Saving His Feral Mate
Chapter 1: The Alpha wants to see you

Chloe POV

I woke up to my alarm going off. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 5:00am. I sighed, as I got out of bed, time to get another day over with.

I’m an Omega in the Desert Hill Pack, the lowest rank you can have. Most pack members treat omegas like crap. We’re consider weak and useless and the only thing we are good for, is cooking and cleaning.

I live with my mother, Trisha, but everyone calls her Trish. She was born an Omega and works in the kitchen with me. I never knew my father and my mother refuses to tell me who he is. She gets mad when I ask about him, so I’ve stopped trying.

I’m two days away from my 19th birthday and can’t wait. That’s the age that a werewolf can replace their mates and I really hope I replace mine. Maybe he’ll be from a different pack and save me from this hellhole.

I made my way into the bathroom and had a quick shower, before dressing in a black T-shirt and faded jeans. I tied my long red hair up, into a messy bun, before leaving my room.

My mother and I, live in a small shack at the edge of the territory. It’s pretty rundown, it has holes in the ceiling that drip with water when it rains. Most of the time, we don’t have any hot water and the power is hit and miss. We make it work though, at least it’s far enough from everyone else, that we don’t get bothered to much.

I shifted for the first time when I was 16, that’s pretty standard for most wolves. My mother was the only one with me when I did. She had a shocked expression on her face, when she saw my wolf for the first time and immediately made me shift back into my human form. She made me promise, that I would lie to everyone else and claim that I never got my wolf. She wouldn’t explain why, she was just adamant that no one should ever see her.

I thought it was weird, but she looked so concerned that I agreed to the promise. Since then, ever one torments me, not just because I’m an Omega, but I’m also wolfless and a runt, at only 5’1 tall. I hate it.

My mother also expects me to be submissive, even when it kills me inside to do so. Every time someone torments, mocks, or abuses me, it takes everything in me not to fight back. My mother keeps saying it’s for the best, that they need to believe that I’m just another weak Omega. I hate it, but she’s my mother and I know she has my best interest at heart.

I walked into our small kitchen and my mother was making us a light breakfast.

“Good morning sweet heart, did you sleep ok?” She asked, while kissing my cheek.

“Ya, I slept ok. I could use another 2 hours though.” I grumbled out. I hate how the kitchen Omegas have to wake up extra early, to make breakfast for the entire pack. Maybe if they were appreciated, I could deal with it, but no one is.

“You can sleep when you’re dead.” My mother said, with a smile. It was a classic line that she loves to use.

“A girl can only wish.” I replied dryly, while taking at seat at the table.

“Don’t talk like that. Great things will happen in your future, you just have to be patient.” My mother said, while putting down a plate of food in front of me. I sighed, when I looked at it.

There was a single piece of toast and one egg barely enough for anyone to survive off.

“Mom, this isn’t right. We don’t even have enough food to survive here. Why won’t you listen to me and leave this pack? We can replace a new one that treats us properly. I don’t even care, we can go rogue and live off the land.” I pleaded.

“No! Stop talking like that. This has been my home forever and we aren’t leaving. We wouldn’t make it two days in the forest, as rogues. We’d both end up dead.” She said, with an angry tone and I huffed in frustration.

We ate our breakfast in silence, before it was time to go. We walked to the pack house, it was only a 15 minute walk and honestly it was my calm, before the storm.

Once we reach the pack house, we headed straight for the kitchen. I put on an apron and grabbed the eggs, bacon and sausage from the fridge, before heading to the stove. Other Omegas started to trickle in shortly after, including my one and only friend, Tessa.

“Good morning.” Tessa grumbled out, clearly just as irritated with the early mornings, as I was.

“Morning. I can tell, you’re just as excited as I am to be here.” I replied, with a dry chuckle.

“Ugh…Let’s just get this day over with. Serve the high-maintenance brats some food, so we can go home.” Tessa said, while grabbing the ingredients to make croissants.

We made breakfast for the pack and laid it all out in the dinner hall, so that everyone could eat buffet-style.

