A.O

"Cat!" My best friend Jennifer holler. "I'm coming!" I answer back, hastily leaning the broom against the wall. "What?" I question, looking up at her curiously. "Didn't you hear? She questions back, her time frantic. "The Alpha said that the Xander Zinoviev is coming tomorrow." She squeaks out getting more nervous as the second passed. "Um...so?" I stare at her dumbfounded. I mean yeah, he is the strongest Alpha known in the werewolf’s world but come on, he is just a werewolf like us. No biggy. Oh boy was I wrong. "So?!" She screeches, pulling onto her hair. "We must dress well! Alpha Jack's order." She yells clinging onto my arm, and rushing me up the steps to our Omega's quarter. My dear broom long forgotten. I sigh inwardly, living with about ten or so Omega cramped in one small place says a lot, with our pack being placed fourth with about three hundred weres. Which seem like a grain of rice compared to Alpha Xander's pack. Bouncing down onto the bed, I started to think that we are lucky that we came into this pack. Even though we are only granted a tiny space, at least we aren't being mistreated like what I've heard numerous times about what other packs done to Omegas. No food for weeks, no water for days, no clean clothes, no anything. And his pack does it the best. No one deserve to be treated like that. "Wow girl, what is with that 'death' look your shooting at my tinker bell?" Jen say grabbing her tinker bell figure that I'm subconsciously staring at. "Sorry, I was just thinking." I smile sheepishly at her, rolling my eyes when she continues to whisper sweet nothings to her bell. "Jen, we still have cleaning to do." I remind her, emphasizing on the word 'cleaning'. "Nah, Alpha Jake say we can take a day off to get ready for tomorrow." She retorts back nonchalantly, continuing her rampage around our shared closet. "How did you know all those and I don't?" I ask sceptically after a while. "Well, if you can stop daydreaming about unicorn and rainbows all day you will probably hear the mind link!" She deadpan. Oh.."Well you can't blame me for thinking about my mate! I mean I'm already twenty and normally people found their mate at eighteen or nineteen." I say starting to doubt that I even have one. Whenever I see people with their mates, I can't help the jealousy that rise up in the pit of my stomach. Did he get tired of waiting? Or does he already have a girlfriend? Will he even accept an Omega? The latter is my biggest insecurity, eroding my hope little by little. So much that it hurts. Jen sigh and walk over, slowly taking a seat beside me, giving up on her rampage for now. Placing her hands down on mine, "Cat, you will meet your mate one day, don't give up hope okay? Plus, I also haven't met my mate!" She points out enthusiastically, trying to cheer me up. During a time like this I'm glad I have her as my best friend or rather, a sister. "Thank you." I say sincerely. "Your most welcome." She replies back in a fake British accent, ruffling my hair. "So... let’s get ready for the oh so mighty Alpha Xander Zinoviev." I fist-pumped the air, adding sarcasm into my tone. Everything was chaotic, people, mostly the elderly including the Omegas were running in all four directions or rather all eight directions getting stuff ready. If you can imagine the elderly running. The thought blew pass my mind subconsciously. "Stop daydreaming Cat!" Another one of the Omega, Kol say holding a big metal pot going god knows where. Shaking my head, I took the black rubber band from my wrist and tie my hair up in a messy bun. Hmm where to start..."Cat over here!" An elderly woman waved me towards the curtains. After helping her which I now know who is Mrs Frazzle, changed the curtains, dusted it, and dusted it again, as she quoted, 'it's not clean enough'. I was already exhausted. Before I can even take a breath, "Cat! Come on." Jen roughly drag me along with her with the duster still in my hand. "Jen where are we going?" I ask giving her a side glance, focusing on not getting kill by the numerous sharp objects around. Leaving my question unanswered, the scent of baked honey chicken, cookies, and many more mouth-watering foods came swirling into my nostrils. "Wilson! I brought more help!" Jen yell proudly trying to gain an elderly man who's wearing a chef hat attention over all the noises. "Less talking, more working, now go wash those vegetables and julienne it." He commands pointing to the many large baskets fill with cabbage on a long rectangle metal table. I sigh, foreseeing my future with those cabbages. Why do they even need so much cabbage for? Before I can ponder on, "Stop daydreaming oh my god." Jen groan, rubbing her face. "Sorry." I say cheekily. So, for the rest of the afternoon I was cutting cabbage. I felt like laughing at the irony of that sentence, like seriously who spend the whole afternoon cutting cabbage? Me. "I'm-We're done!" I fist-pumped, breathing out an air of relieve. "Yeah Cat, we still got tons of things to do." Jen point out the obvious, successfully popping my bubble which I'm so comfortable living in. "I know so what now?" I complain. "Dress up!" She cheers, her eyes twinkling with excitement. What...? I stood there dumbfounded but there are still so many things to do. "But-" "Oh, shush all the girls have already went up to their rooms to get ready, leave the rest for the men." Jen say all giggly like she's on a sugar rush or something. Talking about food, before she can haul me to god knows where again, I sneakily grabbed a chocolate chip cookie or maybe two. