chapter 2

 Chapter 2

Roman Aguilera has now ruled his pack for the last 175 years now. He is knowledgeable. Feared. Recognized for his battle strategies and the number of territories that he had taken over. He looks young and handsome. His father who had left leadership to him is currently 673 years old. His family is the only known wolf family blessed with old age. Any wolf from the Aguilera family would only start physically aging at the ripe age of 435.

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Roman

His eyes dart in every direction. His eyebrows furrow. Disgust sits at the bottom of the Alpha’s stomach as he stares at her. She's a disappointment. She hasn't even transformed. She stands in the middle of the field staring at who would be presumed the humans she was supposed to kill. There were tears in her eyes. The biggest weakness that a wolf could ever show. It slices Roman’s heart in half to feel their connection.

She glances in his direction for a split second. And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him.

 Is this a joke?

The alpha’s father sat right beside him. He fights his conscious not to march into that field and claim her. She is a downgrade to the werewolf name. An insult to the name of an alpha as mighty as himself. He has worked hard for seventeen decades. Roman learned the secrets of men and those of beasts. He understood battle strategies and watched kingdoms rise and fall.  Yet those few years are nothing compared to the knowledge Alpha Roman’s father continues to pass down to him.

“I am a powerful man. A man of greatness. I will accept nothing less.”He repeats the affirmations in his head.

His fist clenched with agitation as he watches her hesitate her first kill. Roman could tell by the way she frigidly held the dagger in her hands that she has never taken a life before. That is a weakness beyond anything else. Arent werewolves' nature supposed to be rampant. Destructive. Yet this excuse of a mate is a fragile little thing that can't even bring herself to kill some useless humans.

The human girl on her knees in front of her shouldn't even take more than a strike to her heart. Even with that dagger in her hand. Yet she displays so much weakness that it leaves the entire field of spectators in silence.

Every one of the other omegas brutally murdered their humans. In ways that impressed Alpha Roman greatly. Most of them adopted the method of ripping their hearts apart. 

There was even one omega that had pulled that beating organ out with his teeth.

Roman’s eyes scan her frail body. She looks like she doesn't eat at all. Why would he be surprised? A weak Omega isn't supposed to be fed, to begin with. 

She has red magnum hair that draped over her shoulders. Her fingers shake vividly as she takes a step forward and converses with the human that begs in front of her. She brings her hand toward the human's neck and she caresses the human with somewhat compassion.

 Compassion!

Yet again the biggest insult to the werewolf nature.

Someone had not trained her properly. She was weak. She didn't have it in herself to be considered a normal werewolf. Roman can feel himself trembling with anger. All his life,  he has watched omegas pass the rites of passage and grow to become great wolves. Some are warriors and others even climb to the position of beta.

The open position of leadership has always been a great motivation to the members of the Pack and the ones who want to climb up the ladder. 

This rite of passage was invented by werewolf forefathers millennials ago. And it has been in place and helped to keep law and order. 

The moon goddess has blessed the lands and given wolves victory over the battles that we fought with the humans.

Is it not only fair that the omegas prove their beastly nature for an opportunity to be considered normal werewolves?

Roman is disgusted by the sight in front of him. The female drops the dagger on the ground. It hit the dusty ground and the noises begin. Spectating citizens cursing at her. Calling her names. Yet none of those names could even describe perfectly how disgusting and disappointing it was to watch a  werewolf fail her duty.

He follows her with his eyes. He watches how she bends forward and kisses the forehead of the human girl kneeling before her.

Focusing his alpha abilities on the scene in front of him,  Alpha Roman manges to listen in on the conversation going on miles away between his mate and the human she was supposed to kill.

“I'm sorry,  Mia,  you deserve none of this.’’

Just hearing the female say those words disgusted him more than anything.

He stares at her intently. He wanted to convince himself that his wolf was lying. Mistaken maybe?

Yet he could feel the connection.  Roman knew that she was his mate. 

What kind of a cruel joke is this?

The Alpha’s wolf is agitated. Restless. He can feel himself on the brink of transformation. Clenching his fists and shutting his eyes,  he prevents himself from barring his teeth. 

He stood to his feet,  watching as a warrior drags the female out of the field. Her screaming does not stop. She is truly an insult to the werewolf beast. An insult to the moon goddess. An insult to mother nature.

But what is he to do? The woman whom he had waited for, for the last seven decades turned out to be an indignified little preak.

Being mated to something as disappointing and disgusting as that is a downgrade to his status.

Was he really going to accept that?