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Omega Pride Ch. 01

By: Canis_Crazy



This is my very first submission on any site. Ever. So go easy on me. If you're looking for an easy flap or fix, you might want to look else where.

The other language you all see here is French.

Feedback is most welcomed, in fact asked for, and I hope you all enjoy

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14 Years Ago...

Flames and smoke. The scent of it hung heavy in the air, causing Delphinia to drop the fire wood she was told to collect. This couldn't be happening. Panic filled the young pup's heart as she turned and rushed back to the pack den. 

"Maman! Papa!" Delphinia called out, ignoring the cold of the snow that crunched through her human feet. It was too silent. Far too silent, and Delphinia couldn't reach her parents' minds; it was as if everything was an empty void when she reached out to them. She should have shifted to make it home faster. She shoulder have listened to her other self's instincts that told her something was wrong. She should never left in the first place.

"Alpha! Madame Alpha!" She brushed through the trees, her heart pounding in her head as she suddenly stopped her eyes full of pure devastation and horror at the sight that lay before her. The den, the manor that sheltered the entire pack, it wasn't just burnt down to ashes and charred wood. Her friends, her family, everyone lay dead in the northern snow, their blood staining the ice red. She covered her sensitive nose as she moved closer warily, fighting a battle within herself not retch and not to cry.

What caused this...? 

Who would do this...?

A familiar smell wandered into her covered nostrils, making her snap her head toward it and take off into a sprint, "Maman?! Papa?!" 

She stopped, seeing their bodies that copied the others in their lifeless state. The tears that were fighting against her will finally won as Delphinia fell to her knees at their limp bodies, "N-non... Maman...papa..." She reached out with shaky hands toward their bodies, scared to touch them in fear and denial that that was them, "Pourquoi? Pourquoi est-ce arrivé...?"

As she touched their heated fur, she wiped the ash a little of her parents' pelts, her 10-year-old form shook violently against them before she leaned back and cried in agony. "POURQUOI?!?" Her cries echoed into the night sky as they soon turned into howls.

~*~*~*~

14 years later...

"Now arriving in Jackson!" A man in the front of the bus bellowed, immediately waking Delphi from her sleep, her sensitive ears made her other self want to growl in annoyance. She lazily looked out the window, seeing the town and all of its surroundings for the first time. She inhaled deeply, blinking her orange to blue-grey eyes as she sat up in her winter clothes she brought from Illinois. 

"...I should have stayed in Cheyenne," She thought to herself, but quickly shook her head of the thought. She needed to get out of Wyoming—in fact any mountain ranges—period. As a lone wolf, a young omega lone wolf, she couldn't risk being in such a place where she always had to have her hackles up.

She brushed her dark auburn hair back, making sure the rest was safely tucked in her navy blue knitted beanie. She wrapped her matching scarf around tighter and put her backpack on. She really didn't need it as a wolf, but in January winter, it would look awfully abnormal to be seen in summer or even fall clothes. 

As she exited the bus station, she looked around, sniffing the air once again, trying to make it look as normal to humans as possible without seeming strange or paranoid. If any packs were in this area, she needed to know. As a native werewolf from Quebec, she's traveled way too far to die now.

Knowing if there were other wolves around would let her know if she had a few months or a few hours to get out of there. Only problem now was that she was nearly fresh out of cash. If she needed to leave, she would have to do so in her wolf form. However, that was far more risky that using human transportation and she didn't want another experience like before. 

"C'est tiguidou," She thought as she let out a sigh of relief, her wolf inside her too seemed to relax finally after the 7-8 hour long bus ride. She hadn't smelt any wolves.

Yet.

She opened her wallet and checked. Only $127 left. Enough to get out of town, but since she didn't smell any wolves, right now would be a good time to start earning more money, just in case the next town or city had any. She walked through the town, taking in more of the surrounding sights and scents, looking for help wanted signs.

She slowed when she saw one in a small café. She gave a slight smile as she walked in, people chatting away, ignoring her existence past a curious glance to see who came in. 

She walked timidly up to the counter and sat down, trying her best not to look around and sniff the air again. A blonde and busty middle aged waitress approached her with a smile, her tall frame seemed full of confidence and cheerfulness as she walked, "Can I get you anything, hon?"

"No thank you," Delphi replied politely. Without a second look, the waitress turned on her heel. "Wait, ma'am," Delphi stopped her, "Actually I was...looking for a job here."

"A job?" The blonde came back.

"Yes please. I'm a bit new to Jackson, and I was wondering if I can have a job at least for awhile, or do you know anywhere that could hire me," Delphi told her.

"For awhile?" The blonde stared and then smirked, "You're gonna have to talk to the manager, hon. Sounds like you're unreliable." 

"I know. I'm sorry. Things have been a bit rough, and it's hard for me to stay in one spot for too long... Is he here? The manager?" Delphi spoke with a little tentativeness.

"She is," The waitress corrected, leaning against the counter toward her, "...And we have been short a few hands... I'm sure she'd hire you. If you have any experience, and past employers don't have any complaints that is. Do you have a resume on you?"

Delphi nodded as she then turned and reached for her resume in her backpack, handing over to the waitress, "It's not too bad is it?"

The waitress whistled as she looked through the pages, "You've obviously been places, hon. Haven't seen a res like this...well...ever. Where are you from?"

"Around," Delphi shrugged a bit nervously, "I was born up north."

"I can see that..." The waitress read through her resume pages, "Yep...I'm sure...she's definitely going to hire you."

"Really?" Delphi brightened up, "When might I be able to talk to her? Maybe schedule a meeting?"

The waitress looked up and smiled at her, "She doesn't expect that much. I'm the manager, hon." 

The slight surprise on Delphi's face made the waitress laugh as she held her hand out to her, "My name's Kathy. Kathy Adams. What's you're name, hon?"

"Delphi. Delphi Jones," She shook Kathy's hand. 

"Think you can start tomorrow at 7 a.m, Delphi? As I said, we're short a few hands."

"Yes, ma'am," Delphi nodded, her smile on her face showing.

