Heeeey guys!!!!!! So here's my new story. I hope you enjoy it!!! Or at least not hate me. You'll see why. Anyway I'm not sure about the rating yet so it'll start off as T but probably change to M, I dont know. Also, If you wanna know ahead a time (god, i spoil ya'll), Jacob is dominant. Damn, i just love to ruin things. any way..

i got this whole idea when I was reading about a wolf pack's mentality and the idea sprung in my head when i read the Omega section. it was interesting.

So....

Read and Enjoy Loves!!

I don't own twilight...

(Paul POV)

I sighed as I sat on my bed.

Damn, I hate my fucked up life. You see, I'm the Omega of the pack. The Omega, is someone you never wanna be. I am treated like shit in the pack. All because of my weak control. I really can't help my temper. I don't know how or why it happened to me it just... happened. And I hate it. I hate life in the pack. One main reason is because they just love to provoke me. They even made a game of it.

You get 5 bucks if I tense up and growl.

You get 10 bucks if I punch you.

You get 15 bucks if I start to shake.

And, you get 20 bucks if I phase.

My life is just a game to them. I am always fighting. They just lunge at me when they feel like it. It's not that I'm weak. But I can't take 3 werewolves at one time. I can't stand the teasing either. Always, always teasing. Even Sam sometimes joins in on the fighting, provoking and teasing. And he's supposed to be the fucking Alpha. Some Alpha.

But the worst is Jacob. Ugh, he is definitely the worse. Always fighting. Always instigating. I seriously don't how much more of that fucking Beta I can take. And he's supposed to be true Alpha? Ha!

I slumped down in my bed. I was dead tired. Mostly because Jacob convinced Sam it would be funny if I patrol the most. So I'm always tired. And exhaustion makes you an easy target. I would never show it, but it hurt. They say we are all supposed to be brothers.

Some brothers, I thought as I ran my hand over my already healing wounds.

I had patrol with Jared and Jacob. As always, it was living hell. Jared would even rape me once in a blue moon. That was worse. Absolutely horrible. Thank god its rare and not daily like the instigating. All of this, because of my one main weakness, and that makes me the main target. I really do hate my life. But I'm not suicidal. I wouldn't let any of them know that I have reached my breaking point.

The only ones who won't participate in all the bull shit is Seth, Leah and Embry. Seth, probably because he's young and happy go lucky. Embry, because he's such a softy. And Leah, I actually don't really know. I just know they all feel sympathy for me. Normally, I hate sympathy. But in my position, sympathy is better then the daily torment. But they don't show it to the rest of the pack, knowing they would be a target too if they stood up for me.

But at least it was peaceful when I had patrol with them. And I enjoyed it while it lasted. I laid down and curled my legs to my chest. I sighed as my head pounded in my skull. I closed my eyes as I remembered today's patrol...

Flashback...

I heard the howl in the sky. I knew I had to get my torment over with. I walked outside and phased. I heard Jacob, Jared, and Quil's thoughts. I kept my mind quiet, just like them. But silence is how it always started off.

Sooo, how's our favorite sensitive wolfy? Started Jacob.

I growled. We were nearing the end of patrol. It was gonna get worse.

Aw, don't get testy with us.Thought Jared, as Quil, Jacob and him cornered me at boulder.

Yeah, we just wanna have some fun with our favorite bastard-of-a-man wolfy! Teased Quil.

I snarled louder falling into a crouch, though it was useless. They sprang on me. I heard a crunch as pain shot through my back leg. I howled in pain. Jared bit and yanked on my front legs and I fell. That gave Jacob the opportunity to scratch and bite my torso. I just kept snarling, trying not scream no matter how much it hurt. After they were done they thankfully left.

I whimpered as I was in searing pain. My vision was blurry. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped and I started to heal. I stood up and trotted to my house. I was really breaking...

End Of Flashback...

I opened my eyes. I really didn't know how much more of this I could take. I couldn't take this for the rest of my life. I would leave the pack but Sam wouldn't have it. I bet my life would have double the torment when Jacob took his rightful place as Alpha. I would find a way to leave then. I wouldn't stay here forever. I couldn't take this for long.

I was slowly breaking. I was going to crack soon. And when I do, they will all laugh harder than ever. This has been going on since I became a wolf. I have always been a bastard. I know that. I don't show weakness. I try my very best to hide my pain. But I don't know how much longer I can do that. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

I took a shaky breath and wiped it away. I never cried. Ever. But like I said, I was breaking. And I knew the pack would be more than happy to throw away the pieces like trash when I finally fell apart. Yes, being the Omega definitely sucks ass. But I can't help it.

I cant help that I'm the Omega. I can't help I'm a bastard. And I definitely can't help my temper problems. And its painful, ya know? When your 'brothers' hate you for something you can't help.

I sighed and tried to clear my head. I didn't need to think about the pack right now. I was tired from patrolling all damn day and I needed sleep. I pulled the covers up to my waist.

Maybe, it would help if just someone heard my suffering, was my last thought before I drifted off.

Not sure about this ending, but what ever. I know it was painful and you should know by now that I am not a fan of putting my characters in pain. But understand, that that's the story. it will get better trust me so Review Please!!!!!!!!!!