chapter 6 : "A weak Omega"

Brian’s POV

The night was quiet and still. The usual sounds of crickets and frogs were absent, leaving only the rhythmic thumping of the deer's heart echoing through my sensitive ears. As we crouched beneath the leaves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I am Brian, the leader of the Mafians Wolf Pack, a group of rogues I created for one purpose: revenge. Most of my packmates were abandoned by their former packs, turning rogue because they no longer belonged. We seek justice, to be recognized as wolves, not as abominations.

"Alpha, should we proceed?" Garreth, my brother-in-arms and Beta, asked through the mind link.

I focused on the group of deer grazing unaware of the doom about to befall them. Flanked by my warriors, hardened veterans I always hunt with, I counted down.

"Everyone, listen for my mark. On the count of 3, 2, 1…"

Hell was unleashed as ferocious wolves hidden in the shadows darted towards the herd, with me leading the charge.

The hunt was a one-sided massacre; the deer didn't stand a chance, especially not with me in the mix.

"Hahaha, that was fun," Garreth, my friend and Beta, laughed.

"They didn't stand a chance. Our Alpha took down two on his own," Aaron, one of the warriors, added.

I remained silent on the walk back to our territory, a sense of unease gnawing at me. Something was off. I frowned, scanning our surroundings.

"Alpha, is something wrong?" Garreth noticed my sour mood.

"No, I'm fine. Just having a bad day," I grumbled.

"Ahh, is it because of the 'bunny' in the house?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

"What bunny?" I asked, annoyed and not in the mood for Garreth's usual antics. He was often jovial, sometimes to the point of being mistaken for a clown.

"The fragile female wolf in your cottage. She looks defenseless, and she's a beauty… kind of good for a plaything," he whispered the last part into my ear, smacking his lips

A spark of anger ignited in my mind. I grabbed him by the throat. "I don't have time for such foolishness," I growled, pushing off.

"Okay, big Alpha, I get it. She's off-limits," he croaked out as I released him.

"Now listen, and listen well. If any of you so much as go near that cottage, I will have your head," I commanded, letting a bit of my Alpha aura leak out, pressing down on them to emphasize how serious I was.

"Yes, Alpha," their voices echoed through the forest.

Satisfied, I nodded. In our rogue world, power is everything. We respect strength above all else. The so-called 'righteous' wolves who blindly follow their Alpha, even a weak one, are foolish. That's why they'll always be weak. I chuckled at the thought.

"Good. Now, let's gear up. We have prey waiting to be hunted," I ordered, my voice sparking their primal instincts. The thrill of the hunt was what defined us, what kept us on top of the food chain.

*****

As we trudged back from the hunt, I tried to ignore the chattering of my warriors, focusing instead on my thoughts. We had a good haul, so I understood their excitement. It meant no infighting over food. But as my mind wandered, the image of the girl I saved in the forest came to me.

"A mate… a weak one," I grunted, shaking my head. There's no way I could have a mate, especially not one as weak as her. I need power and strength. That's what speaks to other Alphas.

I remembered losing control of my wolf when I first saw her. I had mistakenly marked her. A moment of weakness, nothing more. There's no way a weak Omega like her could be mated to me, the King of Rogues. I planned to hide her until I decided what to do with her, or possibly silent her.

I could have let the three rogue wolves kill her in the forest, but those eyes, filled with terror yet unwilling to give up, had moved me to act. A decision I now regret.

I searched within for any sign from my wolf, but there was nothing. Silence. The sick fool only came out to commit an atrocity, then went back to being silent. It made me wonder why he only stirred when I first saw that weak Omega. For ten years, my wolf had been silent, refusing to come out after that incident. I have not turned into my wolf after that incident.

I shook my head in annoyance, forcing my thoughts away from the forbidden memories I had buried years ago.

"Alpha, are you okay, brother?" Garreth jogged up to me, slugging his hands on my shoulders in brotherly show of love, leaving the others behind. He is the only one i am close to. He'd always been a good brother and a loyal Beta. Despite being a rogue, he somehow managed to keep his anger in check.

I opened my mouth to speak, but a familiar scent wafted through the air, a tantalising mix of vanilla and wild rose. My breath caught in my throat.

"Why is she here?" I growled in anger. Looking up, I saw her standing there in nothing but a simple dress, probably given to her by Debby. I took in her details with one glance. She had an alluring physique, the most beautiful female I had ever seen. She looked like a queen welcoming her knight.

My breath hitched as my gaze landed on her chest, where her nipples stood erect from the cold, visible from the thin fabrics of her dress. An unconscious growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. Her dress fluttered in the wind, revealing rich, silky skin on her thighs, marred only by a scar running along one of them.

"A weak Omega," the thought flashed through my mind, snapping me out of my trance. No, she was weak. That's why she had those scars, why she was almost killed by predators last night. She wouldn't last a week with me, not with all the enemies I have.

"I'll reject her and send her away," I resolved, pushing the thought of her out of my mind. I turned away, ignoring the hurt in her eyes, the tears threatening to fall, and the shock on my warriors' faces. Dropping everything, I ran, disappearing into the forest.