Posing for the Omega (For the Alpha #2)(32)

Zora’s eyes darkened and he jerked back a hint of his fangs flashing. “I was unable to protect them as well, do you perceive me as weak?”

Oh, I’d stepped in it now. “NO!” I rubbed an anxious hand over my belly as I tried to process an answer that wouldn’t burying me any deeper in my shit hole I’d dug. “I don’t think you’re weak, I just I…” Couldn’t come up with anything. Why couldn’t I explain what I meant to him!

Anger rolled off his ash coat in waves, his ears pinned to his head as his lips twitched to bare his sharp fangs. “Do not leave the den today or there will be consequences.” Zora’s words were harsh and grated across my heart.

“Alpha I didn’t mean—”

“Do not speak Ira.” He cut me off, his black eyes flashing with anger and something more. “You have said more than enough this day. Do as I command and stay in the den. We will speak more when I return.” His tone remained clipped as he turned away from me trotting over to a group of wolves I knew were the hunting party. He growled and snapped his fangs at anyone who got too close as he pushed through the group to the front and lead them away from the dens and into the woods to hunt for the day.

Oh fuckity mama moose titties I’d fucked up so fucking bad! UGH. I pulled at my ears anxiously. Somehow I’d managed to insult my alpha in the worst way. No, not my alpha— my mate. I’d not only insulted his abilities as the alpha of this pack, but also as my mate. It wasn’t my responsibility to protect the members of the pack, it was his and I’d known how much he grieved the loss of the others.

“You said something stupid didn’t you?” Koda said as he trotted back up to me obviously not going far.

“Shut up Koda.”





My mate was avoiding me.

I’d thought at first he was just busy and I’d been to concerned following his order and staying as close to our den as possible to really notice. Other than my daily ablutions and eating I’d stayed near the den. Koda and Alloy kept me company, each grooming me out of pity while I sat in silence waiting for Zora to come and talk to me. Nothing for three whole days I’d slept alone in our den and hadn’t spoken to my alpha. I’d wallowed in misery and heart wrenching pain for at least a day. Sobbing into my bed furs and cradling my belly telling my pups we didn’t need assholes like him anyways. Who was I kidding? I loved my alpha more than I did anything in the world besides maybe my soon to be born pups. So after a day of stage four depression I went backwards to stage two anger. That weasel tooth thought he could command me and I’d just go along with it! Well shed on him! So that’s how on day three of ‘Zora purgatory’ I found myself standing in front of Svara who looked the same tied up to her pole. She was in her four form, her paws tied together and a noose around her neck tied to the pole. My stomach clenched nervously as I thought about leaving the den. I wanted to make my alpha happy— Ugh I didn’t care! That ass didn’t care about the way he made me feel! He didn’t even come to lay with me the last few nights! If he could do that then I could do what I wanted, and staring down at Svara I realized I wanted answers to all my questions. It was late, maybe only a few hours till dawn and the beta watching Svara had dozed off a good hundred feet away. I wouldn’t tell on the poor beta, but he’d be in sooooo much trouble if alpha caught him sleeping.

“Trouble in paradise?” Svara mumbled her head lifting from her paws where I’d thought she’d been sleeping.

Shifting anxiously I looked for my alpha only to see no movement anywhere nearby. Where was he sleeping if he wasn’t sleeping with me? He wouldn’t— I shook my head not letting the idea even run across my mind. No! My mate loved me, even if he was hurt and angry he wouldn’t do anything like that to me. “Why do you ask?” Was I that obvious?

“The scent of your alpha is dull. It was so strong before it clogged my nose.” She snickered softly. “That and you look absolutely pathetic with your drooping tail and sad eyes. Like a kicked puppy.”

“You’re a real bitch you know that right?” I grumbled. My tail wasn’t drooping… was it? I resisted the urge to look behind me. Do not look, do not do it.

“Obviously. I’m not a meek omega like you.” She sneered her fangs flashing.

“If you hate omegas so much why did you try to protect me that day?”

Svara shook her head and snorted. “Because it’s was the right thing!” The she wolf bared her fangs in a display of true frustration. “It’s what alpha’s should do for omegas, not the shit that they do.”

My gut twisted as her words started to take on a foreboding meaning. There was obviously more luperci - more omegas - and alphas did not treat them the way mine did me. Why? Why was it so different? How did they treat them? It was just more questions that I had no freaking answer to. “Tell me! You owe me after what you did. Touching my pregnant belly with your claws, even if it was to prove a point you had no fucking right to touch my pups.” I could feel my rant stirring up the same vengeful blood lust I’d had a few days ago when she’d threatened my unborn pups and insulted my alpha. “If you’re an alpha you’d have some dignity and tell me the truth.” I said in a harsh but low rumble unwilling to wake anyone.

Yellow eyes narrowed as Svara shifted her bound paws moving awkwardly as she seemed to think about what she wanted to say. “You have no idea how lucky you are to be one of the foundlings. There are few who actually get away, they find some of them, others never get the chance. Although your alpha is an anomaly, I’ve never heard of an alpha being left to the wolves.”