-One Percent.

Eden POV.

Welcome to the bottom of hell, please leave all kinds of hopes and dreams outside.

The name is Eden, I'm a girl, an Omega girl, yes Omega means that I am a werewolf, I belong to a pack. You know all the stories you hear about Omegas, them being weak, abused, taken advantage of? You know all that jazz, well I'm happy to say it's all lies.

Most omegas live happily in wolf packs, they are cared for, loved, and overly spoiled! An Omega is the pack baby, we are worse than puppies, see all the stories they are lies, most omegas, like ninety-nine percent of them are that spoiled.

Now the unlucky one percent? Well that would be me! The lucky unlucky Omega, I live in an abusive home, the pack, they aren't that bad, they are good people, for everyone else but not me, I'm hated.

But why would they hate an Omega? Why would everyone else spoil us and them hate me? For any other pack, an Omega is a gift, someone who'd keep all dominant wolves happy. We are nature calm compared them their dominance, the Ying to their Yang, whatever you want to call it, the goddess made us special, don't like it fill a complaint in your next prayer. I've explained why we are special, now to why me, why I'm so much hated, well you know when you are expecting to have a hot shower? Like one that's so hot it makes your skin hot and your muscles relax? You know that feeling, bet you can imagine the water, now imagine being hit with ice-cold water. That was my parents' feeling when they got me instead of my twin brother, yes twins! An alpha and an Omega, it's not unheard of, but sadly for them by brother died while giving birth, and I survived if that wasn't bad enough my mother, my dad mate, his Luna, she died.

Now you get why I'm hated in my pack? I killed their future alpha, I killed their Luna, I'm not someone of power, I'm someone who needs their constant care and love, something they weren't willing to give me. I grew up being raised by nannies, non were allowed to love or care for me too much, if they did they would be changed right away.

By the time I was ten I was nanny free, by the time I was twelve the abuse started as did my Omega powers and aspect, dominant wolves felt attached to me, they wanted to love and care for me, I made them feel relaxed and happy. Every time one of my pack felt the urge to give me a hug or just kiss my pain away they'd feel the anger toward me, it's their alpha anger, he's in charge of the whole pack, they hate who he hates, love who he loves, and that wouldn't be me.

Now I'm sixteen, I'm hated, emotionally exhausted, I had to tame in all my Omega futures, that hurt, it hurt me. Physically I was sick add to my random bruises left on by the pack members, but being underweight, weak, and sick all the time. Most Omegas, well they have a way to deal with their power, they want and need so much care, that being into CGL relation was the perfect match made for them.

CGL stands for caregiver little, with us being the little and the whole pack being our cg, mostly the alpha would take extra care and attention toward us. We don't have a mate, we don't belong to one person like everyone else, we belong to a pack, the whole pack, now imagine having twenty-something dominant wolves wanting to love you, that would be a dream come true.

I never regressed before, I was too scared to do that, if I did, I'll probably die from lack of attention, my wolf would go crazy for sure. So I never did, and no one ever asked or tried to know why, they probably hoped I'd regress and fall off some cliff.

Now you see, welcome to the bottom of hell, it's school time, even if you are dying, you have to hit school. I woke up and got dressed in my school uniform, the only reason I go to a private school is cause I belong to the pack, the school is free for all pack members. Most of the students are werewolves from different packs, I had this dream, a silly dream, one day someone would take me away, I'll belong to a new pack and I'll be loved but for now I had to survive.

I put the uniform on and got my backpack, my bones are showing, my cheeks are holo, my skin is yellow, maybe I'd die first before I got the chance to have a new family.

"Stay strong Eden, you have to survive," I tell myself in the mirror before leaving the house, I walk to school, everyone else rides but I'm good walking, away from them. One foot in front of the other, until I felt everything go dark.