Louis is the first born Omega in centuries and he doesn’t know this, an important fact. Johanna, Louis mother keeps him ignorant to his status in the wolf world and makes him believe that he’s a regular wolf. She’s scared of the Alphas that may rape and mate her son for the power he possess. She finds it hard to accept herself and her son into a pack but when he’s fed up with moving she settles down. They found themselves in the lovely state of Michigan with one of the most respected packs in the world. Louis life starts to change in ways he would have never believed. No one has to tell him that he’s an omega, not his mother, not Alphas, no one. He found out himself when he found a book in a library at the age of 13. It was a book about Omegas and Louis loved the idea and wanted to read it. Louis wasn’t stupid, he was able to put the pieces together, especially when he went into heat at the age of 15. With Johanna’s plans of Louis not knowing spoilt she teaches him as much as she can about who he is and why she’s wary of Alphas. Louis understands her fears but knows that without a pack he and his mother are in danger of becoming rogue. When Louis and his mother settle down he tries to fit in. Tries to make a few friends and make his way into the pack their. To be accepted. There’s no way to tell that Louis is an Omega unless you were his mother, father, or an Alpha. Harry notices Louis before he’s even met him, smells him in the hallway, in the classrooms, on the seats. Harry doesn't know what the smell is. He just knows that it’s delicious and makes him weak in the knees. He needs to find the source of the smell before he goes crazy, but the way he finds the tiny Omega may make Harry crazy with anger. Cover made by: @PeterLou

Louis acude a su mejor amigo cada vez que necesita ayuda con su celo. Harry definitivamente no está enamorado de él.

La incertidumbre de su naturaleza lo torturó hasta los quince años. Quería ser beta; la vida lo hizo omega. Y ahí fue donde todo cambió. Todo empezó. Inconformista, rebelde y poseedor de una fragancia que no cualquier alfa podría desear. Louis Tomlinson era distinto y el mundo parecía no estar listo para aceptarlo. Él tampoco pretendía hacerlo. Sin embargo, Harry Styles jamás pudo opinar lo mismo. Instinto, piel, aroma y sabores que sólo podían experimentar cuando estaban juntos; cuando estaban en celo. La historia de una vida donde la sociedad se divide en una jerarquía de condición animal. "En rut".

"¿Qué hacemos con él, capitán?" Liam pregunta, acusando al chico arrodillado entre sus pies con la punta de la bota. El chico sisea y lo golpea, murmurando algo que no se entiende gracias a la improvisada mordaza que Niall le tuvo que poner en la boca. Harry lo mira hacia abajo, la manera que el sol ilumina su cara y hombros, la manera que la mordaza aprieta su boca, sus labios rosas y resecos. Él es pequeño y lindo, manchado con suciedad. Ellos lo encontraron atado debajo de una cubierta, casi inconsciente, al lado de un barril lleno de oro. Es claramente un prisionero, pero hay algo familiar en él, algo que preocupa un poco al cerebro de Harry. Algo que no puede evitar pensar. "Pónganlo en mi cabina," Harry decide, dándose vuelta para tratar con el resto del botín. El chico grita maldiciones a la espalda de Harry, apagadas por la mordaza que tiene en la boca, y Harry no puede entender nada de lo que dice. Todos los derechos a whoknows en ao3. Link original: archiveofourown.org/works/5677141?view_full_work=true