The Omega's Mate?

Chapter 71: August's POV

This year the turn out of other Alpha's was more significant this time around. Last year several Alpha's had skipped due to me being an Omega. This year it was mandatory for all Alpha's to attend because we presented the new National Pack Law for Equality for Omega's. The Supernatural Council agreed to it but explained that they would have to have a few years to completely adjust to the rules. Some packs were already on track for a change, just like ours. Since Harman became the official Luna of his pack, they passed several pack laws to ensure Omega's safety, and their pack adjusted well enough.

When it was announced, all hell broke loose. Alexandre held his ground, telling them that their pack would be deemed a Rogue pack and an enemy to the Supernatural Council if they did not adjust to the Law. Of course, the older Alpha's once again began to challenge him. He accepted them, saying that they could very well fight him on the designated day for challenges. Alexandre wasn't challenged last year, but he never let his guard down and continued training his body for any and everything.

His body had matured, no longer holding the boyish look he had when we first mated. I didn't worry about him this time around, knowing he would quickly take down the old prejudice Alpha's. He told them it was time to stop living in the dark ages and to start treating Omega's like they were one of our own. They could do many great things, using Harman and me as an example. We may not have been strong, but we were able to suggest great ideas for our packs. Our packs loved our calm and shy demeanors. I had blessed more children this year than I had my first year of being Luna of our pack. I had also proved that I was smarter than Alexandre in several instances.

We also presented Presley. He felt the other Alpha's, still feeling their pheromones; he let out a small growl. His wolf's ears poked out of his head, and his talons clawed into Alexandre's arms. It shocked everyone because he partially transformed right in front of their eyes, and he wasn't even a year old yet. Wolves usually shifted at the age of five and up. The stronger the wolf, the earlier they shifted. Alexandre released his dominating pheromones calming Presley down.

After that, people remained quiet, not fighting back with what Alexandre had to say about Omega's. Unsure of what to say or do.

"I thought Alpha Camden was about to shit his pants when Presley almost shifted." Aasira laughed, wrapping her arm around Brantley, they were still trying for a pup, and it still wasn't going well. I felt terrible for them; Brantley told me they knew it would be more challenging, and it may take longer than a typical Alpha pairing.

"I don't think he was the only one." Abram wrapped his arm protectively around Harman, who told me when they arrived that he was three months along with a pup. I was so excited for him, knowing how much he would spoil that baby with love.

"Presley just barely started walking, and he's over here trying to transform already. You're going to have your hands full sooner rather than later." Brantley said, running his fingers through Presley's hair.

"Don't remind me. He's already starting to become a little rebel." I chuckled; Alexandre rubbed his thumb over my palm.

"I think it's great that he's already showing how powerful he'll be. Maybe our baby will be just as strong." Harman rubbed his hand over his small stomach.

"Maybe." Abram hummed, kissing the top of Harman's head.

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(4 years old)

"Presley, get your tail over here!" I yelled out for the toddler who had shifted, running around the gardens of the packhouse. Presley yipped, running further from my grasp.

"Presley Reid, if you don't listen-" I was cut off when he ran into someone who was carrying boxes to the entrance of the packhouse. The person was knocked to the ground, dropping their stuff on the floor. I cringed at the sound of glass breaking. I huffed angrily, marching up to Presley, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, Lucille." I held my hand out for her to grab.

"It's okay. I have my own rambunctious pups at home." She got up by herself, ignoring my hand. "Plus, young Alpha Presley needs to mind his mama before the big ugly Rogue who eats bad pups comes alone." She wagged her finger at Presley, making him cower away from her. I bit my lip, wanting to laugh, knowing her story was made up. Presley had always been told what a Rogue was and what they could do. Making him scared of them.

"We can replace whatever broke. I'm so sorry." I apologized again.

"It was going to be broken anyway. We're making glass art with the older pups in the packhouse. I was just collecting items and taking them back. Don't stress about it, Luna. It can't be good for your pup anyhow." She said, hoisting the box back up in her hands. "Speaking of, how have you been?"

"Fine, Alexandre's obviously happy to find out the gender of the baby. I have a feeling this little one's a boy too." I patted my round belly.

"Oh, I'm excited to hear!" She chirped. "Well, I have to get back to it. I'll talk to you later!" Lucille nodded at me. "And be good for your mama." She told Presley again.

I sat Presley down on the ground, "You better shift, young man." He did as I asked and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "Nope, it's not going to work on me this time. We're going to see your daddy; he'll be the one to punish you." I draped my jacket around Presley, covering him up. I grabbed his hand, walking into the packhouse.

"But mama," He whined.

"Nope, you ran away from me. You know I can't run after you as a wolf anymore. If you wanted to shift, you should have waited for daddy to come home. Mommy's tummy is too big now." I responded, frowning at him.

"I'm sorry, mama." Presley pouted, stomping his feet, keeping up with me.

"We're still going to daddy," I responded. He huffed in response.

I knocked gently on the office door, opening it, not waiting for a response. Alexandre was on the phone with someone. I pointed for Presley to sit in the chair across from his dad. He crossed his arms, scrunching his face up, stomping his way over to the chair. Alexandre raised his brown and looked down at our son.

After a few moments, he finally ended his call and sat down across from Presley. "So what brings you here today, Presley?" His voice was calm.

"I shifted and ran away from mommy," Presley said guiltily.

"You know you're not supposed to do that, Presley. Mommy can't run right now. His belly is too big." Alexandre clasped his hands together.

"But mommy won't run with me anymore after my brother or sister is here." Tears pooled in Presley's eyes.

"What makes you think that, baby?" I frowned.

"Because Jessie said his daddy doesn't go out with him anymore since his brother came." He responded. "I just want to run with mommy."

"You can always come with me in the morning, pup."

"It's not the same daddy. Mommy is funner; he takes me to the lake and lets me splash around. He also cleans my fur out when I'm dirty. I like going with mommy." Tears began falling from his eyes. "All daddy does is pee on tree's and scratches them like a cat."

"Well, daddy has to pee on the tree's baby; it's what makes our home safe." Alexandre tried holding a straight face.

"I'll have to wait until after we have this baby before I can go on runs with you again," I replied to him, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm sure daddy won't mind taking care of the baby for a little bit so we can spend some time together." I gently smiled at him.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind." Alexandre got out of his chair, placing his hand on the top of Presley's head. "Now, you're going to apologize to your mom and give him a hug." He said sternly.

"I'm sorry, mommy." Presley hopped out of the chair and hugged my legs.

"I accept your apology. Next time don't run away from me."

"Yes, mommy." He rubbed face on my legs, scenting me.