Poor Alden is becoming lovesick, but Sorrell has to work on her attitude towards authority figures...
I didn’t get a wink of sleep; I was far too amped up in anticipation for my first training session with the pack. I’ve dreamt of this day for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally here. I glance at the clock, seeing it’s five in the morning. Unable to wait any longer, I spring out of bed and get dressed in my workout clothes and make my way downstairs and out the door. I take my time walking to the training field; grateful I can see in the dark or I’d be tripping all over the place. As soon as I get to the field I feel chills run through my body. Standing in the middle of the field I take in just how monumental this moment is. As much as I’ve wanted this, I never actually thought it would happen. It’s not like we can start protest groups, or march for Omega rights like the human women a few years ago with the whole burning their bras thing. All it takes is one Alpha order and there goes your free will. So our only hope for change is for the Goddess to bless us with a compassi
Soon the rest of the warriors are joining us and because everyone is a moron, I can already hear the whispers. Just use the fucking pack-link, come on. Some people recognise me as packhouse staff and others have no idea who I am, but from my scent, I’m sure they can tell I’m an Omega, so this should go over about as well as a turd in a punch bowl. “Let the fun begin,” smirks Carey. He seems like the kind of guy who loves drama, Roland does too, but Roland also seems to have a serious streak while Carey is more fun-loving. This should be interesting. “Alright! Everyone gather 'round. Before we begin today’s training our Alpha would like to make an announcement,” Roland announces, commanding everyone’s attention as Alpha Alden steps forward, bulging arms crossed over firm pectorals… nope, not going there. ‘Too late,’ Alma sniggers. “As you all have noticed, we have a new face joining us today. This is Sorrell,” he says gesturing to me, “You will welcome her and treat her no different
My eyes are trained on every movement Richard makes as he resets Sorrell’s hand. He’s gentle and careful and it has me fighting to stay put. I know she’s not mine, and maybe she never will be, but still, seeing someone else touch her like this while I just sit here… it’s enough to make me want to tear this room apart. It’s not every day someone is able to get the jump on me, and certainly not every day someone breaks one of my bones. Lark, Roland, and Carey have on occasion, but that’s training for you, we go hard or go home. Most other pack members hold back out of fear if they hurt me I’ll rip their heads off. I’d rather they broke one of my bones than held back, at least if they break something I’d know they’re capable of defending themselves, and with speedy healing, it’s not a big deal. Sure, Sorrell breaking my nose hurt, but what hurt more was knowing she broke her own hand in the process. However, the moment I touched her I barely even noticed the pain. I didn’t enjoy laying
“You finally get the chance to show those twits what you’re made of; what ALL Omegas are made of, and instead, my genius daughter decides to break the Alpha’s nose,” says my dad incredulously, waving his arms around. “To be fair, honey, I think breaking his nose did show everyone what she’s made of,” says mum casually, making me snigger. “Do not encourage her, Rose,” scolds dad. It’s been like this for the past fifteen minutes. Me sitting here on the couch while dad paces back and forth ranting about me breaking Alpha Alden’s nose, and not a shred of sympathy for my poor hand. I was injured in the line of duty. Crippled by a handsome man’s unnaturally hard nose, where’s the outrage for me, huh? 'You really going to make that argument? I’d pay to see that,' says Alma in amusement. 'Oh yeah? With what money?' I point out. She gasps, 'Well, excuse me for not having a bank account,' she huffs. 'Are you saying you want one?' 'I mean, if you offered,' she shrugs. 'What would you even
I barely slept a wink last night. I kept hearing Sorrell’s voice in my head or felt the echo of warmth from when I held her hand. If I didn’t have my eyes open right now I’d swear I was still holding her hand in mine. The more time I spend around her, the more it’s like she’s imprinting herself onto my very being. I have myself so convinced that she’s my animai that if it turns out I’m wrong I know it will devastate me to my core.It has to be her; it just has to.I was slower to get to the training field than usual. I was in such a haze with every thought being about Sorrell that I was basically on autopilot – which isn’t like me. Not to mention, I’m actually nervous to see her today. When I linked her last night she was her usual playful, take no prisoners self but then at some point it’s like an emotional wall went up. I could hear it in her voice something had changed, and I couldn’t understand what. I wracked my brain for hours trying to think what I had said or done to cause it
