Arya’s POV
My Eyes widened in horror at the gory red scene of blood everywhere.
The way Mike’s head rolled off was fast.
Like he wasn’t alive, a few moments ago, trying to get his hands down my pants.
I gasped the moment Chase scooped me into his arms.
Bridal style.
“Wait….
Put me down…I can walk” I stammered.
He didn’t even glance at me.
“Kill everyone you find in there” he ordered on his way out.
He carried me into the car and covered me with a blanket.
I felt the car not moving but I was too weak to think.
Then I fell into a deep sleep.
I saw myself in a room.
Then I saw my mum.
“Hey,” I ran to her and she hugged me.
” I have really missed you” I sobbed hard.
“Life is so hard without you”
”I know baby, I miss you too but it’s not yet time” She smiled then suddenly she deadpanned.
” I need to tell you something.
It’s about you…your roots”
”What mum?” She took my hand and we walked into a world different from ours.
Then she began to speak.
200 years ago, there were 13 werewolf packs in our kingdom of the werewolves.
In all these packs, they had up to 6 clans which ranged from Alphas, Betas, and Gammas but exactly no Omegas.
Not even a single one.
This was a rare phenomenon because other werewolf kingdoms had a handful of omegas, which were weak and couldn’t fight or defend themselves.
This was a good thing hence no one was treated so badly because a Beta or Gamma could push up their training skills and become an Alpha.
Then suddenly, calamity befell our kingdom.
A strange illness ravaged the land.
Clans and packs were suddenly dying like chickens.
They would bleed from their eyes and nose and the last straw that would break the camel’s back is that they would sweat so much that they would die.
This continued for a while.
The remaining werewolf had no choice but to consult a witch.
Knowing fully that werewolves and witches were like parallel lines that never met.
They decided to seek the queen witch.
Her name was Nadia.
She was the strongest witch.
She consulted with the spirit and some sacrifice was made using the blood of all clans.
Luckily for our kingdom, there was at least one remaining person in the 13 packs.
So they came for the ritual.
A month later after the ritual was done, the death began to drop till it finally stopped.
After that horrific death toll, it remained only 4 packs and 1 clan out of the 13.
The packs were the Kesma now East High, the Faulkners now Blackmoon, the Trish, the Daunt, and the Volce.
Due to their reduction in size, the Alpha king which came from the Faulkners, instructed everyone to mate quickly, so that they would increase in size again.
Of which the Faulkner and the Volce mated on every full moon and reproduced quickly.
The Faulkner was just a small clan at first but due to how they mated frequently, they gradually got bigger in number and became a pack.
But trouble came knocking when a werewolf from the Kesma pack mated with a witch of the high order.
It was a crime and its punishment was death.
As if that one wasn’t enough, a Trish followed suit.
This time he said he was ready to take the punishment on her behalf.
The alpha king couldn’t go ahead to keep killing his people because they were already small in number.
Then they had a truce with the witches.
They agreed to be intimate with each other but the children born out of that union would be given to the werewolf community.
And that was how it was.
The children born out of the union were nurtured by their parents but they were kept together.
Then when Alpha King saw that they had grown to a reasonable amount, he made them a pack and gave them a name.
They were called the Dames pack.
They grew up in the pack and began to mate with each other, which then led to the prolonged existence of their pack.
And so they lived in peace and harmony.
This time it fell on the Kesma pack.
An alpha was made from there but it seemed like they had chosen the wrong werewolf.
He ruled with Injustice and pride.
Causing problems within the packs.
The werewolf kingdom mourned the loss of their former Faulkner’s Alpha king.
They tried to dethrone Gauis, the Alpha king from the Kesma pack but all their plans went to waste because he had been sleeping with the daughter of Nadia, the high witch; Naomi.
The werewolf kingdom endured this as they hoped he would one day turn a new leaf.
Then something weird was happening.
They noticed that the children born with the witches, which were the Dames pack were extremely weaker than the others.
The others called them the ‘delinquents’.
Though they had a smooth transition into werewolves but then they were as strong as the others.
During fights, they would get beaten but when it came to mental strength, they were the strongest.
They used their head to avoid fights.
Because of how intelligent they were, they became hated by the people.
People segregated them and they were beaten.
So they got the name Omega.
The last in the hierarchy.
Mum stopped talking and I turned to her.
“So I understand why I am an omega” I rolled my eyes.
“But how does that help me?
Mum poked my head.
” There’s a lot you don’t know Arya”
”Like what?” I asked.
“Do you know why Chase wants you?”
Just when she was about to speak, I felt a cold on my leg.
It was freezing and wouldn’t let me breathe.
Suddenly I felt my throat tightening.
” Arya you okay?” She tried to hold me but I was restless.
I grabbed her hands and was wheezing Suddenly I jolted up awake.
Panting.