Liam's POV:
I woke up due to the bright sunlight that reached in through the large window, rustling in the silky bedsheets, moving my nude wide muscled shoulders on the soft bed with a soft grin on my face when I finally had enough sleep and decided to wake up to have my breakfast.
Yeah, that's what happened in my imagination.
The truth is, I woke up due to the loud sound of the alarm that I left on the nightstand right next to my rock-hard bed.
The bed doesn't have any bedsheets on it, I only have the blanket that I use to cover my body with, well at least the wide-muscled shoulders weren't only in my imagination.
I'm 6'6ft tall, with wide shoulders, a massive back, and a muscled chest, not to forget the eight-pack abs, a slim waist, and huge thighs.
Those thighs make it seem like I'm a professional rugby player, which I am not.
My forearms are as big as an average man's biceps, veins spread all over them.
I have long dark thick hair that reaches the back of my neck, and low, thick eyebrows that are close to my eyes, which provides my face with that sexy hunter-dominant appearance.
Straight yet kind of a big nose, with medium-sized lips that match the dynamic of my face, then comes my favorite part of my face… My sharp perfect jawline.
Now, if anybody happens to hear about how I describe myself would think I'm the most perfect-looking man of all time and also would think that I'm very confident, hit the gym every day, and take care of my body.
Unfortunately, none of this is true.
Yes, everything I said about myself is perfect but I haven't talked about my biggest insecurity that ruined my life and made my own parents abandon me and leave me in an orphanage, only to be adopted by a very sweet and soft-hearted lady who protected me from the world.
My eyes.
My eyes are my biggest enemies and insecurities.
Now you may be wondering how can eyes make parents abandon their child and also may think that my eyes are mutilated or something like that.
But no.
" Sweetie? You are awake already?" That's my adoptive mother standing with a sweet warm smile on her face, I nodded as she walked toward me to give me a forehead kiss before going back to her room to continue sleeping.
Yes, sleeping because it was only 4:30 AM, I woke up because I needed to be at my workplace before 5:00 AM.
However, let's go back to the important conversation about my eyes.
See in the werewolf world, there are three main types of the populace.
First of all, there are the Alphas, the leaders, the protectors, the providers, the strongest.
Alphas are always in charge of all the above, they always have red glowy eyes, black-furred, huge wolves when they shift, rapid and strong.
Second of all, we have the Betas and the Deltas, who are more like humans than werewolves.
Some of them could be strong and dominant, some not, and they could be in charge or not.
As I said just like normal humans.
Those usually have either yellow or green eyes and their wolf could be any shade of brown.
Then comes the most unfortunate type, the omegas.
The omegas are the weakest, most submissive rank in the werewolf community.
All the omegas have blue glowy eyes and white, tiny wolves.
The most unfortunate omegas are the males, because, the male omegas can get pregnant which is why a lot of werewolves don't quite accept them, as if they chose that for themselves.
Now any of these ranks are just pretty normal.
But not mine.
I'm an abomination.
I was born with not red, not green or yellow, not even blue eyes, but purple eyes.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection, with a grimace of disgust on my face because of the glowy purple eyes that were staring right back at me through the mirror.
I'm an omegarian-Alpha, which means I'm both an omega and an alpha.
Nobody has ever heard, seen, or even read about something like that.
My biological parents were both alphas, I was supposed to be an alpha like them.
I don't know why I was born like this.
They got terrified because of how abnormal my eyes were to the point that they decided to abandon me when I was 7 years old after they could not find any "cure" to my issue.
I still recall how much frustration and fear their faces held as they kept talking to every doctor they could find in town, only to be disappointed by the end of every appointment.
I'm 27 years old now but I was 8 when I fortunately got adopted.
When I was 16, I dropped out of high school and started working multiple jobs to help my mother afford the basic things stuff that we both needed because my father, well her husband aka my adoptive father got killed in a rogues' attack and left us.
Rogues are basically stray werewolves who don't belong to any pack, most of them are feral and rebellious. They can be any of the ranks above, also apparently attacking packs is their favorite hobby.
My adoptive mom is an omega, and not many people accept amegas to work for them which is why I started hiding my omega side from everyone and applied for many jobs.
Currently, I am working as a construction worker, I have been working as such for the last seven years, and that is the reason why I have this strong body, not because I hit the gym.
We live with a minimum wage income, we are kind of poor, and can't afford a lot of things, but you know what? I'm happy because at least I have a roof over my head and a loving mother who loves me the way I am, the way my own real parents could not.
As I walked out of the house in the freezing weather and darkness, I stopped as my eyes caught a glimpse of another construction worker who was standing on his doorstep.
He is smiling widely because his wife hugged and kissed him before cutely waving bye to him.
His wife is his fated mate.
" Hey, Liam." I faked a smile and waved back at him as he rushed to his motorbike to start it while I just carried on walking toward my destination.
A fated mate is a destined person that the moon Goddess made particularly for every werewolf.
Everyone who reaches the age of 21 can easily detect where their fated mate is by catching their scent if they are in the same area.
As any other wolf, I do have a fated mate, and I know who she is, but of course, the moon Goddess has to hate me because she did not only destine someone who was younger than me when I turned 21, which means they could not discern me but also the Goddess destined someone who hates being in the same room as an omega.
I laughed at my pathetic self, because not only that but also the moon Goddes chose someone that was way out of my league and way higher than the middle or poor class where I belong.
The head alpha of our pack, the only true blood in our pack.
True blood is the rarest breed/rank of werewolves, true blood is eight times stronger and faster than an alpha. Their eyes glow in a very dark shade of red and when the true blood is at the peak of their power, their whole eye could change into black.
The head alpha, Anastasia Rain.