Alpha Omega

The Fourth Morning After

I wake up feeling more rested than I ever have in my life. Growing up in the Omega home, I've gotten used to waking up to the sounds of dozens of people all bussing around bellow me and Alex and Wyatt grumbling and shoving each other and Maven shaking me awake before the sun has properly crested the trees as someone noisily forces the tin garage door open to let some air in. 

This time, I'm still surrounded by body heat but the voices and mumbling have been swapped out for the soft sounds of my mate's breathing. I mentally slap myself when I realize I've got a silly smile on my face, the same one that I've woken up with the past four days since I took my mates down to the basement the first day. 

In the last four days, I've learned a lot about my mates. For example, Dominic can hold a grudge better than any old woman (Except maybe Janet), but he's good a pretending he isn't holding a grudge. Ty is the furthest thing from being a morning person but all the Zeta's meet up in the mornings to train before anyone else is awake so he gets up early anyway. Neither of the boys can cook too save their life (Except for Dom who has mastered the art of grilling a cheese sandwich on the stove), both are insanely attached to their bikes (if you thought your boy was obsessed with his car, just wait till you see him with a Ducati or Harley), they have never been to a grocery store in their lives and were overly excited about it and, finally, they are avoiding their parents. 

I mean, it's not like I have any desire to meet the King or Queen, but it's starting to get a little dramatic. They think I don't notice when Ty distracts me with kisses so Dom can peek outside to make sure their parents aren't around or how, if they've retired upstairs for the night before we've made it to the bedroom, Dom scoops me up and runs down the corridor then, when I ask what that was about, he kisses me until I forget what I was saying. I get it, the first and last time I met their parents, I ended up unconscious and they ended up nearly challenging their father. But still, I can't help but feel like there's more to it than that, like they don't trust me not to refer to their dad as 'Georgie boy' or mouth off in front of their mom who seems to think she's the queen of England. Although, if I'm being honest, if that woman sticks up her tiny little nose at me I probably would have a few choice words for her and her ridiculously overkill dresses. 

But, other than that, the twins have been giving me a crash course in all things royal. It took Dom all of fifteen minutes to figure out I'm not the best student and trying to make me study territories and treaties was painful to my brain and, as a coping mechanism, I would make sure my whining would be equally as painful for his brain. Some may call it juvenile, I would call it "I spend my life running around a basement and don't need to know how to develop a proper studying routine and probably never will".  However, in those fifteen minutes, I did learn about the pack alliance. Apparently, some old guy with a big ego decided that, as a way to combat the attacks from the Others as well as protect against potential attacks from other supernaturals (The fairies are much nastier than fairy tales led you to believe), he would unite as many willing packs as possible under the one alliance and called himself the King Alpha or the chief alpha, basically anything that gave him authority over the other alpha's who joined the alliance. Eventually, any pack on the continent who didn't join the alliance was taken by force or, he challenged their alphas and then assimilated the pack into the larger one which, since it was the most powerful of the packs, was called the Blood Moon, which is the most magical of the phases of the moon. You guessed it, the guy was the twin's great-great-something- uncle (Why not grandfather? I asked the same thing. Something about an STD and inability to have kids. I stopped listening at "Chlamydia"). Coincidentally, that group of people who watched me walk the aisle to my death sentence? Those were the current representatives for the packs of the alliance. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.