The Male Omega s Awaking

Axel always knew that his fate would be doomed from the moment his caste was decided by the goddess Luna and the god of wolves, to be born omega in a world like the one he had been born into was too much, even as a prince of a nation, it did not remove the curse of his lineage, OMEGA, it seemed a bad word that carried the soul, the coldness that constituted to be nothing more than the possession of the superior beings, the alphas, barbarians in their majority, full of unhealthy intentions, guilty of the greatest disasters, creators of calamities.

Now in the night, with the goddess bright and splendorous, he looks up and sees what could be said, is one of the few ancestral entities that inspire him faith, the god of the wolves, the father of all his race, to whom for years the subjects and the royal family have paid tribute, Fenrir, the king among kings, god of gods, who marks the beginning and the end, who puts them on the ground and gives the mission of life to the wolves, the eternal lover of the moon, and lord of the Lycans, and now Axe wonders, deep inside himself, as his wolf stirs furiously in his chest from the emotions of his human side, if his prayers could be heard, if by howling in sadness and desolation to the moon and hoping that the wolf god would hear him up there in his temple, if by falling to his knees and ready to bow with his forehead pressed to the cold ground, to pray while his body trembles with anger and helplessness and tears furrow his face, he could be truly heard and delivered from his fate.

He walks through the wide corridor, feeling his wolf alert, with ears attentive to any sound and animal look, he feels dejected, heavy but determined, the night was furrowing Asmax, in fact the heat was beginning to be unbearable and the weather did not give truce to give even a small breeze, Axe felt the sweat running down his forehead, Axe felt the sweat running down his forehead, hands and back while the uncomfortable cloth stuck to his torso as if it could not be otherwise, with the candles lit, illuminating the pantheon of the god Fenrir and other small deities, dark to human eyes but he, even if he did not have his wolf there, guiding him, could go blind, at a safe pace, because he would know how to find every hiding place and not suffer any harm.

Carefully he stopped in front of the deity and on the wooden plank lined with red velvet he knelt placing his hands together, breathing deeply, feeling the air pass painfully into his lungs, beginning with whispers that took on greater shape and volume, all around, his scent swirling strongly, and his she-wolf growled in annoyance as she felt Axe's uncertainty and pain, for him, a man who had grown up in a country that nevertheless respected caste, going to a nation like Craenia made him shriek in agony, and she, his she-wolf and faithful companion and protector knew it.

"Oh father of wolves, one of your children needs you, and even if my faith is not absolute, I still come to you today to ask for help".

She licked her lips nervously, though she believed fervently in what was instilled in her, praying had never been his forte, he didn't even go to church enough.

"Giving presence in the lands of Craenia, will be my own undoing, as omega, in a world as cruel as the one we got to live in, to go there would be to open the gates to hell, however, my lord, the war seems to envelop us with its scent of blood and desolation, Aspor wants to destroy us, leaving me in an extremely difficult position, since not agreeing, would only condemn us all only to death and devastation, I have never asked for anything my lord, never, but this time I want, I deserve to be selfish, deliver me from this unfortunate fate, without having to live with the death of an entire people on my back as punishment".

Life was unfair, to put his people just now in a position of war was not what he would have expected, not when his father and alpha, at last thought to rest next to his mother, leaving behind a life of shocks and threats. Asmax was peaceful, a haven of peace for the Lycans, they had not crossed more than simple words with other kingdoms in years, he did not understand, even with the wisdom of his she-wolf in his midst, what had happened, how was such a thing possible? Axe swore that no matter how much he thought and tried to find something feasible that could explain in a logical way the actions of the enemy, he could not find it, it was as if they had only decided to go against him, as if some evil being had poisoned his mind and was asking for Asmax's blood.

In the distance a horn sounded, it was similar to the war harmonies of his people, only this one was more equanimous and low, like an order that must be taken without refutation, and it could only mean one thing, they had accepted the alliance with Craenia for the sake of protecting both kingdoms of Aspor.

Axe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sometimes wearing a crown was too much.

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