"Omega's are supposed to stay quiet. Omega's are supposed to obey. Omega's are supposed to do EVERYTHING I fucking say!" Alpha Morrison said in anger as he spat at me. I lived each day in fear for my life. Wondering what I did wrong to deserve such...
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Livie
Alarick held his hand out for me as he opened the door. Everyone gasped, murmuring among themselves. At first, I was very self-conscious; I had been used to the silver moon pack, always talking badly in front of me and my back. So it threw me off to see them smile, and I couldn't help but feel happy. I could hear them praising and welcoming Alarick with open arms.
"My... She is gorgeous. Just like you said, my boy," the man says in a deep voice as he comes in front of me and cups my face with both hands. He kisses both my cheeks and my forehead. His hands felt so warm and loving. They were strong, rigid, and insensitive but warm and welcoming. Just like Ricky's hands, except Ricky's were exceptional. They held me lovingly, making me feel wanted and protected.
"Dad, this is Livie. Livie, this is my father, Lucian Dannelly," he says, placing his hand on the small of my back. He vows like a gentleman, making my eyes widen. I had never had someone greet me so correctly. One of the eldest ladies makes her way forward. She comes before us, cupping Ricky's cheeks, kissing his forehead, and smiling at him. "Welcome back, alpha Ricky. And you brought us a beautiful girl." the lady says, looking at me as she holds his hand.
"I did. Her name is Olivia. Livie for short." he says, and she smiles. "Beautiful name," she says, cupping my face lovingly. "Our Luna is surely a beautiful blessing," she adds, blushing my cheeks.
"Olivia- Pacificus. Lassis pacem facet illis in tempore tribulationis et belli," he says in a language I do not understand. It was as if Alarick knew I was puzzled. He leans by my ear and whispers the translation.
"She will bring peace to those who are weary in times of hardship and war. It's old Latin. Dad is one of the oldest in our pack. He's lived decades but hasn't aged much, as you can see." he says, making my eyes widen in amazement.
"I... I don't know about that whole peace thing, but whatever I can help with... I will do it with all my heart and strength." I reply, and his dad suddenly grabs me by my shoulders, engulfing me in a tight hug making everyone chuckle.
The girls who had come in with my old pack still looked at me, puzzled. They didn't know I was Alarick's mate, and honestly, I preferred it this way. I didn't want the rest of the silver moon pack to find out. What if Molly was right, and they tried to use it against Alarick for their benefit? I couldn't stand to see him get hurt. Morrison is the worst. I'm unsure about Skylar anymore because he is a menace, but his dad is unpredictable. He's someone that you don't want to mess with.
Alarick signals to his beta and gamma. The three nodded in unison, and the girls with me were taken away. I was nervous for them, wondering what he would do with them. If I hadn't been his mate, would he take me away too? And what would he do? Would he torture them? Put them to extensive work? Goddess, I hope not.
