The Mafia's Omega Wolf Awakening

and I don't want to be used just for reproducing, Here in the Crimson Hounds the women are trained from a young age to obey and not ask questions otherwise the

her. I walk into my bathroom and slam the door behind me, I have made it known that I'm not happy about this but they don't care no one does. I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder why I couldn't be someone else's daughter, not an Alphas daughter, my bright blue eyes look so hollow and lifeless staring back at me that I hardly recognise myself. My sun-kissed skin is blemish-free my jet-back hair stands out the most though because both my parents have light brown hair. I have seen the looks the pack gives me when I'm walking past them and the whispers They all snicker behind my back but no one has the guts to ever say it out loud as they fear the wrath of my father their Alpha. I sigh and start to get undressed to get into the shower which I know my mother will be banging the door down if I don't hurry up. I jump into the shower with the water almost scalding and let my thoughts run wild, I wonder how my first shift will be and how it will feel. I have always wondered why we have to wait for a certain age and then have our mate or well in my case, my arranged mate c

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e to do that and the look of shock on my mother's face tells me she thinks the same. I grab the dress she has been admiring and go to race back into the bathroom, but just as I make it past her she grabs me and slams me into the wall, "You will show absolute obedience and that little act of defiance won't happen again will it Carina" I nod my head quickly as she is starting to cut off my oxygen. Sometimes I think my mother hates me with the manic look she gets in her eyes, Shouldn't a mother have unconditional love for her child? I'm their only child and when I was younger it was great they were loving and caring. But the minute I hit my teenage years they turned on me practically and started treating me with less and less love and affection, I always wondered if I did something wrong, was it my fault they stopped caring for me? She lets go of my throat and moves away like nothing happened. "Get dressed" she sneers at me as she makes her way to the door she peers over her shoulder and says make sure to cover the handprint around your neck and then slams the door shut. I walk to