Reincarnated into an Omega

Lowly Omega, Hazel

The woman kept rambling on and on as she drove us to her pack, well…my pack now. The thought of being in a pack that wasn’t Night Stone weighed heavily on my heart. I didn’t belong to any other pack but the Night Stone, even if all the members were long gone and dead from this world.

She kept talking about people I didn’t even know. None of the names sounded familiar to me. She was complaining about someone named Nora and how she was some spoiled rotten child that had everything given to her. She turns to me and pats a hand on my thigh.

“I know she’s a real handful, but don’t let her get to you Hazel. In the end she’ll get what’s coming to her. That boy only thinks he loves her, but it’s her beauty on the outside that he’s in love with, not the rotten core that she hides from everyone.”

Again, I have no idea what this lady was going on about. Apparently, this Nora chick was an enemy to Hazel. Maybe a bully or some sort? If that was the case, they were all about to have a rude awakening. I don’t deal with bullies, never have and never will.

I may have had the privilege of being the Alpha’s daughter, but in our pack bullying our own kind and family members was not okay and against the moral conduct of our laws. We treated each other with respect, loyalty, and kindness. I soon learned that not all packs thought the same way though. When I was thirteen my father held a banquet for a pack he was planning to sign a treaty with. The Alpha had brought his wife and daughters with him, along with his Beta and his family as well.

I wasn’t expecting to be snubbed right away by the girls and was a bit thrown off by it. I lived with a pack family who loved unconditionally and with a whole heart, no matter what station we each were in. Seeing as how my best friend Myron was an omega they thought it was a disgrace by that fact. He may have felt the hurt their words evoked in him, but I was livid.

The night ended in disaster with the guests daughters hair, face and clothing completely covered in pig slop. To save face my father had to ‘reprimand’ me in front of the other Alpha and apologized profusely for the disrespect I had caused them all.

I may have gotten in loads of trouble, but it was well worth it to see a smile return to my best friend’s face.

Now to learn that this Hazel girl had bullies of her own made me a tad angry. Bullying was a disgusting trait that no one should display. But I guess we all can’t be saints.

It took only twenty minutes to get where we were going. I stiffen when she pulls up to a massive metal gate that was adjoined to giant massive concrete walls. On top were dozens of sentinels that coasted up and down with guard uniforms.

“I’ve always thought these gates were so ugly. It makes this place look like a fortress of war.” She mumbles.

A man walks up to her window and peers inside. His eyes wide in shock. “You found her?” He asks the woman next to me.

“Sure did, now open up Gerald. Her momma is already sick enough with worry for her.”

He walks away and yells up to the men to open the gates. The loud creak of the iron hinges made the hair on the back of my neck and arms stand up. How the hell did Hazel ever get the chance to leave this place?

Passing the gates and straight through the small tunnel my mouth gapes wide open at all the luxury of this place. It was huge to say the least. I look over to see dozens of homes looking near brand new, standing at least two stories high. Each had their own yard with trees abundant. The street we were driving on was sleek and smooth. The stores buildings were freshly painted, and their signs were done beautifully. The place looked clean and well kept.

It was seriously a hundred times better than that of Night Stone. She makes a left turn, going down another street showing a massive high school with a front yard that was well maintained. Dozens of teenagers were scattered around talking and goofing off.

I stare as she goes down another turn and I’m met with a huge, gigantic mansion three times the size of my own home. That had to be the main pack house. Nearly plastering my face to the window, I watch as that too disappears.

“You act like you haven’t seen this place before, Hazel. What’s with the jaw dropping expression?” The woman asks in bewilderment.

I instantly sit back in my seat, forgetting myself momentarily. I couldn’t very well tell her that I actually have never been here before. That wouldn’t go over too well. Suddenly the road turns into gravel, making the ride a bit uncomfortable. Just as the place was beautiful and neat this next part was its complete opposite.

At first we hit a couple of streets of nothing but warehouses, barns and trailer yards holding goods and whatnot. It became less clean and less green. The grass slowly fades into weeds that were dry and dead, then into nothing but dirt with trash here and there. The houses that came into view were one stories and looked ready to give up on standing. Some were still sturdy enough, but others looked like safety hazards.

I was confused by this part of town. Why wasn’t it like the rest of the place? Looking at the people, they seemed torn down and exhausted. Their clothes weren’t in the best shape and their hygiene could use some good body wash. There were children helping their parents with laundry as they hang them out on lines, others were pulling crates of covered goods.

Then we finally come to a stop.

“There you go sweetie. I’m sure your mother is already home from the warehouse, so go on ahead inside before it’s too late.” She starts pushing me to get out of her car. I watch as she looks around with a bit of disgust on her face, but when she turns back to me she gives me a tight little smile.

