Creature of the Dark

One omega for five alpha's to share.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in this darkness. I don’t know how long I’ve been seeing with eyes that can’t open, speaking from a throat incapable of making sounds. All I have are my thoughts and how weary I’ve grown with nothing else to listen to. Perhaps I am nothing more than a state of mind.

I want to die.

Understanding is slow to arrive but when it does, nothing will ever be the same again. Now, with a form that moves, I uncover the meaning of my existence and the purpose for my extended solitude.

I’m an omega. A rare breeding mare for the likes of alphas.

With the decrease in fertility rates in able omegas, less pups means a crippled society overrun with beta's. Omega's, now born sickly and broken, are found wanting in a population steeply dying out. I’m just the beginning of change and by no means the last.

Created, not born, I’m slave to the will of my makers … and my mates.

Will I survive or be torn apart by five hungry alphas?