Save Me

"Useless piece of shit! Get your ass here now!"

I jumped as the booming voice of my father, the alpha, floated up the attic stairs. Not that it mattered but I quickly raced to him, though with my injured body it wasn't easy. No matter what I did or how fast I did it. It wouldn't stop him from getting madder than he already was, nothing I did was ever good enough.

His cold, topaz eyes glared at me as I lowered my head and stood before him. Without a word, he kicked me. His huge foot connected with my stomach and the force of it sent me flying backwards into the wall.

My head made contact with the solid surface with a loud bang. Stars danced behind my vision as I tried to stop myself from blacking out. My back erupted in pain as the lash marks from the previous night's punishment connected with the wall.

It wasn't like this before.

As a child, my father would often smile and laugh with me. He always found time to play with me if I wanted him to. Especially after my mother passed away. We became inseparable.

At the age of thirteen, my shift had taken my father by surprise in two ways. One, it had come on so suddenly neither of us had time to be prepared and two, I had shifted into a pure white male omega. Luckily, my father had been the only one to see me in my wolf form. Using a dark powerful voice, one I had never heard before, he instantly ordered me to shift back and tell no one.

Rumours spread around that the alpha's son was not a shifter, since I didn't join the other wolves of my age in their first shifts and runs. Father moved my room to the attic and I was ordered to never leave the house. Of course, at first, I rebelled and left, but I quickly discovered that that was a bad idea.

Everyone in the pack taunted or turned away from me in disgust. My friends were no longer my friends and people that had helped raise me sneered or spat at me. Then when my father would find me he would drag me to my new room and beat me. I learned quickly to follow his rules.

"Did you hear me! Get up and get back here," he shouted.

I stood up slowly, being careful not to show any signs of weakness, though my head was still spinning. I limped back over to him and again lowered my head in submission.

"I'm sorry fa….alpha," I caught myself before I called him father.

He was no longer my father. Even if he were to stop beating me and allowed me to be free, he would never again be my father.

"I said, tomorrow we will have visitors from another pack. They will be staying for a few weeks. Two of them will stay here, so make sure their rooms are perfect. The others will stay with other pack members. Once you have done that, find enough food for two weeks and stay in your room. If you run out of food that's tough. If they see, smell or hear you, then you will be in trouble," he growled.

I nodded and set off to do as I was told. Once the two bedrooms were as good as I could make them, I collected food that wouldn't spoil and locked myself in my room. These next two weeks could be seen as a blessing and as torture.

The next day I heard the visitors arrive, listened to my father greet them warmly and then cried into my pillow. I can't even remember the last time he spoke to me that nicely. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to picture my mother's smiling face. As well as her voice when she would sing me a lullaby. Her face and voice would come for only a second before a flair of pain would distract me, bringing me back to my harsh reality.

That night, once I was sure everyone was fast asleep, I snuck out. I would often do this so that I could go outside and feel the fresh air, though I knew to stay for only a few minutes.

As soon as I stepped outside and felt the cool spring wind on my skin I sighed. I stared up at the full moon, my silent wolf stirring slightly. Ever since the day father beat me and ordered me to shift back, I haven't felt him. That small stirring, when a full moon is high in the dark sky, is the only time I know he's still there.

"Hello,"

Jumping like a cat on a hot plate, I spun around to see a young man my age smiling at me. Instantly, I felt a pull to him, like a large rope had suddenly connected us both. His light green eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he slowly took a step towards me. His olive skin called out to be touched and my body burned with the need for him to touch me, to claim me. When he took a step forward I stepped back.

"Stop!" I tried speaking in my most commanding voice. However, I knew it was weak.

"Please, don't say you've seen me, " I begged him. "Forget me, ask no one about me and don't look for me."

These words sounded bitter in my mouth but I had to say them. If he asked my dad about the boy he saw, I would die for sure.

He took another step towards me and again I stepped back.

"Please," I begged again before quietly rushing back to my room.

My heart was pounding like someone was hammering on my chest, as I quietly shut the door and climbed into bed. Well, bed might be the wrong word. It was just a few old, moth-eaten blankets piled up. In one corner I had a box for what little clothes I had and in the other, nothing.

I was allowed nothing to read, write or play with. The only source of light I had was a small window high up. It was lucky I had some of my wolf's abilities like good eyesight and high body temperature. Though it was weak it allowed me to stay warmer than I would have been.

All night every little sound near my door had me freezing. Waiting for the door to open and my death to start. Thankfully, the sun rose with no sudden visits from my father.

I spent the day rationing my food and peeking through the window. Neither admitting nor denying to myself that I was hoping to see that man again.

