The Omega

Chapter 5

Granny Millie's generation was the last of the true mates, and even then they were far and few. The legend of the Omega has been around for centuries, being that the Omega and Luna are more than just true mates, they are chosen by the goddess of the moon, Diana herself. The Omega is a big black wolf. Larger than any other, and a true Alpha of a dynastic Alpha bloodline. The Luna is a large white wolf. The only wolf larger is the Omega. The Luna is also from a dynastic bloodline. Not specifically an Alpha one. They have the ability to find each other anywhere in the world, after they mated and have been marked by each other. But if one were to get rejected by the other, all of these amazing phenomena will be lost. No longer able to use the magic. I mean that's how the legend goes. Only time will tell if Declan can still be bonded to me.

I already burned off his mark. Excessive, yes. Painful, yes, but it was necessary. My part of the bond was severed the moment I rejected him. I can't feel his emotions, or pain. I can't hear his thoughts. I can't mind link to anyone in the pack anymore. I mean it has been almost 3 months.

3 months since I came to Millie's.

3 months since I left home.

3 months since my wolf has come out of her dormant state.

3 months since my wolf has even been active.

3 months since I rejected Declan.

3 months since I left Declan.

3 months that I have been pregnant with his baby.

It's been 3 months and it has felt like years.

The average gestation period for us werewolves is about 3 and a half months. So I am expecting to be a mom soon. I am scared out of my witts. Millie was over the moon excited when she found out. in her words exactly, "I GET TO SEE MY GREAT-GRANDBABIES!" She was more excited then a child in a candy store. She has done nothing but prepare the house for the past 3 months. Buying baby clothes. Buying baby food. Buying healthy food and forcing me to eat it. We are currently in store number 4 of the day. Looking at some cute baby onesies.

"Cheyenne. It is going to be a baby boy. I can feel it. We are getting baby blue clothes." Millie insited.

"Granny, It's going to be a girl. It's a mother's instinct. I can feel her. It's a baby girl. So we are getting pink." I insist back.

"Fine. How about we go unisex. Yellow, and orange. Oooh maybe a red!" We ended up buying all of said colored onesies. After that whole shopping excursion, we went home. Millie made some dinner and I went to put away the clothes in the nursery.

I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, as I let out a gasp. I felt a warm liquid trickling down my leg. "AAAHHHHH!" I scream as another sharp pain hits me. Oh shit. This can't be happening yet. Oh no. No. No. No. I am not ready yet.

Millie runs in looking panicked to find me laying on the floor in pain. She frantically calls the pack doctor and helps me to my bed. It's going to be an at home birth because having one at the hospital would be a little suspicious and such. Plus if Declan is looking for me, and my name is in the system he could find me easily.

The pack doctor is there within 10 minutes. I haven't had another contraction since the first one. Oh god. This is going to be a very very very long process.

5 hours, and about 70 contractions later, I gave birth to 2 beautiful babies. A baby boy, and a baby girl. Mason Alexander Midnight and Ophelia Mildred Midnight. Mason and Ellie. My biological grandparents names were Mason and Ophelia. I barely knew my grandfather, but from what I hear, he was an amazing Alpha. The heir to his throne was not as great. My uncle. He destroyed the pack and got himself killed. So my father did the sensible thing and had our pack merged with another. And my grandmother, Ophelia. She was an amazing woman. Even till her death she was so considerate of others. She loved life and all of life's amazing things. I am not giving my children Declan's last name. I refuse to even consider calling him their father.