Omega

Cole

  The pack started to go back to normal. Me and Cole leaded it wonderfully, yet Peter never broke me. He didn't have time. I've been dominant my whole life. It wasn't going to be easy to get me into submission. The beatings left scars on my body and on my heart. Both are healing, thanks to Cole. "I love you," I told him.

  He replied, "I love you, too, Mckayla. You're beautiful." I blushed and we went to his, our, room. The one in the basement isn't mine anymore. "Would you-?"

  "Yes. I'm ready," I told him. It had been two months since Peter tried to r--- me. I had gotten over it, because he didn't have a chance to touch me. I undressed and got into his bed. He did the same.
(Thankfully, I'm skipping the next part. :))

  I sat there panting for breath with my mate beside me. That felt good, I thought. (I really don't know if you feel good after having s**.) I fell asleep under the covers laying beside him.

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  I woke up still under the covers. But Cole was gone. I got up and got dressed into the exact same clothes that I wore earlier. I went downstairs to find the pack gathered in the gigantic living room. Cole was on the steps below me, so I went to him. He smiled. I returned it and waited on him.

  "We are lucky to have such a wonderful alpha female. Maybe the best the Ozark Pack has ever seen," Cole began. I blushed and he chuckled. "No more abuse to anyone. You are free from Peter, the ruthless, previous alpha." Everyone cheered.

  "Ozark Pack's reputation will be restored," he continued. "We will become a good pack of werewolves. Mckayla and I have fully mated. We might get new pups." Everyone cheered. "Things will get better." Then he said a quiet "I hope". "Hunters may hunt then cook. Warriors may scout the territory. Mothers may rest and watch the children. Everyone knows what to do."

  Everyone dispersed and went everywhere. Rose walked up to me. "There's a new werewolf coming from the Snow Pack," she told me. "Where will they start?"

  "Warrior or hunter. We will have NO omegas," I told her. She nodded. I watched my happy pack, no longer under Peter's rule.

  "Mckayla," Cole began, "I am not my father. I will not hurt you nor hurt the pack." I nodded and we kissed. I love my mate, I thought. Cole.