Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Little Omega : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Ollie’s POVOnce again, my dreams are littered with bits and pieces of my past, still nothing as clear as the memory of my dying mother— great job on that one brain, you could’ve picked something a little less depressing to get started—but at least there’s enough context for me to put a few thingstogether.First, I must have lived in a rural area. There are plenty of flashes of mountains or forests or trees, but very few images of anything that look like anything close to an actual city.Second, I’m pretty sure the teenage alpha I first dreamed about in the car is my older brother, the one my previously mentioned dying mother talked about. His name is still a complete blank to me, though, and I have no idea whether he’s alive or not. The oldest image of him my mind has called up has him only in his late teens or early twenties.And, finally, my pack might not be worth finding. There’s a sort of darkness lingering in the corner of each partial memory, one that feels more ominous. Ther

Ollie’s POVMy plate is still nearly half full when the doorbell rings, the sound echoing through the house. Everyone looks up from their food, and Julian’s gaze slides first to Lucas then to me.“That’s probably Doctor Benton,” he says. “When I talked to her last night, she said she was very excited to meet you. I guess she couldn’t hold out any longer.”“Oh.” I give Julian a strained smile, not sure what else to say.Even though I know the doctor is here to help, my stomach immediately twists with anxiety as all my fears catapult to the front of my mind. What if there really is something wrong with me? What if something the humans did permanently damaged me? What if I’ll never be normal?Blind to my slowly growing panic, Keiran hops up from the table and heads toward the front door. There’s the sound of some murmured greetings and then Keiran returns to the kitchen with a female beta following him.“This is Doctor Benton,” he says, gesturing at her.The doctor is a tall woman with d

Ollie’s POVKeiran is waiting on the other side of the door to lead me to Julian’s office where we find Remy sitting behind the desk with a laptop open in front of him. The younger Matisse brother glances up and gestures us over.Keiran grabs one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk and drags it around until it’s sitting beside Remy. He motions for me to take that chair, then shifts to stand behind Remy.Remy swivels his chair to face me. “I’ve been able to locate five packs who indicated in some way that they had a white wolf in their pack. Unfortunately, none of the registered white wolves were you. Two of them are clearly too old and the other three are all accounted for.”“How is that helpful then?” I ask.“Because even if the registered white wolves aren’t you, we now know of five packs that have the gene.” Remy ticks each pack off on his fingers.“Onaway, Michigan. Drift Creek, Oregon. Rockcastle, Kentucky. Denver, Colorado. Richmond, Virginia.” He pauses and raises hi

Ollie’s POVLater, Lucas finds me alone on the deck staring out into the woods as the moon rises over the tree line. We’re planning to head to Rockcastle early tomorrow, so we spent most of the day trying to prepare for what might be a sticky situation.The laws regarding leaving or being released from a pack are extremely convoluted, especially when you take into account the fact that not all packs follow the same version of laws. With a pack like Rockcastle… there’s no telling how this visit might go.Even though Lucas and I are fated mates, there’s a not insignificant chance Rockcastle might argue that I was never released from their pack and that, without a formal mating agreement, I have to stay there. And even if they don’t protest the mating, they could still request to be compensated for the loss of a pack member—something Sweet Water probably can’t afford.But we won’t know what’s going to happen until we get there, so I’m trying my best to put it out of my mind.Lucas wraps

Ollie’s POVEven though I’m exhausted, and my body quite satiated—my sleep is restless, and I spend most of the night fighting specters from my past. Whether the completed mating bond helped break more memories free or the humans’ drugs finally fully left my system, I’m not sure.Whatever happened, the barrage of images is almost painful.And still not very helpful.The memories are out of order, disconnected in a way that makes it impossible for me to truly understand them, but at least they’re there.I see my mother again, this time laughing and dancing. But then she’s covered in blood, her eyes empty as she lies on a bed in a dark room. More faces flash through my mind, but the pieces don’t all fit together well enough for me to identify them except to know that I should be able to.A man with a stern frown and dark hair.A woman with a cold twist to her lips.And last, another man, older than the first, sneering with derision.It’s the face of the last man—clearly an alpha—that se