My Tiny Little Mate

My Tiny Little Mate

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Valentine the baby of the pack the little one that every one loves and looks after. the alphas son Josie in the one that looks after him when kids picked on him or Val got a booboo he was there to kiss it batter. but at the age of 13 Josie went to alpha boot camp when Val was 10 every one in the pack thought they where mates. now 4 years latter at the age of 18 Josie's back, valentine's 14 still the little baby in the packs eyes but in Josie's eyes his well Val's his baby. Around midnight his eyes at last took shape. Shimmering blue, hair so light and a complex shun so fear, clean, beautiful and skin pile compered to his mother and father who had nice tanned skin. “His to be an omega, Nina I’m so sorry sweetie” Jamie’s cooed to his sobbing wife as she cradled her son in her arms. “Hey look at me love, he’ll be fine well look after him” James says thought his not so positive what he is saying is the truth, I mean yes they will look after their baby boy but will he be fine Out there in the pack? What will happen? What will the other pups think? Well he be lifted out? “we will be there for you baby no matter what omega or not your are baby boy, are baby Valentine ”
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Being born an alpha means you're on top of the food chain. You can challenge other alphas to take over a pack. You have amazing strength, speed, and endurance. No one looks down on you. Oliver was born in the Northern Pack. He was small as a child, also having been born small to two betas of the pack; his mother having recessive alpha genes. There were yearly parties that celebrated children turning 17. That was the age they could shift into their wolf form and find their mate. Children had the scent of their secondary gender once born, determining what they were from birth. An alpha, beta, or omega. Oliver, who had been excited since the moment he understood what being an alpha meant, was more than excited to shift into his wolf. To find his mate and fall in love. He had already been trained for fighting (all young alpha and beta children were). But the day of the party, at the stroke of midnight, was the moment Oliver's life changed forever. Oliver wasn't just an alpha. No. He was a submissive alpha. Exceedingly rare and looked down upon as unnecessary. Their only use was as a possible breeder to guarantee alpha children; if they tested as fertile. They were given no option to find their mate, practically thrown around as an incubator for any alpha to use at their pleasure. Oliver said fuck you.

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