"Now, now. I told you my name. I'm too young to be called ma'am," Kathy winked.

"But old enough to visit a bar, little girl?" A middle-aged man rose his coffee cup.

"Oh shut up, Tim. I wasn't talking to you, was I?" Kathy grabbed the coffee pot, feigning a pissed off look as Tim started laughing, earning a few grins around their playful banter.

Delphi smiled, thinking to herself, "What a tight-knit community."

~*~*~*~

Delphi walked in the Motel 6 room she paid for, and threw her backpack onto an empty chair wearily. She would need to pay for the place with her first pay check or find a more suitable, temporary home, but for now this would have to do. She let out a heavy sigh as she lay on the comfortable double sized bed.

She hadn't laid in a bed nearly 3 years since she had a run in with a pack in Minnesota. Even before then she knew how hostile packs could really get against rogues or lone wolves, regardless of their position in the hierarchy. Hell, she's seen how hostile some can be to their own. 

She's been on the run ever since she was 10, but she's been a part of two other packs since then, and both packs were hell.

A pack in Ontario abused the shit out of their omegas, considered them expendable bodies. She remembered when a Theta male, a rank just barely higher than her own, vent his anger out on an omega male since he had lost at his challenge for a Delta position. The poor Omega was forced to stay put, unable and not allowed to defend himself as his mate and pup watched him get severely beaten and eventually killed in front of them, and yet, the rest of the pack ignored it as if that was a daily and normal ordeal. 

It wasn't until one of a neighboring pack's Betas mate one of the female Omegas from that pack and helped revolt against them did she escape in the chaos. 

The pack in Pennsylvania was no better, as the treated their females like dirt as well. Only difference was they saw them only fit for breeding more male pups.

She recalled all the times she had to get beaten for failing to comply with the males of her rank's needs, and when she watched an unmated female beta be forced to blow and be ravaged by a bunch of unmated Deltas like a piece of meat. That pack had less care about honor and pride in the ranks than the pack in Ontario; they were pigs, not wolves.

How she escaped them, she didn't know or care to remember. When she nearly lost her life in a run-down in Minnesota, that became the final straw. She refused to ever again join a pack, despite how lonely and hard it was to be without one. She was going to find a place that was not only pack free, but had no other wolves in general. Somewhere inside of her, she and her wolf knew that that would be an impossible feat, but she had to try. Maybe she could go to Hawaii or another small island country of some sort? Madagascar? Who knows?

She closed her eyes as she remembered her original pack in Quebec. They were nothing like the other packs she's been with or seen. There were a lot of laughs, kindness, omegas may have been the weakest, but they weren't looked down upon, and the Alpha Pair led and protected the pack firmly, but with big hearts in such a way that made her wolf howl in longing, pain, and sadness.

She then remembered the fire that day so long ago and their massacre. She knew they were neither the largest nor the strongest pack in Quebec, but it wasn't the fire alone that killed them, it couldn't have been. Someone had to have killed them, but as an omega, she couldn't find out who did it. Even if she tried and did do so, what could she have done? 

She exhaled sorrowfully and sat up a bit as she tried to once again rid herself of those haunting memories and images, removing her scarf, the grey coat that covered her curvy yet athletic build along with her 34C boobs under her olive green turtle neck, and the beanie and letting her shoulder blade length hair fall down behind her as she fell back on the bed once again. As she lay in lonesome silence, sleep overtook her as she curled into a ball as if that would protect her from the past and the future.

~*~*~*~

Pine trees. Shrubs. Cool water. A river. Fresh uncut grass. Remnants of recent snowfall. Delphi opened her eyes as she stopped sniffing the air, "A forest?" She looked around. How had she gotten here?

"Wait," She looked down at herself, seeing that she was no longer in her turtle neck and matching jumper pants. She wore nothing but her own olive colored skin, her brown nipples perked against the cool breeze, and chest rose gently with each breath, "This is...a dream..." 

Regardless, she breathed in the air once more and a familiar and almost long-forgotten feeling rushed through her body, mind, heart, and soul. She felt...

Free.

It almost made her cry; she hadn't had this feeling in a long time. It was a freedom that she never thought she'd feel again, or even in the near future. The desire to shift, just because she wanted to, not to run away, hide, or protect herself, but just purely to run, to feel the earth, grass, or snow beneath her paws, the air against her fur, and the moon on her back...

She looked down in front of her at the sound of approaching steps and saw her other self, her wolf self. She had white fur along with golden blonde fur on her paws and tail, and grey fur under belly. Their eyes matched with the only difference being that her wolf's eyes seemed brighter. She was beautiful.

Her wolf approached her and moved her muzzle in her hand in a loving and welcoming manner. Delphi smiled at her wolf, greeting her with pet on her head, and with the same thought in their mind, took off into a sprint through the forest. They ran as one, brushing up against the same pine, jumping the same logs, every breath and beat in their hearts in perfect sync, everything together. 

However, something caused them to stop their fun and freedom all too quickly. Her wolf stopped, her fur standing on ends as she looked over her shoulder, sniffing the air swiftly and cautiously before quickly turning and growled deeply, almost threateningly. 

"W...what is it?" The sudden changed in her wolf shocked her, and she didn't understand why. She found out the moment she heard a howl not to distant them. Why was there another wolf here?

She wanted to run away. She felt even in this dream state that she couldn't face against another wolf, but she was compelled to stay there as if it were some pull, some force that bound her to that spot. She looked down once again at her wolf, who continued to growl intensely as the howling came close, and the sound of paws could be heard.

Delphi's lips quivered and her heart beat rapidly as she sensed what her wolf was about to do. "No...please don't do it," She thought to herself and to her wolf, "Please..." Her wolf didn't yield to her as she then charged and lunged at the unfamiliar wolf. Delphi dare not look at them; the sounds being enough. She could easily tell what was going on from that. 

The sound of her wolf's paws circled around the foreign wolf. All too soon, she heard her wolf yelp slightly as the fight once again began. The clashing of claws and teeth continued as they growled, barked, and snapped at each other, the snow, grass, leaves, twigs, and even the bark of the trees making just as much noise and telling her every detail that was happening until finally her wolf yelped once more, the sound of a body falling ricocheted through the forest floor.

