Alpha or Lycan Otsanas Dilemma

Otsana

I stood at the edge of the forest, the soft earth muffling my footsteps. The shadows of the trees enveloped me, a dark cloak of solitude.

The clearing emerged from the undergrowth, and I could see the grave marker of my beloved mother. "Mother," I whispered, my voice faltering. "It's me again."

My fingers trailed over the smooth stone, as if trying to recapture a memory long since faded. Grief welled within me, like a tide rising to consume my heart.

Tears flowed freely as I gazed at the headstone, longing to see her again, to share my struggles since her passing. My hand reached out, tracing the marble surface as I whispered:

"Mom, it's been three years since you left me. Your absence has been incredibly hard. My stepfather, Alpha Grayson, and stepsister, Sophia, have made my life very difficult. They treat me like a servant, and sometimes I feel like joining you would be a release from this pain."

My mother's grave has been my sole solace in times of distress. She was my confidante, my protector, and the father figure I never knew. My father abandoned us when my mother was pregnant with me, and she kept me away from him. She later married Alpha Grayson, who had a daughter, Sophia, from a previous relationship. Sophia has consistently displayed hatred towards me, yet I couldn't bring myself to hate her, given our familial bond.

I rose from my mother's grave, my legs stiff and aching from hours of kneeling. The moon shone overhead, its pale light casting a cold glow over the forest.

As I emerged from the trees, I could see the pack house looming in the distance, its stone walls and wooden beams seeming to loom over me like a giant predator.

My heart sank as I approached the house, knowing what awaited me. "Wolfless Omega," they called me. "Witch."

I forced myself to hold my head high as I passed through the gates, my footsteps echoing through the empty courtyard. In the shadows, I could see the hateful gazes of the other pack members, their lips twisted into sneers and snarls.

"There she is," one of them hissed, her voice laced with malice. "The wolfless freak."

I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground as I made my way towards my room. But I could feel their stares burning into my back, like a brand of shame.

I closed the door to my room with a soft click, grateful to be away from the prying eyes and mocking words of the other pack members.

A few minutes later, I got up from my bed to go have dinner downstairs. I haven't eaten since morning, as I was instructed by my step father that I'd only be eating just dinner everyday.

I froze. The door wouldn't budge.

I pulled and pushed, panic rising in my chest. Locked. Someone had locked me in.

"Otsana!" A voice cackled from the other side of the door, high and cruel. "Looks like you're not going anywhere, Omega."

Sophia, my step sister, was laughing with glee. I could hear the grin in her voice, the malice in her words. "You can have your room for dinner, sister dear," she called out, her voice lilting with mockery. "It's more fitting for a witch like you anyway."

Behind her, I could hear Ephriam, her cruel-hearted boyfriend, chuckling along.

"She deserves it," he said. "Freaks like her don't belong in the pack house."

My hands trembled as I pounded on the door, my desperation mounting.