“Go on.” She waves at me.

As soon as I shut the door she was gone. Uh, what now? She just dropped me off in the middle of this dump without a backwards glance. Looking around I see people beginning to stare at me, but they don’t come close or try and talk to me. I give a small smile before turning around and stare at the sad little house I was now in front of.

The paint was completely chipped and faded. The top step was crooked and slightly caved in, looking like it was about to break. The yard was uncut in small places while others was just packed dirt. There was metal and broken-down appliances shoved in one corner on the side of the house, dirty and covered in dust. The small porch, that was there, could use new boards and sitting on top was a lawn chair that didn’t look any better than the rest of the house.

Was this where Hazel lived? Was this depressing, pathetic little building to be my new home? My heart sinks to the bottom of my gut. The small chain linked fence no longer held its purpose as half of it was torn out and pretty much anyone or anything could crawl right into the yard. I stare at the gate wondering why it was even there as the fence attached to the swinging door was completely missing.

Not bothering to open the damn thing, I just simply move to the side and step right on through. I walk up the three steps that was there, skipping over the top one and nearly fall to my ass as the boards beneath me wobbled unsteadily. Catching my balance, I let out a relieved sigh.

I didn’t want to touch the doorknob; afraid all kinds of germs and diseases were just waiting to attack my semi clean hand. Taking a deep breath, I clasp the knob and a sudden vision slams into me, completely unprepared of its invasion.

Not in control of my own body I watch as my hand clenches the doorknob tightly. There was a man yelling on the other side of the door, followed by a loud crash and a woman whimpering. I can feel the real Hazel wanting to leave and never look back. Just as she was about to do just that, the door bursts open, revealing an angry man, who was clearly drunk.

“Where the f**k do you think you’re going?! Where the hell have you been huh?!”

He reaches forward, grabbing the front of her shirt and roughly pulls her in. Throwing her against the floor he slams the door shut, releasing me of the vision.

I stare at that doorknob with dread. Was I really ready to stumble into that hellhole of her life? What was waiting for me on the other side of this door? Gaining my composure, I turn the knob and step inside. What I find wasn’t what I had first expected.

The place was actually decently clean. Everything was in place and nothing was out of order. It may not have matching furniture or name brand products, but it seems everything was well used and taken care of. I stand in the dimmed hallway, the kitchen just to my left, the living room to my right.

I was alone.

Taking a few steps further in I see a vase on a table stand in the hallway where an old telephone was placed. The vase had been previously broken, then carefully put back together again. It was clear this family was barely getting by.

I stare into the kitchen as another vision hits me.

“Mama, look what I made!” A little girl, no older than four years old, stood on a stool next to her mother, who was rolling out dough on the table. The woman gives little Hazel a bright smile.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s wonderful! Now let’s put it on the cookie sheet to get ready to bake it. Once it’s done you can decorate it any way you want.”

Hazel giggles in delight and does just as her mother suggests.

The visions then disappears again.

In the vision it had been bright with sunlight, but now it was dark and cold. The place looking dismal and unhappy. I walk away and head down in the hallway. Not sure which room was Hazel’s, I had a pretty good idea as one door held a sad beat-up sign, that read ‘Keep Out’.

I open the door and peek inside. It was a sad pathetic little room. A single bed with a very worn-out blanket and a pillow with no case, even the mattress held no sheet on it. There was also no headboard or a base board, the mattress was just laid on the ground. The brown carpet was kept clean, but it was old. The six-drawer dresser was chipped and one of the drawers wouldn’t go in all the way. It’s been painted over multiple times and was the only other furniture in the room.

The window was covered in the sheet that should have been on the bed. On one side of the wall were papers of drawings. I walk over to it to see they were pencil drawings of wolves. Placing a hand on one, another vision hits me.

The sound of a pencil scraping on paper catches my attention. I turn to find a much older Hazel, maybe fourteen, fifteen years old, huddle at her dresser, just standing there bent over as she scribbles back and forth. I walk up just behind her to see a half-done drawing of a beautiful wolf staring back up at me.

A sudden tear drop falls on the paper, smearing the lead of the drawing. I then hear her sniffle as she roughly wipes her eyes. Kneeling down next to her I see the large bruise on her cheek that was beginning to show.

Once again the vision fades and pulls me back to reality. I was now understanding that this body was showing me the life of the girl I was now possessing. Stepping back from the wall I slump on the bed, just to feel it bow into itself. With a heartfelt sigh, my heart aches for this girl. Looking around I see she doesn’t own very much, if anything, at all.

