The Stinky Life I've Accepted

Chapter 31: Preparations and an Omega

Maxon

I slowly stand, blinking heavily as I come to terms with the weakness of my legs. I've never noticed how weak they have become. 

I've haven't been off of them for more than four hours in a long time. 

Not since the mental health facility. And even then, I was usually forced to bed by the guards or the drugs. 

You would think Alphas had it better in them to be stronger and more firm. We can be. But that's the difference. Anyone can be big and strong, if they put in the work. Big isn't just a physical attribute. It's the size of your heart and willpower. Alphas have a natural genetic makeup about them that does make their physical and mental appearance rather sizeable. But they have to work to maintain it. If they don't...they can lose it. I am proof of that. 

All things considered, I'd think my mate is bigger than me at the moment. He has what it takes to take down a full-grown bear, for crying out loud. 

And here I am, just getting acquainted with the fact that maybe my heath isn't so good at the moment. I needed the protection from the bear, not the other way around. And because of my weakness, my mate got hurt. 

I won't let that happen again. I am going to do everything it takes to get back on track and take charge of my health. The habits I have accidentally installed within myself will not be easy to break, but I will work towards that step by step. 

Even so, I frown at the energy it takes to walk a few steps. "Have I always been this weak?" I mumble, glancing up at Dr. Minusk, who is watching me carefully.  He sighs, pushing up his glasses. 

"Yes and no. Your drive to find your mate and the adrenaline that came with that has fueled your physical strength. In other words, you've taken your mental strength and bent it between itself and your physical body, so that you had the energy you needed. You, as an Alpha, are used to being stronger than the average shifter. But now that you no longer have to strain yourself to search for your mate..." He breaks off, his eyes flashing with regret. 

"Think of it this way. You're used to being at Alpha strength. You are currently not. You weren't before, but that was effectively pushed away by your willpower. Now that you no longer require that willpower, your body has realized its deficiencies. You are at the strength of a normal shifter. You aren't even at the strength of a beta. Not quite an omega either. You're just normal. But that is very dangerous for your second gender. Your body cannot just be normal. It was made the way it was to bear your second gender in all its grace. If you don't get back to a healthy weight, through better sleep, less stress, and a good diet, you will only continue to lose what little you have left." He explains, and I nod, frowning. 

"Don't get me wrong. All shifter genders have their own strengths and weaknesses. That is why there are different genders, to equalize those differences. That is one of the reasons why most of our kind prefer packs, because we only strengthen one another. Where an Alpha might lack in containing his or her rage at times, a Beta is there with more reasonable ability, while thus being able to match their Alpha's strength to fight and restrain them if need be. Normal wolves are the breath of fresh air to stabilize between those differences. And we all know about Omegas and their charm." He continues, watching closely as I walk around, trying to get the pins and needles out of my limbs.