My Little, Abandoned Omegas

Chapter 2 | Omega Twins

trigger warning
cruel behavior/bullying
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"Help us..."

I look down, seeing two twins sitting on the ground, backs leaning against the wall.

As it rains I can see them trembling pitifully in the cold rain, as I was warm under my umbrella.

They both clung to one another and it made me remember when I was younger and loved my sibling... Now seeing people with their siblings sickens me.

"I will be of no use to help you Omegas." I say with a sneer at the edge of my voice, smirking as I feel satisfied.

As I walk on, my feet become planted in the ground. My expensive boots become flooded with rain as I can't seem to move from my spot.

But this smell...

No, it can't be.

I feel claws growing slowly, my breathing becoming heavy as my vision blurs in this already blurry world.

I twist around, seeing those twins looking up at me with horror in their eyes.

I start stepping towards them.

"Stay away, please!" One of them gets up, standing in front of other, trying to protect his weaker twin.

I grab his wrist, my claws sinking into his skin. His skin becoming pale as my teeth grind.

"Mine."

My teeth snap together, feeling my teeth enlarge as my canines poke at the sides of my mouth.

These two homeless Omegas are my mates. I can smell it on their skin. It leaks out and engulfs me like smoke, and I can't seem to find a clear way out. Because all I see and think of, is making these two mine.

Because they are mine.

"You both are mine."

I can't accept this! They're Omegas!

The disgusting sin of the rare existence of Omegas, and if anyone knows me, they know I hate Omegas.

I resist the urge to want to sink my teeth into their skin, immediately making them my mates. I yank my claws out this twins wrist.

He grips it, stopping the blood from escaping. The weaker twin standing up as he looks.

"That'll be infected for sure-."

"There's a thing called healing. Your Omega twin will be fine."

The weak one coughs, shaking his head. Shivering even more than before as he stands.

"We are malnourished and have hypothermia. We...we won't be healing anything. We haven't been healing anything."

"What do you mean?" I don't mean to be starting conversation, but he pulls his sleeve up, and I look.

Disgusted as I see long claw marks on his skin. Highly infected and not healing at all. The muscle showing and cut flesh.

"Who did this?"

"Stray." He says, and I look away.

"Cover it back up, it's disgusting to look at." He nods, pulling his sleeve back down.