Being the alpha's girlfriend had pros and cons. Pros: I was no longer the weak, helpless, omega. Cons: I was hated. But mostly by jealous wannabes.
I received a text from Mason.
PACK MEETING. 3 30. DON'T BE LATE!
I giggled as I put down my phone. "Hey omega!"
I looked up to see a blonde and her groupies standing in front of me. "You mean used to be omega?" I smirked.
"No loser. Your once again an Omega." Her and her group laughed. I had a confused look on my face and she saw that. "You'll see."
I stormed out of the cafeteria determined to find out what she meant. Then I saw it. Mason standing in front of a red head, who must be new (I've never seen her before), with dilated eyes.
They stared at each other. Like statues. The silence broke. "Mine." Mason claimed.
My heart, once again, shattered. I ran out of the school, out of pack territory, becoming a rogue. Oh well, sucks to be me, I guess.
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The Perks of Being an Omega
WerewolfBlair is an Omega. For her everything begins to go wrong, and when things start to look up, they fall right back down again. But in the end, there's a choice; Love, life, or death. **Written as an 8th grader. So fair warning, it will suck.**
