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comments a new presence, the whole table stands in respect to Alpha Franklin, well except some obvious personalities who were in a higher rank than Romero. “I am still in charge Andrew, don’t you think so” Romero says as he walks closer to his son, when he reaches Andrew, he begins massaging his shoulders. “you know the tournament is coming up soon and we need Andrew to be who he is on the field” with that said Franklin taps his son on his shoulder and shows him the door.

POV Samantha I took a deep breath after Lance hung up the phone. He was pissed and that made me nervous. Alpha's were dangerous when they were angry. I knew this fact first hand. I looked around the room and saw that my father, brother and body guard were just as mad and they were all staring at me. I started to use my Omega powers to calm them but Troy stopped me just like he did before. "Don't even try it. We don't want to be calm right now. what the hell were you thinking?" He asked and I threw myself down on the couch next to him.

“But you’re not in this alone, no matter how much you think you are.” I looked at him then, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. Just the quiet, steady certainty that he meant every single thing he said. I hesitated before asking, “What does it even mean to be an omega?” Nolan was quiet for a moment, then leaned back, considering his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he started. “They have… a different energy than others. It’s not about strength or dominance—it’s about balance. Omegas connect to alphas in ways that no one else can. It’s instinctual.”

Well, all but one. Thing is, on the wall just a little adjacent to the right side of the table was the largest monitor Megan had ever seen; like it was the combination of three of the world's largest monitors mounted on the glass wall without any strain to it. On its display was the map of the world; every continent, country, and region marked with an algorithmic assessment of different threat levels in numbers in relations to the various current events occurring in them in real-time. Now, that was Dennis Ahmad, Director of Olympus, she thought. The monitor showed the extent of his true power; and she couldn't help but be awed by it for a few seconds.

Elder Summers looked into my eyes as I approached. "She's just like Samantha." I said quietly. "Yeah, where do you think Sam learned it from? Matilda loves that girl like her own child." Elder Summers nodded. "Goddess help you son, these Omegas are trouble." he added with a teasing glint. I nodded in agreement. "But they are more than worth it." I answered and he grinned. "That they are."

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.