Delphi flinched when it did, her body starting to shudder as if suddenly cold, however, she felt the anticipation her wolf felt, the heat that started to pour from her core and making its way through her body. The other wolf growled throatily, forcing her to submit.

All fell silent for awhile before she heard the sound of their bodies shifting against the grass and snow. Her wolf began to whimper wantonly as the other wolf growled only lightly, forcing her wolf to raise her rear and move her tail to the side for him. Delphi's heart rate increased and her blood began to feel like fire as the wolf sniffed her at first before licking her wolf's entrance in quick strokes and then long and torturous ones.

Her wolf mewled at the torturous pleasure, the sound of her paws trying to push her pussy closer echoed through Delphi's mind. At that the unknown wolf plunged his lengthy tongue deep within her, earning a howl from her, and a gasp from Delphi. 

Finally, what felt like forever yet only minutes, the wolf ceased his pleasing tongue and pulled away, earning a lustful and dissatisfied growl from her wolf at the emptiness and a quivering pant from Delphi, but none too soon, he mounted her. 

His cock started to enter her other self, her wolf's tight and ready sex welcoming him into her, causing Delphi to let out a cry and her legs to weaken, her body felt like liquid fire and the heat burned from her core.

Mate.

The word rang in her head, her wolf yelping, whimpering in pure ecstasy as the unknown wolf pushed himself inside her to the hilt before pulling out halfway and back in primal, steady thrusts.

This is our mate.

Delphi shook her head in denial, but her body and her wolf proved otherwise as the sounds—the feeling—of their rutting continued with more whimpers, yelps, and growls. Their fucking sped up as she could sense—no—feel his knot starting to form inside her other self, form inside her, their whimpers and growls becoming more and more desperate for release.

In that sudden moment when they were about to go over the edge, bare arms encircled around Delphi's shoulders in an embrace, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her needy body to stop moving. The arms were muscular and bronze colored and whomever they belonged to breathed raggedly against her neck, matching the foreign wolf's, his black brown hair moving softly against her own.

With a growl in his throat, a husky, baritone voice passed his lips, causing her soul itself to melt as he spoke with lust and longing,

"Look at me."

~*~*~

That concludes chapter 1. 

P.S, Pourquoi est-ce arrive means "Why did this happen?" and C'est tiguidou" means "A-okay" or "Everything's fine". 

Hope you all enjoyed it!

Omega Pride Ch. 02



The second installment of Omega Pride.

As before, feedback is welcomed and needed.

Déesse de la Lune = Moon Goddess

s'il vous plaît = please

I hope you all enjoy! 

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"Order up!" The chef stated from behind the kitchen counter, ringing the bell, snapping Delphi out of her temporary daze. She turned quickly and fluidly as she grabbed the plate and glass from the counter before heading toward the elderly woman who had order it.

"There you are, ma'am," Delphi smiled at the woman, nothing giving away at the thoughts that clung to her mind, "I hope you enjoy you're meal."

"Thank you, my dear," The woman smiled at her as Delphi nodded her head and walked off to wait another table.

"You really know what you're doing, hon," Kathy told her as Delphi started to refill a few pitchers, "I hardly see business pick up this early in January. I don't know whether to be pleased or pissed at it."

Delphi looked at her, a small grin on her face, "I had New York to thank for the experience I guess."

Bull shit. 

Though Delphi did work in New York for some time, she truly loved to do work like this, and as an omega, she loved to serve. It's been almost a week since she started working. If it weren't for the tips, she'd be out on the street again and looking for a new place to live. That was the least of her worries right now though.

Through out the week, she's been having the reoccurring dream of her, her wolf, and an unknown man and his wolf. Each time she thought about what happened in those dreams, heat would fill her and her heart would subliminally increase speed. She would always go into a daze whenever the memories would appear in her mind.

~*~*~*~

Earlier that week...

Delphi's eyes shattered open from the dream. The man's words, his voice, and their wolves echoed through her mind repeatedly, not aiding her pounding heart. Her lips quivered, licking them slowly as she looked down at her sweat drenched body before staring at the ceiling. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her in desire, the sound of his heart beat in her head, trying to sync with her own. Their wolves' love-making, each whimper, each growl shown that he would claim her as his own: a promise, a fate that would happen soon.

Delphi's hand traveled downward toward her navel, running her hand lightly against the cotton turtleneck. She pulled it up a bit, resting her hand over the actual navel, circling it with her middle finger before slowly trailing it up to her breasts, grateful that the bra she wore opened in the front. 

She moved to her left breast, her nails lightly running over her skin as she fondled it only once before reaching her rock hard nipple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled south, going under panties and to her mound. She circled her finger in the curls before going lower and stroking her nether lips.

She was aroused and the wetness that now lies on her finger was proof of that, heat pouring from between her thighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small moan. She hadn't felt this way before; she's never done this before, especially after the pack in Pennsylvania. 

Her other hand left her nipple and followed its pair. Boldly, she rubbed her free hand's pointer finger against her folds gently. Darer still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She rested there for a bit, trying to get use to the invading digit before she started to rub her clit and thrust her finger into herself slowly.

As she continued, her eyes started to glow; her wolf was there with her. Her eyes fluttered shut, hearing the man's voice—being the only thing other than his arms that she knew—echoed through her, making her pump and rub faster, earning another moan, but she bit her lip to hold back the carnal sound.

More.

She tried to put another finger in, but feared that she would break her maidenhead, so she instead rubbed directly onto her bare clit, making her scream out, almost yelp in the slightly painful, yet delicious feeling. She sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contracted against her finger as she arched her back and let out another scream as she came hard, her wolf letting out a howl of the same intensity in her mind. Her body shuddered with sexual high, this feeling new and glorious. 

Yet...

Her wolf wasn't sated. She still wasn't sated. She wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, to caress her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, and mark her as his, forever and eternity. She wanted him to...she wanted him...she wanted...

She wanted?

She sat up on her elbows weakly, panting, and logic filled her mind again. 

