The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead

POV: JACKSON The blaring alarm jolts me awake from my slumber. I glance over at Tom, who stirs briefly before drifting back off to sleep. I can't fathom how he remains undisturbed by the noise. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and check the clock-it reads ten minutes past six. I'm certain the warriors are already up and gearing up for their morning training session. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. Then, I head to the kitchen, where I find the cook and maid already busy with their tasks. I only have one cook and one maid at my place, in contrast to the bustling general pack house. Cynthia, our cook, is a middle-aged woman we affectionately call Aunt Cee. She was a close friend of my mother before her passing. The maid, a young woman named Bethany-though we simply call her Beth-is mated to the head warrior and shares a good relationship with Aunt Cee. I had been looking for someone to assist with ho

POV: SAINT It's Sunday, and since we didn't have much to unpack, we finished that task yesterday. The house felt eerily quiet. My mom tends to be a woman of few words; sometimes, she just drifts off into her own memories, gazing at old photographs. I've come to realize that sometimes people simply need their space. All in all, it turned into a rather dull day for me. Feeling restless, I decided to explore the apartment grounds and take in the surroundings. I wanted to make a new friend, but knocking on people's doors here felt a bit too awkward. "You're weird," my wolf Alex piped up. in. "Nice way to introduce yourself, Alex." The one thing you should know about him is that he has a knack for sarcasm and a razor-sharp tongue. "We're now part of a new pack, New Moon. The initiation is tomorrow," I reminded him. "I'm aware, pumpkin. You do realize I'm inside your head, right? Actually, I AM you," he replied with a smug tone. "I get it, wise guy; I was just mentioning it," I retor

POV: SAINT He mentioned sending someone to pick me up to discuss the mate situation, and that thought alone sent my nerves into overdrive. I still didn't know his name; everyone just referred to him as Alpha. He was the most stunning man I had ever laid eyes on, with his blonde hair cascading to his shoulders and piercing grey eyes that seemed to captivate everyone around him. Standing before him, I found myself at a loss for words, stumbling over my thoughts. But who could blame me? His presence was utterly daunting. I turned onto my left side, tracing tiny circles on the sofa. Hours had passed since I got home, and my mom had bombarded me with a flurry of questions. He had instructed me to keep the mate business a secret, yet I felt compelled to share the news with my mom. Her excitement was palpable-she couldn't wait to meet him. Still, an unsettling feeling loomed over me, whispering that things might not unfold as hoped. I glanced at the clock; it was past two in the afternoo

POV: JACKSON This situation was undeniably odd. Voices? Why was she hearing them, and why would they urge her to harm Saint? He had only arrived last week. I’d be shocked if he’d already made an enemy bitter enough to want him dead. “Take her to the cell and tell the pack doctor to check on her. Bring her back tomorrow morning for questioning. I'll wrap things up here,” I instructed the three wolves nearby, who promptly complied. Chris approached Saint. “Are you alright, Saint?” he asked, helping him stand. “Not really,” Saint replied, his voice weary. “Do you have any clue why she’d want to kill you?” Chris inquired. I was curious about that too. “I don’t even know her. She just walked in and asked if I was a saint. I said yes, and then she attacked me,” Saint recounted. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. Go with Jackson. He’ll take care of your arm at his place,” Chris said, glancing at me. I responded with a neutral expression. Saint looked back and forth between us. “It’s just

POV: JACKSON It was just Saint and I in the office. I glanced over at him; he was staring at his shoes, lost in thought. I could sense his anxiety about what might transpire, who wouldn't feel that way? The details of the situation were unclear to me, but I was determined to uncover the truth. While I didn't embrace the mate bond, I couldn't let him come to harm; he was somewhat my responsibility now. Admitting that felt strange. "Don't get too anxious, Saint. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Just stay calm," I reassured him. He looked up, offering a faint nod in response. "I'm just concerned about my mom. What if they target her? I'm not sure..." His voice trembled with worry. "She'll be alright. I'll make sure some guards are assigned to keep an eye on her, so don't worry," I replied. "Okay. I think I'll head home now; all of this has left me worn out," he said, rubbing his arms. "I'll walk with you," I offered, standing up and grabbing my things."No, it's okay.