Dark Moon

02

Ashton's POV:

The concrete floor is always cold, even with all of the bodies in here. It hurts me to see the Omegas all curled up in one corner, trying to stay warm, but I cannot offer anything to them.

They wouldn't want my comfort anyway.

I was one of the wolves who took them away from their homes and some of them from their mates.

There's twelve Omegas here in total, and we had a thirteenth a few days ago, but two of my fellow Alphas were captured and the Omega taken when we fled to avoid being captured as well.

Our leader has already sent out two of his most trusted assistants to track them down and either maim and drag them back or kill them on the spot, and it hurts to have that knowledge. I only have a few friends whom I share a room with, but we're forbidden to speak to each other while on duty so I can't ask the other Alphas how they feel now that we know two others just like us are probably dead.

There's a sickeningly sweet scent in the air, and I whimper and shove my nose into my knees. One of the Omegas has gone into heat and myself and the other two Alphas watching them are forbidden to touch them.

We have to deal with the addictive scent as well as the fear that washes through the air when the initial scent appears, because no Omega wants to be used against their will. Unfortunately, that is what will happen.

One of the leaders will come in to relieve myself and the others of duty in a few hours and will find the Omega in heat and take them away. We all know what will happen, but if any of us tries to do anything, they will be either severely injured or killed.

I've heard of other packs where the Alphas are in control and the Omegas and Betas are oppressed, but here there are Alphas in control and other Alphas are their punching bags. We don't have Omegas of our own raised here so we take them from other packs or find the ones who have been exiled.

The Omega who has gone into heat starts crying, whining in pain. The other Omegas get close to her, as if trying to protect her and comfort her, but it doesn't relax her.

I wouldn't relax either; we're stuck in a concrete building that offers no relaxing environment and it's always cold.

The other two Alphas with me both look pained by the sounds the Omega makes; none of us are bad or evil like our leaders... we have to follow orders or we'll be killed.

No pack is willing to protect or take in adult Alphas because they won't trust us. Especially not after assisting in the heinous acts against the Omegas who we help capture. We have nowhere to go and no protection, so we're stuck here.

It's not a good place to live, but we have no other options. We were all taken from our packs when we were young; I was taken when I was six after a raid. My pack was small from what I remember, and all that was left after the fight was blood and a group of young Alphas and Omegas that were dragged back.

"She's burning up!" one of the Omegas shouts at me, her face contorted in anger. "She's sick because of how cold it is and is now in heat! She needs medical attention!"

I look at the other Alphas, and they have the same lost looks on their faces that I'm sure I have.

"Help her!" the Omega shrieks again, standing up and marching toward the door.

I step in her way. "Go sit down or it will be worse for all of us in here," I scold, using my Alpha tone to get her to falter. "Please go sit down. I will speak with my superior."

It's a lie; I'm not permitted to ask things of my superiors, but I need her to sit down before someone comes in here and hurts her.

She growls and stalks back over to the Omega in heat and tries to help her to calm down, but the poor thing looks in immense pain between sickness and heat.