She couldn't.

She shouldn't want. She's not allowed to. It wasn't her place. She fell back on the bed, the deep sense of sadness and realization dawned on her. A lone wolf can't want, it focuses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if the Alphas allowed it, acknowledged it. Even someone as special as a mate. Still, deep inside her, she and her wolf couldn't help it. And the dreams only got stronger every night.

~*~*~*~

Delphi came out of her daze and jumped a bit, realizing she filled the coke pitcher pass the brim. Luckily for her, Kathy hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both haunted and captivated her mind. She backed away and headed to the tables that need them. At that moment, the café door opened.

Wolves.

Delphi sniffed the air only slightly, and her mind started to fill with panic, and her body stiffened in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whined in the back her mind, knowing that now would be a good time to leave and get as far away as possible.

Taking in another quick—a little too quick—breath, she smelt there were at least four of them. All of them male and definitely stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any wolves before...!" She thought to herself, keeping herself busy as to not draw attention to herself.

Too late.

She could hear them sniffing the area when they breathed, and out of the corner of her eye, she felt their gaze focus on her. She dare not look up. She dare NOT look at them. After she took the current table's order she turned, trying not to walk too quickly, but not too slowly so they could see her legs shaking in utmost dread and uneasiness.

As she walked behind the counter and placed the order down, Kathy came from around, carrying empty plates. Delphi gulped and cleared her throat before approaching her, "Um, Kathy?"

"Hm? What's up, hon?" Kathy stopped and looked at her, not catching her nervousness. Good.

"W-when is my shift over?" Delphi tried to keep the fear out of her voice and keep the politeness in.

"Oh," Kathy put the plates in the sink before coming back before her, looking at her wrist watch, "Well...we don't close for another half-hour..." 

"Please," Delphi caught herself from sounding hasty, "I-I have some important things to do. I'm still looking for a stable place to live." That was the truth, but at the same time, underlying was the fact that she was looking TO live.

Kathy stared at her for awhile in uncertainty, thinking about it. She then huffed out a sigh through her nose, "....Fine." 

Delphi felt relief and her chest seemed to relax a bit of the tension she knew she had, "Thank you so much—" 

"But before you go, please serve those gentlemen over there. Thanks, hon." 

Kathy pointed at the very objects of her despair. 

Before Delphi could opt for a way out, Kathy had passed her and left already to clean up a table. Delphi's lips quivered and her body shook. She wanted to cry, she was so afraid. She was going to die. Not here in the café maybe, but she was definitely going to die. Why had she not followed her wolf's instincts—again—when she left Cheyenne and just made her way to Texas?

"P-pourquoi, Déesse de la Lune?" She thought to herself, trying to fight the dread and tightness in her chest as she turned and walked toward them in the calmest and most human way she could. 

Who was she fooling?

If she could smell them, they could smell her. It was obvious that they had. There were indeed four men sitting down at the table. The one of the edge that was facing her looked up at her first, his light brown eyes absolutely serious, making her wolf whine again, but she did her best to maintain composure. 

The one that stared at her first was a blonde, and even with him sitting down, she could tell that he was a big guy. Taller than the other three? No. Taller than her 5'6" height? Most definitely. 

The one next to him was a brunette and taller than the blonde, but though he didn't look like he carried a lot of brawn on him, he looked like he could kill her himself if she gave him the chance.

The other two had light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair and from what she saw, they looked thicker in muscle than the other two; the one that sat closest to the window looked like he'd be the strongest of them, and would most likely be the leader. 

Either catching the blonde's gaze or sniffing the air—neither really mattered—made all of them turn their attention to her, their eyes seemed to burn into her skull, ready to eliminate her, this unfamiliar female.

Delphi swallowed again, but she kept moving forward toward them. As she stopped in front of them, all was silent as she took her pen and pad out from her apron, trying to avoid shaking or dropping anything. She forced herself to speak out without showing any signs of fear, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Without meaning to, her last words started to dip of into silence. She fought furiously against the desire to just turn and run as the silence progressed. Still struggling to not show panic and tremble she spoke again, this time watching her words carefully, "Can I help you gentlemen?" 

Another bout of silence broke out. 

The mere presence of these wolves alone drove her wolf crazy with whines, her ears down and her tail between her legs, and Delphi was combating against a losing battle with her quivering legs. "Please.....just order something," Delphi thought, mentally shutting her eyes and tears rolled down her face, something she was holding back on the outside, "Please....just do that..." 

"....We'll have four beers. Coors Light," The dirty blonde closest told her finally, sending a chill down her spine, but she forced herself not to flinch, jump, yelp, or any action of that type. 

"Coming right up," She told them with a small nod before turning to go around the counter and into the walk-in freezer, taking out four Coors Light and going back to their table, doing all this without trying to run. 

"Here you are," She tried placing the beers down steadily, but the vibrations that came from the bottles making contact with the table was proof that she wasn't just nervous around them, she was blatantly terrified. They're eyes stared at her intently as she sat up, the shivers starting to break through. She swallowed slightly before backing up a bit. 

"Excuse me," She spoke, once again her voice was dipping off. 

She then turned to go the back room and grabbed her coat, beanie, and scarf. Sadly, there was no backdoor for the employees to use. She'd have to go through the front. 

Right past them. 

She bumped into Kathy on her way toward the door. "S-sorry, Kathy. I'll see you tomorrow." She told her. 

"Y-yeah. Are you alright, hon?" Kathy asked, now seeing her anxiety. 

"I'm fine," Delphi said a little too quickly again, "I'll...I'll see you later, Kathy." 

Before Kathy could say good-bye, she turned and walked out the door and into the winter night air as calmly as she could. But she wasn't—in fact—she nowhere near out of harm's way yet. 

She walked just as evenly as she rounded the corner, still easily seen through the glass window of the café. The moment she passed it, and was out of sight, she booked it. 

The cold air didn't faze her; she just knew need to run as fast as she could away from them. She was thankful for her werewolf speed and the fact that it was dark out. 