When my door banged open I panicked. Fearing my father had discovered my secret. Martha, my father's current mistress, placed a bowl of water down along with some cloth. She sneered at me and then left.

I allowed my lungs to breathe with relief as I collapsed on the floor. As I laid there I pictured his eyes and sighed. No one's eyes had ever looked so beautiful before. Those green eyes reminded me of the early morning grass just as the sun hits it.

For several nights I stayed in my room, though I longed to feel the wind I knew it wouldn't be wise. I had a lucky escape this time but I might not be so lucky next time.

---

After the fifth night, I needed to leave. This time I waited slightly longer before I left my room. I could hear my father and Martha sleeping, as well as two others. I figured those were the guests.

Once outside I stuck to the shadows in case someone came by. When I was sure I was alone I leaned against the cool brick wall and closed my eyes. There was no breeze tonight but the cold bricks provided a good alternative. The silence didn't seem so deafening here, it was peaceful.

"Something is strange."

My body froze as my eyes shot open. I shrunk back as two figures came out of the door from the main living area. Thankfully I had exited through the kitchen door, so I knew they wouldn't catch my scent.

"I agree." It was green eyes speaking.

He stepped into the moonlight and I almost took a step towards him. The pull was strong.

"I am almost certain he had a child. I clearly remember your mother complaining about being childless when we told her before she found you."

The other voice came from an older looking man. I am sure he is an alpha, he has that aura about him.

"Yeah, she often says it was fate that brought me to her," green eyes chuckled and I almost groaned.

"When I first asked about where his son was he changed the topic. When I ask other members of this pack, many of them glance at this house and then do the same."

Green eyes nodded and looked around. I thought he had sensed me and I was about to leave when his voice stopped me.

"Maybe his son is dead and that's why he changes the subject or …"

Dead? I wanted to scoff. No the alpha's son isn't dead though I am sure he wished I was.

"Or what Max," the older man said.

I wanted to say his name, feel it on my tongue but I knew I should wait until I got back to my room.

"Or that scared guy I met on our first night here is his son. He looks like him. If it is him then I don't understand why he is nowhere to be found." he said.

Deciding I had lingered long enough I quietly crept back to my room. Careful not to alert the two men.

Sleep was impossible that night as images of green eyes or Max as I know now, filled my mind. His smooth voice and handsome face sent shivers down my spine. I knew enough to know I was attracted to him, but I had no idea what that meant.

--

The next morning I was startled out of my daydreaming by my father banging the door as he barged in and up the stairs. I quickly moved to be in a seated submissive position when he came in. My head was lowered, which meant I had a good view of his boot flying towards me.

I managed to lift my head before it connected with my face. Instead, it made contact with my chest, sending me crashing backwards. I coughed and groaned as I felt and heard a few ribs break.

"You little shit!" he seethed as he continued to kick me.

I curled up trying to protect my chest and face. Father grabbed my arms and pulled me up before punching me in the stomach. His hand on my upper arm prevented me from falling or running.

My face erupted in pain as his fist connected with my head. I could feel blood seeping out when he finally allowed me to fall. Quickly I moved to the seated position as best I could. My head swam and I felt like I was going to blackout.

"You've sneaked out for more food, haven't you? Martha caught your scent in the kitchen," he asked angrily.

I barely registered his question, my focus was on his fists. My blood dripped from his knuckles.

"Answer me!" he yelled as he kicked me.

I nodded instead of speaking. It wasn't true but no matter what I said he wouldn't believe me anyway.

The beating continued until, for the first time ever, someone stopped him. I was vaguely aware of him stopping, someone shouting and a soft touch to my skin.

---

Light filtered through my closed eyelids which caused me to move. When I tried to move my body a voice told me to lay still. It was one I recognised but couldn't name.

When I finally opened my eyes the older man I had seen that night with Max was sitting beside me. It looked like I was in one of the guest bedrooms but my vision was slightly blurred so I couldn't fully tell.

"Lay still, your body is taking a while to heal," he told me as I saw a flash of white in his hands before something cool touched my forehead.

"What …? I started to ask but it hurt to speak.

"Shh! Rest now. We will talk once you have healed," he ordered but not in the same commanding voice as my father often used.

I felt something move on the other side of me and managed to slightly turn my head to see Max laid asleep beside me. Confused, I turned slowly to look back at the older man and he just smiled at me.

"Rest," he said.

My eyes closed and I slept. It was the deepest and most restful sleep I have had in years. It was like the ones I used to have that would often make mum yell at me for several minutes as she tried to wake me up.

