When Alpha Created Omega

My claim

I quickly learned a few things about this sensitive sub. Servant. One his actual name is Kent, and he's only here tell the end of the event then he will be going home with his pack.

Two Kent's apparently not the only sensitive wolf around here. My black tank top is no longer a tight fit to my body. It gives a nice view of my chest to anyone my height or taller than me.

My messy hair and unkept appearance was met with very nasty glares and whispered threats as Kent yank's my body down hallways. Passing other unmated female's room's on the way to the Breakfast hall.

The room was more than beautiful and more then anything I could ever had expected. It looked more like a wedding reception then a place to eat breakfast. To my dismay though there was no raw meet to be found. Only piles of fresh human breakfast food. Stacked and placed nicely on the elegant table's.

I snatch up a granola bar and call it a day. I'm not ready to be surrounded by all them female's staring at me like I don't belong......

Soon I find myself being scrubbed head to toe. Groomed to what Kent call's "perfection" I let him make all the decisions in my clothing for dinner and for the dance later on. I can feel my ears start to ring as Kent talk's my ear's off with his persistent "advice"

As Kent yank's on my head for the millionths time I can't help but think about what string did my Father exactly pull to get me here. It's obvious everyone here is all ready settled in....may even all ready be acquainted with each other.

When Kent was dragging me down this way and that passing by the open sitting areas the stares were less than curious. It was like they were being forced to tolerate the wild animal in the clean home. With my disheveled and unclean look from traveling none stop to get here that's precisely what I ended up looking like.

If I thought I would have anytime to myself before this so-called dinner then that was just a joke. My hours were spent being coached by Kent on what to do and what not to do.

I have the feeling how I act tonight will be a reflection on Kent's behalf, or He would at least suffer a bit if I didn't preform well around the Nontraditional. For the most part, I tune the little Submissive out. When I find my Alpha, me and him will high tail it right out of here to my pack.

It's so irresponsible for my Father to leave it for so long even if my brother just became a so-called "man" in his eyes. He's never lead the front, only matter of time before all hell break's loose.

My body follow's Kent's instructs to change clothes like I'm running on. Default. Which wouldn't be so shocking at this point if I really am running on default. Stress and misery of being alone for so long combined with the pressure to prove myself.......is soul crushing.

Kent tell's me that the so-called dinner will be held outside and if I needed any time to myself that he can lead me there before it starts and lets me walk the rest of the small path by myself.

That's not really what I was looking for when I suggested he could leave, but I guess I have no choice but to take what I can get.

He dresses me in a nice modest white dress, that flows down past my knees. It comes with a small lace petite coat and small matching white lace umbrella. He said my hair has a natural bounce to it, so he was just going to keep it down and my face natural.

Time fly's by, and I'm walking extremely slowly down the path to the dinner. Twirling the umbrella around nervously. I can't help but to drag my feet. The female's already showed me a warning to how nasty they really wanted to be.

How would their males be? Just as nasty? It's not so much of a sudden realization and more of a dawning realization now that I may really have to fight my mate tonight.

He may not want to leave these decorated box's they call home. Or leave behind the disgusting human food. If he's an Alpha like me, it's way more of a possibility than if he's a beta.

I won't even bother to think about what I would do if he was a lower rank then beta..... it's just not possible.

I can hear a male's voice down the path booming like he's on a microphone. As I finally make my way closer. It should have been a 5minute walk at best but me being me made it at least 15.

I approach the clearing and see many wolf's sitting at tables in white plastic chairs staring intently to the front of them. I quickly hide behind a tree when I realize just how late I really am.

The suns dim out but not completely bright, just starting to set in the distance. I can't really see the male that's speaking, but I can hear him clearly now.

" So then after we finish eating here all the unmated females will finally get their chance to mingle with the potential males."

I notice as he's shouting out instructions that's only un-mated female's and their parents are attending this dinner. I try to sniff out my Father, but his scent is nowhere to be found.

I try to tune back into what the loud man has to say.

" -and after so many complaints about the female to male ratio problem we made sure to make sure even the servant staff that will be catering to you all tonight will also be un-mated as well!"

He said his small speech with such excitement and was meet with the eagerness of a dead dog. No wonder all the females were glaring at me.

Father probably was able to push me in last minute because of what I am. So to them, I was just lowering what they see as there rightfully chance to find a mate even lower.

I rush back into my room and find Kent's sassy ass flipping through some fashion magazine. I was so ready to belt out angry frustrated obscenities at him.

Knowing that wasn't going to help...and I needed his help. I bit my bottom lip and looked down and nervously rubbed my hands together like I was trying to start a fire.

"Sooooooo......can...you, Please help me with more of them...pointer's?"

It comes out so slow in awkward that by the time I'm done I have his full attention. His full eat shit grin attention.

All he said was" You only had to ask love, you only ever had to ask."

Before I could question his choice of words the Kent that was making me his personal Barbie doll was back for revenge.

"Make sure when you see your Alpha you lower your eyes down even just slightly don't need to cause a spetical....just because he won't be traditional doesn't mean he won't be an Alpha." Kent looks like he wants to continue lecturing me, but instead he takes a step back and stares at me.

He stares at me like I'm his personal art project, he's hoping to get that A+ for. And dammit he should get that A+ praise. He had hours to work on me and a few hours more than the rest of the female's.

If anything I should have the advantage and I just don't feel like it anymore. All the excitement I felt at the very beginning of this hectic circus is drained away.

When Kent spin's me around in the full-body mirror to get a look of myself I feel nothing, but I feel it would be better not to offend him, so I give him my best smile.

The dress fit's me perfectly, All most like it was tailor-made. Shows off my shapely hips and has a V-neck dip showing off just the right amount of cleavage. He painted my lips scarlet red and picked dark eye shadow to make my eyes stand out.

I look as if I'm glowing in this beautiful dress, but I feel like I barely have it in me to go to that dance. Every big moment Recently has been humiliating, and I continue to learn I'm one step behind everyone.

I can only hope....
I can only wish...
That tonight I'll find that missing part of myself.

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