Omega Alpha

1

Alpha Ryder paced up and down the closed entrance of his room. Muffled cries and screams echoed through the walls as his mate gave birth. Ryder's anxiety grew with every passing moment; what if the pup died? What if his mate didn't make it!?

Questions and 'what ifs' filled his head and his visible fear showed through to the point where his brother in law had to speak up. "Ryder calm down, Agnus is a strong woman. She and the baby will make it, no doubt."

"But what if they don't, Phinny?!" Ryder exclaimed, worry painted on his usually stoic face. Phinny sighed.

"Ryder calm down. Your mate can feel your feelings and this isn't what she wants to be feeling right now. She's in enough pain as it is and doesn't need your worry on top of it." Phinny stated.

Ryder took a deep breath and sat down; burying his face in his hands. 

Soon the muffled screams and cries started to die down and the door open. "Come on in." Said the pack doctor. Ryder was in there quicker than you could say 'go'. The faint scent of an alpha came from near his mate. Ryder had an alpha. They had an heir!

Rushing over, Ryder spotted an exhausted Agnus. They exchanged happy smiles before Ryder noticed two little bundles in her arms. One was strong and big with dark hair; whereas the other was small and weak with snow-white hair. But there was something odd. The alpha scent radiated off the small one, not the big one. What was going on? Alphas normally had a strong presence even as newborns. So why was the omega giving off the alpha pheromones? Why not the one who was clearly the alpha!?

Ryder didn't know what to make of the small beings. They were the opposites of what was expected; he had never heard of an alpha with such omega-like characteristics.

"Strange aren't they?" Chuckled Agnus lovingly. Of course she did, no matter how her children turned out she'd always love them. "But I prefer that. Makes them even more special." Ryder followed her warm gave back towards the pups. The black-haired boy started to cry, only for the white-haired one to roll over and accidentally smack him in the mouth.

Those in the room laughed whole-heartedly at the scene. 

"What are you going to name them?" Asked the pack doctor, Liam. Ryder looked to Agnus, they had come up with names but only for one pup.

Agnus starred at the smaller boy, "This one is West." Then gazed at the bigger boy, "And this is Logan."

Ryder smiled at the names. Agnus always knew how to bring life to a situation; especially shocking ones like this - no pun intended. 

However as everyone else's warmth and love grew, a worry crossed Ryder's mind. 

He knew West was going to be beautiful, it was clear in the white hair. But how well would that work out for being an alpha to a strong werewolf pack, with lots and lots of enemies...?

5 years old

"West! West!!" Ryder called into the long hallways of the built-in cave that the pack called home. "Where could that boy be?" He grumbled, hands on his hips. He looked down to his bottom left side to see Logan still standing next to him, hands in his mouth with a worried look on his face. Logan was quite big for a child, which made West look even smaller when standing next to one another. 

"Are you sure you saw him run down this hallway, Logan?" Asked Ryder, recalling his sons worried cries when he said he'd lost sight of him. His son nodded slowly, hands still in his mouth as if they were comforting the butterflies in his stomach. 

"Honestly." Ryder huffed, continuing down the hallway with Logan in close pursuit. At his fast pace, he almost didn't notice a small opening in the wall of the cave with light flooding through. Crouching down and looking through the small opening, he noticed small paw prints that lead into the forest on the opposite side. Ryder groaned and rolled his head in a lazy manner. He got up and headed to the entrance of the cave and leaving through it, but not before turning and telling Logan to wait there. 

Following his sons' scent, Ryder could feel himself getting closer to the small alpha. He always did this. West was always wandering off; unaware of how dangerous it could be. Not only because he's the next heir to be alpha, but because he was one of a kind. An Omega like Alpha. A dangerous combination. 

Ryder was approaching some boulders and could sense his son behind them. Rounding the pile of boulders he spotted West playing in the river.

"West." Ryder's voice was slow and disapproving.

"Daddy! Look, look! I caught three whole fish!!!" West ignored his father disappointed tone like he usually did and bounded up to him, holding three fish by the tail. West white tail wagged side to side quickly as it usually did. Always happy with life, and oblivious to it too. 

Ryder sighed, giving in to his son's adorable nature. He picked the tiny wolf up and cradled him in his arms.

"You silly boy." He chuckled, smiling down at his adorable, pure white pup. 

He had to protect West no matter what. People were coming for his son, and he knew he had to prepare West the best he can. Because Ryder won't always be around to save the day.

"West," Ryder began, catching his sons attention, "tomorrow I want to show you something."

"Okay!" Chirped West, excited for whatever his father had to show him.

The next day West awoken early by his father. He noticed his mother and Logan were still asleep, making him slightly wish he could return to his comforting, deep, sleep.

Following his father to the eating chamber, he was handed a whole skinned rabbit to eat for breakfast. West always preferred eating the smaller prey to the large because the meat was more tender and less harsh to eat. The chamber was filled with only dominant werewolves, the type that got up early to train and hunt. 

Finishing his meal, West followed Ryder out of the chamber and in the same direction as the dominant wolves; outside.

They ended up at the same location as them too. West looked to his father for answers, confused as to why he was at the training grounds. The youngest dominant wolves could start the training was eleven years old, and weren't sent to work until they were thirteen. West was five.

"I want you to start early. Get on top of your skills and strength." Ryder knelt down to his son's level, "You're a very special boy, West. I can protect you but only for so long."

"Where are you going?" West asked. Ryder looked down and scoffed, this child was too innocent for his own good.

"I'm just saying. No one is around for long, son. Especially humans. Don't ever get attached to one. We outlive them by twice their age." He informed. It wasn't completely true. If a werewolf got attached to a human they could easily turn them and extend their life span, but he didn't want West going and getting with a human who may not be able to protect him. "Come on, let's get you started. I want your training to focus mainly in your human form."

West jumped and clapped his hands together, "Oki doki!"

"Now stand here like this. Elbows bent and arms in front of your face." Ryder instructed as he stood in the basic fighting position. West tried his best to copy. "That's right. Move your arms so they're actually protecting your head - tuck your chin in. Good. Now I want you to punch the air. Like this." Ryder quickly jabbed the air and returned his hand to the same position as before.

West tried to mirror the movement but only ended up stumbling forward.

"Oops"