Wolf Claimed

I've spent my entire omega life being groomed to become the fated mate of our pack's three upcoming alpha sons.

So it's too bad that they hate my guts and I return that sentiment.

We've grown up alongside each other since early childhood, always picking on one another and never in a playful way. Jax, Dane, and Talon are known for it. The cruelty to others, the air of confidence and self-importance, and of course never claiming responsibility for any of it. Our pack elders hope that I can tame them with a mating bond but I'm not so sure anyone is capable of such and thing, and if they are, I'd prefer it not be me.

Despite me having voiced those feelings over and over again, I still end up walking down the aisle on our wedding night with them waiting pompously at the other end. I expect them to ravage me, force me into things I don't want, and generally make my life a living hell. But the moment we retire to the wedding suite in the middle of our village, they turn their backs on me, claiming to be uninterested to their very core despite the obvious tug of the newly formed mating bond. I never expected that they would be the ones to reject it, nor did I expect it to hurt so badly. So instead of using my hatred and despair on myself, I might just turn it around on them.

Perhaps I am the only omega worthy of giving and receive love from them, and if so, I vow to find out.