Omega's Submission

Ch 02

In the darkness and the light, my hope had always been one. Zoe always told me that if you didn't stand up for yourself then they would make sure you won't even live to see your eighteenth, and maybe she was right. Maybe this time, my punishment would take my life and I wouldn't even live to find my mate.

For so long, I have believed my mate would be the end of it. He would be the end of this pain and suffering. Nobody accepted me or gave me their name. I was an orphan first, then an omega and now a slave to my adoptive siblings as if our parents had left me behind to serve after their deaths. The omegas were treated badly already but to be treated worst by omegas was something I wished I didn't have to go through.

My body shivered and my teeth clattered. The few layers of clothing I had on, were doing too little to protect me from the biting cold. I was going numb slowly and a fear colder than my surroundings began to creep up my spine.

Dying. I was dying in this cold.

"Elara." a voice resounded from somewhere far away. I struggled to open my eyes but managed to do so with the remaining energy in me. But I found nothing different, the same dark and barren basement space stared back at me.

I was going crazy first I guess, hearing voices and having illusions before I would finally die.

"Get up! You are not going crazy." The unfamiliar female voice resounded again.

I froze. This time not because of the cold but because of the voice's presence in my head and the realization of it.

"W-who are you?" The words came out of my dry lips as barely a whisper.

"Let me take over and you will see."

Too weak. I was too weak to protest and so, I let it go. I let myself go and submit the control to her. In a snap of a second, I felt the sheer force envelop me and surround me in a whirlwind until my back curled off the ground. A bone snapped and before I could register the immense pain rupturing through me, several others snap resounded. My entire being was breaking and reshaping into another one. One that I had been waiting for days and it was only when my body was getting morphed into an animalistic one, did I realize whose voice it was.

My wolf. She was here.

The pain lingered as the cracking sound faded and silence resettled in the darkness once again as everything resorted to normal except me. I was not the same anymore neither did I feel the same. My blood was pumping harder through my veins and my heart hammered as I registered everything. I was no more cold, instead a white fur coated my skin and in the darkness, my wolf vision helped me see the beauty of it.

'How is this possible?' I spoke in my head, to my wolf. I had heard stories about it from everyone. How the first transformation was painful yet awakening and how you could communicate with your wolf in your head. This time, I didn't speak out loud but rather let out a simple thought. I needed to see if she was there and I wasn't going insane and hearing voices.

'I am Frost, your wolf and we have turned eighteen.' There was a purr from her or me. It was like I was watching from behind my eyes but she held control of my body. 'We made it, Elara and I wasn't going to let us die from frostbite.' Her elegant voice whispered through my head. It was regal and smooth in the most beautiful of ways. Now that the cold was gone and the warm coat had me returning to my senses, I could put the pieces together.

It was midnight. I had been in here for hours and the day had changed and it was the day of the solstice now, my birthday. All those years, I had been unaware of this. The fact that I was born on the longest of nights, the most celebrated in the werewolf world.

'What's the point of living anyways? I am locked up in here, to freeze to death. The world wants me dead.' I murmured to Frost in my head. A feeling of warmth radiated off her. She seemed to be more hopeful than me.

'There are many reasons. For starters, we have yet to find our mate.'

Mate. I would be able to sense my mate now.

A tether, an anchor. That was what the thought felt like, the thought of liberation from here.

'But we would have to get out of here for that.' She reminded me.

'That's impossible. Willow won't let me out until my punishment's over.' I admitted defeatedly. I have been punished before and never had she let me out before a day or two. This was the first time she had resorted to the basement, otherwise it would usually be one of the rooms.

'We don't need her to get out. Don't you feel it?' On cue, Frost turned us around and pounced into the room with a strength I hadn't felt before. I felt her, our paws hit the ground as she ran through the basement and stopped short before the door. There was immense strength running through me and I could feel it bursting through me.

'You're stronger now. Stronger to take a stand on your own. For years, I have silently watched you suffer, but not anymore.' The softness in her voice was gone.

'But wait-' Before I could say anything, a bang resounded on the door. Immediately, Frost cornered us into a side.

"Damn it. Why won't it budge?" Sage, the youngest of my adoptive siblings, was at the other side of the door. All three of them were older than me and while the older two were adamant about making my life a living hell, Sage couldn't care less about me. She pretended like I didn't exist except when she wanted anything done. I didn't if it was a good thing or bad.

Finally, the door blasted open after her multiple attempts.

"Elara?" She called out but Frost remained quiet. His breath was calm and steady as if she was waiting for a chance to pounce but I held her back.

"I know you're in there." She said when we didn't reply. "Willow and Finn are out and I have friends over. Get your ass out of there and get the drinks ready." With that, she turned and left, leaving the door open for me.

'What do you want to do?' my wolf asked me, sensing my hesitance. If I tried to escape right now, it would be impossible to do it quietly, considering her friends were over. However, if I complied and served them then there was a chance of eventually finding a way out. As if reading my thoughts, she let go of the control as my bones cracked once again and within moments, I had transformed back into my human body.

It felt surreal but the strength still lingered even in this form. However, I was naked now with nothing on. So I rose to my feet and grabbed my shredded clothes before beelining for the nearest room out of the basement. Fortunately, there was no one in sight and I had expected that since Sage usually kept her friends in her room.

I quickly put on my clothes while talking to Frost about all the cool stuff I would be able to do now. She guided me through a few things, until I was outside Sage's bedroom, with the tray in hand, waiting for her to open it. I planned to serve the drinks, wait for them all to be distracted enough while I gathered my stuff and sneak out. And I had to do it all before Willow and Finn were to return.

Sage let me in and only when she had opened the door did I realize how crowded it was. I quietly served them the only drink we had and it was the last bottle of Finn's favourite Whiskey. He wouldn't be too happy to find out about it later but that would be on Sage.

'Quick. We don't have much time.'

Frost was right. I had no idea when would they be back and that was worst.

I extended the tray to each of her friends one after another. I recognized some of their faces as they would often come over and Sage would have me do all the work. This wasn't the first time I was doing any of it yet my hand was shaking and my body was shivering as if it was on fire. My wolf sensed it and I could feel an explanation coming when a hand grabbed my own.

"Calm down darling, it's only us." The male voice had my eyes widening. I looked up from the tray and found an unfamiliar man staring back at me. Something clicked in me, and a sense of disgust overtook me at the touch of another man, other than my mate.

"Let go of me," I said and tried to pull my hand back while balancing the tray.

"I didn't know you had a feisty one around." He said, a disgustingly amused grin appearing on his face. My younger adoptive sister only snorted and went back to gossiping about something. The blood rushed to my ear as I held myself back from making an unnecessary scene. I needed to stay focused on getting out of here, without attracting much attention. Twisting my hand out of his grip, I served the rest and quickly rushed out of the room and back to the kitchen.

It was hard to focus when my senses were heightened now and I could hear the bustling music now resounding in Sage's room across the hall. I shook my head and grabbed whatever snacks we had in the house, which wasn't much. Pouring the contents into my bag, I zipped it up and whirled around to come face-to-face with the guy from earlier.

"Fuck." Startled, I stepped back and shrieked.