Alpha Tau Omega Flags Novels & Stories

and then it was time to admit, "we are werewolves." Upon hearing that, Logan covered his lips in shock. He could see right through the absurdity of it all. A tail, snout, and sharp teeth, and his ultra-acute hearing. Outside of animals, who could possess a tail? It took him a few minutes to come out of this shock. Rae waited for a few seconds before he continued. "There is a caste difference between your mother and I. I am the alpha while Ava is an omega." "Like the wolves, the alpha?" Afterwards, the youngster recalled the bedtime stories I had read to him. Stories about werewolves, in which the dominant character was always the strongest and occasionally the most vicious. It all seemed to

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

Interesting. “It’s true. That was pretty awesome,” Rory replied, looking at me with a goofy grin. I narrowed my eyes at him as I took a sip of beer. What was he up to? “What about you, Soph? Do you think Rider will be a good alpha when he takes over the title in a few weeks?” Rory asked, his head tilted to the side as he waited for an answer. “Of course I do. He’s strong, smart, loyal, and caring, all characteristics of a good leader,” I blurted out and immediately covered my mouth with my hand.

"We're mated now, officially. You bear my mark and I'm the Alpha. That makes you their Luna by wolf law." I rose from the bed, setting my feet on the cold floor and closing my eyes as I steadied myself. "Apollo, there's still a chance we won't make it out of here alive. The wolves, that's easy in my mind. After all the things I've done in my life, it just seems... like any other day." Propelling himself from the bed to follow me, Apollo was on my heels as I walked into the adjacent bathroom. His body was against my back before I could turn on the sink. "You don't want to be my Luna?"

I knew the animal representation of an Alpha was a lion, because naturally, they considered themselves the kings and leaders of everything. And then, there were the last two. I had written that Betas were represented by foxes, clever, adaptable, the second-in-command who kept the empire running behind the scenes. But for the Omega? I had written a bird. Because to the rest of the world, to the high-society Alphas of the court, an Omega only truly existed when they were locked inside a cage, singing for their master. I rolled onto my back to gaze up at my room ceiling. My forearms were still throbbing slightly from where Kei’s wooden stick had struck earlier.

His voice came as a command, but I didn't say a word. "You marked her, Oliver. Now you must take her as your Luna and never mark another." He gave the final judgment and I watched my world attempt to crumble before me. I'm an Alpha under a curse already, and need a strong Luna beside me, how on earth should I settle for a weak omega as my Luna? My chest tightened in pain, and I felt waves of pain over my body. Sane tapped her feet on the floor in rage and began to run back to her pack. We both knew it was over. We both know the tradition.

“Greetings, Alpha Crowley. My name is Anthony Martin, and I am Beta of Titanfang Pack. I’ve come with gifts from my Alpha, as well as a message.” Behind the Beta, several Omegas, the lowest ranking werewolf, were holding numerous luxurious gift boxes and bags.

For the life of me, I never would have fucking anticipated this. On the dancefloor, someone scrawled the symbol of the Five Alphas into the marble floors: it is an infinity symbol with a line running through it and five short lines running parallel to where the symbol intersects. But it’s not this that has our attention; it is the fact that over the Five Alphas symbol, someone drew a large Omega symbol in Volkov wolf blood. This might mean nothing to others, but those of lycanthrope blood know that the Omega symbol for the Greek God Ares implies war.

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

Those were the colors of any consort and not the ruler. There were also men who wore suits in other colors. Some of them even wore yellow and pink suits which made the Council grimace. I can’t blame them. Those used to be my favorite colors but those colors were for young pups, not for alphas and certainly not for queens. They must have forgotten to review the royal family rules. They would be sent home tonight as well. After this, we wouldn’t be able to see twenty percent of the alphas anymore. Chester belonged to the very few alphas who wore gold. Black, gold, and silver were the colors of the flag in our kingdom.