Omega to Alpha

he

his shoulders like a hunter with the price of a dead antelope. The forest grounds moved briskly before my eyes as I groaned in pain over his

He clasped his palm around my thin neck, ready to

me I’ll save you. I promise you. If I ever see those legs outside th

us gaze and stormed out of my room. I struggled to

as a harsh reality that I was not prepared to face. All I wanted was a normal childhood, like the boys. That was the birth of my hatred for the pack, and for every warrior—including my father. I felt cheated and deprived. I slept off on the floor where my father

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ear of my kind. But, I grew more hardened, regardless. Life was monotonous

Alpha's advisor early that year since my younger brother, Carl, made a name for himself among the warr

laimed as every other birthday, b

I'm sure the moon goddess has a plan for you too,” sh

celebrate. I wasn't leaving my mini prison. It would be another baking spree, and a runny stomach after consuming

side, ready to continue my sleep. The only thing I looked f

his is the best gift a girl from this pack would dream of—”

to goodness knows who? Or being hit by your own mate just beca

ed from my mouth before

Her eyes turned sad but she held on a straight gaze. I looked away instantly, regretting my words. I loved my mother. She was all I had after all.

ere was an awkward silence in the room as I slumped ba

t move

d I can take it back

ly to be wowed by the glisteni

o have it for today. I've just one co

are card on my bed. I gazed at the metal c

just rumors. There’s only one way to confirm. I ran out of my room and hugged my mother. Without many thoughts, I wore one of Carl’s baggy coats

aiting to hear the rest of her words. It was about to be my best birthday, taking the shortest route t

rooled from afar at the massive structure after minutes of running. It looked better than my imaginations. The front gate was locked

outing. It was a good thing for me. I continued slowly around the structure. A wide passage demarcated the structure int

in awe as I tried entering one of it. Of

y to find an open space that looked exactly like a forest grou

immediately turning around—scared for my life. How did he hear me?

vice. Whose son are you?” the old short man asked. I took few st

htly protruded belly. He walked past me and approached a large tree stump without taking a second look at me. He took a yoga position at the center of the stump. I stood there in sil

is gone, you become weak prey,” he whispered loud enough. He spoke with so much wisdom that made me

d yourself, son” he concluded. It felt awkward to be addressed as a boy, but I loved i

ng tone. I heard the footsteps of one running behi

the Alpha