However, the lack of human bodies was something she wasn't grateful for. As she turned another corner, she heard the sound of footsteps, the sound of running footsteps behind her. She whimpered in fear, tears starting to come pouring down her face, and heart beating in her head. 

"I don't want to die..!" She thought to herself as she ran. She regretted not buying and bringing any vinegar with her. Wolf noses were so sensitive and that scent was so strong, it could have easily knocked them off her path for awhile. She also mentally kicked herself for deciding to stop in such a rural place. If only she was smarter. 

The sound of the foot steps closing in snapped her from her mental count of regrets, reminding she had to focus now. Don't stop. Don't stop running. She ran across the street into Jackson Town Square through the archway. She nearly tripped over something in the snow but caught herself as she continued to run.

That near trip was her downfall.

Her heart stopped beating and her thoughts went blank when she felt arms grab her and trip her down onto the snow. 

"Non! Non, s'il vous plaît!" Delphi screamed, pleading in French as she struggled against the one that had her in vain. All too quickly, she felt herself get grabbed by a different one and swung into a tree, making her let out a sharp yelp in pain as she came face to face with the blonde, his large hand tightening around her throat, threatening to cut off her air supply completely. 

He growled angrily at her, "Who are you, wolf?! Why are you here?!" 

Sobbing, Delphi tried desperately to remember her English, "I...I-I'll be leaving soon! I promise! Just please let me go!" 

"Answer the questions!" The blonde barked at her. 

"Delphi!" She called out, tears flowing thickly down her eyes, "My name is Delphi... I...I didn't know any wolves were here...! I'll be leaving soon...!" 

"You trespass on our pack's territory, stay here for a length of time without permission, and expect to just leave?" The brunette asked, a growl of anger in his voice with each word. 

Delphi whimpered in response. 

She was trapped, boxed in by three of them, and one standing behind. What could she do? They were stronger and they were right. She was going to die, and it was all perfectly fine; it was the werewolf law. She closed her eyes as the blonde tightened his hold on her throat.

"Wait," The sound of the voice of the one who she knew had to have led spoke up. They looked at him, moving out the way as he approached her, though the blonde still had a hold on her throat to keep her in place. His eyes bore into her eyes in silence. She quickly averted them and he tilted his head, "...You're lone, aren't you young one?" 

Delphi swallowed again, but nodded, keeping her eyes down. She had no choice but to answer him.

"For how long?" He asked her. 

"Four....fourteen years..." She squeaked out. 

The other light brown haired one snorted, making the one talking to her growl at him. He quickly looked down as the one talking to her resumed, "You're rank?" 

Renewed tears fell from her eyes. This would set everything in stone now.

"O...Omega."

The brunette couldn't help but laugh out now, "An omega? A lone wolf for fourteen years? What a crock of shit—" 

"Emanuel!" The one talking to her barked at him and growled, shutting up the brunette, Emanuel, and he lowered his head in submission. 

The leader looked back at her, and Delphi could feel his eyes studying her, but she dare not look up. 

"...Let go of her neck, Conroy," He spoke to the blonde. Conroy growled in his throat and let her go, allowing her to breath properly again as she fell to the floor. She grabbed at her neck and flinched at the contact. 

It was going to bruise in a few minutes, along with the one on her back. Though she would heal faster than humans, bruises like this would take a few days to do so. 

She felt the other dirty blonde grabbed her arm roughly as the leader turned and headed out of the park, them all following him and dragging her along to stay near their sides without seeming to suspicious in the night. 

She held back a stifled whimper as they forced her into a black 2007 F150 Harley Davidson SuperCrew pickup truck with tinted windows. As they got in the car the one holding her pushed her in the center while the leader got in on the other side of the car next to her, locking her between them as Emanuel slid into the passenger seat and Conroy slid into the driver's seat, started the car. 

Delphi said nothing in the silence of the driving, but as she was trembling, she knew she needed to ask. "....What...what pack are you from?" She almost whispered. Wouldn't stop them from hearing her anyway, as the leader looked down at her in the silence.

"Delaney."

The very moment the word exited his lips, the fear she felt before seemed like nothing compared to the terror she felt coursing through her body and blood now. 

"Just....kill me now..." She thought to herself, pure panic running through her thoughts. 

She knew of the Delaney pack. What pack in North America—hell—the world, hadn't? She remembered hearing about them back in Ontario. The Delaney pack was by far the most notorious pack in all of the Northern Hemisphere. It was by no means the biggest territory or numbers wise, but they were the strongest pack lead by an equally ruthless Alpha. 

In the past, she had heard that they were an older pack as well, starting somewhere in Russia, Germany, or Ireland; no one really knew, they were so old, but those were the guesses. Delphi heard of the pack wars they've been in. They almost always won, and even when they didn't, it's probably because the Delaney Alpha spared them, or at least figured he didn't want to "play" with them any more. 

Fortunately, they rarely got into any turf wars, for if they had, they could easily have taken over half the nation, or at the very, very least, a few states. 

She did a slow glance at the leader from the corner of her eye.

This had to be him. 

The Alpha.

His scent radiated of it, his power easily stronger than that of her old Alphas in Quebec. The thought saddened her in her already fear-stained heart. 

Why is it that bad Alphas were always stronger than her own good ones? Even she didn't know the outcome of the Revolt in Ontario; she was long gone by then. She looked back down again; her furiously heart beating was an ever beating reminder of what predicament she was in. 

She glanced up again, this time, out the window. A clearing and a Ranger Station was in sight. Where they going to stop there? 

No. 

Conroy merely rolled down his window, letting the man at the station see him. Giving him a nod, Conroy rolled up the window and drove passed. Delphi gulped again as they turned off onto a hidden trail. The trail was easily hidden by trees as they went through the mountains before coming up against large fences that seemed to appear from nowhere. 

When she looked through either window, she saw the fencing that seemed to camouflage with the sounding trees and wilderness, having no trouble hiding in the snow either. She felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest and leave her as the fences soundlessly opened for the pick up to drove through, and shut tightly behind them.




Omega Pride Ch. 02



They were here now.