Wrapping my arms around myself, tears well up knowing that her sad world was now my very own. Getting up, I search in her closet for some decent clean clothes. They were all plain but suitable to wear for my taste. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, and some clean underwear I head for the shower. I was desperate to get in and out before either of the parents were home.

Strange, the woman, who I never even got her name, said that Hazel’s mom should be home, but she wasn’t. The bathroom was in okay condition, other than one of the faucets being broken off, I find pillars, sitting on the counter to turn it on with.

The hot water didn’t last very long, so I quickly wash my hair and body with the cheap shampoo, that didn’t even lather my hair and soap that held no scent whatsoever. Being in this situation made me feel spoiled and somehow it made me feel a bit ashamed for it.

I quickly get dress in the small bathroom, finding she seemed to like loose clothing. The waist of the pants was not cutting it for me. Holding them up, I leave the bathroom and run back into Hazel’s room.

Shutting the door, I search for a belt that I could use. Just as I fold the clasp I hear the front door open. My body freezes in panic and my mind instantly sets to hide somewhere mode. I was just about to hide in the closet when I reminded myself that I wasn’t me, Safina, but Hazel, the girl I now was.

Taking another deep breath, I open the bedroom door and peek out in the hall. There, standing in the hall with her hands covering her face, was Hazel’s mother. She looked nothing like in the vision. She had been bright and happy, but now she seemed lifeless and worn down. Remembering what the lady had said about everyone searching for Hazel, I clear my throat to get her attention.

She flinches at the sound and quickly looks up with tear filled eyes. Upon seeing me she doesn’t hesitate as she rushed forward and pulls me in a death grip of a hug.

“Oh my god! Hazel, you came back!” She sobs into my shoulder.

As soon as we collided a mass of different visions of memories floods through me, one after the other. Memories of when Hazel was a baby, both looking so happy, of when they played at the neighborhood park, of Hazel’s first day of school. When she got her first period and when she had gotten her heart broken for the first time.

As much as there were happy memories, there was also sad ones.

Ones where her father had hit her mother for the first time in front of her. Of when she had raised her voice against him for being a drunkard and getting hit in the process, while her mother begged for him to stop. Of watching her mother come home late at night from a hard day’s work, looking beat and exhausted, while her father slept in the living room watching tv.

I didn’t know what to do as she just holds onto me crying her heart out. The memories were almost too much to bare, as I felt every emotion of those events hit through me like a sledgehammer hitting against cement. Holding in my own tears I gently pat her on the back, afraid to say the wrong thing. I wasn’t sure how their relationship was with each other now, but regardless of what it was before, Hazel was no longer here, so it was up to me to be a better daughter to her.

“I’m sorry…m-mom.” I whisper, feeling awkward calling her that.

I severely hoped my real mother, up there in the heavens, didn’t mind me calling someone else something that could only be her.

She finally releases me, taking my face in the palms of her hands. She looked a hot mess, sorrow filling her eyes as she looks into my own. She frowns just a little as she gives me a weak smile.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I promise we’ll get through this together. Don’t ever feel like you’re alone in this world, I’m right here with you.” She brokenly whispers.

Words that weren’t meant for me. My heart breaks all over again as she will never know that the daughter she holds so dearly was no longer a part of this world.

How was I supposed to handle this? Before either of us could say another word, the front door once again slams open revealing the man from Hazel’s memories. He was far different than before. More meaner, more out of it, like he is constantly angry, constantly drunk.

How could they ever continue to live like this, with this awful man?

He stops in his tracks when he sees me standing there. A sneer crosses his face and he sloppily walks towards us both. Hazel’s mother instinctively blocks me from him. The action only makes him laugh.

“So, you finally show your pathetic face back here, huh? What the hell makes you think we want you as well? Why don’t you throw yourself back out in those woods and never come back, you always were good at running away like the scared little rat you always were.”

His words didn’t bother me one bit. But her mother was a different matter. I could feel the rage coming off of her, but also the fear of this man. She takes a step towards him as she yells,

“It’s your fault for making her this way! For making us both this way! How could you treat your own daughter as if she was just trash beneath your feet?!”

Pure rage pierces his eyes as he walks right up to her and hits her as hard as he could. I gasp in horror as she is thrown against the wall, her head hitting hard. She slides down in a heap as he seethes down at her viciously.

“Shut your damn mouth, you b***h! My fault?! Its your fault she is the way she is! Both of you are nothing but weak females to serve their betters and to keep me content! That is your purpose in your weak pathetic lives!”

He goes to hit her again and that was where I had it with him. I could feel her simmering inside as she too was done with this asshole. Feeling my wolf rise within me I let her take a little bit of control.

Stalking right up to him I swing back my arm and with her strength we sock him dead in his ugly ass face. The force reeling him backwards and landing him right on his ass.