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (-.-) "So why are we dolling up for?" Before she can answer, "I know Alpha Xander the great is coming but we are just Omegas, are we needed to be present in front of him? Shouldn't all the higher ranks female weres be the one to get ready?" I ask trying not to moan when as the comb massages my scalp. But seriously we Omegas would be just serving food, continuing the cleaning up although everything is already spotless. "Dear Catalonia, you are so dead to the outside world!" Jen reprimand, putting down the comb and start the braiding process. I unknowingly pouted, I love that feeling. "Rumours are heard that Alpha Xander not only come for a business deal with our pack but also to search for his mate." Jen say her voice an octave lower. "Oh..." That's why all the girls were all giggly and excited. Maybe I should've paid more attention to the outside world. "Now quiet I need to focus on getting you ready." She shushes me, putting her slick finger onto my lips. While she's busy doing her masterpiece, that's what she called it, I decided to talk to my wolf, Zara. "Hey." "Sup Lonia!" "How are you doing?" "Fine." She said in the same fake chirpy tone, I know she's longing for her other half. "Do you feel any pain?" I asked that because if our mate either died or having s*x with any other female, Zara would have felt it and before I can feel the pain too, she will try to shoulder everything. "No, but I did feel tingles." "Zara, don't lie to me." "Okay okay! I did feel pain sometimes but seriously I felt tingles." "Zara..don't burden all the pain to yourself, let me shoulder some of it with you too." "No! I will do everything I can, until then please don't think so much, because the pain that I felt is not his dying or having sex..it's just physical." When she said that I felt a rock of heaviness being lifted from my heart, right before it can be transformed into tears. That's right Catalonia Wist, you must have faith in your mate. "Huala!" Jen exclaim all of a sudden, breaking my trance. "Don't scare me like that!" I exclaim, putting a hand over my overworking heart. I would die of blood rush first before I could because of sugar rush! "Stop being a woozy and look at yourself." She urges turning the chair around. Peeking to the mirror, I gasped, I rarely or should I say never put on makeup until now. Now I understand why girls loves makeup, it really gives their ego a boost, and considering my is very small, it's much needed. Jen uses dark blue, close to black as the main colour for my eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, concealer lastly blood red lipstick. I never felt so beautiful. "Are you done gagging at my masterpiece?" Jen boast proudly, crossing her arm. "Thank you thank you thank you!" I jump up giving her a huge hug that lasted a full one minute. "You're welcome Cattie." Jen whisper. "Now wait for me while I apply mine, and then we can put on our dresses." Dress? When did I ever picked one? "I chose one for you yesterday after you fell asleep on my bed." She says answering my unspoken question. "Oops my bad, thanks again Jen, what would I do without you!" I gush wiping off imaginary tears, before falling onto her single bed, purposely ignoring her killer glare. "Hey don't mess up your hair!" "Okay okay." I giggle getting up. "Can I braid your hair?" I'm not good at makeup, but I sure am good at braiding, I remember when my mum teaches me how to braid all type of styles and how dad always compliment me on the braids that I've done on mum. An ache builds on my chest. I missed those feelings of her delicate auburn hair on my fingers. "Cat, she's at a better place." Jen comfort. "I know, I just miss her and dad." I smile sadly. It's been three years since they died in a rouge attack. The feeling of emptiness, that night really did killed me, if it's wasn't for Jen and her pigging out on food method, I would still have the death blank looked in my eye. But now I learnt to let it go. Letting go doesn't mean to forget but instead it means to not hurt when you think about them. The things and memories that they created with me will forever remained embed in my heart, forever and always.