Her wolf knew it. She knew it. She renewed her trembling with vigor; she didn't think she could cry any more. It was time to face one of the most basic rules that every lone or rogue wolf must face:

Join the pack or die.

~*~*~*~

There we go.

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Omega Pride Ch. 03



The 3rd installment of Omega Pride 
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~*~*~*~

The Delaney Compound.

As they went further in, Delphi saw it, fear never once left her heart, especially as the pick up came to a stop. She was trembling again, her eyes even shook in terror as the two next to her and Emanuel got out the car, the light brown/dirty blonde grabbing her arm and dragging her out, this time with less care. She squeaked slightly in pain of her arm, biting her lip to hold in the rest. Though it wasn't going to be ripped from the socket—she hoped—she knew that she was definitely going to have a third bruise to add to her other ones.

"Go park the truck, Conroy," The leader of them told him, who nodded and went to go park it, "Marco, Emanuel, let's go." 

They both nodded and followed him into the compound. Delphi struggled to keep up with them, not having much other choices and her arm stung in pain if she didn't. 

As they passed the homes—which seemed to make a small town on its own—she smelt and saw other wolves in their human, wolf, and Anthro forms: males, females, and pups alike. They all had eyes on her, each smelling her way, curious of her. 

Yet, their serious looks and some of their scowls, even from the pups, the place told her that the Delaney pack lived up to its name somehow.

All too soon, she saw what looked like the manor house of the compound; it was easily bigger than most of the other buildings. It had to be where the Alpha lived. She didn't even get to gasp as she was drug up the rust colored marble front steps harshly, nearly tripping, barely managing to catch herself before being pulled again. She could see the icy white and maroon interior through the glass panels with the decorative wrought-iron inlay. 

As they opened the large mahogany doors, she was pulled through, catching what she could of the house. In truth there was little color to it all past the different shades of brown and white. They sharply turned a corner before opening a pair of large wooden doors to an empty study. The leader growled slightly, causing Delphi to shake, just barely retaining anything that she felt. How was she going to get out of this? 

"Looking for someone, brother?" 

An almost monotone female voice appeared behind them, causing Delphi to finally let out a yelp that she had been holding in the entire time. As they turned, Delphi saw her. 

The woman had medium colored skin and light brown/dirty blonde hair like the leader, her brother, in which she wore up in a messy bun. She wore a loose black pencil skirt, a white zip-front seamed blouse, and black Steve Madden Stokker pumps. 

She had an irritated look in her olive green eyes as she walked up to them. She looked at Delphi with the same harsh eyes, making Delphi quickly lower her eyes again. She didn't like this...

"Who the hell's this, Keric?" The woman spoke to the leader, her scent telling Delphi she was not pleased. 

"Her name is Delphi. We found her wondering around in Jackson," Keric told her as she passed them, making her way into the study with elegance and authority, and sat down in the chair. 

They walked into the study, but the woman focused her stern eyes on Marco and Emanuel. They both quickly stopped moving forward and bowed their heads, turning to leave and closing the door behind them. 

Delphi swallowed in the silence, a lump starting to form there before the female spoke up, "Sit down and relax, puppy. I'm not going to bite unless I feel like it." 

Delphi quickly nodded and sat down, fear and anxiety not leaving her immediately like the woman insisted. 

The female didn't even give a slight snicker like most would have. No clock ticking, no creaking, no sniffing. Not even a sound from the other side of the room's walls. 

Nothing. Just the still air. 

The silence only continued for a moment longer before the female spoke again, "My name Adeline Delaney. I am the Madame Alpha of the Delaney pack if you haven't figured it out. My brother told me you're a lone omega, and for 14 years too. That's quite impressive. But that doesn't answer why. Why were you in Jackson?" 

Delphi's trembles worsted, feeling the harsh tone in Adeline's voice. She knew better than to lie to wolves. Unlike humans, they could easily smell both deceit and emotions. She probably reeked of fear in the car just as much as she did now. 

She sat up in her seat and cleared her throat as best she could, "I...I did not know that there was a wolf pack in Jackson. All I was going to do...w-was make my way west, to Hawaii or the Pacific Islands. When I came here, I scented no wolves, so I continued to do what I needed to survive."

"Why all the way out west? Why not join a pack?" Adeline continued to question the harshness unrelenting. 

"...Be...because I chose not to," Delphi bit her lip as her words came out almost in a whisper. 

Adeline and Keric both shifted in their seats. Adeline folder her fingers together, her elbows on the desk and her eyes narrowed, making her even more intimidating to Delphi, "You chose...not to? Which pack did you belong to before you were lone, puppy?"

"I...belonged to three packs before I chose to be lone, Alpha. I was a part of the Oakens pack in Pennsylvania—" 

Both of the Alphas growled lowly at the mention of the name, causing Delphi to break out in sweat, her eyes shifting fearfully, but fortunately, both stopped, probably sensing and seeing her renewed tenseness. Adeline waved her hand once calming down, "...Carry on, puppy."

"I-I was," Delphi cleared her throat again and shifted in her chair uncomfortably, "I was also a part of the Stenpryde pack in—"

"Stenpryde?" Adeline growled out the name in fury, "That Canadian pack?"

"Y-yes," Delphi whispered, shaking in fear of the female Alpha's anger. 

It was silent for awhile as Adeline was calming down once again. Delphi continued to tremble, her nerves were too high strung to relax. She was scared to say anymore. This was the Delaney pack here, and they now knew she was a part of those two packs before. Would they kill her by association? If Adeline or Keric so wished to, they could kill or have Delphi be killed right now without another word being said. What would happen if she said her original pack's name? Would she freak out or would she murder? Either way would sound like the Delaney way of doing things.

"What was the third pack you were a part of, young one?" Keric asked her from the renewed silence, his words calmer than his sister's, especially at the moment. 

She bit her lip as she continued to shake. 

She didn't want to say it. 

She shouldn't want, but she couldn't say it. She had protected and cherished her original pack's name so long that she felt horrible if she gave it up now. She thought to the fire, their slaughter, how she should have been there, and how they would never come back. She thought of everything about them, their love, their kindness, their laughter, her alphas, her parents. Everything and everyone she cherished in her pack. She didn't even carry it as her current last name it was so important to her. It was the last thing she had of them, and she knew that if she told them, then she would never have it again. 

