The Omega's Female Alpha

Chapter 2: Rumors

Five minutes and, her breakfast was served. I made her bacon and eggs ready. I set a plate in front of her on the bar counter and quickly stepped back, putting much-needed distance between us. Mother looks at the plate, and her glazed eyes, which were once beautiful shades of blue now dead.

"What have you done? You expect me to eat this?" she exclaimed, shoving greasy strands of blond hair off her face. I cower slightly as I duck my head instinctively but not timidly anyway.

"It's e-eggs, y-your favorite," I stuttered, my voice breaking into a nervous stutter.

"Are you talking back to me?" she shouted, and before I could comprehend, she grabbed an empty bottle of beer in front of her and threw it to me. My eyes widen, but in those infinite seconds, my instinct takes control and commands my body, making me hunker down in the last millisecond.

That was close, I whispered.

The glass bottle slams on the wall behind me, shattering into a million little pieces. But I'd still be second too late as a piece of glass grazes my right ear. Another small shard has scraped my temple as well. I felt a warm liquid oozing down and stinging cut. Like that, mother digs in the food, acting like there's no tomorrow.

I escaped to my class without her notice.

Mother wasn't like that. She used to be a pack warrior, the best of the best. She was in her prime light when she met her male omega mate from the neighboring pack. She was pregnant with me when an attack happened to that pack while my father was visiting his parents there. Sadly, my father didn't make it, and it made my mother deduce what she is now. Losing a mate was unbearable, and mother succumbed to it. She blamed me for not being able to save my father. Her pregnancy prevented her from shifting. And when she arrived at the pack, it was too late.

But no matter what she does or makes me do, I tolerate everything because she's only my family.

I grab a napkin from the drawer and gently dab my now-healing cuts, wiping away the blood. My wolf is weak due to severe malnourishment as a kid and lack of training. My werewolf abilities were also weak; that's why healing took a lot of time than the others.

I wipe the last blood and check for any spots on my shirt. I find a small blot on my shirt sleeve and ignore it. It is way too small to be noticed anyway.

I pushed the rim of my glasses up and hiked my backpack higher. I throw the bloodied tissue away on my way out of the house.

Now, it's not that I can't see without glasses. My vision is better than that of normal humans. It's just that not par on other wolves. My headaches and eyes tear up when I look too hard at tiny things or read too much. The pack doctor kindly suggested that I wear glasses with a minuscule amount of power. He told me it would heal once I found my mate the moment we marked each other.

Thinking about a mate, I'm afraid my future mate will like a weakling like me. What if she rejects me? What if she will not like me? I still have weeks before my nineteenth birthday, the day I'll meet my mate.

It takes a five-minute walk to reach the university. My house was situated on the border of pack territory and the no man's land, where you can all find establishments. Next to the no man's land is the Greyhound pack, the biggest pack in Aurora.

Thanks to Alpha Red's determination to talk about peace in Greyhound's Alpha, they made a treaty and established schools and universities for all wolves and humans alike.

Once the inordinate steel gates of Sue University came into view, I grimaced unintentionally; seeing as this is my least favorite place in the whole world, I need to endure to earn myself a degree. I took a deep breath as I walked to my locker leisurely and put a small smile on my face. My smile widens further when I spot Leona Lewis, my best friend since we were kids, leaning against my locker.

"Hey, Kaeya!" she greeted me enthusiastically.

Several heads snapped at us, and she ducked her head, slapping his hand over her mouth in embarrassment and panic. We wouldn't want to add more trouble now. We have a lot on our plate with bullying as it is.

Leona was also bullied in this university but not as much as I am. That's why avoiding necessary noise is a must for us. To avoid unwanted attention, I grabbed her elbow and led her to our first subject for today.

"What's all the buzz about?" I questioned Leona curiously, falling into step with her as we have in the common first subject.

"I don't know much. All I heard is that two new students transferred to our university. Wait a sec, I'll ask," she says, shaking her head. She then grabbed a passing freshman by the elbow, making him stop in surprise.

"Hey, do you know where the new students are?" she inquires, and his eyes widen the size of moons.

What's wrong with him?

"Umm," he gulped. "I-It's the Alpha Gemini and the Beta Kirsten of the Greyhound pack," he said nervously.

She was exaggerating, and I rolled my eyes at him. Leona gasps in shock, and her grip on his elbow loosens, which he takes as an escape and scurries away.

"What?" I asked, thrown off the loop by her reaction. This seems to pull her out of her reverie, and her head swivels in my direction so fast. I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"You don't know who is the alpha of the Greyhound pack, do you?" she caterwauls, her eyes widening again to the size of a saucer.