----

When I awoke again it was Max who sat next to me this time. It didn't hurt as much to move as it had before and my vision was clearer. So, I was able to realise I was, indeed, in one of the guest bedrooms. I was laid on the comfortable bed as a fire blazed in the fireplace.

"You're finally awake," Max said, a huge smile on his face.

I nodded, unsure why I was there. Then the previous events came back to me. Dad bursting in and accusing me of stealing food and then beating me. I also remembered it stopping and new voices. That must have been Max and the older man.

"You've been asleep for two days. I was worried that you wouldn't wake up," he spoke with such a soft tone I didn't know what to do or say.

He moved to help me sit up when he noticed I was trying to move. His gentleness and care put me on edge. I looked around the room and eyed the door. I expected my father to be standing facing me, a silent glare in his eyes.

"If you're looking for your father, he won't be bothering you ever again," he said when he noticed my eyes darting about.

My eyes grew wide as my mouth widened. He placed a hand on top of mine and sighed.

"My uncle and I almost arrived too late," his eyes filled with pain as he recalled the memory. "We had a meeting with some of the pack members that travelled with us. When we returned we heard him shouting and we smelled blood. When we raced inside my heart stopped. There was blood everywhere and you were laid on the floor as he was hitting you. My uncle stopped him whilst I raced to you."

He moved to sit next to me on the bed and I shied away. He brought the hand that had been holding mine up to touch my face.

"You weren't moving or responding to me. For a moment I thought you were dead. In my grief of possibly losing you, I attacked your father. He received the same treatment he had given you. My uncle has him locked in the cellar with two guards at the door from our pack."

I was touched, moved and confused. Why would he do that?

"I don't understand I ...." I started but he shook his head.

"We suspected he was hiding something when we arrived but couldn't figure it out. I thought it might have had something to do with you from our first meeting. You looked so scared to be seen, I had hoped to see you again but you never came back out," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "Why do you care?"

His eyebrows knitted together before he moved his face close to mine. His mouth stopped just inches from mine.

"You really don't know why?" he asked.

I moved sideways, breaking the moment as I shook my head. He moved to sit next to me and took my hand again.

"You're my mate," he said as if it explained everything.

It was my turn to knit my brows together in confusion.

"Do you understand what I mean?" he asked me and I shook my head.

He sighed before he leaned over and kissed me. I was too shocked to respond. Eventually, he moved back and smiled softly at me.

"That night, when we first met, did you feel a pull towards me the moment our eyes met?" he stared deep into my eyes as he asked.

I nodded, I had done nothing but think about it since it happened.

"That pull is what happens when wolves find their mate, their partner, the other half of their soul. You are my mate and I am yours. I will do everything I can to keep you safe and loved if you'll let me," he told me.

Turning my head away from his was one of the hardest I had ever done, despite doing it earlier. I could tell he meant what he said but I knew it couldn't last. Especially when he finds out about me.

"Wait!" he asked as I left the room.

He followed me through the house I had planned to go outside, but along the way, there were many new faces I didn't recognise so I went to the attic instead.

I hated that room but it was the only one with enough free space for what I needed to show him.

"Why have you come here? You're free now, you don't have to come in here ever again," he growled when he saw a patch of my blood.

"I have to show you why you have to choose another mate," I said and he looked hurt.

"You don't choose your mate, the Moon Goddess chooses for you," he explained.

I paused, I think I remembered stories about the Moon Goddess from when I was younger.

"Do you have to accept her choice?" I asked.

He shook his head, clearly not liking what he was about to say.

"No, you can refuse. Many don't as they trust in the Moon Goddess," he added the last bit in case I had ideas of refusing.

In fact, it was the opposite. The fact that there was someone that wanted to love and protect me was a dream come true. He sounded sincere but that was only because he hadn't seen who I truly was. That was why I brought him here, I wasn't sure if I could shift as I had only done it once and my wolf has been silent until recently.

Ever since first meeting Max I have felt my wolf stir more and more.

"Before you decide who I am to you, there is something you should know."

I took a step back and called for my wolf. Though I had only done it once, I still remember calling him. Though I hadn't meant to shift at that time, I still remember the feeling.

At first, my wolf stayed hidden, I was worried he wouldn't come. Then, just as I was about to give up he moved. Soon he took over my body and for the first time in nine years I shifted.

Max gasped as I sat down and waited for him to run, or get angry or attack. Father had said that this would happen the moment someone sees me. He said that everyone would hate me and would want me dead.

He stayed motionless for about a minute before a huge grin spread over his face. He held his hands up and told me to wait there, to stay in wolf form.