Adeline growled at Delphi warningly, a bite in each of her words, "What was the third pack you were a part of, puppy?" 

Delphi's lips trembled. Her already dried up tears still had a little energy left, as a weak, yet single tear trailed down her face.

"M-Méraudin. M-My first pack...was the Méraudin pack in Qu...Quebec."

Once again, everything fell to dreaded silence.

"...Méraudin? ...You're the last survivor of the Méraudin Pack, puppy?" Adeline asked, in a way that both surprised and frightened Delphi. 

She looked up slightly, and took a small intake of breath. Adeline's eyes had softened a bit onto her. Keric didn't seem as ridged either. Delphi nodded, "...Yes." 

The silence began again. This time, though the energy in the room seemed temporarily softer, Delphi shook with the pain of having to reveal her old pack's name. She didn't want to give it up, not now, not ever! But once again...the Moon Goddess always shows her things can never go her way, and that she should never want. Ever. 

The silence broke again as reality came back to her once she heard Adeline speak in her original monotone voice, "You're staying here." 

Delphi flinched at those words. She was afraid of that. She knew it would happen. She just didn't want to hear it. It also yet again dawned on her. 

She was being forced to be in the Delaney Pack.

Her blood ran cold at what she realized has happened. One of the doors to the study opened slowly, revealing a young brunette who, like everyone else in this pack, brought a serious air with her, "Yes, Madam Alpha?"

"Puppy, this is Katalin, an Omega like you. Katalin, this is Delphi. I would like you to take her to the servant quarters and I would like you and your sister to advise her about the Delaney pack ways. You're both excused," Adeline got up from her seat and started to walk toward Keric as Katalin bowed her head to her and went for Delphi.

"W-wait...Madame Alpha?" Delphi got up, but spoke almost hesitantly. 

Adeline looked at her, stopping, "What?"

"I have a job back in Jackson. At a café. When I left, I was...feeling extremely..." Delphi trailed off.

"Afraid?" Adeline finished and Delphi nodded.

"And I'm sure my boss noticed. I believe that she might be worried about me," Delphi spoke, her eyes on the floor.

"And we did chase after her barely a few moments after she fled," Keric added in a matter-of-fact voice.

Adeline sighed in an annoyed manner. She looked back at Delphi, "Fine. Tomorrow, you will accompany Katalin and her sister to café. You are to quit your job there. You are no longer a lone wolf and your place is here. Understood?" 

Sadness filled Delphi's heart as she nodded and turned to leave with Katalin, who closed the doors behind them to leave her new Alphas alone. 

"Keep up. The others are not use to you yet. Females of the other ranks would want you to submit to them and the unmated males will have eyes on you," Katalin spoke to her in a light yet cold voice, her petite body out-walking Delphi in speed. 

She couldn't believe this. Everything, her job, her goals, her promise to never join another pack, her way of life, was gone with just a few words. She had gotten herself caught, and now, her life was no longer hers. 

Though, inside of herself, her wolf did settle. Though still wary of their new home, it was just that: their home. They didn't have to run anymore, no more rundowns, no more lonely nights, and no more fending for herself. 

"But...don't forget," Delphi reminded her other self, "No pack is to be trusted. This pack is known for its hostility, its distantness, its aggression; it may be far worse than the other packs we have faced and other packs we've been in...No. We can't settle. I don't know how, but we have to find a way to leave this pack. We can't give up. We've come way to far..." 

Her wolf whined at her thoughts. We can relax now. We are safe. 

Delphi debated on listening to her wolf's instincts this time. Before she really could though, Katalin spoke, "We're here." She went forward and opened the door to the flat.

It was silent as they entered the house. Katalin closed the door and let out a sigh, which startled Delphi. 

"...What?" Katalin asked, less icy than when she was walking. 

"N...Nothing," Delphi shook her head slightly.

Getting up from her lean against the door, Katalin narrowed her eyes at her, "Look. Don't lie to me. What is bothering you?"

"Just...um...why were you so cold out there, but not here?" Delphi asked, failing to find a way around it.

Katalin studied her, "We're not heartless. Delphi, was it? If the pack was so, the Alpha would have killed you the moment you got here, despite how busy he is." 

Delphi gulped, thinking about Keric and Adeline, knowing that was true. She saw right through her. Of course she had. Who couldn't? When Delphi scented her, she could tell she was easily stronger than her. In fact, Katalin was easily as strong as a Delta in her old pack. Delphi wanted to ask, but decided against it, fearing the outcome. 

Katalin walked past her and called through the house, "Kamilla? Oscar? Lain? Jeremy? Tuomas? Is anyone here?" 

The sound of a room opened, steady steps were heard down the hall and from it came someone who looked almost exactly like Katalin. Her hair was short, straight and in a v cut compared to Katalin's shoulder length and curly hair, and her cheeks seemed more rounded than Katalin's. As well, her eyes were dark brown while Katalin's were a lighter shade. 

"I'm sorry, sister. The others are working. It' just me," The woman spoke to her, but at the same time sniffed and looked over at Delphi, her eyes held a bitter stare at her, "Who's this, Katalin?"

"Delphi. She's a new omega to the pack," Katalin told her sister. 

Her sister studied her, her cool gaze unchanging, "...Are you sure she's even that? The pack she came from wasn't that strong was it?"

Delphi bit back a growl that both she and her wolf wanted. She may have been weaker than them, but how dare she?! She knew nothing about her original pack! 

"Not all packs are strong. She is an omega, Kamilla. Madame Alpha demands that we are to look after her and have her help with our duties," Katalin sat down while Kamilla rolled her eyes, her lip twitched in aggravation, "It seems you will finally be getting a bunkmate." 

Kamilla gave her a low growl, almost a groan of protest. Her attention turned to back to Delphi, "Delphi was it?" 

Delphi nodded, not trusting her voice to not growl at her. 

