"This can't be happening!"

My breathing was frantic as I found myself staring at the fourth pregnancy test I had clutched tightly around my trembling fingers. I released the cold chunk of plastic from my grasp and watched it fall to the ground slowly, those two lines taunting me and making my stomach do flips while the test smacked against the cold floor.

I covered my mouth as the reality of the situation came crashing down upon me. Looking around hastily, I made sure to lock the bathroom door and close all the windows so no straggler could hear my desperate cries.

How could this have happened?

Of course, I knew how it happened, I wasn't an idiot. It was just all surreal, like a rare lucid dream that would shatter if I got too intoxicated with happiness.

Though, I was far from happy at this moment. Registering the oncoming panic attack seeping through my body, I let myself slide down the glossy white walls, staining them with a thin layer of transparent sweat.

A sob raked throughout my body, then another one, and soon I was shielding my face from what I knew would be all the provocation from the fellow pack members.

What had I done?

Or more specifically, what had he done?

Shifting in my spot, I drew my knees up to my chest defensively, wishing for my parents to hold me, and tell me it was going to be okay. Any sort of words from them, really.

I would've given anything in the world just to remember the sound of their voices once again. It was all just a distant memory from that point forward.

I heard my wolf try to comfort me in the back of my mind, whispering soft, kind words rhythmically, as if she was humming a single lullaby for a newborn pup. She was comforting like that, I'll admit.

'It'll be okay, Sophia'

I'm not in the mood, Sapphire.

'but-'

Please... I just wanna be left alone.

'okay'

And suddenly; all sounds in my brain stopped. It hadn't been this tranquil since I met him. Contrary to popular belief, when you lock eyes with your mate for the first time, your mind goes blank. The only thing that makes a sound is the distant calling of your wolf to be close to your mate, no matter who they are, or what they do.

Finally being alone with my thoughts though, gave me time to reminiscent about how I came to be where I was at this moment.

It didn't feel like anything other than an ordinary day, except (of course) for the dozens of pack members fretting over Blake's birthday.

Only the best for the future alpha, after all~

It was all bullshit, in my opinion, though I'd never have dared to voice my opinion out loud. Everyone was getting so worked up about what colour frosting he would have on his cake; as if he'd even eat it.

I watched silently as a few other omegas such as myself glazed the sugary blocks of sponge with layers upon layers of thick, vibrant frosting. I was supposed to be helping, of course. That was the prime role as an omega. To serve the rest of the pack humbly.

My help wasn't needed, however. The others didn't enjoy me fucking up the pristine decorating of the cake, in fear of getting ridiculed by the rest of the pack for their incompetence to make it correctly.

"Why aren't you helping?"

I flinched, craning my head to look at Shyla, who stared down at me with worry lacing her features.

"I- I umm- they don't want me to?" I mumbled anxiously, gesturing to my fellow omegas, who poured a rich, glossy glaze over the cake, making it sparkle like a cerulean diamond amongst lands of black obsidian. I dug my nails into the hard wood of the table, making tiny crescent dents in their wake.

Shyla looked at me with empathy, which caused my stomach to instinctively tighten up. I loved Shyla, truly. Ever since my parents died, she'd always been my shoulder to cry on. A big sister who I could trust. But sometimes I wished she didn't treat me like a little kid. It made me feel even weaker than I already was.

Shyla faltered, "what do you mean they didn't want you to? Are they bullying you? Do I need to get Katherine on their assess?" She spoke urgently. For someone who had the word 'shy' in her name, she could be loud when she wanted.

I shook my head rapidly, holding her arm. "It's okay, really! Why don't you just get ready?"

"I'm not getting ready if you're not. Good gracious, girl! You're literally drowning in your clothes!" She exclaimed, gesturing to the three layers of sweaters I was wearing, along with a pair of leggings. Shyla looked down, her face contorting into one of horror as she stared at my beaten down vans. "Upstairs. Now."

Before I could protest, Shyla had already grabbed me by the wrist and was hurling me upstairs, adding a firm bounce to her step.

Living in the pack house made finding your room a hard task. Each door was the same (except for the alpha and Luna's, along with their pups) which gave people a reason to decorate their doors with different ornaments that showed off their personality.

As me and Shyla walked, we passed a variety of different doors. Ones with flower patterns on, ones with tiny sports stickers on, some rooms only had a person's name glued to the handle since some were too lazy to make any other adjustments to it.

Then we came to my room door.

A white wooden block without any sort of stain on it. I decided to be one of the few people who didn't add any decorations to my door. I personally didn't see the point. It was just a door.

Though, Shyla always disagreed with me on that notion. I decided to ignore her. She could definitely be overbearing when she wanted.

Like she was being at that moment.