I’m trying to will my body to move, but no matter what, it won’t budge. Or maybe I’m not trying very hard. I feel like I’m being lured in by his greyish-brown eyes and I’m scared of what will happen if I let myself get pulled in. He’s not mine, no matter how much I might want him to be. If I entertain the thought or give into this feeling that’s overwhelming me, this deep urge I have to reach my hands out and touch him, it will only end in heartache, and I can’t let that happen. Thankfully the spell that seemed to be cast around us is broken the moment Gamma Roland announces his presence and orders everyone to line up. For once in my life, I am happy to take an order from an authority figure and as quick as I can, I join everyone in line. I don’t take a second glance at Alden; I don’t dare look in his direction. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, and I can only hope those around me assume it’s from nerves, I’d much rather that than have them know the truth behind its frantic bea
As the Alpha of my pack, I should not be hesitating to pull Edward back right now, but part of me wants him to teach this son of a bitch a lesson – no disrespect to his mother, Julia is a lovely woman. Makes delicious peanut brittle – but he shifted and attacked a pack member without provocation. I noticed this morning the way he was glaring at her, this wasn’t spontaneous, this was premeditated, and what for? Because she’s a fucking Omega. Just how fucking far gone is this pack? I thought when I became Alpha I’d be reshaping the pack, not having to dismantle it and rebuild it from the ground up. The moment I saw what was happening I was furious, but when I saw the girl was Sorrell, Atlas completely took over the shift. He couldn’t get to her fast enough. We wanted to tear Evan limb from limb for attacking her – we still do – and when she said her ribs were broken, it took all my training not to slit the bastard’s throat. She was injured from the course – yes, I was paying more attent
To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. First, there was everything that happened this morning, then I was on the phone with the bank for hours trying to deal with some screw-up with the company account. We just started expanding our real estate company and I guess some paperwork got screwed up and now I have to fix it. Then after that, I had a link from the principal of our pack’s high school informing me one of the seniors pulled a stupid prank with some chemicals from the science lab that resulted in a giant crater on the football field. It’s just been one stressful thing after another, and now I have a stress headache and a grumbling stomach.This is why an Alpha needs a Luna. So many Alphas just think it’s about producing an heir or in some disgusting cases, rejecting their Goddess-given soulmate in exchange for a power play. That’s not what it is. This is a hard job, and no one can or should do it alone. Your Luna gives you the strength and support you need and b
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Four Months Earlier A slender, yet curvaceous woman aimlessly floats in the air like a queen sitting on an invisible throne, with a stature of 7’2” with hair as gold as the sun in the peak of summer, creamy skin as smooth as silk, and eyes the colour of mercury. Her surroundings appear tedious to her formidable senses. “You kept me waiting,” she says, irritation coating her words as her companion finally arrives. The 7’1” woman before her with Eastern European features is unaffected by her irritation. Her fuchsia hair cascades down her back while stray hairs dance in the breeze, her liquid silver eyes shining with knowledge, against her warm bronzed skin. “You should try to master a little patience, it might do you some good,” the woman with fuchsia hair says teasingly. The woman with golden hair floats to the ground until her feet touch the forest floor, “I helped the little Alpha as you asked, Zarseti, but here’s the thing. The darkness I pulled from him did not come from an eyt
These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna. The pups love her and she’s perfect at it. She pushes them just enough to get them to where they need to be but is also gentle and patient with them. Roland would be far too strict. There was no one better suited for it than Sorrell, who continues to excel in her own training. One of my favourite things is watching Sorrell get dressed and strapping her sai to her l
What a week! Okay, you probably want an update, so here it is. Drum roll please… my mum has a wolf! She’s only shifted once and to say it was brutal is an understatement. It took seven hours for her to complete her first shift and her body is still adjusting to the changes. Dick has been making regular house calls to check on mum and make sure she’s okay. Mostly she stays in bed sleeping as her body goes through whatever it’s going through. Dad never leaves her side unless I force him to go shower or something, and even then he’s stubborn. I don’t have my Luna Spirit yet, so I have to have Alden use his Alpha Spirit just to make my dad take care of himself. Alma hasn’t gotten to speak to my mum’s wolf much, apparently, she’s sleeping a lot too. But I do know she’s a gorgeous 4’3” with a luscious grey and white coat and her name is Raeca. I’m sure Nero is dying to spend time with her, but the poor guy is stuck waiting until she and mum have their strength. Alden keeps checking on me,
