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*****3 years later*****

The alarm blared in my ears. My small mate curled up next to me, and he smelt so sweet. He snuck in here again despite being yelled at by my father.

I pressed the pestering sound off and groggily cuddled back to my mate. His blonde hair was getting long and was shoulder length. It was soft and shiny to boot. He smelt so good, and before I knew it, my wolf growled, and I could feel my fangs protrude and my eyes shift. He was trying to take over. My nose dug into the back of his neck.

"Nico, stop it!" My little mate grumbled. I temporarily lost control and bit down on the side of his neck.

"Ouch! stop!" He whined, grabbing his neck and ripping away from me. I quickly gained back control and pulled my hand over my mouth. Xenos sat up and looked at me, whimpering.

"I'm sorry," I said. As I went to comfort him, he moved away from me.

"Why did you bite me?" He barked.

"Xenos, I'm sorry," I stated.

"It hurts, you know!?" He shouted. I could tell he was angry about it and that it must have hurt.

"I know... Now come back to bed... I'm sorry." I said again. He glared at me and shook his head, standing beside the bed. I sighed, pulling him down next to me.

My mate will be ten years old in two days and thus full of attitude. His scent is growing along with his body somehow, which is concerning. I am afraid of what will happen if it becomes unbearable. I also am relatively ignorant of Omegas and the importance of their roles in the pack. Looking at him now, I noticed he started to seem increasingly frustrated with me. Or maybe he was frustrated with our situation. I was unsure.

With Xenos's apparent disdain for what happened, I decided to pull myself out of bed and started dressing. I could feel his stares but agreed to pay them no mind.

"Nico, when I'm older, will I look like you?" I heard him ask.

"What do you mean?"

"You're strong with big muscles." He laughed.

"Thanks, pup. I'm sure you can. I looked better now. Even though all I do is eat, sleep, and stay with you." I smiled. My mate giggled. I walked over to him and hugged him. I sighed and let go, then walked downstairs.

No one was home. My mom and dad had been dealing with the rogues invading our and neighboring pack's territories. They've formed a pack, so a turf war of sorts has begun to unfold.

I walked into the kitchen, and my father's Beta sat reading the newspaper at the table. He glanced up at me, then back down to the paper.

"Morning, Nico. Your lunch is in the fridge. I saw that pup snuck into your room again." I froze and looked at him.

"Yeah? So what?" I said, walking to the fridge and opening it.

"Nico, He's still a kid and an Omega at that. He can't control how strong his scent is yet. I see the bite bruises on his shoulder and neck more and more lately. I also understand your having more and more issues controlling your wolf because of his smell. He's too young to be marked and mated. Do you understand?" I looked over at the serious frowning Beta. His long black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, giving way to the deep grooves across his forehead as he frowned at me.

"I have no urge to mate him. I haven't at all since seeing how old he was. I promise but Mark, can you please explain this more to me? I... I don't want to hurt him, but he's the first Omega I've met, and his scent is almost unbearable. So, like, what's the deal with them? No one will talk to me; they expect me to stay away from him. I also noticed many people seem to be attracted to his scent? Is he even my mate? Uhh, I'm so frustrated." I said, plopping down hard in the wooden chair. Mark sighed and folded the newspaper, then leaned back in his chair.