Unwanted Omega

Katie's POV

"Look at me straight in the eye, Katie," Papa demanded with his dominant tone that he always used with the pack members but not with me.

As I peered up at him, my whole body trembled in fear at his sudden change of attitude. He doesn't look happy. The smile he always had on his face is now gone..

A little earlier, we were having fun baking a lamb pie together. They even sang praises for how much they loved me so. But now..

"Papa.." My mouth tried to form a sentence but failed. The loving and gentle look that he used to grace me with has now changed into a cold look on his face. Missing already his old attitude, tears are now welling up. I miss my old papa that much.

"Don't call me that. You know what happens when the children of an Alpha turn five."

Swallowing a lump of saliva in my mouth, I ball up my small fists as my brain forces me to throw a tantrum.

"Fa--" Papa stopped me before I could even bark.

"I did not give you permission to call me that, Katie." He spoke angrily.

"Please stop this already, Father! You are hurting Katie, our little princess!" Khalid reminded papa of what we used to be as a family. Of what they used to call me.

Their baby, their one and only princess.

"Khalid, all of that was just for her to feel loved since it was essential for the ceremony. Positive emotions are needed so that the shifting would be a success. But I guess even that did not help this failure of a daughter."

My eyes got all watery from what he just said, even if I couldn't fully understand all of it. Everything became a blur. My tummy feels all twisty, like when you spin around too much. And my heart feels like it's on a bumpy rollercoaster ride. It's hard to catch my breath—a similar feeling after running really fast.

"Papa, what are you talking about? We were just laughing a while ago!" I burst out and finally threw a tantrum.

What can I do? I am only five!

"Y-you even tried to console me! When mama did not give me permission to go with you on hunting trips!" Bursting out all of my feelings while whining. I cried and cried while flapping my arms.. I don't care that I was now talking back to an Alpha, to my papa..

My tummy felt all squishy and mushy again. I was suddenly not feeling well.

"It's Alpha Fredrick to you, Katie Smith." He reprimanded me with a low voice that slowly made its way to my ears. That made me freeze. My head hurts a lot, and my eyes are all squinty. I think I need a nap to make it feel better, but I know I can't possibly do it now.

I am not sure what I will say to papa. I could only just weep again and again. I am not even allowed to call him Father. Just what did I do wrong? Ah. That's right, I haven't wolfed out, even though an Alpha-born for lots of years did it.

When I don't know what to tell papa, I see a hand in front of me. I lifted my head up and saw Mama's hand!

She's my light, my superhero! Even though she didn't talk, I know she's still on my team. Maybe I was wrong about her eyebrows being connected together.

"Mama?" I reached out for her hand, but my mouth flew open as she swatted it away. It hurt, and I sadly looked at her. Her eyes were unhappy but then turned cold quickly. She breathed out, mama usually did that when I wouldn't listen to her.

"What should I do with you?" she whispered, but my tiny ears could hear it loud and clear.

"It's Luna," she added and looked straight into my eyes like she saw a dirty dress. And again, I felt my tummy hurt, but I'm not hungry. We already ate the lamb pie before going here to the sacred place, as what I heard papa name this big rock.

"The necklace," she madly spoke as she once again showed her hands in front of me. So it was not to offer me a hand but to take back the necklace. The Luna's necklace that she gave me just a little while ago in the morning, or was it yesterday? It was already past midnight, and my birthday had already passed by.

I held on to it tightly and never wanted to let go of it. Mama gave me this as a symbol of her love and adoration for me, so why?

"No!!" I stubbornly yelled.

"This is mine! You gave it to me, mama; why would you take it back?!" Showing my angry face to mama so that she knows that I am not happy.

I love this necklace! It is so pretty, and I won't let her take it back. I still cannot fully understand why on earth they are acting like this? Maybe I am just late in wolfing out! Is that so wrong? Can't they give me another chance!? Maybe next year will be the time that I can really shift and wolf out.

I try not to cry and scurry to mama while tugging at the hem of her dress. Peering at her while blinking my eyes lots of times to stop my tears. Mama likes it when I don't cry: "Katie, you need to be brave; the world is such a scary place." Those are the words mama used to comfort me when papa is in a bad mood with the pack members. I usually cry with all the shouting and yelling because I can hear them even if papa is far away from us. Mama would sometimes wonder how I could do this when she said she hadn't heard a thing.

Mama looks down to see me. She bit her lower lip and is trying not to cry too. But again, her eyes changed as she stared at my hand on her dress. As if trying to tell me to let go. When I didn't want to, she harshly pulled her dress, and I got a small owie.

If the other wolves are still here to watch, they will be really surprised too! But papa already made them go away when I didn't wolf out. I feel all messy inside, like when my ice cream melts too fast. I don't like this feeling.

I wonder if the pack members can hear all of our shouting from their houses. My soft, tiny hand hurt because of the boo-boo. I felt something wet on my palm, and when I took a peek, there was a red liquid.

N-no way.

Is this.. Blood?

I looked at mama's dress, and there were some small pointy beads at the bottom part of her dress.

"Again, it's Luna Kathrina. And it is the last time I am repeating myself, Katie. Now, my necklace, or else.."

With shaky hands, I pulled the necklace, as it had some magic on it. You can just pull it off, and it won't be broken. It can also be long or short, depending on who wears it. This was the reason why I loved it so much. But now, it was for sure the last time I could ever hold it in my hands...