Cimarrón

Untitled Part 1

"I am the Alpha, you're the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them."

The only thing he got in response was a middle finger and an irate omega ignoring him for the night no matter what he did. That had been a real shock.

"I am the Alpha, you're the Omega. I tell you to roll over and you do it."

"I'm an Omega, not your bitch."

The second time, she had given him a look of such disdain that he felt so small. His heart had dropped as he watched her walk away with those words.

"I am the Alpha. I will take care of you and you sit there and look pretty."

"I'm an Omega, not your little songbird. I'll sock you in the face and you leave me alone."

He had walked away from that encounter with a bloody nose and bruised pride. His cousins had laughed at him and so did the other Wollarian Tikbalang. He most likely wouldn't ever live that down.

"I am an Alpha-"

"Why are you like this? haven't you bothered me enough?"

"I am sorry. I want to start over. Please give me a chance."

He had had his sights set on the bubblegum-haired beauty whom he had grown up with but this was harder than it looked. Childhood friend or not, it was a difficult task.

Growing up entitled, Ysra thought getting a mate would be easy but it was obvious now that it was not. He had expected the omega to be at his mercy like he believed omegas should be. He had expected her to swoon and agree to his statement like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But she didn't. Her silver tongue and sharp jabs at everything he thought he knew frightened him. She rebutted him whenever he tried to assert dominance. She carried herself with respect he only hoped to achieve. She wouldn't allow herself to stoop low for some alpha.

Omegas were to be subservient. Omegas should not have that much power. Omegas shouldn't make his heart race when he saw them across the dance floor in their beautiful gown or suit. Omegas shouldn't be snake-tongued and ready to fight an alpha's thoughts. Omegas shouldn't refuse an alpha's wishes.

But she did. The power she commanded under that soft smile and polite curtsy made a shiver run down his spine. She was not someone that he wanted to anger nor disrespect. She gave him the impression that she could tear him in half.

Her father was even scarier though he was only a big name due to the war. Even if the women were more powerful, the patron of the Kabayong Simarrón clan was frightening alone. His name caused shivers to go down most spines and sent the lesser races fleeing.

Elijah Kabayong Simarrón was a well-known warhorse with a reputation of stamping his victims to death should they anger him. He had a reputation as the most unforgiving of all the Tikbalang clan members in the war. The man was not someone Ysra wanted to mess with. Especially not with the fact that it was his daughter Ysra wanted to court. The old general would most likely beat him half to death with his on arm if he even tried to harm the omega, physically or mentally.

Ysra conjured the image of Elijah in his head. His black muzzle scowling as his nostrils flared in a silent threat. The greatsword bearing the mighty clan's crest was at his hip, sheathed as if waiting to draw and taste blood. He wielded the thing like a toy. With his broad shoulders pulled back and fists clenched, he was a nightmare already. The cape that the clan was so fond of completed the image.

Ysra shuddered at the thought of being on the receiving end of that fabled wrath. He would very much like to stay alive. Not even the king would not compete with the Elijah's fury if it came to it. Not even Pandoi could stand against the mad horse without forcefully taming him. It was terrifying but also enchanting in a way.

Actually the whole Kabayong Simarrón clan was kind of horrifying but also enticing. Ysra couldn't help but think it was interesting how an entire clan could capture his attention. He was just drawn to it. They had dark skin, dark fur and natural rose gold hair. Their clothing, little more than a cape and bracers, was a midnight and violet. The cape shimmered when they walked, concealing scabbards and scythes. The bowmen were more obvious and the mages hidden among the normal ranks. They all had that otherworldly allure that drew everyone in and not even other clans had that. He could swear they had Engkanto blood, every one of them.

He couldn't help falling for members of that clan though a majority were alphas or betas and could break him. There was also the fact that betas and alphas went for those who could give them children. Everyone went for omegas or women. They could at least prove worthy raising a child.

Now the beauty he was looking at was of a terrible kind. Hunter was stunning in her navy gown that reminded him of the night sky. Her pink hair gave her a contrast as it whirled around her while she danced. White horse ears twitched every now and again to the beat of the orchestra. Her red eyes were captivating even though she looked at her dance partner and not him, dark skin damp with sweat. All in all she was hypnotic. It was as if a full-blooded Engkanto or Succubus of the After was pretending to be a Tikbalang in half form.

He approached in silence as she finished up dancing with another. Her hooves tapped against the floor, a metallic clang meaning she had shoes on. She twirled and he stepped in to continue the dance with her, holding her waist and hand. She smiled at him, eyes fluttering in an almost seductive manner though she appeared wary. They stepped into a comfortable routine, making light conversation.

Like all Tikbalang, she was strong but her vulnerability was what made her desirable to Alphas. A Tikbalang with female form made her one of the more rare, fertile, and thus most sought after. Being omega, she was an even better candidate for a mate. It was a pity her clan was a lesser clan in Lemuria. She could have been a powerful individual.

He couldn't help but feel a bit possessive though he had no right to be. She must have had plenty of suitors from different seats in Lemuria. She'd more likely go for the female alphas to increase her own power. After all, in the courts it was all political and her clan was not very high on the hierarchy.

It was impressive, in his opinion, that she wasn't claimed yet. She was beautiful. Hunter's informal manner of speech intrigued him, drawing him in like moths to a flame. He supposed all Wollarian clans spoke like that. He wouldn't be able to tell seeing as he made his home in Lemuria with his mother. Nobility had no reason to go to Wollaria. The only exception were the more respected Tikbalang clans who acted as guardians.

He learned as they danced.

She was a they. They didn't like it when anyone called them she. It was too much on Wollaria and they trusted few not to take advantage. Their mother was a shapeshifter from Aether and they had inherited their half form from her.

He was quick to change the pronouns he used with them and took joy in seeing them smile. It was a step in the right direction. He wanted to see that smile more. He wanted to be the one to make them happy and make them smile.

They parted once the song ended. He rejoined his mother's side, feeling the heat of her glare that asked what he was doing without an words. He didn't mind the look, watching Hunter ask a young Kapre boy to dance with them. He felt a bit envious of the servant boy. Nobility shouldn't be

"What is she doing?" His mother scoffed. "Even lesser nobility should not mingle with the poor, much less the skeleton key. My word, nobility has fallen so far. I blame the fact that she is Tikbalang. Bloody horse-men have no place in such high power."

He smiled and agreed as she rambled. There was no arguing with his mother. Not while she was almost sweating disdain for them. He smiled as he watched them slow dance across the floor to the music until the ruler Pandoi stood to give a speech. He wished that were him dancing the night away with them, the princess.

Who would have thought a lowly lord such as he had a chance with one of the most respected and powerful individuals in Lemuria?