The Beast

Mates

As Isabelle lay in bed recovering from her injuries. Elena cleaned the foyer of the beta packhouse.

Each strain of wolf had its packhouse or headquarters.

A packhouse housed wolves who have yet to build or buy their own houses.

As the strength of a wolf's bloodline can harm those lesser than them or those not of the same strain of wolves separate packhouse was built.

It's called a house but it's really like a huge mansion. Each mansion housed specific wolves.

They were never within thirty kilometers of each other.

The biggest packhouse was of the dominant alpha strain. Not many alphas lived in that packed house because most of the dominant alphas had their own houses.

Some did choose to live there for convenience's sake. As everything is done and prepared for them in the packhouse.

The next biggest was the recessive alpha packhouse. As the largest group in the alpha strain, the packhouse housed many young adult wolves.

After that, the dominant beta and recessive beta packhouses were Of equal size. Both house the same amount of wolves. an estimate of ninety wolves in each. Which includes families with children.

Lastly the omega pack houses. Both dominant and recessive omega wolves' packhouses were filled to the brim.

Omegas out-populate betas and alphas alike. They were the weakest strain of wolves but they also keep the packs running.

Omegas were laborers of the pack. Think of it as if it were human society, omegas would be the minimum wage laborers. Such as garbage collectors, cleaners, and cooks.

While alpha and beta strains tend to be the leaders. Either governing the pack or handling business. Everything was based on a bloodline.

A dominant alpha could mate with a dominant beta and remain an alpha bloodline.

A recessive alpha and beta can be mates and the bloodline would become dominant beta or recessive. It depends on how strong the child's bloodline is.

Of course, if alphas mate with each other the bloodline would either be recessive or dominant. The same goes for betas.

However, if an alpha dominant or recessive mates an omega, their bloodline is automatically omega and the same goes for betas.

This was the hierarchy of the werewolf society. Your mate needed to match your standing otherwise if mated with an omega no matter how dominant your offspring was it would only be a dominant omega.

As for Isabelle and Elena. They weren't treated as alphas. They were lower than omegas. Even omega's who were standing in the pack wasn't high, tend to pity the girls.

It wasn't all bad, there was a time when many omegas would lend a hand out to the girls out of pity and concern. But it all change a few years ago before the golden boys left for training.

The golden boys were the nickname of the two most talked about wolves, next in line to lead the pack and the werewolf race. Tyler Moore and Ryan Grant.

Tyler was the alpha king's firstborn son, he was a dominant alpha as his parents were. Smart, upright, and hardworking were the words used to describe him.

Maybe he was so but to Elena and Isabelle, he and Ryan were their main tormentors.

It could be said they both started the current predicament the girls were in. They treated the girls as if they were slaves and when they disobeyed they would beat them.

Ryan especially took joy in tormenting the girls. He was next in line for the administration work with the king. The royal beta would be his title.

Ryan and Tyler noticed omegas would take pity on the girls and would help them out from time to time. Knowing they would be going soon, Ryan came up with a plan to make the girls' lives miserable.

Anyone caught helping the girls would be dragged and beaten to set an example. It didn't have to be done a couple of times for people to understand what the two wanted; complete isolation for the sisters.

They had no help and were abused every day. It was a miracle the girls even made it to adulthood. Then again, it would bring shame to the new king's household if something were to happen to the girls after he vowed to take care of them.

Elena hurriedly finished her work to finish her sister's side of the work. It was late into the night when she had finished everything. She had not eaten for the entire day and felt extremely drained.

Luckily, the omega cook who was uncharged sneaked her a loaf of bread with stew and two bottles of water. The older woman placed it in a basket and sent Elena on her way.

Elena took great care to take only the deserted areas to pass by. If someone saw her with this basket of food if they were ones with bad intentions she would not be able to protect it.

Plus her sister was probably still unconscious, she needed nutrients to start healing. Today she could be absent but tomorrow she couldn't.

If somebody went looking for Isabelle, that would make things complicated. Elena had to carry Isabelle to the infirmary to get a check tomorrow before they are scheduled to work its the only way.

Elena was deep in thought, she didn't even notice someone was following her until he spoke up.

"Elena," Elena stopped walking, her body trembling at the sound of his voice. His voice sounded like music to her. She could feel her body heating up and her mouth going dry.

"So it is you," The man spoke again, it sent shivers down her spine. "Elena, won't you look at me?"

Elena was frightened, turning around and looking at whoever was speaking to her will change everything.

It's either he rejects her or mates with her. At this moment she couldn't help but think about the things her sister always said to her ever since they were small.

Isabelle always told her when they met their mates it would be better, life would be better. That their mates would whisk them away from their horrible life.

Though she never believed Isabelle's words, she couldn't help but have an expectation towards her so call mate.

So Elena turned around. She kept her eyes down at his feet. Nervously fretting about whether or not she should look him in the eye.

But after a few moments she couldn't resist and let her eyes travel up his body to his eyes.

"You're my mate," Elena whispered, dropping the basket in her hands in shock. "You're Ryan!"

"I am a little mate," Ryan chuckled and walked up to her, he bent and picked up the basket and handed it over to Elena. "You've grown so beautiful."

Ryan raised his hand and Elena flinched back in instinct. "That's right. That's sorry I forgot. But don't worry. I'll make sure nobody touches you ever again.