Alpha Omega

I tear up and then I tear you apart

He cupped my face from both sides, bringing back the tingly, wanna-be-weak feeling, but I fought it. "Honey pot, what's wrong? I promise we aren't mad about what happened. We WILL protect you, I swear on my life. So what's making you so scared of us? We would die before we let anyone hurt our mate. We're the last people you should be scared of." He says, looking deep into my eyes which were tearing up.

Another weird fact about me, I don't cry. Well, I do, but when my eyes begin to tear up, every Omega knows to run like bats outta hell, because it usually means something like this is about to happen...

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 I poke him hard in the chest. It probably hurt my finger more than it hurt him so I turned to pushing him flat palmed and then full blown hitting his shoulders with my fists until he backed up a few steps. Then I elbowed and shoved at Dominic until he allowed me the same courtesy. 

"Don't you Honey Pot me, asshole! SCARED? You're the one who should be scared of ME when I'm through with you! HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF MY MATE! What kind of self-respecting she-wolf would I be to get in bed with two royal jerks like you! For Pete's sake, you can't even do your own homework! I'll bet you've never had to make a bed in your whole damn life or know what a vacuum cleaner is!  HELL NO! But then you have the NERVE to tell me I'm scared of a couple of jerks who wouldn't even be able to figure their way out of a clothes dryer once I shove both your chiseled heads into it. You probably wouldn't even know what it is you damn-two-faced-ugly-royal-ass-vacuum-cleaner-Nazis!"

I stop momentarily to breathe, then open my mouth to continue but Dominic quickly wraps his hand around my mouth. Unfortunately for me, he cupped his hand so that I can't bite his palm.

"Did she just call us vacuum-cleaner-nazis?" Dominic's bewildered expression made me proud of my name-calling skills. 

"I believe she called us ugly-royal-asses too," Tyron said, smirking down at me. 

I growl against Dominic's hand. An idea comes to me and I begin licking his palm, only for him to chuckle and lean down to whisper in my ear, "Little Lady, if you think that's going to make me want to move my hand faster, you've got another thing coming. However, I do have somewhere else for you to lick if you're planning on doing it anyway." 

I growl at him, then freeze once the meaning behind his words fully sinks in. I can feel my face go bright red, and not entirely from anger this time. 

"Aw, what a cutie! Look at her Dom, she's all red in the face." Tyrone smirks before carefully approaching, "Now, as far as us being royal-ass-slobs, I guess you're right. We ARE Princes and future Kings of the largest werewolf pack on the continent. As far as you thinking you're above us for knowing things about housekeeping that we don't, well, we could say the same of your ignorance in terms of running a pack now couldn't we?" 

Damn, I guess the ass had a point. A shitty-assed point that had nothing to do with why I hate him but still, he's good at twisting words, I respect that. Or I would if he wasn't doing it to me right now.

I nod in agreement, giving him my big-brown-eyed puppy stare. Wait for it, shocked faces, compassionate sighs and..Bingo! As soon as Dominic moves his hand, I shove away from him, "You're right, you're royalty. I WOULD know nothing about running a pack, not that your royal butts ever asked. You don't get it do you? Neither one of you will ever come off your high horses enough to know how ignorant and plain WRONG you both are? Your whole family is! I'm am OMEGA! OMEGA! Get it? That means I'm practically forbidden from ever showing my face to a royal, not to mention even surfacing from the basement during daylight hours and let me tell you, I can't even do something as mundane as finishing high-school, that's YOUR FAULT! EVERYTHING is your fault you selfish-royal-pricks!"

Tyron sighs in exasperation, running both hands through his hair and muttering and swearing to himself. Well, same here buddy! 

Dominic, however, is perfectly still, merely running his thumb and forefinger back and forth across his jaw while he stares intently at me. I watch him, waiting for him to decide when to speak. 

"I counted the word 'royal' what? Five times?" He sighs, 

"And she made quite a few references to our asses, I think it's clear to see what our little mate is focusing on, don't you?" Tyron just had to add in his two cents, didn't he? Not that he's wrong about the whole ass thing because what I have seen has left no doubt that I might develop a bit of an ogling obsession with their rear ends. 

But about the 'litte mate' part! I open my mouth to respond but Dominic beats me to it. 

"Kiya Rose, you are our mate, and we have accepted that fact before the entirety of the Alpha court, knowing this would put our positions as future Kings at risk, yet I would claim you as my Luna princess again in a heartbeat. You are no longer an Omega. You were right though, my brother and I have very easily ignored the omegas in the past. However,  if the Omegas and Royals have been separated for so many generations, then how could you expect us to know that you were living in bad conditions? After all, the Delta's who serve us are very happy working in the pack house. Some even prefer it to getting offsite jobs, so why should we assume it's any different for the Omegas?  You even have your own branch of the house to yourselves, if nobody ever came to tell us, how were we suppose to know anything bad was going on when, from our perspective, you seemed to be living it up in your own house and keeping your own work hours like the Deltas?" 

He approaches me, placing his hands on both of my shoulders, "Be fair, Little Mate.  The moon goddess chose you for us for a reason and we plan on finding out what that reason is. In the past 12 hours, we have met our mate, challenged our own father for her, been forced to challenge and fight two champions from the River Run pack  to defend our mate's innocence, then led serval council meetings both Blood Moon and Full Court meetings on the subject of you and, each time, we have been fighting for you. Yet still, here we are after your blatant disregard of protocol and disrespect for our father and now us, even after we've risked our positions, family and lives to help you before we knew your name.  All we knew was that you were a beautiful, smart-mouthed Omega who was our mate and we will do anything for you but, this commitment goes both ways. If we can forgive you for all the trouble you've caused, could you at least consider forgiving us of our ignorance of the oppression of the omegas which we had no reason to even suspect was happening?" 

Damn, the guy can talk! I mean, what a nice little speech and fuck! He's got me all tied up and looking like the bad guy now. I break eye contact, crossing my arms over my chest, "You don't know... we were pack and pack is suppose to be a family, but you shoved us underground." 

How can I make them see? How can I even put all these pent up emotions into words? To explain how it felt to know that my entire life would be working in a basement while the other kinder-garden kids were dreaming of being princesses and vets and Olympians. How it felt to be at the top of your class but have to drop out because you can't keep up with the school hours and workload? How it felt to glean any amount of joy from doing their stupid homework and pretending I made it to college too and ignoring how utterly pathetic that is. 

Dominic cups my chin, bringing my face back up so he can see me, "Then tell us. If the way things are now, hurts you, we can find a way to fix it, make it better. Screaming and yelling at us because we are 'royals' won't help. Ask us, talk to US, not the princes you think you know. You might be surprised if you'll just give us a chance to be Dominic and Tyron instead of the 'royal asses upstairs' you've decided we are." 

Wow, the boy knows how to smooth-talk a girl. The problem is, how can I let go of a lifetime of hate when I've always piled the blame on them? And if I do, then whose fault is it, really? How can I just forget about being an Omega? We come from two entirely different worlds, ones where we're suppose to hate each other. They're suppose to look down on me and I'm suppose to hate their guts and selfishness for all the shit I've gone through in my life. Yet now they want me to give them a chance? Are they really any different to the Princes I've come to loath from afar?

 How can I even consider learning to love them?