Allie stilled in the night. Quiet and trying to hide in between the trees. She had a handmade crossbow that was currently sitting across her outstretched legs, a pack of arrows sitting next to her thigh and in reach of an emergency. And also a few knives in the secret places of her trousers. The omega sat in the music of the night with the screeching owls and singing crickets, wind blowing at her loose strands of hair, the only thing coming from her was small, unheard huffs as she breathed in and out calmly.
The last thing she wanted was to alert the enemy or anyone else for that matter.
She didn’t know who was around, or rather what was around. That’s why the omega embraced the silence; it was all Allie really knew.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up slowly above her, eyes rolling back. It never failed to amaze her. The soft glowing light of moon, all alone in the dark sky while illuminating the space around and kissing her skin. Her back was resting against a piece of broken plaster that was hanging off the wall. All around her were old, detailed images of Hell hounds painted on the damaged walls.
Typical narcissistic bastards.
That was one of the traits she despised the most among others. Allie took her time to study their omega image, and immediately her mouth twisted at that. The picture depicted an omega with their ears back, submitting to what looked like an Alpha Hell hound with a snarling muzzle and fiery eyes glowing in the dark. She rolled her eyes.
Those damn eyes.
Allie remembered the first time she saw a Hell hound. A shudder racked through her body as she remembered the screaming, the pain—filled moans, the struggle, the horror on everyone's faces as soon as disaster struck. She could recall back to the emotional pain, and oh, how young she was when the Omega first discovered what it was like to hurt. To lose. To hurt in ways, you shouldn't at such a tender age.
The omega could recall back to when her family were still together; they were always the odd ones out when it came to all the others. At first, she didn't understand why were they treated so differently. Her father kept her and her mother in hiding, never allowing them to step out of pack boundaries. When she asked to play with the other pups in the camp, they only turned her down within a blink of an eye. It stung. Allie was never allowed even to use the playground while others were present. The omega was too young. Too naive to fully understand.
It took only a few years to realise their treatment was because they were Pure Omegas — a bloodline that was so rare that it was thought of as a myth. Of course, there were Pure Betas and Alphas, but they weren't as rare as omegas. The only bloodline that was thought to be as rare as a pure Omega was the bloodline of a pure Alpha Hell hound. That’s why those Hellhounds hunted for Pure omegas. All because of an age—old myth.
It said that if a Pure Omega and Pure Alpha Hell hound were to create offspring, they would be as strong as anything that ever happened to exist. But did she believe it? Not quite, but then again, those narcissistic bastards did and tried to hunt for the pure breed. That’s why her pack shunned her for her identity, keeping her family away for their selfish reasons. Some of them went as far as saying that Pure omegas don’t exist as if Allie wasn’t living proof of that.
Just then a frightfully distinctive scent, legs crunching the leaves alerted her. It was steadily growing closer, so she yanked another hidden knife out of the dirt she’d staked it in, and called upon her inner wolf to heighten her senses.
The omega whirled around to face the exact location the foreboding scent was rolling in from, and she didn’t have to wait long before the typical and excessively tall, muscular Alpha Hellhound came ambling through the break in the trees. The intruder stopped short when he was met with the sight of an omega. Pure one at that. She didn’t bother hiding her scent, knowing it would only lure them closer.
He cocked his shaved head to the side in interest, licking his lips.
"Well aren’t you just delectable, standing there with your little knife, omega. I have always had an eye for feisty ones" He purred as he took a step forward, the hair on the back of her neck stood up in trepidation.
His tone disgusted her. The Alpha was far too close for Louis to rely on her arrows, and her omega scent had undoubtedly reached the Alpha’s nose by now. Inconveniences such as these would never stop her from making a valiant effort, though. She sucked in a breath and stood up from her position.
"Lets see if you’ll say the same thing in few minutes, you devils creature," The omega snarled with unusual timbre in her tone.
The Alphas mouth dropped open in astonishment, taken quite aback by what he’d just heard, but then the corners of his lips turned up in a decidedly delighted grin. What was so funny about that? She wanted to claw his eyes out.
"Mmh that’s impressive for an Omega. You may think that you’ll be the first in history to have tried to hunt us...but you can’t fool me, pup. Tell me, just what are you doing out here all alone, lovely? Did they send you here as bait?" He asked, resuming his advance toward the lone Omega.
Ah shit, she internally cursed.