A Walk On The Softer Side (Mpreg)

4-Travelling

Quincy by the side!

Frederick's P.O.V

We were travelling again, albeit slowly. My people and I, in the smallish crammed carriers that confined us.

The alphas tried, they really did. They attempted to get all sixty or so Omega's comfortable but still failed. There were only ten of them after all, and we had little to no luxury to afford more comfortable travelling space than granted.

My brother, Zachary was trying to calm our people, telling them that our band would survive - we would possibly live to tell our children of our indicted survival.

It was terrible. He was also lying, I knew our real situation.

Our entire lineage was collapsing. If not protected, our band of Were-cats would soon be non existent. Disease and war had torn our homes apart, Were-bears attacked us viciously from the last hundred years or so. Alphas and Betas had died out quickly, our kind naturally not made to fight but to rather create.

Creation mattered little in war, people only broke things - nothing was ever fixed. In conclusion, our kind was an easy target.

A treaty had been signed as of recently, but the deep scars had already been imprinted. The damage was done, and what had used to be a small and quiet band of one thousand or so had now been reduced to a pitying amount of around seventy.

Ten Alphas, who were now past the age of where their sperm worked, and sixty or so extremely fertile as well as young Omegas. All of which were parent less (even females had been called out in the last war) and extremely lonely.

We were the remainder of our band. Zachary and I the only heirs to the throne (though what was the point of a throne without a kingdom to rule?), our fathers had both now been killed. Edwin, our Omega father had his head brutally sliced off whilst defending us around five years ago. Harold, our Alpha father had died two years prior in the war - so in all honesty, Edwin was at last resting in peace.

It had horrified me to the core, to watch the moment. With Harold I hadn't been present, though with Edwin the moment chilled me.

I'd been eleven or so, completely still in shock as my father's head had simply been ripped off his shoulders, soon flung into my lap as I howled.

It had traumatized me, those empty sockets - even in their dying moment attempting to pacify me as they lay disconnected to the rest of their body whilst situated in my lap.

Lifeless.

Zachary, one of our ten Alphas had roared out in rage and attacked. He had only been thirteen, still growing into his tail and had managed such a firm blood lust.

I looked at my brother right now, the way that he was speaking so very bravely. His voice, loud and clear; strong and dominant. He made sure to put his point across but comforted nonetheless. Several Omegas shot him grateful smiles, while I served berries and recreational drinks. My brother would make a great bond-mate one day, even if bond-mates were uncommon in Imperialist backgrounds. For us, a bond-mate was the same as a Mate for a Traditionalist. Only, they were very very rare and courting was the only way to get anywhere.

Zachary was my twin. He had hair of a shocking white like me, and a firm pointed nose that rose up. Yet, that was where our similarity stopped. He was much taller than me, and built better. His eyes were a rich caramel, mine a smokey butterscotch. My skinny arms, weary legs and pasty skin were no competition to his thick and tanned domineering stance, which crushed my submissiveness clearly.

His tail, even his tail was better than mine. It was bushier and thicker, much shorter and it followed his command clearly. Mine, on the other hand seemed to have a mind of its own, plus I still hadn't grown into it.