Rejected but still desired

Selena POV: The alarm blared and I woke up immediately. My senses were in overdrive even if I didn't have a wolf, I still had a sense of self preservation. The sirens were blaring continously and not stopping, which could only mean one thing, we were under attack. Probably rogues. I rolled off the hard mattress in the servants quarters and started running while I was barefoot. Other servants were still doing their jobs, as an omega they knew their life counted for nothing but as for me, as a wolfless omega all I can say to that is f**k that! I will not die for some stupid pack that couldn't show me an ounce of kindness for eighteen years! The siren keeps blaring as I slip past many of the maids rushing with supplies for their high born children, securing blankets and towels and I knew where I was going. If the sirens were blaring from the east border then it would be best to escape out through the western border, which meant walking or running or in my case both through the corn field which was so creepy at night but did I have a choice? Absolutely not! I needed to get out of here before I was sold off or worse used as some high ranking bastards concubine or baby machine in place of their barren mates. If I have learned anything in my 18 years here and I say 18 because I don't remember a time not being here, well it would be that low ranking women don't get a happy ever after. You're bullied at school, abused by the pack at home, malnutritioned, you get a wolf and Goddess forbid you mate with a high ranking wolf because we all know how that turns out but for the audience in my head that does not, well, first they mate you but only in the physical sense if you catch my drift and not at all in the accepting sense, then they mark you and take another high ranking wolf as their mate and you become their concubine, strengthening them with the mate bond while they drain your strength until you eventually succumb and die from pure heart break. My feet was slapping hard against the marble floors as I ran for the kitchen exit, the main room for all the spoilt brats was empty which is good, it means that they were all probably in the underground bunkers, hiding like the rats they were. Anyway, as I was saying, once you die, they continue living, feeling nothing because they're marked to someone else. It's absolutely cold and in my opinion the worst thing that they could do to you besides selling you off at their yearly autumn festivals to some high lord bastards with harems looking for fresh meat and then you will have to find your place among a bunch of undervalued women with Stockholm syndrome. Now you know my reasons for running, I'd be eighteen soon and I knew already that I wouldn't get my wolf. How? Well, take a look at me. I'm scrawny, with revealing ribs and a sunken stomach, my nails don't drow and neither does my hair, I'm severely malnourished. How am I running right now? Well, with my legs, I swear the voice in my head doubts everything I say but seriously, I don't have a choice, it's either run now or lay on my back soon enough and have someone take from me over and over and I'm a selfish person, hard headed and I refuse to give myself to anyone! The siren was still blaring and I pressed myself against the shadows of the cold brick wall, just in time too. A group of warriors were running past, I could smell blood on them, which means, give or take this could last five minutes and then I would have ten minutes to escape before the patrols start and they give the all clear. Then everyone will return to the pack house and the staff will be accounted for. I'm not the first one to attempt to escape like this and no! I'm not going to mention the consequences of being caught because I won't be caught. The ground was stabbing at my barefeet as I navigated through the corn stalks. I'm pretty sure there's a horror movie about this and I can understand why. I tried to run through but it was proving a bit difficult with only the moon light and having no real sense of direction as to where this ends. I just had to keep moving. Then I smelled it, the sulphuric smell of rotten eggs and death. I froze immediately, praying that it didn't smell me. It let out a low menacing growl and I slowly turned around to look into the glowing eyes of the menacing wolf staring at me as it's jaws snapped and drooled like a rabid dog. I gulped. Boy was I totally f****d! It was getting ready to pounce on me and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, ready to embrace death with open arms.