I Am Me (Book One): Weakness

Chapter One: Your Alpha

Isaiah's POV

Hi, I'm-

"Isaiah!!!", called my mother, Luna Rocky. Yes, Rocky, nickname for Raquel. As she so stole my thunder, I am Isaiah. Isaiah Lovelock. Yeah, quite the badass name right? I didn't choose it, my forefathers did. Originally, out line would've been Arogan, but somewhere down the line, one of my grandfathers, don't ask which, thought it would be romantic let the Luna change our surname. Still, I am indeed your alpha...heir, that is.

Look, don't even bother expecting me to be your typical romantic archetype. I'm no hero. I'm not your muscle-bound, testosterone-filled, panty dropping alpha male. I am a nerd. I am an outcast. I am invisible. I am a hermit. I am a social failure. I am unfit to be alpha. Alpha Nero Lovelock, my father says otherwise. Oh no, he doesn't say I am any of what I listed. He thinks I could be though if I put in the effort, and granted, he is right. Here's the deal, I don't want to be Alpha. I want no part of this inheritance. I'm a screw up, from the days of being in diapers, I was destined for greatness....great messes. When I learned to crawl, I crawled under my mother with the laundry full of clothes outside. I was in human form and was the one who caught her. Babies can't catch if that weren't apparent to you. Don't believe me? I learned to shift when I was five. Pretty impressive since most wolves shift when they hit puberty, when we start to become more in tune with your wolves and I was nowhere near puberty, just very aware of my wolf. How does that make me a screw up? Well, I was a much smaller pup since I was underdeveloped at the time, meaning when they lost me, they couldn't find me until I was brought back by the Alpha of a Mountain Lion. We don't live anywhere near the mountains. I have been gone for over a month, not thinking to perhaps use my most to follow the scent back home until I was too far away to catch their scent. The Alpha made that little detail apparent to me on my way home. I'd go on, but we'd be here all day. 

My mother says I should cut myself some slack, but who am I kidding. I'm worthless. I am a disappointment and I don't want to change. You heard me right, I don't want them to be proud of me. No, what I mean is...ugh, I want them to be proud of the accomplishments I want to make, not what they expect me to make. It's hard, but I'm an only child and I didn't get my stubbornness out of nowhere. My parents refuse to have anymore children. How they succeed, I don't know and I don't care. Our lineages position is on the line, but I don't care. I want to be me. If they want someone from our line, they should ask my uncle to have his son take my place. I've made that suggestion before too. The Alpha would not here of it. So I'm stuck. 

Enough of that, we all know why you're here. My mate? Where's my mate? I should be approaching the age of maturity, where my hormones calm and I may focus my wolf senses through all the smells and catch their scent. Well....here's the thing...uh, I, um...kind of knew who my mate was since I was five? When my parents told the pack doctor, he relayed it to some genius who has a theory about young pups as young as birth recognizing their mates. Something to do with the connection between wolves or something. Now-Hold on, hold on....he doesn't know it yet. It might seem like a no brainer to tell them, but here's the thing, I have told my teacher once about it and they didn't believe me at all. The only reason my parents believed me has to do with the abnormality of my wolf having arisen whenever i was five and at the time, they were on high alert in seeing any side-effects from that ordeal. So, yeah, not making a fool of myself until he comes of age. Then, I will confront him.

Another thing, he is an Omega, and not your typical one. You see, where I am your strange alpha who isn't popular, doesn't socialize, and all that, he is a very popular Omega. No one even knows he's an Omega. His brother is a Gamma, and ever since he hit puberty, his heats have been hitting him harder than ever, so his scent is.....potent. He doesn't know why, but I do. It's his wolf, sensing me, begging mine to go to him, to take him, to....ravage him in every defiling way you can imagine. Like I said though, everyone's hormones, except mine, are what blind them to the connection of their wolves and prior to that, children aren't developed enough to recognize their wolves. 

I'm off-track here. Right, my Omega. So, he hides his scent with his brothers scent. Given that they are brothers, they have very similar scents, and again, the distracting hormones can fool your average teenage wolf into not deciphering a difference between your peers vs say an adult or child. He prefers they mistake his nature. Unlike your average Omega, he is very muscular. He is very assertive and entirely cool and collected, never bending to anyone's will. So he fits the mold of a Gamma quite nicely, and I in fact, have heard him saying he wishes he were one. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. I wouldn't see him that way no matter how muscular, skinny, or even fat, but the mates thing might have that contribution. Anyways, so, yeah, he's popular, a 'Gamma' as far as anyone is concerned, and popular with the ladies and gentlemen. That really irks my wolf, though the little bastard wouldn't do a thing about it since the incident when I was five scared him into never coming back out. So, yeah, I can't shift, either. Another thing to put on my list of failures. Anyways, now you know who I am. Now you know who he is.

So, to be respectable, Welcome to the Advay Pack.