This was an idea I've been considering and ended up writing a prologue to test the waters and see if this is a story that people would be interested in.

I know that werewolf and A/B/O stories aren't everyone's cup of tea, so if it isn't for you that's cool. Though if you are interested in more, please let me know :)

Prologue

The springs of the bed creaked and dug through the thin material of the mattress into my back. No matter how much I shifted, there was no comfortable spot. After the last three years, I had long learnt how to sleep despite the pain it caused.

The first couple of weeks I spent in this rundown room, I had laid awake, desperately trying to find some comfort in the bed, only falling asleep after the exhaustion from crying pulled me under. This room was the only place I allowed my tears to fall, and only in the dead of the night when no one could hear or see my moments of weakness.

I guess I should be thankful that there were so few Omegas, the dorms being able to accommodate us each having our own room rather than having to share. If I had to spend every moment of the day stuck with those who gave into the submissive nature that was expected of us, I would have never survived this long.

That or I would have ended up in the academy cell with silver chains on me more often. A brutal punishment, but one that the academy knew was useful on young wolves.

Kirova would sneer down at me over her bird-like nose, telling me how it was for my own good, as the silver would burn my flesh and make me feel like I was slowly dying. I made it through those moments by imagining forcing the silver around her throat.

She won't be able to do that to me anymore.

That thought alone brought the first genuine smile to my face in years.

Legally speaking, today, I am officially an adult. Eighteen years old. I can sign myself out of this hell hole and finally get back to the life I had always dreamed of.

Ever since Alberta told me the first story about a fight she and my mother had fought in, I knew I wanted to be a pack warrior. Each pack in America had their own warriors, but there was a group of elites that worked for the Royal Court. I wanted to be one of them.

Court was home to the Royal Council and the Queen, Tatiana. The Council was made up of members from each of the twelve Royal families. Each a long line of powerful Alphas, they can be traced back hundreds of years to when the first packs formed together to fortify against rogues and humans that threatened our existence.

Alphas were the strongest, natural-born leaders and fighters; next were Betas, still strong but were often more suited to more intellectual roles. Together, Alphas and Betas worked to keep werewolves from being discovered and to keep prospecting. At first, packs were mainly in Europe, but over time they spread to the rest of the world.

The majority of werewolves were Beta; the second most common were Alphas. Lastly, in so many ways, were Omegas. Me.

We were weak, small, and were only suitable for making babies because of how fertile we were. Not that that was valued much these days. Alpha couples would make Alpha babies; Betas made Betas. But children born from an Omega can be either of the three. And with the thinning of the Royal family bloodlines, Omegas weren't wanted by many.

Before turning fifteen, I thought I would be a Beta like my mother, planning to train and become a warrior. But then I presented as Omega, and everything went downhill from there. My mother took me away from Alberta's and dumped me here.

The academy that homes and educates Alpha, Beta and Omega teenagers. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people who saw me as nothing.

Most Omegas were sent to an academy run by the Court; they were better able to control our heats using medication that is difficult to get your hands on otherwise. And so, when I presented, my mother left me here rather than to put up with me, leaving me with a bunch of other teenagers that were the children of other warriors or who were orphaned or abandoned.

With three years and no contact from my mother, I'm assuming I fall into the abandoned category now. Even more of a reason why it was so great I was eighteen today.

I had the choice now of joining an actual pack, building myself a home. There were a lot of options in America, a lot of warrior packs, the best being Belikov Pack in Arizona. The strongest pack here, with a terrifying Alpha that has been rumoured to tear your throat out just for looking at him wrong. Not much was known about the Alpha, only that he took over the pack at a young age and has been unstoppable since.

My sights were set on returning to Court, Alberta, and my best friend, Lissa, lived there. I could get myself settled in and then find a way to get accepted as one of the warriors. I was determined to prove to them all that I wasn't weak just because of my genetics.

My bag was already packed, barely filling a duffle bag. No one knew my plan to leave; not even Lissa knew to expect me. Communication out of here was all but impossible for me. Once, I had snuck into a teacher's office and sent Lissa an email, but I was caught and punished for it. I don't know why, but Kirova had it in for me and would single me out. But now, that is all over.

The early morning silence of the dorm was disturbed by the pounding of feet, sounding like multiple people, and the sound was getting closer.

I jolted up in my bed as my door swung open, Kirova with her ever-present sneer, gesturing with a jerk of her thin, wiry hand at me, "Grab her."

Two men behind her rushed into my room, moving quickly enough that I didn't even have my feet on the ground before their hands grabbed me. I was snapped out of my shock as they yanked me to my feet, fingers digging into my flesh enough that I knew there would be bruises.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I struggled against them, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Since my presentation, my strength had greatly lessened, not that that had ever stopped me from throwing a few punches at other students in my time here.

"Be quiet." Kirova chided me, "I'm not against using silver to make you shut your mouth."

It felt like ice freezing my veins at the mention of the silver chains, but I pushed down the fear. "I'm eighteen. You can't tell me what to do anymore. I'm leaving this shit hole, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

She cackled, "You may be eighteen, but you are still a student here. What I say goes."

