I didn’t sleep well. My mind has been racing with all sorts of possibilities of what the future holds for me. I tossed and turned most of the night, completely restless. Crimson and I talked on and off, but she is still on the weaker side. She did her best to comfort me, and she seems to think our mate won’t abandon us, but she doesn’t know how cruel Alpha Valen is. Still, her hope is needed because I’m not very hopeful about anything right now. Then again, I’ve never had much hope for my future, so why should having a fated mate that’s an Alpha Supreme make a difference? It’s not like Alpha Valen will mark me and claim me as his mate, nor do I expect him to make me his Luna. I don’t know if I would even want to be Luna. The changes I would want to make would never be accepted. I’m not even sure I’d be accepted by the pack as their Luna, let alone their precious Alpha Supremes mate. I don’t think they would care if I was his fated mate or not. They probably wouldn’t even believe us.
I lock Wren in the den and then lock the front door as I leave for my office. I’m late today, and I’m not normally late, but I woke up late after wrestling with my thoughts for most of the night, trying to figure out the best course of action. I plan to put a call into Alpha Ian today to see what he can tell me about fated mates providing the fucker didn’t make the whole thing up. I warmed up the burritos as fast as I could. I have a freezer full of breakfast sandwiches and burritos that I have the pack house chiefs make me. I usually grab lunch and dinner there since it’s close to the offices. We have restaurants and other places to eat at, so I will attempt to make appearances there to show my support for the local businesses. Once a month, Graven and I will pick a restaurant to have lunch or dinner at. Eating my breakfast burrito in the car, I think about Wren. She seemed shocked I would let her transform. I can’t not let her transform. That’s just a level of torture no werewolf
Alpha Valen comes into my view as I hear him curse. He comes to my side and helps me sit up before he shoves a piece of steak in my mouth. I chew it and swallow it so fast. I notice he has a steak that could easily feed three people. It’s cut up into pieces already, so I quickly grab another piece, and then before I know it, I have eaten a dozen pieces. “Woah, slow down. I know you are hungry, but eating it quickly will hurI’m curled up on the floor in my nest. This hunger is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It must be something to do with Crimson being awake. I know alpha and beta wolves need to eat a lot and often. I never understood why, but now I think it has something to do with having their wolves being awakened. Alpha wolves awaken between eight and ten. Beta wolves awaken between twelve and fifteen. Omega wolves don’t awaken unless we are claimed as a mate because our wolves are too weak to come forward on their own. I don’t know how having a fated mated affects an omega’s w
The next morning I get up, warm up some breakfast sandwiches, and take them down to Wren with more water. She’s sleeping but restless as she kicks and swats in her sleep. Either she is having a bad dream, or the mate bond is affecting her. It has to be harder for her to resist. To test my theory, I set everything down and walks over to the bed. Kneeling down, I brush my hand over her hair, petting her gently, so I don’t wake her. Sure enough, she stops moving around and settles. She moves closer to me and attempts to pull me onto the bed so she can snuggle me. Perhaps I should give her one of my shirts with my scent on it. She will need good sleep, and her heat is in a little over a week. She needs restful sleep for her wolf and for heat if I hope to get her pregnant. Unfortunately, pregnancy usually takes a few heat cycles. I still need Wren healthy, and I by no means I’m ready to do anything more than fuck her and attempt to get to know her. Obsidian wants me to bring her to my be
Why am I so hurt he wants to keep me as a glorified breeder? Isn’t that what I wanted him to do? It was, but now that it’s confirmed, it feels wrong. Crimson is disappointed as she truly thought our mate would claim us. I did try to tell her Alpha Valen would never claim an omega has his mate even if we are fated to him. I tried to warn Crimson, but she believed our mate would want us. She’s insistent that Obsidian wants us. While that might be true, Alpha Valen clearly does not and is only keeping us around to make his wolf happy. After dinner, I offer to do the dishes and put away the leftovers. Alpha Valen doesn’t argue. He kicks off his shoes, heads to the couch, and pops on the TV while I enjoy more time out of the forsaken den. If Alpha Valen is going to keep and let me live here with him as his glorified breeder, I better get my own damn room at some point. I’m not living in that den forever. I know some omegas adore dens. It’s their own little space, but to me, the den is a
Wren is three days from her heat. Not that I haven’t been fucking her in the meantime. I can’t seem to get enough of her. Wren enjoys our sex, and I know she loves her free time from the den. However, every time I lock her back in the den and leave her, she cries. I don’t know if it’s her heat making her emotional or the mate bond affecting her. Wren is an omega, so between her natural need for an alpha or other high-ranking wolf coupled with the mate bond, I’m sure it’s making this harder on her than it is for me. Resisting the bond is becoming harder, but being an alpha wolf and an Alpha Supreme, it’s easier for me to push the bond aside and focus on my natural instincts, which is to fuck. I did give Wren a few of my shirts for her to have, knowing my scent will help soothe her. I’ve caught her sleeping in my shirts more than once. I actually find it cute, and it shows her innocence. She’s fragile, even if she desperately tries to act like she is strong. Wren is strong for an omeg
Before I know it, it’s lunchtime, and I find myself wishing I was going home to give Wren her lunch. We have fallen into a routine, and it’s slowly becoming comfortable. However, I can’t blow Graven off. We have our tradition, and I don’t want to blow him off. He also would be suspicious about why I wanted to go to my omega over spending time with him. As much as Graven adores his omegas, he would never blow me off for them. So, I head to meet Graven by his car as a sinking feeling of dread creeps over me. Was it because of Wren or something else? The only other time I skipped bringing Wren a meal was when the rogues attacked, and I felt shitty for not leaving her at least snacks. By the time I got home to her, she thought I had left her to die in the den. This time I left her plenty of food and water. Goddess, I’m making her sound like a fucking pet. How do other alphas and betas do this with their omegas? I know I’m not the only one to lock my omega up when I’m not home. Still, it
I slept most of the day, which isn’t surprising as I try to gain strength for Crimson to shift. I want to shift sooner rather than later, as Alpha Valen promised he would take me out into the woods for a run. We have to stick closer to the house as he doesn’t want any border patrol to see me. He’s still adamant about being a gloried breeder. I know that’s what I originally wanted, but the mate bond demands more. I can’t help it. I want to be his mate, or at least be treated like I’m his mate. I want out of this damn den and to be treated like I matter to him. Sometimes he’s soft and gentle with me, like when he gave me some of his shits so I could have his scent to soothe me. Other times, he’s distant and acts like I mean nothing to him. It seems he is torn between accepting me as his fated mate and treating me like I am, and sticking with keeping me as a glorified breeder. It’s not like I expect him to make me his Luna if he marks and claims me as his mate. I don’t know the fi