Alpha Omega

Die with the Lie

I refocus my attention on the Mole. Ugh, could this guy be any more cliché. He looked almost exactly like that mole character from the disney movie Atlantis if you exchange the bug eye glasses for puiny, beady black eyes and a goatee. 

He sneers at me, showing off his smoker's teeth. This guy could give Madame Berta a run for her money as Ugliest pack member. I should introduce them. I bet they'd make some meme worthy babies, and besides, if they can stand to look at themselves in the mirror for any extended amount of time, I'll bet they're eachother's only chance at love. Ha! Fat chance of that. Regardless, I'm sure they deserve eachother. 

He turns his head, opening his stumpy arms wide. "Luna Princess!" He says it like he's never heard the term before in his life, "An Omega scum is no Luna Princess!" 

To my horror, I see the previously brain-dead faces of my audience nodding in agreement. I've seen movies, I know what happens when a freaky looking Mole villain works a crowd into an angry frenzy. Let's just say it never ends well for the poor soul who usually get's beat to the pavement. Ever read 1984? Because I think this is the Vibe Big Brother was going for before the Two Minutes of Hate, and the masses have set their sights on me. 

I school my features into the same calculated look I've practiced on the Albatross hundreds of times. Purse the lips, roll and drop the shoulders, cross my arms low across my abdomen, slight head tilt, chin down a bit, slightly raise one eyebrow and...voíla! 

Unfortunately, Mole isn't taking the hint. In fact, it seems like everyone who was trying to come up with an opinion on me while I was practicing with the Prince's has just been persuaded about me, by a Mole! 

Al is watching me, waiting to see what I'll do. An Omega would run and hide, or maybe take the punishment whether they earned it or not. A Luna would run to their Alpha and have him fight their battle. Me? I like to be a little spontaneous sometimes, give the people a little plot twist here or there, just to spice things up. 

I step forward, right up into the Mole's personal space. I'm barely an inch taller than him, but I try to make it work, try to make myself as intimidating and imposing as possible. 

"Let me make this PAINFULLY clear, to everyone! I am the mate to the Prince Alphas, but I am a dominant she-wolf in my own right and I will NOT tolerate being submitted to anything less than the respect a wolf of my position deserves." When he eyes finally flicker away from mine, I lean back, casting my gaze at every single person here, meeting their eyes until they look away in submission. Damn this feels good to finally be me! To finally bite back! Of course, I probably don't have much or any actual dominance, being an Omega and all, but I'm not letting them know that. 

"You do not have to like me, but I demand your respect. When this happens, then I can assure you the sentiment will be returned. If not, I will treat you with just the same level of ferocity as any other Luna she-wolf would treat a traitorous member of their pack. If you don't like it, then challenge me for my position. However, I feel obligated to advise against that, for your own sake. The moon goddess didn't choose me for nothing."

Bluffing? HELL YES! I grew up an Omega, I've never had anything close to the skills training most of these wolves have had! Unless you count pranking and running from Madame B a skill, which Maven and I would argue it is.

Regardless, I put on my best poker face and shove the she-wolf to the floor before throwing my shoulders back and chin up, glaring down my nose at anyone who dares to look me in the eye until they look away.

Unfortunately, there is one old fart who apparently wasn't impressed by my little speech. Three guesses which rodent he resembles.

"Challenge an Omega! It would be like a Zeta challenging a Delta!"

Shit! He's right. Die with the lie I guess.Because no way am I backing down from this asshole. 

I scoff, " That sounds like an excuse to me! Besides, I'm your Princess Luna and you will address me as such!"

He scoffs back, " I'll not bow down to some Omega scum! If it's a challenge you want, then fine!"

Crap! Wait, did he just challenge me for my position as Princess Luna? I laugh off my nerves, "Buddy brown, I don't think the pack, or the princes are going to accept an old fart like yourself as Princess Luna. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news and all..."

"No!" What? "My daughter will make a much more suited leader for our pack! Cassandra!"

Can he even do that? Well, I guess so because someone was coming from the crowd. I have no idea who this 'Cassandra' person is, all I know about her is whatever I can glean from her whiny voice coming over the crowd, "Daaaaad! Would you stop challenging people for me? If I wanted to I'd have done it myself."

A tall girl makes her way over to the old fart who called my bluff. The exact same tall blonde girl who's been in the middle of the sparring group of Zetas, twirling knives.

Her father leans in close to her, speaking low and fast, while she eyes me, looking confident as if he asked her to simply fetch the remote. She didn't look particularly cruel, but she also didn't look like she was planning on backing down or going easy on me, and she definitely looked like a lethal killing machine in everything from her toned limbs to the confident way she stood. Eventually, she nodded, then stepped towards me.

"You sure you want to do this, Princess?"

I gulp. Crap, this girl looks like she could kick my ass without even breaking a sweat.

She watches me closely, they all do. Fuck, this is gonna hurt. "Bring it on, Kitten."

She looks honestly shocked. Then, a slow smile creeps across her face, "Let's dance, princess."

She pulls the knives from her weapons belt like freaking Batman, then spins them around in her hands a few times. While I'm watching, a pair of identical knives lands at my feet. OK, Knife fight it is then. 

She suddenly makes a sharp left through the crowd. What? She's just going to walk off? Yes! My luck is changing! About bloody time. 

"I am Cassandra Udiknov, descendant of the Udiknov wolves and Kappa Zeta of the Blood moon pack and I challenge my Princess Luna, Kiya Rose."

Oh, she was going to the sparring arena. Right. 

It's do or die time. Looks like I'm going with the latter. 

*Authors note: 

 What do we think of the new characters? How much faith do you have in our little egomaniac heroine? Will she win, will the twins save her or does she deserve to get knocked down a peg or two? 

Also, this is dedicated to Archerarcayn, idk if I spelt that right but I hope I did. The votes are appraciated, so grazie from Rissa!