Novel & Cerita Lowest Rank In Wolf Pack

I don't see them pooping around the place although I get frustrated with their fur sticking on the floor mat and cushion. After cleaning the whole place I lie on the sofa and grabbed Bailey beside me when I saw him passing by. He tried to get off of me but I didn't let him. Nothing beats a living stuffed toy! He's the cutest among the four he resembles a husky that's why I always like to hug him. Russel the oldest was big brown wolf almost the size of Leo, the second cub which is Flynn is a mid-size silver wolf that is always at odds with Bailey and then there's the big black wolf Leo who dominates them.

- She heard a tall, muscular man say, probably the alpha of the gang. Sera could not recognize, had lost his wolf long ago when they forced her to be removed from her. This made her an ordinary human, far inferior to all wolves. When the movement of the strangers began, she took the opportunity to run away, not noticing that a thread of her scarf was stuck in a branch of a tree. She ran like never before, entering the hut, the only place there could be any security, even knowing that any wolf could attack the site with ease. Sera sat on the floor, trembling with fear. Tears flowed down her face. How long would she be this weak? She hated who made her feel that way.

Leon’s voice tinged with impatience as he explained, “I don't know, Aqua. Those were the orders he gave our alpha so I had no choice but to ask you.” My mind swirled with many questions but I instantly stifled them.Considering my wolf status, it was never a good thing to offend anyone. But it wasn't like disobedience was a choice, third-tier submissive wolves were the lowest in the food chain but we were very rare. That's probably the reason why they made us property of the pack. On the surface,we were under the alpha’s protection but the truth was that we were nothing but pawns, subjected to do his bidding.

"The only reason you're here with me is because you're an Omega. Only Omegas have what's compatible with making a wolf hunter." He stared at me, jaw tight. "Omegas are always and will always be on the lowest rank of the wolf hierarchy," I continued. "It can't change. As long as we remain wolves, it will always be that way. And every pack treats your kind as less." I paused, watching his face. "But I can only imagine what it's like in a place like the North, where power and preserving bloodlines is everything." I sighed, looking at him with mock sympathy. "Please. Tell me something else."

Alexander Sterling's human form is too monstrous to be classified as a wolf. It feels more like a universe-swallowing entity. His military coat was swept away by the dark wind. Just by standing a few steps behind Chloe, her dominance crushed all the Frostbite Pack's self-confidence to zero. One by one the remaining surviving ice wolf troops slowly fell to their knees, pressing their heads against the frozen asphalt while groaning in pain from the pressure of Alexander's aura. Absolute submission to the King of All Wolves.

he declared. Nate’s eyes were practically bleeding with fury, but I could see the exact moment the realization hit him: He couldn't stop this. Omegas were the absolute lowest rank in the pack hierarchy. In the werewolf world, they were basically glorified property. They cooked, they scrubbed, they served. They ate the scraps, spoke only when permitted, and slept in whatever damp corners nobody else wanted. Omegas were slaves. That was the ugly word everyone dressed up in softer language, but it never changed the reality. Pack slaves.

Then we have the Gamma who is also known as the third in command of the pack. Then we have Delta's, Head Warriors, warrior leads who lead a small group of warriors, then we have warriors who protect the pack during attacks, normal pack members who are also known as residents of the pack and at last, are Omegas. They are the lowest in rank and are the ones who look after the pack by doing chores like cooking, cleaning, etc…

"The moon goddess has shown her mercy on you. You'll be the first Epsilon of the Red Moon Pack. If you want to prove your worthiness, this is your chance." The words my father uttered were like candy to my ears, but how can something so sweet be so bitter too? "An Epsilon?" My heart lifted with joy. I couldn't believe my ears. "You don't want it?" "No. I do" I replied instantly before my father changed his mind. An Epsilon was not part of the pack members, but at least they get assigned to duty and they worked with the pack. They were lone wolves who get ordered around by anyone in the pack. Due to their weak state, they had no stand of their own and were mere servants. They were the lowest

I suddenly got excited. "Yes. We have the alpha, and you probably know what the alpha's job is. Alpha is the leader of the pack, beta is in second command, and delta and gamma are the ones who are ready to take over as beta in the future." I nodded. "There are other ranks that aren't mentioned in the stories you read, like epsilons. Epsilons are at the top of the middle of the pack. They are skilled hunters and very smart. Old wolves with a lot of experience are valuable to the pack."

Onyx chuckled loudly, "Awe, that's cute! Are you trying to flex your chest muscles?" I instantly deflated. I’m the pack gamma, and responsible for caring for everything involving our pack's well being and pups, but in our pod, I was the lowest ranking wolf. Even though Onyx is a Delta and Deltas and Gammas are essentially all the same - pack warriors, Delta's are the elite and fiercest warriors of the pack, and Onyx is the top Delta, just as I am the top Gamma. Where I was skilled and an expert in pack defenses, Onyx was skilled, the stealthiest wolf in the realm and the top war advisor to the King. He is an elite strategist on his own level and I know I can’t compete with that.