The key to hells gate

Chapter 4: Did he just camouflage?

(Sophia's POV)

I knew at first glance that Randall was an Omega. A timid one at that. No doubt from a sheltered life like mine. But sheltering a child from the world only teaches them to fear it and one day mother and father aren't around to shoo away the troubles.

And like ripping off a Band-Aid we're smacked with the harsh truth of reality. A reality that the world's a very cruel place, where the weak get crushed and the strong survive.

Unlike me, Randall never had a way out. My father signed me up for karate classes with Master Cho at the subtle age of 4 after a girl in my class cut my hair off with a pair of scissors. By the looks of it, I'd say Randall's been homeschooled his entire life and only when they couldn't teach him anything else did his parents let him into the world.

Not only that, but Randall was beautiful. His purple scales practically shimmered in the moonlight and if I'd been in any kind of state for a relationship I'd court the young lizard immediately. I could only imagine what a group of drunk Alpha's would think of him, and when combined with his shy personality it was like dipping him in a pot of honey and laying him in the center of the table for dinner.

From his kindred nature, Randall was none the wiser.

I made a mental note to keep an eye on this monster; no doubt he would need my help in the future. All it took was one Alpha heat and Randall was as good as screwed, literally. God, I only hoped I'd be quick enough to stop it.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that Alpha's go around the night lurking for poor victims to rape. Not in the slightest! Most males know days before the heat would hit and the nurse held many vaccinations to help with the... urges. The school gives monthly doses when each cycle hits. The men were also given permission to leave class if the urges became too much.

The seniors were also pretty productive about that topic, keeping a 'buddy system' of sorts. A partner to keep an eye on the other and the fraternities are more than willing to step in if needed.

Not to say there aren't incidents, unfortunately even MU has been tragedy struck a few times but those were so far and few between that students walked around campus at night without fear of attack.

I'd been in ear distance when Sulley went into his first moon heat.

The pure animalistic sounds coming from his room were frightening, to say the least. The growling, scratching, screaming and pacing of the room as my father talked him down, trying to help him through the transition from boy to man.

The first change is always the hardest. Not only do you have the overwhelming hormone rushing through your system but you have the excruciating pain as your body shifts. Changing slowly. My mother says it's like puberty of sorts. The fangs and claws get longer. The roar gets louder, longer and more carnal. Shaking the genes of any potential mate and in turn kicking any female or futile male into a heat of our own. It was widely known that females weren't the only ones able to produce. In a same-sex relationship, a male monster would undergo a change, a painful change as their body adjusts to the problem. Shifting to create and hold a child of their own. Sperm become eggs while their bodies create milk glands to feed their young.

The fangs would be next. The dull fangs fall out and are slowly replaced by larger, stronger ones. Only these ones are laced with hormones, a complete genetic set of DNA.

Fangs able to give the bite.

The mating bite, a bite that marks the other as their own. A mark that never heals and makes the body unresponsive to anyone but the owner of the bite. It is a bond stronger than marriage and in most places IS counted as marriage. The partner's eggs, the one holding the children would adjust, shift and mutate to better connect with the male's sperm and produce better children. Stronger, faster children and more of them. An unmarked female could conceive two or three children from a lover but a mate, a marked mate, could produce five to eight pups in a litter. Most people say Alpha's are made from marked mates, and the others create the rest of the hierarchy. Betas, gammas, Deltas, and... omegas. Falling last on the list as they were used more for mating and raising children than fighting and protecting. This fact is only proven by Randall's lack of claws or anything remotely terrifying for that matter.