Posing for the Omega (For the Alpha #2)
Sydnee B.
Ira has found the one pack that could be his home and the one alpha he wants to spend the rest of his life with. With the threat of the blood wolves looming and the dark secrets that are about to come to light, he'll need more than his awkward self to make it through. Everything is about to come crashing down on him and he's not prepared. Questions arise and Ira has to ask himself - Is his condition really a birth defect? Ira is in a race with time to protect his alpha and pups against the blood wolves and something even more deadly - the truth.
“Dey, you shouldn’t be here.” I looked around nervously for any sign of the beasts I’d been running from. What if the blood wolves were still nearby — they would no doubt change their minds and tear me and Dey apart. They were close, watching, waiting for another chance to attack - at least that’s what kept running through my mind. What had she meant by telling me the truth anyway? What could be so important that she would risk her life walking into the darkness away from the pack’s protection?
Dey shifted back and forth on her paws, obviously nervous as she took a stuttered breath. “I saw you get called into the woods.” She swallowed loudly as she looked around us with spooked eyes. “It was just like Vey,” she murmured.
Wait, what? She’d seen me called into the woods? What did that even mean, and how was that connected to her dead littermate? I was so confused. I’d had one of the most terrifying experiences in my life tonight, and I was having a hard time keeping up with her. I couldn’t think of anything other than what I was going to tell the pack— worse, what was I going to tell my alpha? “Dey, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I kept my voice down, so no one in the dens woke.
“I saw you go into the woods. It was the same thing Vey did before he died… ” The older she-wolf took another deep breath. “I lied to you about my past. I’m so sorry, but I—” she paused as if she didn’t know what to say. “I just couldn’t tell you,” Dey whined pitifully as her wolf eyes watered and her ears laid flat across her skull.
Lied to me? I looked around cautiously for any signs of the blood wolves. “Dey, what are you talking about? Can’t we talk about this in the dens?” Please oh please, anywhere but right here, I thought as my eyes kept shifting back and forth between her and the woods. The more time I spent in the woods, the more anxious I became. I wanted my alpha desperately. I wanted his scent to extinguish the sticky smell of stale blood that clung to my fur.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically. “No! The others can’t know… not yet, but I… I couldn’t keep it to myself, not now that I know that it’s happening again.”
“Again?” Something in her voice made me really look at her. She was shaking, almost falling apart in front of me, her whole body tense as a storm. My heart started to race as another bad feeling started to form deep in my gut. Between what had happened with the monsters in the woods and now her, my pups were going to refuse to come into the world after tonight. “Dey, what are you trying to say?”
“Vey wasn’t the only one who was murdered. The same thing that is happening now happened to my last pack. Members started to disappear, and their bodies were found and Vey, he would leave the pack at night, wandering into the woods, just like you… before he was murdered.” Her words became rushed as she spoke.
“Just like me…” This had happened before? Everything we were going through had happened before to another wolf like me — her pack had gone through the same thing? The forest began to spin as everything crashed over me in one massive wave of shit. As my massive body hit the forest floor. I wondered - as I lay on the cold ground - if I could put in a good word with the bitch, Fate, and ask her why she hated my guts so damn much.
Son of a fugly-ass beaver-faced bitch.
“Ira, wake up my little one.” Gentle large hands rested on my head threading lovingly through my hair. I sighed into my alphas soft creases, smiling at his endearing words. Me little? That was a good one— little compared to what, a bear? Well, maybe something bigger cause I was bigger than most bears too. “That is it, wake up.” Zora rumbled happily and started kissing a path along my jawline, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin. I opened my eyes to stare into the black gaze I loved so much. A soft smile graced his handsome face as he caressed my cheek. “You scared me.” Zora’s nostrils flared.
“I’m fine al—” Gasping I touched my throat. My hairless throat, hairless shoulders, hairless all over. Oh no-no-no-no-no-no, HOLY FUCKING SMALL HORSE DICKS! I was in my second form. This was bad! Worse than total squirrel extinction. Worse than being covered in moose shit. (I will tell you that story later) I could not be in this form, not right now. Oh mother, the pups! My hands shot down to my stomach, where the taut flesh was stretched over my swollen belly. Everything was completely normal from what I could see.
Zora rumbled comforting sounds as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Breathe Ira. Everything is fine. The pups are fine.” He assured me while covering my body with his soothing scent. I wrapped my arms around him desperate to feel the strength of his muscles under my hands as the overwhelming weakness seeped into my conscious. This was so very very bad. I couldn’t afford to be in this form right now. I needed to be strong, and in my second form, I was the weakest wolf in the pack. “What happened? Why am I in this form?.” Oh mother, my voice it was soft and lyrical instead of my normal growly tone. I couldn’t even enjoy the delicateness of this form. I was too terrified.