Prologue
August
I don't think anyone would envy being an omega in such a large pack. Aside from the fact that we could shift, being the weakest of our kind and being considered almost human was almost demeaning. Another thing that royally sucked was our heat. Being chained to our utmost desires and needs to be bred by another wolf.
It seemed as though the moon goddess had a particular disdain for omegas within the wolf hierarchy. While human omegas were afforded a different status altogether - sought after as ideal mating partners by human alphas, in the world of wolf packs, alphas sought dominant and powerful partners to rule alongside them.
Alpha and omega werewolves were also few and far between. A pack only needed one ruler. Only one wolf would become alpha of the pack once the pack alpha died from natural causes, was handed down, or challenged for the position.
Just like human omega's were scarce and far and few between, alpha humans were also scarce. They had higher positions, such as the president with his husband or CEO of companies. And their omegas would all be homemakers. That was something I didn't envy about human omegas. I wanted to be something more than a homemaker. I wanted to be independent.
I mean, of course, companionship hurts no one. I didn't have much longer until I could sense my mate's pheromones. The moment the clock struck midnight on my birthday; my omega would be able to scent out our mate. Or if my mate turned 21 before I did, they would be able to scent me out.
It was rare for a couple to be much younger than their other half. Of course, they had to be over the age of 18 before they could consummate their mateship. The supernatural council made that law for all supernatural in the past hundred years or so to protect children from being taken advantage of before they were of age.
My pack, the Riverfalls Pack, in Oregon, was much kinder to omegas than others. Our alpha let us go to school to get an education. We had pack laws that protected us in several ways versus several other packs in the US, heck, even the world. I was allowed to have a job. I was allowed to participate in full moon ceremonies. I could even shift.
It was against pack law to abandon their omega children to the pack orphanage just because of their second gender. I was grateful that I was born into the right pack. I'd heard horror stories of what omegas had to deal with in other packs. I felt terrible for them. They were being abandoned, raped, and treated like they were a burden.
We were one of the largest packs in the North Americas and the second strongest in the world, behind Germany. They were unmatched and a force to be reckoned with.
My parents worked for our pack and helped negotiate with other packs to sign treaties for our pack on behalf of our alpha, Kent. It was difficult being their son, and I almost felt like I was a disappointment to my father for being born an omega. Sometimes, they'd leave the pack for months, and they'd leave me here because of the dangers of taking me to foreign packs.
Growing up without my parents present was tough on a kid, and being an omega made it difficult for me to tag along with them. Because my heat was unpredictable, which was uncommon for an omega. Usually, they'd align with the moon cycle every three months.
I didn't have any disdain for my parents leaving me behind either. They were doing what they had to do for the pack and for me too. Their work provided a good place for me to live, and I never had to worry about anything. They loved me and cared for me and always wanted the best for me. They also encouraged me to reach higher for my goals.
My biological family didn't want anything to do with me when they found out my secondary gender. Which wasn't as uncommon, even in a progressive pack like ours.
So, when my parents had to leave on official pack business, they'd leave me at my friend Raven's house. His parents were always welcoming toward me, being another omega boy around Raven's age. I was thankful that my parents had made sure I'd stay with a family that did care for me. It started a beautiful lifelong relationship with Raven.
Even though we were both 20, we still had sleepovers and caught up on gossip with our other omegan friend Ella. We were the only three omegas in the same grade when we were in school. Making us thick as thieves growing up.
Ella was a short, feisty, red headed woman that I loved to death. She'd dyed her hair from the original white color when she was old enough in her parent's eyes. White hair was something that our pack thought was an omega kissed by the moon goddess, seeing as white hair was a characteristic that only few omegas could have. From what my parents had told me, not all werewolves thought of omegas being kissed by the goddess. They saw a white-haired omega being a curse of some kind.
Meaning that white haired omegas were actually rarer than any other type of werewolf, because other packs would do unspeakable things to their white-haired babes. Of course, many omegas when shifted did have one distinct quality that others did not have, and that was a white underbelly.
Ella was the last child out of seven dominant boys, and just like Raven and I's families, they cared for her and treated her like the princess she pretended to be. I did not envy her mate, because she had six older brothers, as well as her dominant father. Her mate would have to prove himself to all of them before they'd even let her leave their house.
The three of us had gone through many things together. We were there to help aid one another when we fell into heat. We protected each other from school bullies as well.
Just because our pack laws accepted omegas and gave them the freedoms of other wolves, didn't mean that we were widely accepted. We were preyed on by the betas of our pack. There were submissive betas and dominant beta's. Then, there was the pack's secondhand beta. They had more strength than the average dominant beta, they'd be able to rule the pack should the alpha have to leave for any reason at all. They were just as much of a protector of our pack as the alpha.
Dominant betas were able to smell the scent of an omega in heat, while submissive betas could not, their second gender did not matter when it came to their birth sex. Omegas were considered a risk to be around when we fell into heat. Our scent would become extraordinarily sweet, and any dominant within a close distance would turn into a ravenous beast, craving the omega in heat.
Our pack had a designated cabin built for omegas to avoid unwanted children. Going through a heat alone was torture. It felt like our bodies were on fire, and our sexual desire was at an all-time high. We'd be so lost in our stupor we'd watch each other to make sure we ate and drank while we succumbed to our omega. There were elder omegas in our pack that were mateless.
Their alpha during their younger years let their mates deny their mateship. Some weaker omegas would die from the pain of their broken bond to their mate. Some were stronger and lived to tell the tale of the older days of our pack, and would let us know how grateful we should be that we were born in this day and age.
We had one of the most progressive Alphas in all of the America's. But it didn't mean that we were equal, we were anything but compared to our packmates. Our pack didn't have it set in pack laws that they had to accept the bond.
It didn't stop the fear in my heart, knowing that I could wake up on my 21st birthday and get denied the one true thing the goddess blessed upon me that I so desperately wanted.
I wanted to be everything I was taught I couldn't be.
A/N: This will be the only chapter available for everyone. I will be publishing the new version on Patreon under the $15 tier and there are currently three chapters up. Again, I ask not to be bullied for decisions I'm making with my own work. I will still be taking the original version down off of all platforms on the posted date mentioned in the previous chapter. You can always download the PDF copy on patreon under my $3 and up tiers. I plan on publishing the new version on KDP with paper and hard backs for you guys to purchase.
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