Omegas we’re not allowed to eat any of the food and we aren’t paid any money, it’s practically a crime how they treat us.

My mother has a secret stash of money, that she uses to buy us food. It’s not much, but it gets us by. A lot of Omegas steal just to survive and that’s a big risk, because the punishments are usually harsh. I’ve seen someone get killed, for stealing a loaf of bread before.

After we were done with breakfast, we made our way back into the kitchen, to start on lunch prep.

“Chloe! Get your filthy a*s out here.” I heard a voice scream, from out in the dinner hall. I cringed at the sound, I knew immediately who it was, it was Alpha Cameron.

He hates me the most, for some reason. He takes every opportunity he gets, to torment and abuse me. I don’t understand why he treats me worse, then he does the other Omegas. Having said that, I’m glad he takes his anger out on me. I don’t want to see anyone one else suffer at his hands, like I do.

I made my way out into the dinner hall, dreading what he’s going to do to me, this time.

I found him by the table of food and he had a murderous look on his face. There was a broken plate and food all over the ground.

“Yes Alpha, what can I do for you?” I ask softly, while bowing my head in submission, like my mother taught me.

“Clean this s**t up, now!” He order and I nodded, before turning around to get a broom.

He kicked me in the a*s, when my back was to him and I fell forward landing face first onto the ground. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t say a word. I started to get back up, but he put his foot on my back, preventing me from doing it. Everyone in the dinner hall was laughing, they were all the same, if they didn’t participate in the torment and abuse, they certainly didn’t try to stop it.

“Pick it up with your hands.” He ordered, in a sinister voice.

Now this is where I struggle, my wolf Tatiana is growling in my head, begging to be let lose, so that I can rip his head off. But the promise I made my mother, usually wins and I end up acting like the submissive I’m suppose to be.

I didn’t reply to him and started to pick up the food and broken glass on the floor, with my bare hands. I cut myself a few times, but didn’t let the pain show. He watched me the entire time, with a satisfied smirk on his face. Goddess, I hate that man.

Once I was done, he finally let me leave the dinner hall and I returned into the kitchen. My mother was waiting for me and she had her usual concerned expression on her face.

She was usually more worried, that I would talk back or act out. I’ve done that before and it landed me in a coma for a few days, because of the beaten I received as punishment. To me, it was worth it, but my mother almost had a heart attack.

We definitely don’t see eye to eye, when it comes to fighting for what we believe in. I don’t like to see my mother upset though, so I try my best to respect her wishes and be as obedient as I can.

“Oh thank goddess you’re ok.” My mother spat out, while holding her hand over her heart.

“I’m fine mother, it was just another temper tantrum, from the bratty Alpha.” I replied, with a shoulder shrug.

“Shhh… Don’t speak like that Chloe, not here. What if someone heard you?” My mother scolded me, while looking around nervously, to make sure no one heard.

“Sorry Mom, but it’s true.” I replied. She simple shook her head and went back to work in the kitchen.

After lunch was over, it was time to start prepping dinner.

I was chopping vegetables, when one of the younger Omegas came into the kitchen. She looked frazzled and was out of breath. Her dress was ripped at the collar, exposing part of her bra. She was only 17, seeing her in this state made my b***d boil. I wondered what happened, but I had my suspicions already.

“Chloe, the Alpha wants to see you in his office.” She said, with a concerned and nervous tone.

“What did he do to you, Lea?” I asked, with a concerned frown.

“He wanted me to do things to him, you know, stuff you should only do with your mate. When I started to ball my eyes out, he got mad and told me to leave. But he said to make sure, that you go to his office immediately. I’m so sorry.” She blurted out, while fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” I replied, while rubbing her back with my hand.

I was a little scared. I mean, he’s tried to rape me before but I’ve always managed to prevent it from happening. One time, my wolf was very close to surfacing, he had me pinned and managed to remove my pants. I kneed him in the groin and ran away before Tatiana revealed herself. It was a close one. I spent a week in the dungeon after that one, it was worth it to keep my dignity.

I looked over at my mother and she had the same concerned look on her face that she usually has, when Alpha Cameron calls for me.