Loyalty to the Pack: Seed Brothers x Reader

Chapter 1: The Baptism

Church bells rang as peggies ran around the compound like chickens with their heads cut off. There were only a few short hours before the annual baptisms would commence and the Project at Eden's Gate would welcome these people with open arms. You were one of them, all of your family already apart of the church and the pack.

What most people didn't know about the cult was that every peggy and Seed was a werewolf. The mythical creature that people of Europe in the fifteenth century feared, it was all too real. But, they didn't do such things as eat the hearts of children or coil in fear at the thought of silver. They simply stayed in their compounds and didn't commune with the world outside the pack until the collapse began. Then people would line up for saving, werewolf or not. At least that's what Joseph Seed and his ever-devoted followers believed.

When you turned eighteen in the pack, you were baptized into the church by the head Alpha, the Father, Joseph Seed. Then you were cleansed by John, who wrote your sins on your flesh and ripped it off in order to clean your soul. People have told you it was a painful, but beautiful process. The sins would always carry weight, like a sick mark of John. Showing he was your savior in some sort of twisted way.

After the baptism you were given a mate, if you were a Beta, the most common and average dynamic, you were mated to another Beta. If you were an Alpha, you were given an Omega, the rarest and most gentle dynamic. This would also determine which region you would work in, John's Holland Valley, Faith's Henbane River, Jacob's Whitetail Mountains, or lastly Joseph's Compound.

You had only been to this ceremony three times before. For your triplet brothers, your sister, and lastly your best friend, Gabriel. A fellow Omega, who was then mated to an Alpha VIP and tried his best to connect with you the best he could, despite the pack not trusting in TV, internet, or phones unless they were landlines or radios.

He had recently had two twin Alpha girls and would be attending with both of them and his Alpha. You were overjoyed to see him again and then talk to him about having an Alpha. Sure, your mom was an Omega as well, but it seemed kind of awkward to talk to her about this despite her constant assurance about it being normal.

Despite being an Omega, you hadn't experienced a heat. From what you heard from Gabriel, they were painful, unless you had an Alpha. Which made you both excited and scared. Heats led to bonding and mating, the most intimate thing a werewolf could do. You had to experience it to fully understand the otherworldly connection you had with your mate. Tonight was the night you would be taken away from your family and then be mated to a random Alpha that could be the love of your life, eventually, or your worst nightmare.

Your mother knew your pain well. As she tied the strings of your pure white dress. She told you about meeting and being mated to your father, a headstrong and stubborn Alpha. He was basically the stereotype of an Alpha. "He was the most irritable man, (Y/N). The only sound I could get out of him was the occasional grunt when I asked a question. I just hope you end up with someone easier to deal with." She stated as she finished the tying. She turned you around and tears began to well up in her (e/c) eyes.

"I can't believe you grew up so quickly. I can still remember when you were younger, chasing Lexi around the orchard. You seemed so small and innocent and now you're a full-grown Omega ready to have a mate and then give me grandpups." You smacked her at the word pups. A blush began to creep up your (s/c) cheeks. Just the word pups sent your mind into overdrive, children were everything to an Omega. They longed to have pups and raise them, that was an Omega's purpose. To be a mother.

Lexi, by the way, was your family's judge. As she grew older, Jacob didn't see a use for her, so your dad decided to take her in. She was practically your second best friend growing up acting like a guardian of sorts while you played. Now, she prefers belly rubs and day-long naps on your dad's lap, despite how big she was.