Chapter 3- Valen

I watch the warriors drag the pretty omega away. I don’t know what came over me to say she was mine. My wolf likes her that much I know. The moment we saw her soaking her feet in the river, Obsidian wanted her. Her scent is appealing. Almonds and honey. She is pretty too, with rusty red hair to her mid-back. Her porcelain skin, honey brown eyes, and from what I can tell, nice body made her even more desirable. 

Too bad her porcelain skin is about to be marred by scars on her back. Foolish omega broke the rules for a taste of freedom. Some omegas fight their submissive behavior. Some fight for freedom. The omega I ran into was a little bit of both. Although, her comment about the omegas deaths did make me question some things. I’ve been suspicious of how some omegas are treated for a while, but there has been no proof. 

I hate to admit the omega has my attention. I wasn’t planning to have her suck my cock, but I couldn’t resist. She was pretty, and I wanted to see what she could do. The annoying truth is, I need an heir, which means I need an omega. 

I don’t buy omegas at the auction. I don’t have time to have several omegas. Omegas require to be taken care of, and I’m not talking about sex, food, or clothes. They crave their master's attention. They want to be around them, constantly pleasing them. I run one of the most successful and prestigious packs in my region. I don’t have time for an omega to hang around, let alone more than one. I have no idea how my Beta Graven has several omegas. 

However, I might be able to work with an omega who wants nothing to do with me. The omega in the woods isn’t going to want to hang on me or want my attention. If she can do her job and bare my heir or two, then that’s all I need. She clearly isn’t a fan of mine, and she will like me a lot less when I publicly whip her. I might be able to make it work with her to get my heir. She sucked my cock halfway decently. She wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, but with some practice and guidance, she would be amazing at it. The problem is, what do I do with her after I’m done with her? I won’t kill her. I guess I could give it to someone else. 

I don’t even have a Luna because I don’t want to be bothered with annoying, nagging females. Most Alpha Supremes don’t have a Luna. Some do. We don’t need Luna’s for heirs, they are more or less for show. I don’t care about having a pretty beta female on my arm to show off to the other Alphas. Although, there are several beta females who think they will become my Luna.  Lorna is one of the beta females who think I’m going to make her my Luna. I fucked her once. She was a terrible lay, and she has no loyalty. If I ever had a Luna, it wouldn’t be her. 

Transforming back to my wolf form to patrol the area until the other warriors come to stake out the area. I put the out border patrols on alert just in case. Rogues are desperate for omegas. Pack wolves keep omegas away from rogues so they can’t breed. Our hope is they will eventually die out.  Beta females can get pregnant but only be other betas. Omega males can’t get anyone pregnant, they are useless but rare. Even if a beta female gets pregnant, she might not be able to keep the pregnancy. Omegas are the only ones able to successfully carry and make it to delivery every time. 

Once the warriors arrive, I head back to the pack area. When I get there, the pole is set up, and Beta Graven is there to make sure everything is right. I transform back to my human form and approach him. 

“Alpha.” Graven greets. 

“Beta,” I nod my head. “I see everything is in order. The whip ready?” 

“It is. We are ready when you are.” 

“Good, I need to clean up and change into something. Then we can proceed.” 

“What will you do with the omega for the auction? Surely, we can’t auction off a freshly whipped omega?” Graven inquires. 

“We won’t be auctioning her. I’m going to use her as my breeder. She’s perfect. She will hate me and tolerate me long enough to fuck her.” Graven knows how much I can’t stand how needy omegas can be. 

“You trust the omega not to run with your heir in her belly? Was trying to run away in the woods when you caught her?”

“No, she wanted to taste freedom before she is auctioned off. Another omega daring to taste freedom because they think their life is so tragic is being auctioned off to masters who will care for them.” I might not fully believe my last statement. I still think the foul play might be going on with omegas, but until I have proof, there is no point in giving away my suspicions. There are plenty of people around who could be listening to this conversation. 

“Ah, I see. Still, she better not run.” 

“I doubt she is stupid enough for that. I can always keep her locked up and guarded if she starts to show signs she might run.” 

“True. What will you do with her? You don’t have a den sent up for her, and you can’t use mine.” Graven inquires. 

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought far ahead yet. Just be happy I’m taking an omega and a damn breeder to have an heir. I can figure the logistics out later.” I reply before I walk away. 

I won’t shower as I’ll get dirty from whipping the omega, but I have dirty in some unwanted places. So, I head to clean up and get dressed for the show that is about to happen. Graven is right, though. I don't have a place to keep an omega. Dens are created because omegas like to sometimes nest and have a place that is their own. I’ve seen some simple dens, and I’ve seen some elaborate ones. Graven has an elaborate den. I don’t think I will need an elaborate one. 

“We should have a nice den at least. She is going to have our pups.” Obsidian adds his opinion. 

“Fine. We can build a nice one. Don’t get attached to her. I know you like her, but we can’t keep her. I refuse to keep an omega like a damn pet. We breed her, then we discard her. I can give her to someone.” 

“No, she is our omega. I like her and her wolf.” 

“Her wolf? You can’t sense her wolf. She isn’t mated, which means she can’t shift.” I remind him

“I can sense her wolf. She’s faint but there. She was trying to come to the surface when we were around, but she was too weak. I want our omega. She is ours, and we keep her.” Obsidian demands. 

I roll my eyes. “Not keeping her. I don’t have time for it. Besides, you know it’s dangerous to keep a breeder around their children. They get ideas.” 

“I don’t care. She is special. She might be mate.” 

“Fated mates don’t exist.” I counter. Some wish they did, but they don’t. No one has had a fated mate in centuries. They are myths. Pretty stories for young she-wolves to dream about 

“They can exist, just rare. What if omega is mate? Then we keep her?”

“Sure, if she is our mate, we can keep her and make her our Luna. Don’t get your hopes up. There is no way for us to even tell if she is our fated mate or not. Tingles, scenting our mate, and all the other bullshit isn’t real.” 

“We will find a way to see if she is mate. Promise we find a way.” 

“Yeah, sure.” I agree to shut him up.

I push Obsidian to the back of my mind. Stupid wolf. Fated mates aren’t real, and even if they were by some chance real, what makes him think we have one? The omega isn’t our mate. She is going to be a breeder, and then I’m done with her. I don’t have time to keep her even if my wolf likes her. I don’t need a Luna either, so she better not be our mate. I don’t have time for fated mates, a Luna, or an omega. My pack is too respected, wealthy, and feared. Keeping that reputation is important. I don't need any damn distractions.