3- Building Courage

Meg’s POV

Somehow, I managed to keep a low profile about my current situation, until today, but I needed to speak with the alpha urgently about my situation. Taking out my old smartphone from my back pocket, I stare at the dimly lit, cracked screen. 

Never have I ever called the alpha of White Mountain Pack because there was no need to. The omegas always spoke with words to the pack members rather than mind-linking them. And I just fell in line.

I wager you’re probably thinking why I don't just mind link him because of the importance of the matter. 

Huh, I dare you to try speaking to your leader on a personal one-on-one when you're a lowly member of the pack. When your alpha is a predator that knows no limits except ‘stop when the threat stops moving’ itself. A werewolf that is mindless when triggered and overwhelmed by his primal aggression of kill or be killed.

When your pack is considered as one of the most powerful because the alpha before who also happens to be the current alpha’s father, had defeated almost all battles placed before him until his demise.

Upon his death, our current alpha inherited his father's aura that other packs can sense and back off almost instantly. Of course, there is always the brave and bold here and there.

Hence our alpha reeks of dominance and radiates robustness. I have been a witness to other alphas backing down in his presence, acknowledging his power.

Next, take a mental note that the beast which I just described, is never alone. Always surrounded by at least four of the same that will react feral when they sense their alpha’s discomfort. Limb from limb they will tear me apart. 

Um, I cannot do the whole mind-linking thing with my pack. There's that too. Embarrassing I know but ...meh.

An omega carrying the pup of an alpha? Unheard off. They might end me right there, this is why I need to let the alpha alone know, first. I do not wish to be put out of this life in such a grisly mess...though I might be after I share this news with Alpha. Nevertheless, I would stand a greater chance of not being harmed, if I meet him alone, as werewolves are greater in numbers rather than single.

<This is bad> Red, states the obvious.

<Devastating really> I sass back to my wolf.

My hands tremble with the mere thought just as they did last week when I thought the same thing with each positive pregnancy test, I took. And I go into panic mode once again, my chest heaving as I battle with this crippling secret alone.

Chiding myself for thinking ‘no big deal’ when my period was five days late, I did an annoyed body shake at my own foolishness as I walked across the pack yard, over to the main house giving myself the little, ‘You can do this,’ lame pep talk every couple of minutes as I could feel myself chickening out from my task. It’s almost a mile away and I pull in my lips as I stare again at the titled name of the man of my distress at the moment, on my phone’s screen.

Alpha.

Everyone has his cell number; in case we lose our wolf; but we all know to not ever press dial and we should call another pack member, not him directly. Our wolf is what enables us to speak to each other with our minds instead of vocals. Even weak wolves; not the non-existent wolves that some omegas lacked.

Except me. I am the exception here.

Nobody has ever spoken to me via my wolf. And I have never heard another voice other than my wolf, Red, inside my head. Except maybe my conscious- although I think Red has taken its place inside me because whenever I speak to myself inside my head- it's Red that replies. And she has never spoken to another person besides me- not even another wolf. Naturally, I think there is a possibility that I am not a member of this pack; so how did I end up here, if this proves to be the truth?

Red whines and covers her eyes. No, I do not see this movement she does, but I can sense it because she is part of me, but I ignore her whimpering. She annoys me sometimes with how much of a coward she is, but quite truthfully, she is my only true friend.

Being pregnant scares her more than me.

Where was I? Oh yeah, only wolves within a pack can speak with each other’s wolves. Say the pack leader absolves someone from the pack, their mind's link with them, breaks completely. And if they are accepted into another pack then they can mind link with the new pack.

Unfortunately, my alpha has never spoken to me through my wolf even though he said we were moon mates. Since he told me that, I have been a bit restless...I mean why isn’t he claiming me as his mate as I have seen other pack members do? I wasn’t expecting some deep declaration of undying love by the man after all the years he has kept silent about us being mates. For eight years he has known- since his sixteenth birthday and the very next day, I was inked by Beta.

I deny the connection my brain is making to my inked neck and the alpha learning who his mate was.

Instead, I focused on the now and why wasn’t my wolf jumping for joy with the news of the alpha and I being mates. From the stories I have heard, when the bond is made, each wolf can sense it if within their pack or even a weaker sense if in a neighbouring one. When the mates meet, the mate bond sets them in a frenzied sort of joy- so why not me?

Why not us?

I mean, my wolf wasn’t much of a talkative type- it's an omega thing, and was almost missing the night the alpha and me did the deed but nevertheless, she was deeply hurt- her more than me apparently, by his coldness the next morning.

But me, I’m like...going with the flow? I don’t know how to explain what I feel. Or perhaps what I do not feel?

And Red almost vanished on me after- not entirely missing for I could sense her presence in me. But she became more distant. What if I am a fool and the alpha and I were not mates after all?

Red thinks he is lying and that he uses that as a pick-up line for all the she-wolves in our pack. And I think she is right...but still, that leaves me with this whelp in my tummy, regardless of what is true or not. 

The babe was the only truth I am certain of. And by my calculations, it’s nearly seven weeks old.

Feeling another build-up of stomach acid, I cringe when I make out the pack, as I neared the packhouse. Our pack stretches on for acres and acres across the lands in this forested area. It’s so huge that we have our very own preschools and a high school. Most of the lower ranks go there as the elites in our pack prefer to mingle, amongst the humans.

Maybe it’s an adrenaline thing for our pack members to be able to beat the mundane at every fight and the alpha has cautioned them strongly against it as he himself almost risked our true nature to them, back when he was a teenager himself.

At least, that’s what I heard.

Suddenly my senses pick up on something. Red’s ears flick up and she becomes alert. More alert than she had ever been, I feel. My heart hammers as I scan my surroundings slowly, my pores raising.

“Halt,” I hear inside my head, and I freeze in my tracks. It is the first time I have heard a voice inside my head, other than Red...