With a shove, I was stumbling into my room, staring back at her in shock. "Are y- you trying to kill me?"

Her lips curled upwards to display an innocent smile, and she twirled a lock of her hair in between experienced fingers. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now get dressed." With that word, she slammed the door to my room shut, making me flinch.

Moments passed. Upon realising that she wasn't coming back, I turned to my bed where a turquoise dress sat. Katherine had most likely set it out for me. I didn't give her as much credit as she deserved. It was ironic too, since everyone practically worshipped her for solely being the Luna of the pack.

I traced my fingers over the white fabric of the dress, fingering the soft turquoise patches before pausing. I pulled the several layers of clothing off my body and picked up the dress, letting it slip over me, hugging my body like a warm sock.

Sat next to my bed was a pair of virginal white kitten heels, as Katherine knew how much of a tedious task it was to walk in stilettos. Before putting them on however, I grabbed a curling iron that had been placed on my bedside table. Plugging it in, I soon got to work on wrapping my brown locks around the steaming wand, watching them burn into soft ringlets. From watching Shyla curl many other people's hair in the past, I had a little experience with the handwork of the iron.

With makeup, Katherine had only left mascara and lipgloss.

"Who needs false eyelashes?" She asked me when I was little. Cold and abandoned by my parents, she was caring, and took me under her wing when no one else would.

"Not me." I responded, in a meek, soft voice.

"That's right, dear." She said with a smile so warm that it could melt a block of clear ice.

I allowed myself to laugh lowly at the memory as I applied the mascara delicately to my eye, letting the dark bristles brush over my lashes.

Next was the lipgloss; watermelon splash, the label said. Only Katherine would pick that out for me.

Taking my time, I dragged the sticky end of the tube over my lips, watching through the cracks of my mirror how they quickly gained colour. I pouted playfully at my reflection.

BANG.

I flinched.

Only one person knocked like that.

Carefully placing the tube down, I scurried over to my door, letting it swing open.

As to be expected, Blake stood there with a hard look on his face. He seemed to be annoyed for some strange reason, since he wasn't even looking at me by this point.

Wow, rude.

I, of course, didn't say this.

Instead, I bowed my head submissively, deciding to look at the white soles of my shoes.

"Alpha," I said quietly, fighting the urge to roll my eyes, "happy birthday."

I suddenly felt his eyes land on me (finally). There was a pregnant pause, and for a moment I dared to look up to see if Blake was gone. That was until he spoke again.

"Omega." He said sharply. I winced, of course he had to remind me of that title. "What is your name?"

'Mate!'

Sapphire was practically singing it throughout my mind, and it made me freeze.

Oh.

Oh hell no.

"Sophia," I said softly, my mind going into a haze as I finally looked up.

There he was. My mate.

Just... Standing there.

Huh, he looked shorter than I remembered.

"Sophia." He said, as if he was testing the sound of my name on his tongue. He looked me up and down, drinking in my outfit. "Where are you going dressed like that?"

I scoffed. "None of your business" I said. Except I didn't say that.

Instead, I muttered weakly, "I- I was going to your party tonight?"

Blake hummed, low and rough. The sound made me tense up instinctively. It sounded dangerous to me, like the growl of a lion when hunting their prey.

The first time talking to my mate certainly wasn't as magical as I thought it would be. In the stories my mother used to read to me, the female heroin could smell her mate from miles away. First meetings would be romantic. He'd be kind, true, strong and handsome. She'd be soft, delicate and pretty.

Maybe Blake and I were like that to some. I didn't see myself as soft nor delicate though. My hands were rough and scratchy from hours spent racing through the woods on my paws. And I wasn't as petite as all the other female pack members. There was a huge stereotype that omegas were small and easily breakable.

I had never been in a fight, but I wasn't too weak. I could stand my ground (rarely), and I'd say I was pretty average for my height. Some might have considered me tall.

Blake also wasn't all that either. I was careful with my thinking, I didn't want Sapphire to get pissed at me for dissing our mate.

All I thought was that he could've been bigger.

"Well, I will see you tonight, Sophia." He told me. His shift in demeanor left me wondering if he knew that I was his mate. It seemed to be the case, though we both were wondering which one would bring it up first.

Honestly, that was more awkward than anything, yet my legs were left feeling like jelly. So it was argued that some part of me did indeed feel nervous.

I shook my head, ignoring the sickening twist in my stomach and looked over my reflection in the mirror.

'Mate!'

I rolled my eyes.

No, Sapphire.

'But-'

Just leave it!

She was pretty much silent after that.

I sighed, messing up my hair a bit (just for that extra 'wild' effect) and turned on my heel, walking downstairs to meet with Shyla.

This is going to be a long party.

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