The Archer: Lost Omegas Book 1

Journey

DEIMOS

The camp was packed and the eleven groups headed out before the sun rose. Deimos was riding down the procession of men in his group heading towards the Raposo King's village of Siwili. He counted forty Raposo and over a hundred Lobo. The Commander had initially not wanted so many Lobo heading into Siwili, but Laran would accept no argument. His eyes scanned for his archer woman, finding her near the back, partially slumped over her horse. He could not see her face, as all the Raposo had donned their fox masks for the journey. He did not understand this practice. Seemed like a stupid move to cover any part of your face that could hinder your eyesight.

She had fabric wraps on both forearms, but her upper arms were bare, the skin pale under her black and grey warrior Marks, instead of her usual golden tan. He did not like the Marks on her, it was unnatural. They were not for women. They were for alphas, ones that proven themselves in battle. Not even beta Lobos could wear the Marks of a warrior. Yet, these weak southerners gave Marks to women- omegas no less. They had tainted the dynamics: women over men, omegas over alphas, betas mating with omegas. It certainly is what caused the weakness in their alphas. Corrupting their alpha dominant power and suppressing the omega submission that fed that power. The Raposo with their large, overcrowded villages- hundreds upon hundreds- had produced not even a thousand capable soldiers to make up the Skulk. Their alphas were so weak that female betas and omegas had been chosen as soldiers over them. The weakness in their alphas was disgusting to Deimos.

He didn't understand why the Serpe had not annihilated them years ago. Or why the eastern Oso tribes had not traveled south and conquered them- their population, like the Lobo's, was dwindling without fertile omegas. Laran had anticipated that the Oso would have invaded the Raposo after being defeated by the Lobo last winter, loosing half their territory. Yet, they stayed up in the eastern mountains, seeming content to just die off.

Now here he was, riding across endless grassy hills, protecting the weakest tribe on Gaia. His alpha instincts wanted to crush these weaklings and just take what he wanted. This was the natural way of things. The strong ruled the weak. An alpha claimed his omega. A Lobo alpha knew his spirit mate by recognizing her scent and he would take her- he needed no permission. When he claimed her, if it was a true spirit pairing, his wolf mark would appear and none would be able dispute his right to his God-provided omega. The alpha would provide for her, see to her needs, and protect her and their children. She would submit to his will and dominance, bear his children, and keep his home. Simple. Natural.

Yet here he was, looking at this woman who had been given to him by the Wolf God as his long-awaited spirit mate, a direct contrast this natural order. She was fighting in an army, leading men, and covered in Marks. She denied him, challenged him, and riled his berseker. It soured his mood. He frowned as he watched her meet his eye, and narrowed hers back in challenge at him.

The Wolf God must have known she would need an exceptionally strong alpha to set her on the right path, back to her natural state and keep her there. Punish her when she is defiant or challenges her alpha. This thought lifted his spirits. He thrived on challenge. Perhaps this is why the Wolf God gave him such a female. Soon, she would be submitting to him, accepting his claim. He longed for her first heat, knotting her, planting his seed in her womb. He felt himself harden at these thoughts. He grinned at her as he shifted in his saddle and led his horse back to the front of the procession.

CYRENE

She hurt. Her shoulders. Her side. Her legs. Everything hurt. And it was all his fault. And he was accompanying his king to Siwili so she would have to look at the asshole for the three day journey. There were more Lobo with them than she would have liked. They outnumbered them three to one. It made her nervous to bring so many into the Siwili village, but she knew they were going to "collect" fifty women from their tribe's largest village.