I laid my head down when he disappeared. My wolf whined at my thoughts. I couldn't help it. Max had run off the minute he saw me, no doubt he was getting some more wolves together so they could kill me just like father said.

"In here!" I heard him call as he raced back inside.

Only one pair of boots followed him and it smelt like his uncle.

"Look! I knew there was a reason why the Moon Goddess gave me a male mate."

He sounded so excited but I wasn't sure if it was with happiness or bloodlust. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever was going to happen.

"I'm so happy for you, my boy!" his uncle sounded just as happy as Max had been.

"I've never seen a wolf so beautiful before, he's pure white," Max gushed, my eyes snapped open just as he stepped forward with his hand outstretched. It looked like he was going to pet me.

Wait! What?

His hand touched my fur and a shiver ran through me. Max's gentle touch swept over my body. He moved around me touching everywhere he could until he stopped at my face. My head was lowered so he pulled it up to be level with his.

"Thank you," he said before kissing my snout.

Too many emotions were raging through me, I was overwhelmed. Whilst still in wolf form I raced out of the room and through the packhouse. Thankfully, due to my weakened state, my wolf wasn't that much bigger than an average wolf so I encountered no roadblocks or did any damage.

In my confused and overwhelmed state, I raced outside into the back area. Many of my pack members were outside including Martha. I had stopped almost right in the middle of the grass area. A collected gasp made me realise where I was.

My wolf instantly retreated and I shifted back. Fear and panic flooded through me as I recognised what I had just done. I had disobeyed my fathers most important rule, in fact, I had broken it.

'Never! Let anyone know you are an omega.'

Martha stepped forward, I had expected to see anger or hatred in her eyes. It was how she usually looked at me. Instead, she looked shocked and surprised.

"Liam?" she asked as she reached for me.

I shuffled back and she withdrew her hand. As quickly as my weakened body would allow, I kneeled and bowed in front of them all.

"Please, forget what you saw. Don't tell father, he'll ...." I begged.

"Liam stop!" Martha ordered before she stepped forward. "How long has your wolf been with you?"

"Since... since before my thirteenth birthday," I told her, stammering slightly.

There were murmurs throughout the crowd but I couldn't fully hear what was being said. Martha knelt in front of me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Did your father know?" she asked and I nodded.

"Why did you both keep this a secret? He told everyone that you were born without a wolf. He told everyone that you were the reason for your mother's death. She was so heartbroken at having a defective son that her heart stopped."

I stared at her in shock. Mother had died a year before my thirteenth birthday, how could they believe that.

"It didn't seem right but he was our alpha. We have to trust in him. He ordered everyone to have very little to do with you and not to treat you kindly. A pack has to obey their alpha," she explained.

"So why did you keep this a secret?" she asked again.

"You know why, you have seen me. He said I was wrong, that I should never have been born," I told her as I lowered my head in shame.

She cupped my cheek and lifted my face to meet hers.

"Yes we saw, you are a beautiful pure white omega wolf. It is said that a pure white wolf is a good omen. He is the one that is wrong," she said with a smile.

"...but … I'm on omega. He said that male omegas were a curse. That they had to be killed. He said that if you all found out about me you would order my death and he would be forced to kill his own son …."

"You are not a curse," everyone turned as Max stepped up beside me. "Male omega's can do everything a female omega can."

Martha gasped as I looked confused, I had no idea what he meant.

"You mean he could have children one day?" she asked excitedly.

Max nodded and my eyes went wide. "Yes, if he wants to, he can."

That was all I could handle, it was all too much. I collapsed and before I truly blacked out I heard many voices call my name.

---

When I awoke again I was in the same room before and Martha was applying a cool cloth to my forehead. When I tried to move she stopped me and told me to rest. After a sigh, she looked at me with a painful look in her eyes.

"Liam, for my part I am truly sorry. I should not have treated you the way I did. You've been alone so long and I did nothing to help. You are not a curse, far from it. Though I have never mated with your father I do consider you my son, something I should have done sooner."

Her touch was soft and her voice soothing. Tears slowly fell from my eyes as I listened.

"There is so much you don't know about your kind. I will try to explain as best as I can," she took hold of my hand and held it in hers.

"Some people believe male omegas are a curse but many don't. You are a male omega and you will be mated typically with another male. Your body will go into heat, it's a little distressing at first. When in heat your temperature will spike and you will send out a scent that nearby unmated males will smell. They will crave you and want to mate with you. Depending on where you are, this can be a terrifying sight, as they will fight each other to be the one that mates you."

