Torn Between The Alphas

pack, even though I was anxious. I had just arrived, barely an hour ago, at the Vale Pack compound. The person who had brought me here was a petite but curvy woman named Rayne wearing

ey, always making sure to keep two steps behind her, so as not to draw her ire. They were always like that with slaves. After being assigned a room with a small window and bed and not much else, I was asked to drop my small backpack of personal items before I was given a brief tour of the Pack compound. Mostly, the tour was of the Omegas Quarter, along with the training grounds near it. Yet I did not see the Alpha, or the Beta. They were busy, from what Agathe (the blond stern woman) had said, and that I need not bother myself with whether they see or did not see me. she would report to them and that was that. Work began for me immediately, and by the time I was done washing plates and sweeping the training grounds, I was tired and had nothing else to do but flop on my small bed, drifting off to sleep with immediacy. It was not until two days later that I would see him. My day was a blur; I was one of the Omegas assigned to clean the large hall used for pack meetings, and I had barely finished wiping down one of the white columns that lined the hall on each side, when I felt something brush past me. or rather, like someone walked past me, that I needed to turn around and see. It was a gut feeling that made me whip my head back and slowly straighten from my squatting position. I do not know how to describe it, but the moment I set my eyes on him, I knew who he was. His aura gave it off; an Alpha in his prime. He was dressed in a white muscle tee, leather jacket, and jeans that hugged his bum so well that I could barely take my eyes of it. I did not know when my eyes moved from his figure to his chestnut-coloured hair, and his sea-blue eyes. I don’t know how long I stood there. He was laughing at something his friend said. My heart thumped at the indescribable sound of his laugh – baritone so rich and smooth. He was gorgeous. Too gorgeous to be real. I swallowed, unaware of everything but him. My eyes took in every inch of him, like I was thirsty in the desert and he was an oasis. I watched him until he was out of sight, not moving from my position. Of course, he did not see me, though. How could he? An Alpha like that would not have much time to notice a slave Omega. I clutched the cleaning rag to myself and did not care if it would stain my dress. “Alpha Callum!” I heard someone call out, and it jolted me from my trance somewhat. I slowly went back to cleaning, dippi