The men took that as their cue, dragging me out of my room and down the dorm hallway. Other students, Omegas, peeked out of their doors at all of the commotion, but a stern look from Kirova had them bowing their heads and disappearing from sight.

I cursed at their lack of backbone, the submissive nature that had been drilled into them since the second they presented. Kirova must be using me as an example again, just as she did when I sat in the cell for a week; silver chains laced around my wrist. She had marched all the Omegas through, telling them all to look at me and know that this is the punishment given to those who break the rules.

Natalie couldn't even look me in the eye.

They dragged me into a part of the building I had never been in before. It looked better than the rest of the building, with white walls and expensive furniture; this area was definitely for show. I was led into a room, a mirror and dresser on one side, and a tub on the other. There were four women standing there, all looking as friendly as Kirova.

The men released me but didn't leave, making dread fill me. I didn't know what was happening, but I did not like it.

Kirova's heels clicked on the tiles, a thin press of her lips that was meant to be a smile, "Congratulations, Rose. It looks like you will be getting out of here after all."

"What do you mean?" I asked, eyeing those in the room.

With another wave of her hand, Kirova spoke, "It's better than one like you deserves, but it should do."

I watched as one of the women left and then returned with a white dress. That was when I knew what was happening. Bile rising in my throat.

They were mating me to someone.

The academy would often arrange mateships or a job for Omegas before they left. Mating was similar to a human's marriage in that it was a binding promise between two people, but it was also so much more. When werewolves mated, they would become tied, claiming one another with a bite to the glands in our necks. It was binding and intimate.

I shook my head, "There's no fucking way I'm agreeing to this!"

Kirova rolled her eyes, "Always such a headstrong girl. You are more effort than you are worth."

The men's hands latched onto my arms again, holding me still. Fear that I had been ignoring was now rising. I watched as Kirova crossed to the dresser, a small leather box laid on top. She opened it, retrieving a needle from it, turning to me with a cruel grin on her face.

"This is new, something that I have been most excited to try on you. It would have made the last three years easier if I had had it."

I started struggling desperately against the men's hold; it only made their fists tighten, the pressure feeling like they would break my arms. Kirova approached slowly, enjoying my panic. The blue liquid in the needle glistened under the room's bright lights.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "What is that?"

"This," She waved the needle, the other hand wrapping around my wrist to hold my arm out, "is a special request just for you. They were worried you would fight, and with this, there will be no chance of it."

I wanted to demand an answer to who requested it, why this was happening to me. But the only words that left my mouth was the same word, over and over, as I watched the needle pierce my skin. "No, no, no."

It felt like my arm was burning as the liquid was pushed through, making me bite my tongue to stop the scream that wanted to escape. It felt like liquid silver, and I wondered if it was. Slowly the pain dulled, and my body became slack, my limbs feeling too sluggish to keep struggling. Everything was becoming distant, as if a bubble had formed around me.

"Rose?" Kirova asked, "Can you hear me?"

My body responded automatically, "Y-yes." Her responding grin made my heart drop.

"Good. Now, Rose. You will do everything I say, and you won't fight. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She pointed to the tub, "Strip and allow them to wash you."

I wanted to tell her where to shove it, but I couldn't make my mouth form the words; I couldn't even lift my hand to flip her off. Instead, my body moved on its own, unbuttoning my shirt. If I was scared before, I was downright terrified now. My body was moving, but I couldn't stop it. The order Kirova had given me was replaying in my mind, and it was starting to sound appealing.

I should do what she says.

I stripped and climbed into the tub, taking the cloth offered to me and scrubbing as one of the women started to wash my hair. I didn't understand why I was doing this; all I knew was I had to.

After I was clean and dry, Kirova directed me to pull on the dress, a look of pure satisfaction on her face throughout. Once I was dressed, I was led back out the door I entered through. This time they weren't dragging me; I willingly followed Kirova.

Stopping before two large wooden doors, Kirova faced me again, leaning in close. "Rose, you will agree to this arrangement. You will agree to being mated and not say anything else."

I nodded. Any thoughts of rejecting my future mate were lost in the haze in my mind.

"You will be submissive. Know your place, Omega." Kirova hissed.

And so I was. I bowed my head, following behind her as she entered through the doors and down an aisle. I didn't look around; Omegas aren't meant to look others in the eyes, especially if they were an Alpha. So my eyes stayed down on the ground.

I reached the front of the room and was told to stay, and so I did. Standing there silently until I heard others walk in. First, there were some arguments, but then the voices died down, and a set of black boots stepped towards me. A large hand gently gripped my chin, tilting my head up until I stared back at warm brown eyes; they flashed amber. Alpha.

I dropped my eyes again. Everything was becoming hazier. Only Kirova's orders stayed clear in my mind.

The deep rumbles of his voice vibrated through my body, "You want this?" He sounded breathless, almost like he was struggling to restrain himself.

You will agree to being mated.

"Yes, Alpha," The words had barely left my mouth before the Alpha surged forward, arms circling me, pulling me closer. I noticed how warm he felt; his embrace felt nice. Safe.

And then pain blossomed in my neck; distantly, I was aware that the Alpha had just bitten me. I have been claimed.

Tears seeped from my eyes as the pain faded and darkness filled my vision, dragging me down into nothing.

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