Posing for the Omega (For the Alpha #2)(33)

Frustration welled up inside me running through my poisoned blood. “You’re right I don’t know how lucky I am. I don’t know anything about what I am. I spent my whole life thinking I was a mutation. That I was a freak! That no one would ever want to mate me, that I would have to watch everyone around me find companionship and pack acceptance and I would always feel like an outsider.” My voice deepened more than normal becoming a hard whispered baritone that I had to force out of my throat.

Svara kept watching me curiosity igniting in her eyes as her tongue swiped a path across her muzzle. “You and me we aren’t so different.” She shifted uncomfortably again. “That’s a fucking reflection of my life with our kind.”

A reflection? How could she possibly feel like I had among everyone that was just like her? That didn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand.”

Svara shook her head. “You wouldn’t so sit your fugly ass down and I’ll tell you.”

Spikes of excitement rushed through my body and I dropped to the ground quickly. As my tail brushed across the ground I started to feel the sticky dread cling to my gut as I imagined what she would tell me. What Dey had told me had not been pretty. It had been a horrible heartbreaking tale that I didn’t even know was true anymore. I didn’t know what to think anymore. “Am I really fugly?” Ok, I probably could have ignored that but I really needed to know. What if I was? Oh mother poor Zora was stuck with my ugly face for life— AND THAT DEER maybe I really did kill her with my face. NOOOOOOOO!!!!

“Wow, I can feel you are having a mental break down from over here.” Smirking deviously the she wolf tilted her head forward. “I won’t say this in front of anyone else, but to be honest you are the most beautiful omega I have ever seen. You would have been fought over desperately among the packs.”

“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” She did! I think I almost gave birth right there from the pure shock of the statement. Anyone calling me beautiful was insane, but her saying it was hard to believe.

“Like I said I didn’t say shit you’re fugly. Now do you want to hear what I have to say or not?”

I clamped my mouth shut and nodded sagely. Now was the chance to learn as much as I could about the luperci and maybe about myself and Zora. Where we came from, why we were both foundlings, who the blood wolves were, how luperci packs functioned. The list of questions went on and on. “Tell me about the omegas.”

“Omegas, the weakest members of a luperci pack but the most important. Only the highest statues alphas can have an omega. If their status is high enough they will have more than one swollen with their pups at the same time. See luperci males are either born alpha or omega, both have a purpose among the pack, but only alphas are part of the pack and I use the word pack loosely it’s nothing like what you and your wolves share.. Females are deemed worthless in luperci culture because of their inability to reproduce luperci offspring. A female luperci can only birth wolf pups no matter how many times a luperci males tries to stick his dick in her.” Svara ended with a harsh bite to her words that underlined a past horror that I was terrified to even ask about.

“Omega’s are the only ones able to birth more luperci? How is that possible? Then why would they throw me away if I had such value?”

“Yes. Females can be born with statues like omega or alpha, but it doesn’t change our compatibility. It also doesn’t change how we are viewed— nothing but useless cast offs worth nothing. Omega’s are mistreated, but females are used and cast aside like garbage.” Svara snarled at no one in particular as she let out her bitter words. “Whatever, we were talking about the omegas and alphas. In luperci packs it is common for one alpha to fight for supreme rule and control over the pack, but that isn’t guaranteed. If the pack alpha shows even a hint of weakness one of the stronger ones will try to rip him limb from limb and take his place. Omega born pups are different they aren’t as bloodthirsty or savage as the alphas—” Svara gave him a glance, “well not unless they are guarding their pups, they can be formidable even to an alpha when they are protecting their young.”

Yeah I could agree with that. If someone came to hurt my pups I’d do anything to save them. “So what happens to the omegas in the pack? The females?”

“I was born into a pack that is known for being bloodthirsty. My omega dama was as kind as she could be trying to nurture us even as our alpha sire separated us as soon as possible. I was a litter of three, me, Kida, and Omza. I was born female alpha obviously, which doesn’t translate to much of anything among our kind. Jya was born male omega, and Omza was male alpha. I didn’t get much time with my litter mates before we were separated. Omegas are raised by omegas, females by females, and alphas by alphas. We all have our place and we are expected to follow it or die a miserable painful death.” Her tongue darted out. “That or get beaten enough that you don’t ever fucking forget.”

Her words pierced into me like a dull branch. “I don’t understand. What kind of pack does that?” I’ve been different my entire life and yeah an outsider, but I’d never been segregated. No one in the pack was. “Why do they do that?”

Svara snorted, an ugly sound that came from deep in her chest. “Luperci aren’t packs. Not like what you know. They are bloodthirsty and the alphas will do anything to become the strongest and most feared.You have no idea how lucky you are being one of the foundlings. There wasn’t many I think maybe ten total and half of them were found by Hexis when he found out his Omega was the one hiding them. Pretty fucking hilarious that the lead alpha had no idea some of his own pups were dissa—”