When Alpha Created Omega

1- My Bright future

​The howls of my packmates and family resonate in my ears. I long to join them, but watching them dance under the full moon with their mates ignites a violent turmoil within me. I despise feeling this way toward my pack, yet I can't suppress it.​

Most of my pack find their mates at the tender age of sixteen. I'm approaching twenty-two, and each passing second without my other half feels like a knife carving away at my bones. Moreover, I can't assume my rightful position as head of the pack until I have my mate. Being born an alpha gave me a natural advantage in life... or so I thought.​

Instead of joining the pack, I find myself moping under my pelts in the cave I share with my family. As an unmated wolf, there's no need for me to claim my own cave; the loneliness would surely consume me. Wolves are pack creatures—we need each other to thrive.​

The clicking of sharp nails approaches my curled-up form, and the strong scent of oak and maple tells me my younger brother, Cass, is hovering at the cave entrance, probably debating whether to provoke my already sore emotions further. A tense pause fills the air before I feel his hot breath over my cocooned body.​

"Go away, Cass. I'm not in the mood," I growl.​

I barely hear the cracking of his bones as he shifts back into his human form. What I do hear is his angry growl as he rips the pelts off me one by one.​

Gasping at the sudden cold assaulting my body, I'm tempted to snatch the pelts back immediately.​

"Come on, Iven. You're not going to find your mate lying around in Mom and Dad's cave."​

Anger surges through me, and I leap up, shoving him down onto the scattered pelts. Before my mind can catch up, my body moves instinctively. Fur envelops my skin, teeth sharpen, and my spine snaps into place.​

I barely register my brother's tense body beneath my heavy paw or the thick scent of fear clouding the cave as my growling muzzle inches closer to his face. In his hazel eyes, I see the reflection of my own icy blue gaze, standing out starkly against my black fur.​

A strong whimper echoes off the cave walls as Cass slowly turns his head in submission. I can almost taste the sweat dampening his light, choppy blonde hair as it falls over his eyes.​

His submissiveness seeps into my bones, quelling the need to assert my dominance. I leap off him, landing gracefully at the cave's entrance. Guilt gnaws at me for forcing him into submission. I wasn't being rational about this whole situation. I don't want to face the many happy faces gathered in celebration, but perhaps it's time I tried.​

I leave Cass in the cave, giving him space to gather himself before joining the others. He may be younger, but he's also an alpha, and I know firsthand how humiliating it is to be forced into submission.

Shame clings to your scent afterward, alerting everyone with a keen sense of smell that you've overstepped your rank.​

Snickering to myself, I ponder what a good mate I'll be to my future love. My thoughts are interrupted when I sense Cass's presence following me. Strange—I thought he'd appreciate some time alone. Then it dawns on me: perhaps he played me for a fool to get me out of the cave.​

One Week Later

A week ago, during our mating celebration, I watched as lucky pack members showcased their newly found mates. It felt like a punishment designed specifically for me.​

Inhaling the crisp morning air, I decide to go for an early run before everyone wakes up. I can't handle their pitying stares. They turn me into some stereotypical, hormone-raging alpha male—which I'm obviously not. All my outbursts are dismissed as hissy fits, and, to be honest, I can be quite vindictive.​

I run the entire perimeter of our rocky territory. Once, we lived in flat woods, but as pack members started families and found their mates, we relocated to a vast mountain—returning to where our ancestors once thrived. Covered in thick woods and harsh winters, we flourish here.​

After completing the trail twice, I stop at one of the many natural crystal lakes scattered across our mountain. I gaze into the clear water and see my reflection.

  In my wolf form, I'm as large as any alpha male I've encountered. The strong outline of my muscles is evident, a testament to the hours I spend pushing my body to its limits daily. My black fur cloaks me like a shadow, casting darkness wherever I tread.

My sharp blue eyes, almost as clear as the water itself—who could resist this? Who would reject such superior genetics? When I find my alpha mate, he will be proud of me instantly.​

I shift into my human form and examine myself in the reflection, just as I've done before. While my brother inherited light blonde hair from our mother, I have wild red curls from our father. My blue eyes remain, though not as bright as in my wolf form. My stomach is toned to the max, and though my chest is modest, it suits my frame.​

The sun begins to blind me as I scrutinize myself, signaling that the others will be awake soon, if they aren't already. I let myself fall forward.