"Usually omega's are taught how to notice the signs of their heat so they can be hidden away safely. That is until they find their mate. A mate is someone the Moon Goddess has chosen for you. Upon your first meeting, usually, when you look into their eyes for the first time a sort of pull will happen. This person will be your other half, the one person that will love, cherish and protect you."

She moved to wipe the tears that hadn't stopped falling before placing a kiss on the hand she was holding.

"When you give yourself to your mate they will mark you, claiming you as theirs. You can also claim them. Once the claiming bite is there it's for life. No one and nothing will come between you. He will love you for who you are."

Max came in just then, Martha kissed me on the forehead and left us alone. I sat up as Max sat on the bed beside me.

"Are you ok?" he asked, I nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry I ran off. I was just …"

"You were just overwhelmed. I bet you expected me to hate you or want you dead," he sighed. "I can only imagine what that man has done to you but I promise I will never hate you. You are my mate and even before I knew you were an omega I was happy with who the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. I have always known I would mate with a man, so has my mother, uncle and aunt. The fact that you are an omega is just a bonus."

"I know you are new to all this but I really just want to protect you. You don't have to accept me as your mate but I will still stay and look after you," he looked pained when he spoke the last part.

Without thinking I brought my face to his and kissed him. It was more a peck but the sensations from that small touch were enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.

Max was stunned for a minute before he leaned forward and claimed my lips. His hands gripped my waist and moved me forward so I was now sitting across his lap.

His erection rubbed against mine as our mouths moved in sync. I moaned when his tongue explored my mouth before swiping across my tongue in a battle. His hands gripped both of my ass cheeks, moving me against him. The friction had me unlocking my mouth from his, tilting my head back and moaning again.

He took that chance to attack my throat. His mouth licked and nipped a path up and down and over my chest. When his tongue flicked one of my nipples I jerked. I looked down and saw the smirk clear on his face when he did it again.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of pleasurable torture, he gripped my legs and stood. He turned back to the bed and climbed on top. Before he softly laid me down in the centre of the bed and hovered over me.

His hand cupped my cheek softly before traveling down the length of my upper body. When he cupped me, I suddenly realised I have been naked all this time. His warm hand gripped my bare and sensitive cock as my hips jerked.

Max watched me as my back arched and I tilted my head back against the pillows. Waves of pleasure were coursing through me and it felt like I couldn't take it. Suddenly, I felt his breath against my ear before he whispered.

"Will you be my mate?" he asked.

I nodded vigorously and groaned when his hands lowered past my sack and rubbed my hole. His fingers came back wet and for an embarrassing moment I thought I had just ruined this moment.

"Don't be embarrassed, I have been told that when male omega's are aroused they secrete something called slick. It's to help ease my cock inside you."

I groaned at the image, my previous embarrassment gone. He returned his hand back to my puckered hole and slowly inched inside. It was painful at first as he pushed past the first ring of muscles. I almost wanted to ask him to stop but I knew I should trust him. He hasn't done anything to hurt me so far.

Soon, he started inching in and out, each time touching a spot inside me that sent a wave of electricity through me. My cock would jerk each time he touched it.

"Are you ready for me?" he moaned before bringing his mouth down on my cock.

His hot mouth enveloped my head and shaft at the same moment he touched that spot and I came in his mouth. My hips jerked as he continued to suck me as spurt after spurt of my cum washed down his throat.

When he pulled his mouth off he licked his lips as if to catch any of my cum that had tried to escape. He moaned as he leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue and it was my turn to moan.

As he kissed me senseless he lined himself up and pushed forward. He only stopped kissing me when he was fully inside. I moaned as he moved into a sitting position and slowly started to rock inside me.

His thick cock rubbed inside my tight hole in such a delicious way that my cock soon became hard again. He teased the sensitive tip with his fingers as he sped up.

"Max!" I groaned out loud as I came again.

Pools of white-hot liquid coated his hand and my stomach. Soon his hips started jerking faster. He leaned forward and kissed a spot on my neck before looking into my eyes.

"Can I mark you?" he asked.

Instinctively I eyed a spot on his neck and smiled.

"Only if I can mark you," he smirked and tilted his head to the side.

"Go ahead," he challenged.

As he came inside me and I came over our joined chests, we both simultaneously bit down onto each other's necks, leaving our marks. Once I had milked him he slowly pulled out and moved to the side of me. We collapsed panting. I laid on my back whilst he was on his stomach slightly on top of me. His nose nuzzled mine as he gazed into my eyes.

"Mine!" he growled softly.

"Yours!" I growled back and for the first time in years I fell into deep, peaceful sleep next to someone that I knew loved me and that I knew I loved.