Chapter 15: Your Build-Up

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Warning: This will be where the smut takes place and it's a little kinky. Or a lot kinky depending on what is a lot of little to you. Point being, viewer discretion is advised. *Note: The POV will change in the middle. (I advise you to wait until chapter 17 if you wish to skip this part. I will try to be quick about it)

Isaiah's POV

I did not see this coming. I didn't think I wanted this to happen until he started speaking on my bed. Begging me to take him. My wolf is urging me to go through with it. Still, I've had years of practicing my control and my wolf is a lot more reasonable than your typical shifter wolf, so it can see my hesitation is warranted, no matter how much I want to take advantage of the offer in every way I can.

"Mark, this is the most flattering Hong anyone has ever done for me. Yes, it wouldn't have worked for anyone but us because of what we had gone through, but...do you even remember clearly what we went through? All the humiliation you must be feeling from your wolfs natural instinct to submit. That's not you though thats a natural reflex. A habit from genetics. A-"I was looking for a another way of describing it, but he interrupts my thought.

"I know why you'd say that. Honestly, those moments do embarrass me to no end, but they proved to me how wrong I was in my views. I had a terrible point of view of Omegas and I never realized that I never went through true humiliation. What I was imagining wasn't true humiliation. I thought I was gonna be better than them once I curved those instincts, but seeing through my wolfs eyes, I could only see happiness and what I thought was ignorance when they first hit me, turned out to be a beautiful outlook of what we are", he explains. "I needed that humiliation. I-I...you know what the root word for humiliation is?"

"Humility", I answer without a single hint of hesitation. I want to argue that he had valid points regarding views of Omega, that he shouldn't blame himself for wanting to protect himself from being seen as the stereotypes that they are. Yet, seeing his appreciation for his self, even with all the embarrassment coming with it, I can't bare to try to defend a view he wants to throw away. What is more, even if he did it for a different reason than what the result is now, he is a living example of breaking the stereotype. Whether it is luck in genetics or hard work or a combination of both, he is far from what we perceive is normal for an Omega, just the same as how I don't fit the mold of an Alpha. I couldn't be more proud of him.

With a nod, he says,"Humility. I needed a healthy dose of it to curb the real problem, my view of my fellow Omega. Looking at them nowadays, I see that, while yes, they fit the idea of what an Omega is. Skinny, pretty, and at times, even weak, they have fulfilled different aspects now that I been paying attention. Some are snarky bastards, not letting anyone pass them by without recognizing who they are. Others are gentle, even in the face of adversity and abuse, withholding any hurt and only seeking others happiness with a strength inside that I could only wish I had. Others seek to break the mold as well, without changing completely who they are out of fear of being found out. They are proud to be Omega while they help lift construction equipment, lifting weights, being intimidating, and being sexy in all the ways a person could be. Not just the femininity, but the masculinity and everything in-between and outside of it. That's our pack, and I want to be..just. Like. Them."

Pride exerts from me as I watch this sexy son of a gun on all fours still while managing to make me take him seriously. It fades with that thought, but for the moment, he forced me to look at him and take what he had to say in, without any doubt that he meant every word. Still, there is but one thing he needs to do, before I finally let go.

"What does it have to do with me? Why do you choose me of all people? You could have anyone you want. Why am I so special?", I ask, letting every insecurity I have show, so that I can attain what I really need. Closure. An answer. Just please let that answer not be 'because we are mates'.

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