The announcement to the pack went far better than I thought. A lot of people came up to me and congratulated me and some even came to ask what things I hoped to change in the pack and some even gave me suggestions on what they would like to see change. It was overwhelming at first, but then it quickly became a high. For all my life I wanted to see change occur in the pack and now I’m about to be someone with the power to make it happen. Alden and I both want life to be better for Omegas and he’s already taking steps to ensure that, but I think we can do more. I also think this entire packhouse needs a complete overhaul. For starters, I want to put the ‘pack’ back in ‘packhouse’. I want to open it to the pack. Encourage people to come and use the place to share meals, converse and have fun. There’s a room on the first floor that is mostly used by ranked members and sometimes warriors, it has a poker table, a pool table, and some other things. They use it to relax and have fun. We could
“Are you sure about this?” Asks Alden, giving my hand a firm squeeze. “If you keep asking me that I’m going to go home,” I answer in annoyance. He sighs, “I’m sorry, it’s just I know how anxious you are about becoming Luna, and as much as I want this, I don’t want to force you." I reach up, holding my hand to his cheek and smile when he leans into my touch, electricity dancing under my palm. “No one is forcing me to do anything. Yes, I am still nervous, but I refuse to be someone who lets their nerves get the best of them. Like you said, this is my destiny, and I’m tired of running from it.” Alden removes my hand from his cheek and places a soft kiss on the back of my hand, “Then let’s go do this, and I give you my complete support for you to break some noses if anyone tries to start something.” I chuckle, “Aww, you spoil me,” I say, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Before I can let go he wraps his arms around me holding me off
Waking up with Sorrell in my arms is the most blissful experience of my life. Her scent is everywhere, allowing me to just lay here holding her while I bask in it. As I watch her sleep peacefully I carefully reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, and glance down at the crook of her neck. I wanted so badly to mark her last night, but the timing just didn’t feel right for some reason. Something in my gut told me to wait. After some time I hear her breathing change, and slowly she turns on her side towards me. Her eyes open briefly, and as they close again a lazy smile forms on her face. “What time is it?” she asks, tiredly. I trail my fingers up and down her arm, taking pleasure in the tingles that zap through my fingertips as I glance at the clock, “Just a little after seven.” “We’re late for training,” she says, snuggling closer, making no attempt to get out of bed. I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her, “I’d much rather be here with you. Roland doesn’t need me, they
It’s a short walk to the Alpha suite and I feel my heart pound. I’ve never been inside the Alpha suite; it feels like I’m stepping somewhere forbidden. He escorts me in and I’m quick to scan the room and take in every minute detail. There’s a living area, a dining area, and a kitchen area. It's a lovely space, except for the ghastly shade of avocado on the walls. Alden leads me straight past the living area, dining area and kitchen, straight into what I assume is his bedroom, but I’m second guessing that as soon as I see in inside. It’s all pink! Rose pink, I should say, but still. I never expected to see this colour in an Alpha’s bedroom. There’s a rose pink carpet and a small, raised platform leading up to the bed, which has a dusty pink bedspread. A feature wall behind the bed the same colour as the bedsheets and two full-length feature mirrors along each side of the feature wall with shelves in front. The walls have an interesting wallpaper that looks like cracked marble, there
As we reach the packhouse, Atlas lays flat allowing me to get off and I can see he’s about to shift back into Alden, so I throw my hands out in a ‘stop’ action, ‘Hold it!’ I say quickly. Atlas rises to his feet once again and looks at me quizzically. 'What’s wrong?' Alden asks through the link. I step into the packhouse through the backdoor and make a quick left into the laundry room. Atlas curiously follows behind me, poking his head in to see what I’m up to. I sniff around, picking up a pair of pyjama pants which from the scent I can tell are one hundred per cent Alden’s, and hold them up in front of Atlas. “Can’t have you waltzing through the packhouse in the nude. Aside from the fact I like that outside of shifting, no one has seen you intimately and I would like it to stay that way. Beyond that, I don’t think you questioning Romona will go over very well if you’re doing it while naked,” I point out. 'You just don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s ours, and I am all for that.