the floor, the smell of smoke drifting over to me, along with something else, a rich earthy pleasant scent I couldn't quite place. I ran over, to see the flames, knowing that there was absolutely no chance I would be able to salvage my work that was currently alight with flames on the ground. Something snapped in my mind and I let out a primal scream even I didn't know I was capable of, launching myself at Carly, I saw her eyes widen in shock. Before anybody had a chance to react, I drew my fist back and punched her right in the face, I heard the satisfying crunch of her nose breaking before blood started gushing all over her face and down her pristine white shirt. "You b***h!" She shrieked nasally, before bursting into tears. But I wasn't done. She had unleashed a rage from within that I had been carefully concealing for months. All the abuse from her, my ex-best friend, my drunken father, anybody that had ever hurt me, she was going to be the one that paid the price. I lunged for her again, swiping at her and managing to grab a chunk of her dry brittle hair. Bradley had now regained his senses and had overcome the initial shock of me losing my mind. He grabbed me clumsily, pulling me away by my cardigan and shirt, the latter was already strained tight against my breasts, and it could no longer take the pressure, buttons popped off, spilling all over the floor, exposing my chest and thankfully my one and only decent bra. As I was pulled backwards, Carly's hair came with me and I was left holding a big chunk of it in my hand. She screamed loudly, Erin and Claire swooping in beside her, trying to comfort her, now they could see I had been partially restrained by Bradley and it was safe for them to do so. I threw the hair on the floor in disgust, Bradley still had my shirt in his hands and had been trying to pull me back on himself in an effort to restrain me. I could feel his erection pressing into me from behind, I struggled against him trying to get free but that seemed to excite him more. "I love it when a girl puts up a fight", he whispered into my ear, breathing heavily in his excitement. "Get.The.Hell.Off. Me! " I yelled punctuating each word with a sharp jab of my elbow when he suddenly just let me go. Like a woman possessed I headed straight towards Carly again, my fury knew no bounds. I could see crowds of students had gathered around us in my peripheral vision, their jeering and shouting sounded muffled like they were far away. My anger was so great it had distorted all my senses. I could see Claire and Erin huddled around Carly like some pathetic human barrier. Claire's shocked pale thin face, her beady eyes panicked, her mouth flapping open and closed like a fish out of water. I couldn't hear what she was saying, I didn't even care. Erin looked just as pathetic, holding her arms out defensively as if that would make me stop. She glanced over my shoulder and I'm sure I saw a look of relief on her face but I ignored it, all I could think about was making Carly pay for what she had put me through, what they had all put me through. That deep earthy smell drifted over, stronger than before, breaking through the red veil of my anger. Distracted I glanced over my shoulder, I saw a furious looking headmaster heading my way from the school building, but that's not what had caught my attention. Steely grey eyes met mine, making my heart race for a completely different reason, they belonged to a man I didn't recognise and he was heading right for me. *Caleb’s POV* It had felt like the longest day, and it was barely even noon. I had been up since the crack of dawn training with the other Pack members like I did most mornings, but it hadn't gone well. One of our youngest wasn't taking it seriously enough, and to top it all off he was also failing his studies at school. I was currently on my way to the school to see the headteacher and discuss his behaviour and see if we could turn things around. The boy was 18 years old and was acting like a child, and I'd had just about had enough. I hadn’t been given the opportunity to go to school like he had, my education was based solely on werewolf politics, business and fighting. I wanted him to have a more normal experience, it’s what his parents would have wanted for him. It didn't help that his parents had died when he was young, much like my own. Bloody wolf wars! They seemingly arose for no reason. Petty squabbles and disagreements that got out of hand and led to dozens of our kind dying. Werewolves were renowned for having a terrible temper, and for being easily offended. At times we acted more animal than human, which made sense as we did share a part of our soul with one. I often struggled to rein my wolf in at times, and I was supposed to manage everyone else's in the pack. It was an honour and a burden at times, but I wouldn't have it any other way. We were a family, albeit a dysfunctional one. Back to the boy, I had a suspicion that girls were the issue. Most werewolves struggled to control their hormones in their teens, primal instincts leading them to act promiscuously. It wasn't just the men either; females also struggled. In some ways, it was a good thing we weren't as fertile as humans otherwise there would be a whole load more little pups running around, making our secret a lot more difficult to disguise. I was by no means a saint, and I'd had my fair share of experiences with the opposite s*x growing up. However, I also had the added responsibility of running the pack, one that my father had left to me and I took it seriously. I didn't have the time to go off gallivanting with women. I put my trust in the Goddess, waiting for the day she would bless me with my