All this is a flashback from 5 years ago. Clive POV

Walking through the forest like usual. There had been frequent raids between our pack and our neighboring pack. Our pack is one of the largest packs after shadow claw pack. There is a long history of rivalry between our packs.

Reaching my destination I put on my gloves and pinch my nose as the pungent smell hits my nose. As I start to clear out the bloodied dead bodies of the warrior wolves. The ongoing war between the packs has made my work harder. My petite form makes it harder to carry out the dead bodies of the buff men reeking of blood. My werewolf sense of smell made it worse. Yeah, I am a werewolf - a weak omega to be exact. Omegas are on the bottom of the food chain and are treated like worthless sluts only for breeding.

I have never considered considered myself as weak because I know I am everything but weak. I may not be physically strong and buff but I am mentally resilient and strong willed. I was almost done with the cleaning up when the most sweetest and delicious smell I have ever smelt creeped into my nose; it was a mix vanilla and roses. "Mate" my wolf exclaimed. Before I even realising my body started to move by itself and I stood before an unconscious black medium sized wolf. I could tell it was young alpha of our enemy pack.

My wolf whimpered at site of our wounded mate. I was debating whether to help or ignore him; but soon I decided to carry him towards my rundown house because we both have one thing in common - hatred for my pack - Red Moon pack

I lived in outskirts of the pack. My hands and feet were freezing cold as I somehow carried my heavymate on my back. It was a cold November morning around 4:30. My home was still a few miles far and I needed to hurry before the border guards spot me.

Oh my moon goddes it even started to snow. To hell with my bad luck. I can feel my wolf excited just by feeling the heartbeat of our mate on my back. Slowly I reached my home. I lived alone because my parents were killed by the alpha. My name is Clive Rydes 18 years old and am currently boiling water to clean myself and my mate whom I don't even know.

I change my clothes and light the fireplace because my house was a thin walled concrete with zero amenities. I take a damp towel and a bowl of hot water to clean the blood of the wolf. It's beautiful fur was stained with dried blood. I bring the last medicine bottle I am left with to apply on the wolf's wound. I have ointment with me all the time because I get beaten frequently by other wolves. I bandaged my mate and placed him near the fireplace. And I myself went to freshen up because all I smelled like was blood and corpses.

Clive pov

As I was done with my cozy warm bathe, I moved over to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast with the leftover deer meat I hunted 3 days ago. My mate was still snoring near the warm fireplace. I proceeded to cook the meat while I let the excitement of my wolf flow through me. He had been feeling happy and excited since he met his mate. But little does he know his excitement might not be reciprocated because not only I am a male omega but also from enemy pack. I was thinking about my mate's possible reactions after he wakes up.

I was done with the breakfast and decided it was better for me to hunt more so that I can feed my mate. He would feel starved and weak after all he was badly injured from the war. I glanced at my mate once again before leaving to hunt. It was early and snowing so my chances of coming across other wolves would be low. I was searching for almost two hours now the snow makesit much harder my for small grey coloured wolf to hunt. My wolf has a thick shiny grey coat with ocean blue eyes. I was thinking of giving up when a rabbit caught my eye, I slowly hid myself behind the bushes and pounced on rabbit from behind. I bit his neck with my sharp teeth and soon it stopped moving.

I reached my cabin and opened the door with the dead rabbit in my one hand. I entered and looked over at the fireplace, the black wolf was not there. A terrifying low growl came to my ears from the kitchen; the growl sent shivers down my spine. And there I saw my mate ready to attack me in any moment. I raised my arms to show him I am not going to harm him.

By the looks of it, my mate isn't 18 yet and hence can't tell that I am his mate. This saddened my wolf and he whined. I calmed myself and stated " I wouldn't have healed you if I wanted to harm you". This convinced the wolf and he weaklymade his way to the fireplace. I said while making my way to kitchen to cook some food for him " you should change into your human form and I will prepare something for you to eat". I gave him my oversized hoddie and sweatpants from the cupboard and started cooking meat and soup. My wolf kept pestering me to glance at my mate while he was changing but I wasn't that big of a pervert. My mate made his way to the kitchen table and that's when our eyes met. I couldn't help but continue staring at him his forest green eyes, dark black hair and slightly tanned skin made him attractive. He was taller and bulkier than me. I thought to myself about how much training he has gotten to develop his well defined body. That's when my eyes saw the scars and bruises and I frowned without even realising it.

My mate who was sitting on the table patiently waiting for food commented "can you stop staringat me and give me something to eat." I blushed as his deep voice sent sparks throughout my body. I timidly placed the plate in front of him and asked "what's your name?". I felt like a middle schooler talking to his crush for the first time. My face was probably flushed red like a tomato.

Xander's pov

I looked up at the blushing red omega in front me and calmly answered "Xander". My name, I don't know how long I have been away from my pack last thing I remember was fighting with five warrior wolves alone.

I am still keeping an eye on the omega while suspiciously sniffing my meal and eating it; I know he hasn't added anything out of normal because I watched him cook myself. I still found it weird about why an omega would save an alpha from enemy pack. Either he was too naive or planning something else.

Not matter what he was thin and weak looking and I can probably defeat him if he tries to do something. He was really thin and small about 5'4" tall just like any other omega; though it looks like he is mistreated here because he lives alone in a poorly built house. He had fluffy light brownhair, pale face, black eyes and rosy cheeks from blushing. Though he was under nourished but he still looked cute. He was still trying pronouncing my name as trying to see how it sounds.

I still very suspicious of him so I straightforwardly asked him.

"Why did you save me?" Giving him glare

He coughed and looked a little disappointed from my sudden question but he still answered brushing his hand through his hair

"I thought you would ask my name first."

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and he continued bringing his forward for a handshake

"I am Clive Rydes, nice to meet you and the reason I saved you... Let's just say I have some of my personal reasons for that" I was still unsatisfied with his answer but decided to shake hands and he looked anticipated for a second but then returned to his disappointed state.

'Why are you covered in scars and aren't you too young for fighting in the war?" He asked

"Nothing is fair in war and the scars are just a outcome of it. Anyways they'll heal just fine in a span of a week and being too young isn't an excuse to run from your responsibilities according to my father the Alpha of shadow claw pack"

I answered his question because I can tell he was genuinely really curious. He looked a little sad after listening to my answer and a little while after thinking deeply about something he spoke.

"Isn't he too harsh on you?"

I was kind of surprised by his sudden concern, people have never really showed much interest in my affairs unlike him, they all wanted something from me. I scoffed at his statement and replied leaning myself on table.

"That damn old geezer doesn't care about anything except power. He even disregarded his own son and wife. I will always hate and blame him for my mother's death. All cares is about alpha prestige and would be least concerned about my disappearance"

The omega - Clive I think looked really heartbroken for a second but then he put on a really kind smile towards me and cheerfully said

"I know you'll be able to take revenge for your mother's death and find happiness in the future"

I was taken aback by his comment and slamed the table, I don't know what to feel nobody ever smiled or cheered me up; I was mostly left alone so I don't know how to feel. I felt my heartbeat rise a little as I made my way to sit near the fireplace.