Lone Wolf [l.s. au] [omega!louis] [alpha!harry] [mpreg] - DISCONTINUED

iv.

Chapter dedicated to ShijiSadan for voting and commenting on every chapter of this book so far! Thank you for showing your excitement, babe! It means a ton to me!

Before we begin, I'd like to tell you how old they are. Louis is 18 and Harry is twenty. This story is taking place near the beginning of August.

Enjoy! We'll be starting in Harry's point of view once again.

"Louis... you're a werewolf too."

And then it was as if the world had gone silent- the wind seemed to pause, the clouds not moving as my beautiful mate stared straight ahead, his face visibly pale.

"I know that you're probably really confused. Again, I'm sorry for dropping this all on you so suddenly. I'll explain why I'm doing so in a minute. But yes, Louis, you are a werewolf and I know because all werewolves have a distinct scent that smells like something relating to the forest. Yours is a fire, mixed with vanilla and cinnamon, along with a hint of wintergreen. I don't know how you don't know you're a werewolf, because all werewolves shift when they hit the mere age of four. You might have something mixed in your DNA, like maybe your grandparents were late bloomers, which made your parents late bloomers, which made you an even later bloomer. Or, it could be the involvement of magic. Someone could put something in your drink that makes the wolf in you hide under your human. Those are the only two reasons I can think of, but there might be more."

Once I was finished with my rambling, I took a peek at Louis, seeing him swallow thickly and tremble slightly.

"So, in summary... you're a werewolf, I'm a werewolf, and... we're mates?" he said as his voice shook with fear and confusion. I nodded numbly.

"I know this is a lot to take in. So I'll give you the choice. Do you want me to tell you why I told you all of this now? Or would you rather have me tell you tomorrow?"

Louis licked his thin lips and blinked slowly at me.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to continue now. Lay it all on me, why don't you? I mean, you already have, but just put some more weight on my shoulders. I won't mind."

I winced at his tone, which was filled with accusation. But I nodded anyways and licked my own lips.

"So, uh, all werewolves have, like, a position in the pack that's passed on to them biologically. I'm an Alpha, which means I 'm the dominant one in the relationship, whether I'm with a Beta or Omega, and I can also get Omegas pregnant. Alphas are able to be head of the pack, which I am. The head of the pack, I mean. Betas are second best. They can only mate with an Alpha- there's really nothing else to them. Then there's Omegas. They're the ones that are the mothers of the pack. They mainly take care of the children and the sick, old people. The Omegas also can get pregnant, no matter their gender. That's it, I think."

"So?" Louis lifted his left eyebrow with ease. "Which one am I?"

I coughed harshly, not quite prepared for his question. Omegas have the biggest burden under the alphas, as they take care of the pack as well as their own children. How would he react when I told him he was one of them?

"Harry. Tell me."

"You're, uh... y-you're an Omega."

Everything seemed to be still again. And the silence was rather uncomfortable.

"S-so, I can get p-pregnant?"

I nodded with my gaze fixed on the floor.

Moments passed, the only sound being the rustle of the leaves and the harsh breathes between the two of us.