My unscentable omega mate

Chapter 1.

Olivia POV

"Please leave me!" I screamed in terror.

Being surrounded by several alphas, I felt how they pushed me, how they enjoyed watching me suffer, making me drop the tray with plates I was carrying in my hands.

"Oh come on Liv... Are you that delicate? We are just playing, why are you crying?" one of them asked cruelly.

I couldn't help it, even though I didn't want to cry in front of them, even though I didn't want to show my weakness, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Feeling how they pushed me, and how they took advantage of those slight moments touching me to abuse my body, touching places they shouldn't, pulling up my dress and making me scream.

"Stop! Somebody help me!" I screamed in terror.

Laughing, they finally had enough, and giving me one last push they let me fall to the ground. The biggest of them all, the alpha who enjoyed teasing me more than anyone else, took my chin between his fingers lifting my face to look me in the eye.

"When it's our wedding night, I promise I'll make you scream even louder than this..." He said repulsively, kissing one of my cheeks.

I swatted him away from me, and with laughter he finally let go, returning to his silly friends, who continued to mock me.

I was in the kitchens of the house of the alpha leader of my pack, surrounded by many other omegas who were also slaves like me. They had all witnessed how those alphas abused me, but did nothing about it, leaving me to suffer even when I was desperately screaming for their help.

Knowing what my sad reality was, I stood up, wiped my tears, and picked up the mess on the kitchen floor, having to continue with my chores in the house as if nothing had happened.

My name is Olivia… and I am the beautiful 21-year-old omega of the Blood Moon pack.

I have beautiful long black hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, and a delicate figure that makes me seem fragile to others. My curse is that being so beautiful but weak as a simple omega, I have no one to care about me, nor to defend me from the constant humiliations to which I am subjected, not to mention some wolves without a mate who pays attention to me.

I am an orphan, my mother died when I was nine years old in a fight with rebel wolves that attacked my parents in the countryside. My father died several years later, but after losing his mate it was never the same. Besides that, he was crippled, bound to a wheelchair that never allowed him to be a free wolf again.

Being alone, without family, and being of such a low rank in the lycanthrope world, I had to work as one more servant of the alpha; preparing food for warriors, washing clothes, cleaning, etc. Working days and nights for the privilege of a plate of food and a bed to rest in.

The omegas do not have the right to live in their own homes, all the other wolves own their huts, but the omegas are given to these families to serve the community, and in return they give them a place to live even if they do not even have the right conditions. All thanks to the "mercy of their alpha", the tyrant who governs us, he hardly cares about himself and leaves crumbs for his people, but he is sadistic and that is why many follow him.

I’m at the service of a married couple and their children, fortunately, none of them pay attention to me. I always wear old clothes, and my long hair is always tied up and covered by a rag. My room is nothing more than a dirty space behind a barn, a place that stinks are dirty, full of cockroaches, and in the center of the small space a single bed and a small table next to it, I have no electricity so I use a lamp when I wants to read.

Well… Actually I don’t really know how to read or write, but one day I found a magazine in the trash about fashion. I saw beautiful young women wearing beautiful clothes in vibrant colors and dreamed of one day being able to wear something like that.

Sometimes I cries my misfortune: "Why?" Is the question I ask the moon night after night. “Why can't I be happy, why am I despised for being an omega, why didn't I ask to be born this way? Can anyone decide where to be born and how? Can we decide where, or under what status? Can anyone decide that destiny?”

Coming into the world to be loved and accepted is what everyone deserves but doesn't always get.

I could not decide it, I was born like that, with humble parents, I was born with the status of omega and the worst thing is that I could not escape my destiny. Omegas were forbidden to study or work in other areas. I did not choose it, but people from my own pack hated me.

I often had to protect myself from other males who tried to rape me. Locking myself in my room because no one would defend my, and no one would lift a finger to prevent another wolf of higher rank from playing with me. None of them really wanted me. So having so much suffering I decided that what I wanted to get away from here, escape from my pack and see my fate in another one place. A very risky decision since they could kill me if they discover me, but necessary if I wanted to change my destiny.

Soon I would escape from my city and look for a new life that would allow me to help others. Because at no time had my sad childhood and part of my youth made me a bad person. On the contrary, I was more kind and sweet with others, a bit distrustful but once you got to know me you couldn't resist being my friend.

I had dreams and goals to accomplish, I didn't want to see the world through a magazine, and I wanted to know what was beyond the limits of this lands. I being an omega must flee my pack before they hurt me, though for some reason evading those wolves that hurt and humiliate me has become harder.

I don't know the reasons but apparently, my scent has disappeared or they no longer pick up my presence which is a good thing to go unnoticed. Losing my scent is something rare and unique but I don't think much of it because that way I am not detected by others; but I detect those around me.

So I plan to go to another pack. I heard of the Bewitched Moon pack, they are a strong pack and apparently treat people and wolves alike well, they would be kind to me or so I hoped. I knows I am so insignificant to my pack and my alpha that no one will notice if I disappear; but I have my doubts, going to another pack is scary, I fear alphas and betas more than anything else.

I heard it while I was in her alpha lord's kitchen, the women were talking about how some wished to leave there and were tortured, abandoning their alpha is heavily punished in some cases even with death. But I couldn't take it anymore, even if it made me sick to the terrible fate of being tortured, I had to try to escape to find my destiny, which I'm sure is not to stay in this place to wash dishes and be abused by those damn alphas.

For a long time, I was terrified at the thought of leaving, but I don't know at what point my scent disappeared, I only know that I’m going to take advantage of it.

When the night comes with a small backpack I fill the few belongings I have and some food for the trip that I stole from the kitchen, ready to escape from that terrible nightmare that is my life.