Posing for the Omega (For the Alpha #2)(37)

Ok, you can do this.

It been a few days since I’d spoke to Svara. I had been avoiding talking to her again and I know that was cowardly of me but I couldn’t bring myself to go talk to her just yet. So I’d sat watching the pups for the last few days and talking with the damas of the pack about what to expect and how to take care of my newborn pups. There had been this whole discussion about birth between Higus and Rue - two females that had A LOT and I mean A LOT of pups - and the discussion led to some very unsavory images of stretching and tearing and sores and UGH nope nope. I didn’t even want to think about the horrible scene they’d put in my head about giving birth.

“You look sick. Are you sick?” The pup Nel asked as she looked up at me with big brown eyes. The other pups gathered around playing or doing something else. Some of them stopped to watch our interaction.

I wasn’t sick but I think I was starting to feel mini contractions. My insides would convulse in short painful waves that felt like everything was clenching and cramping at the same time. It was not a pleasant sensation and I was getting the bad impression it was going to get worse once I was actually in labor. A lot worse. “I’m fine. My pups are just moving around a lot.” That wasn’t a lie. One of my babies continued to kick right around my bladder every so many days and it was causing me to leak… mother if anyone had said pregnancy was humiliating and painful I wouldn’t have been so excited.

“Oh. My dama says you aren’t used to the s-stressfulnessness of birf.” That was a vomit of words from the pup I could barely decipher, but I got where she was going with it.

“You dama is correct and she should also know I do not spit them out from the same hole and she should mind her own business.” I clamped my mouth shut. Bear jiz, where had that come from. I hadn’t meant to be so snappy, but I was irritable on a level that just wasn’t explainable! I didn’t want to be touched, and I wanted to each squirrels and lay on my side all day. Was this normal for during a pregnancy? Maybe if I got off my tail and talked to Svara I could find out. Zora had attempted to talk to the female in the last few days, but she had a resentfulness towards alphas that I think was ingrained into her subconscious bitchy mind.

Nel’s big brown eyes got even wider as she stared up at me. “What hole?”

Yup, I definitely needed to go talk to Svara and escape this conversation. “Uhh, ask your dama she will explain,” and probably hunt me down and give me a scolding.

I got up quickly, and when I say quickly I fumble and squirmed a few times before I finally got to my feet. Walking past the dens I saw many of the pack members going about their daily routines. I missed doing the things I did to help the pack, digging new dens, getting the flowers off the mountain side (yeah I actually enjoyed that now) and helping with difficult tasks because of my size. I felt so useless and with the threat of the blood wolves hanging over our heads I felt even more useless. I was a ticking time bomb and when my pups were born that was the end of our reprieve, or so Svara says. Surprisingly I was prone to believe her. She was brutally honest so why lie about anything at all. I walked towards where she’d been tied and was surprised to see Naga standing near her. The blonde wolf was talking to her with ears pinned back and hackles lifted. She looked as irritable as ever. Moving off the main path I got close enough to hear but stayed out of sight. I wanted to know what the two were talking about.

“You’re a fucking monster just like the rest of them.” Naga sneered, fangs flashing.

“Is that fucking right? You didn’t seem to think so when I had my tongue on your p—”

“That was a mistake!” Naga barked out quickly her body vibrating with tension.

Svara bared her teeth in a predators smile. Still in her four form she was tied by her neck to a single pole with rope connecting front and back leg together to keep her from running or shifting. If she shifted the ropes would pull her limbs together hog tying herself. If she ran she wouldn’t be able to spread her legs apart for a moving pace. She was as trapped as she could get and yet somehow she gave the aura of a wolf with more power than the alpha himself. “You loved it when I spread you open with my tongue. You just can’t stand that I got out and got the better of you. Don’t fucking lie, not when you came against my mouth so willingly.”

Eyes wide I felt my entire body heat to an uncomfortable level. JIZ, FARTS PISS! These two were, had, wait when? Naga had let Svara… I was disgusted and completely interested at the same time — and no before your pervy mind starts getting the wrong idea I just want to know how it happened. I did not need or want to see the alpha bitch and Svara fucking. Nausea rolled through me as I thought about it causing my pups to start to shift inside of me. I felt a well aimed kick from a pups leg right to my full bladder. Hissing pathetically I felt the liquid run down my leg right where I stood. “I HATE BEING PREGNANT!” I howled in frustration as I stepped out of my own puddle of shame. I looked up to see the two females staring at me with confused glances before they looked down to my modification.

Svara burst out laughing. Giant caterwauls of amusement as she rolled to her side. “The omega pissed himself!”

Naga also grinned as small body tremors told me she too was laughing at me.

I really hated being pregnant.





You know I definitely think this makes my most embarrassing moment in life to date. Not running into the tree and knocking it over when I was younger, not peeing on my old pack alpha, not when my old pack mistook me for a bear, or killing the deer with my face — none of that compared to Naga and Svara laughing loudly at me while I stood in my own piss. Absolutely nothing. So that’s how I ended up in the river bathing until I smelled like a female ready to whore herself out to the pack. No I am not exaggerating, I rolled and rolled in the riverbed flowers until I reeked of the sweet scent and probably killed every flower. I can’t believe I pissed myself in front of those two. That had been mortifying on so many levels I know there was no way I was going to live that down. “This is all your fault. I don’t know which one of you keeps kicking me in the bladder but I swear on every squirrel I’ve ever ate, when you are born you’re going to be the last fed every time!” I swore at my swollen belly. Thank mother no one was out here to watch me talk to my stomach like an idiot, I could only take so many embarrassing moments in one day. After getting out of the water I sat and stared as the river gurgled across the bed of rocks and down into the unknown. In the silence I couldn’t ignore the things I’d been avoiding for the past few days. What Svara had told me filled me with so much fear I felt like I was already doomed. I’ve never had so much helplessness fill me in my entire life, not even when I thought I was a freak among my kind. In this situation I had so much more to lose. An entire pack of blood thirsty luperci wolves who abused the omegas and females of their kind was out there. Did the luperci that hunted us now have an affiliation with the other pack? Svara knew both Hexis and Lathos, but she’d yet to tell me how she knew Lathos. If I went by what Dey had told me then Lathos was Vey’s son, a half luperci made between him and his wolf mate. Lathos was bloodthirsty enough to be banished from his birth pack and when he returned it was with Hexis to kill the entire pack. If Lathos knows Hexis and so does Svara he’s got to be part of the larger pack. Then why is he here with others so far away from their pack lands? What brought them so far away? Something had to bring them this far away…