Without You Novel – Cami “Sit down, Cami.” I’m nervous; that tends to happen when you’re called into the ex-Luna’s office at six in the morning. I’m sitting in front of her in nothing but a pair of flannel pajamas, and my hair is still in a messy bun. As always, Beatrice is dressed impeccably. Her pale pink skirt suit, kitten heels, and hair pulled into a tight grey bun all scream ‘lady in charge’. “I was told you needed to see me; the sooner the better.” My voice wobbles as I pluck at my pajama bottoms; as an Omega, I’m not used to being in front of the Luna.
Our Alpha died last month, so her son is going to be sworn in on the next full moon. A son I’ve been seeing for the previous six months, ever since I first shifted and learned he was my fated mate. I’m nothing but a servant in the eyes of the Pack, so we’ve had to be discreet until Kol could be made Alpha and deem us Omegas as worthy. It’s not unheard of for an Alpha to do this, but it’s rare. Omegas are at the bottom of the Pack for a reason. We’re weaker and softer and often need a male to protect us from the people who mean us harm.
It’s not like we’re beaten or abused; we just aren’t seen. “Kol told me about his intention to mate you. I thought it was about time we met.” I try to hide my surprise as my head flies up to look at Beatrice; her face is pinched like she’s smelled something awful. Kol talked about telling his mother about me, but I had no idea he planned to do it this soon. “I love your son, Luna Beatrice.” Technically she’s not a Luna right now, but I figure showing her disrespect while sitting in what I can only describe as an old lady’s den would be a big mistake. “You’re not who I would have picked for my son, but fate has spoken.
We’ll begin your training immediately.” Beatrice says as she looks down at the small gold watch on her wrist, “Now go home, shower thoroughly, and come back appropriately dressed. Remember, a Luna must always seem composed.” I lick my lips nervously as I wipe my sweat-drenched hands down my flannel pajamas. Getting up for the chair, I give her a small respectful bow and head for the door. “Speedy now, Camille.” I repress a shiver as I open the door and quickly step through. I hate my full name; my mother always used it when I was in trouble. Now that she’s gone, I’m known simply as Cami.
The Pack House is quiet as I make my way down the long hall to the back door; the front door is closer, but as an Omega, I’m not permitted to use it. Being an Omega has never really bothered me; it’s just who I am, and I’ve never seen myself as less. Kol has never treated me any differently; he was standing off to the side when I first shifted, and as my wolf made her way to him, he just stood still while she took her fill of his scent. He never once suggested we couldn’t mate; he even made me wait until I officially turned nineteen before we had sex.
Our relationship has only been kept secret because of our hard Alpha; he’s the one who fed this whole ‘Omegas are less’ theory. “Where in the name of all the shifter gods have you been, Camille Dunn?” I nearly jump out of my skin as I push in the door to the Omega housing; it’s at the back of the Pack House and as far from the rest of the Pack as possible. No one wants to live next door to the people who clean your toilets. Robin is standing next to the kitchen sink with a coffee mug in hand, his chest bare, a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips, and his deep red hair sticking up in every direction. “You scared the crap out of me.” I hiss as I carefully close the door.
I tiptoe over to him and snatch the mug. The Omega housing is home to four female Omegas and Robin, the Pack’s only male Omega. Me and Robin get on like a duck in water, but the other Omegas will stab you in the back to get the attention of a higher-ranking Pack member. When the full moon comes out and they shift, they strut around praying to everything above that someone will notice them and claim them as mates.
“Scared you? I wake up and your bedroom door is open—no note, no call, no smoke signal. Be honest, did that naughty Alpha keep you out all night?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me as I take a sip of his coffee; it’s lukewarm, which means he’s been standing here waiting for me for a while now. “Shush,” I growl at him as I pass him the coffee. The other Omegas don’t know about my mate yet; they would only torment me for getting a h