Alpha Omega

Man with a Plan

Dom P.O.V

I barrel my way out of the Dome Garden, walking off the path to the woods in a near blind rage. I barely remember to take my clothes off, not bothering to find a clothes chest to store them in before I shift and sprint out into the woods. 

In all my life, in everything I've read or studied or heard about mates, nothing has could have prepared me for how infuriating my mate could be. Not only do I have to wait a month before I can claim her, but the very attitude that's preventing me from claiming her, she hasn't even tried to reign in! She made a few valid points, especially about the evolution of being an Omega, and it was enough to remind me why I struck the one-month trial deal, why she'd make an amazing Luna. But she had to ruin it by mouthing off at my Mother and antagonizing my father. 

If I'm honest, Kiya was right, I wanted to punch my father square in the jaw when every time he opened his mouth and spoke down to my mate, but I couldn't because her retaliation did nothing but prove that he's right! How am I suppose to have my pack accept a Luna Omega who acts like a pissed off kid with a substantial knowledge of swear words? The same goes for my mother. I was ready to answer my mother on behalf of Kiya and explain how Kiya is perfectly literate and that I'm teaching her proper etiquette when Kiya just runs her mouth in a way that could cause a civil war if she spoke like that to another Luna. 

How can I accept her as Luna? She let slip that she is the reason for the death of her family, then outright refused to elaborate. She said to give her time, and I'm trying, but damn it! I'm her mate, if she can't trust me with one secret about the past, how could she expect me to trust her with time? I don't even know if, after a month, she will tell us. I'm waiting, but she seems dead set on keeping her secrets. She want's me to change, and I have. A past me would never have agreed to 'wait' so easily as I did for something like this, yet she refuses to move an inch. I know she's scared of being a Luna, of sacrificing her whole life and becoming something she never expected. At least other she-wolves would have had some idea about what being Luna means and some might have even dreamed about it, but Kiya is the opposite, never having wanted to be Luna nor seen one.I know she's scared, but she's letting that fear put a complete stop to any progress we should be making as mates instead of pushing past it like I've seen her do on all the wrong occasions, like the day she talked back to my father as she was receiving a death sentence. 

I run for what feels like hours, challenging myself to run full speed down the face of a mountain on the pack reserve and leaping over the small stream that runs the back of the house. I circle through the Zeta obstacle course, full of felled logs and holes and traps in an area the rest of the pack knows to avoid in wolf or human form. I do it all trying the chase away thoughts of my rebellious mate, but it doesn't work. What it does do, is distract me enough that I don't realize I'm being stalked until the other wolf is right on my tail. 

I abruptly spin, jaws gnashing and knock over my stalker roughly, pinning them to the ground on their back so their soft side and the underside of their neck is exposed. I'm snarling into their face waiting for them to submit when I finally catch her scent. Like the rebel she is, Kiya doesn't submit, instead, watching me with her calm brown eyes. 

I push off her, growling, and turn to leave when I feel her nip at my back leg. I turn to her and am amazed when she lowers her top half to the ground, avoiding eye contact. It's the first voluntary sign of submission I've seen from Kiya. Any other time she submits, it's because Ty or I forced her to, and even that has proved a challenge for us. 

I stand over her, admiring her pure black wolf, purple when the sun hits it. It's not a natural color that would be found on a natural wolf, but werewolves have a strange mix of human and wolf DNA that makes it possible, like Cassandra's yellow-blonde wolf or my mother's silvery white fur (Not gray, she hates it when she get's accused of being gray). Lucky for us, we retain our eyes whether we are in human or wolf form, allowing us to see in color in our wolf forms and allowing us wolf vision in our human forms. I suppose the whole 'eyes are the window to the soul thing' must be true since ours never change no matter our form.