chosen mate, so we could lead the pack together. I was still fairly young myself so I wasn't in any rush to find her, it would happen when it happened. I had chosen to drive to the school rather than run, dressing formally for the occasion as most humans expected. I had a reputation to maintain. It had been particularly challenging to get the humans on side, most middle-aged men and women didn't like to be ordered around by someone half their age. However, a lot of the pack members held positions of authority in the community and as they answered to me, the humans would often follow their lead. It helped that I already knew the headteacher, Greg. We weren't exactly on best friend terms, in fact, I think he was intimidated, even a little scared of me. He owed me a favour though, a large one, that left him indebted to me for the foreseeable future, and I had been finding his skills particularly useful these past few months. The neighbouring Ridgeback Pack had been encroaching on our borders; taking chances and risking our tenuous treaty. I hadn't managed to catch them in the act but the area reeked of their scent and I was finding it infuriating. They were vicious, unpleasant, traditionalists and I didn't want them anywhere near us. Their last attack on our pack had caused great losses on both sides and despite it being over 15 years ago the wounds were still fresh and raw in all our minds. l got out of the car, slamming the door behind me and marching towards the large red brick building ahead of me. It looked old and run down; displaying window sills with cracked and peeling paint and faded signs directing you to various parts of the building. I didn't need the signs though, I just followed my nose. I could tell where the people I wanted to see were just based on their scents, and as one of them was a pack member it was even easier. He was linked directly to me, an invisible tether that let me know where he was at all times, all I had to do was focus on him. I'm here. I declared through our mind link, a particularly useful way of communicating with each other, especially when we were in our wolf form. Meet me at the entrance. Will just be a minute Alpha... He replied, sounding unusually excited and flustered. Somethings come up.. I frowned in annoyance, unhappy with his disrespectful attitude. Bradley, I warned him. I know! I’m sorry. He said and I sensed his worry at the tone of my voice, along with that undercurrent of excitement still running through him. It’s just..they’re fighting. I think she’s going to kill her. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, diverting off my original path and heading in Bradley’s direction. A bunch of teenage girls having a fight? Hardly a big deal. I doubted it would need Bradley to intervene, that’s what the teachers were there for, surely? I heard an angry scream, almost a battle cry, coming from somewhere near the back of the school and I quickened my pace. The last thing I needed was for Bradley to get mixed up in this. He’d probably been messing around with both girls and they’d found out. I found the pathway that led around the back of the building, striding across the broken paving stones towards the playing fields that backed on to my forest. Ahh crap. She’s broke her nose. Bradley said, sounding far too pleased about it. What kind of school was this? I could see a crowd of teenagers ahead of me, the sound of jeering filling my ears. There was a girl with badly bleached hair, sat on the floor shrieking nasally, blood gushing from her nose and tears streaming down her face. She looked vaguely familiar, I had a feeling this was the one Bradley had been seeing on a regular basis. I quickly scanned the crowd, looking for him, and It didn’t take long to spot him. He was staring at another girl; one with long white hair, wearing a uniform that was far too small for her. Her face was twisted in fury as she focused on the injured girl in front of her. She flew towards the bleeding girl on the floor, grabbing hold of her by the hair and pulling on it, hard. Bradley rushed towards her, pulling her backwards, and I heard the material tear as the clothes came apart in his hands but the girl didn’t even notice. A pile of paper lay smoking and smouldering on the ground nearby, the ashy acrid smell carrying over towards me in the breeze along with another scent. One that was a lot more appealing to me, and had my wolf wake up immediately, winding him up until he was almost in a frenzy. It took all my will power to control him, pushing him back down so my eyes wouldn’t give off that tell tale glow. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, all I knew was that I had to get closer to whatever was giving off that delicious scent. Another gentle gust of wind caught the hair of the girl Bradley was holding, and my wolf pushed forward again as a low growl grumbled from my chest. I couldn’t stand seeing another man holding on to her. Off! I told Bradley. He immediately let her go, stepping to the side and casting me a confused look. I ignored him, hurrying towards the girl. Not quite running, nor was I walking. My gaze was fully focused on her. She turned around and it was almost like time had slowed down. Long white hair fell in loose waves over her bare shoulders, plump rosey pink lips slightly parted called to me, their colour vibrant against her porcelain skin. My heartbeat quickened slightly, as large pale blue eyes met mine, a puzzled expression fleetingly passing over her face as if she noticed the connection we had, but it didn’t last. She turned her back to me once again, rushing towards the girl on the floor.

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