Have you ever pondered how life might differ if our destinies weren't shaped by celestial forces? Imagine having the power to choose your path and whom to love freely. Unfortunately, that wasn't my story. From the moment I was born as a werewolf, my fate seemed predetermined. Being an omega placed me at a lower rank, where my role revolved around serving and fulfilling the desires of those in higher positions. The unwritten rule was to avoid direct eye contact and only respond when commanded. One of my duties entailed submitting to the alpha for mating purposes, allowing him to have his way with me until I could bear offspring for him. Only then, it seemed, would I gain the autonomy I so desperately craved. This was the unfortunate reality for omegas within our pack system.