"I'll show you to the bedroom," Kamilla leaned again the wall, "Anything else we have to do, Katalin?" 

"Just one. Tomorrow, she has to go back to Jackson to quit her human job," Katalin told her, relaxing her eyes. 

Kamilla grunted before heading back to the room, cold aggravation lined her words, "Are you coming or not?"

~*~*~*~

"You'll be staying here," Kamilla lead her into a bedroom that was smaller than the Motel 6 room, but still large enough for two people to live there comfortably, "That bed and drawer is yours." 

Delphi went over to the single sized bed. The sheets were umber colored and when she sat down, it felt a little rigid, but far more comfortable than the grounds she's slept on, "...Thank you—"

"Don't thank me," Kamilla cut her off, ice didn't leave her voice as she stressed those words and folded her arms, leaning in the door way, "There was bound to be another Omega in here eventually. I just didn't think I'd be sharing it with someone weaker than me."

Once again, Delphi's wolf growled and this time, she could only make it a near silent one as it escaped her throat, "I didn't ask for any of this. I understand I am weaker for an Omega in this pack, but the Moon Goddess has deemed—" 

Before Delphi knew it, Kamilla had her pinned on the floor, causing Delphi to hiss in pain; the bruise on her back had made contact with it. Kamilla growled threateningly, her eyes were filled with more animosity than she had just first meeting her, "Here's a little warning for you, so you don't have someone with real power here tearing your throat out for saying something as stupid as that." 

"As...as what?" Delphi swallowed, starting to feel unease under her skin. 

"The so-called 'Moon Goddess' that every pack claims to be convinced exists," Kamilla's eyes never left hers. 

W-what? What did she say? 

"What do you mean? Of course she exists," Delphi asked, "Saying she doesn't is like how humans say we don't."

"But humans have seen us. They just don't believe their eyes, nor do they give a fuck to hunt us out anymore. Not like their stupid offspring are still raised in the older ways," Kamilla spoke of them bitterly.

"They're not stu—"

"You listen to the bullshit lies of past generations, of other packs," She interrupted Delphi, "It's asinine. To worship a single moon, who supposedly only gives us real power during the Full Moon? What about the other moons in the universe? It is a rock that sits there in space. There is no 'Moon Goddess'." 

"Then who made us?" Delphi challenged, but regretted her tone as she said it and changed to a more humble one, "...How can you be so sure?"

Kamilla's gazed did not change, "The nine Alpha Deities made us."

"...What? Deities? That's not true," She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Delaney pack was crazy. 

"It is. What governs our powers isn't the moon. It's the phases. There is a deity for all nine phases, eclipse included. They're not limited to a mere moon of Earth like the 'Moon Goddess' is," Kamilla practically spat out, "Now, you may continue to believe in your false god, but don't mention it here. None of the others would tolerate it like I have." 

She slowly got up off of Delphi and backed up, letting her get up on her own. 

"One more thing," She then grabbed her shirt tightly in a bundle, making her warning loud and clear to Delphi, "Don't ever growl at me again. I'll just kill you next time." 

As she let go, she turned to the door, "Now come, I'll show you the rest of the Omega quarters and the compound."

~*~*~*~

The drive back up to Jackson was in heavy silence. Delphi, Kamilla, and Katalin had no reason to speak to each other; the twins knew the way and Delphi didn't want to talk to them. 

She realized how much she didn't like it in the Delaney pack. She was sure that they didn't like her either. Last night, she was shown the compound. Though it was spacious, even though she was introduced properly, their hostile gazes hadn't changed from when she first entered, very much like Kamilla's hadn't. When it was just Katalin, Kamilla, and herself, females would look at her, their eyes practically demanding her to submit to them, which she did without question. She managed to avoid the males, but even so, the wolves she currently wanted to avoid were in the car with her.

She didn't believe a word Kamilla had said to her last night. She didn't want to. Delphi looked out the window, not seeing much past the new snow and wilderness; not that she was actually looking at it. How dare she talk about the Moon Goddess like that? She has done nothing but protect the wolves for many millennia, yet Kamilla talks ill about her, that she...doesn't exist? Delphi held back a sigh. All other packs believed in her, yet the Delaney pack chooses to be polytheistic. 

"Just another reason to leave," Delphi thought as she continued to look out the window.

~*~*~*~

"Delphi!" Kathy practically bowled Delphi over as she entered the café; Delphi did her best to not even flinch when she touched her back, "Are you alright, hon? Are you hurt? What—" 

She stopped, seeing Katalin sitting in the car and Kamilla watching them as she leaned against the car hood. 

"They're with me," Delphi told her quickly, catching her mistrustful gaze. 

Kathy's face didn't change intensity, "...Come with me to the back so we can talk in private." She grabbed Delphi's hand before she could make an effort not to and pulled her in the back room. 

"What happened?" Kathy asked the moment they were out of ear shot to anyone, "You were so restless last night, and when you left, those guys went after you out like you were a criminal." 

Delphi looked at her sadly, "...I can't really tell you, Kathy." 

"Why? Are you a criminal?" Kathy asked, concern coated over her face. 

"No." 

"Wanted by a criminal?" 

"No." 

"On the run?" 

"No. Not—" 

"Then why?" Kathy asked her. 

Delphi closed her eyes and took in a silent yet deep breath before opening them again, "I quit, Kathy."




Omega Pride Ch. 03



Kathy stared at her as if she grew a second head before blinking and shook her head, narrowing inquiring eyes at her, "...Are they making you?"

"Kath—" Delphi started. 

"Those ladies have the same look in their eyes that those guys last night had, and frankly, I don't like it," Anger started to mix in with the worry that Kathy had. 

"Kathy—" 

Kathy held her hand up, "No. I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you. Do you know anyone a part of protective services, because I know some people from the sheriff's department who can help us—"

"Kat—"

"You are going to stay with me tonight, you hear me? It will be safe there," Kathy's emotions were up in the air as she held her hands tightly.

"Kathy!" Delphi didn't want to yell, but it got her attention. She let out a sigh and returned her voice to a whisper once again, "I have to quit Kathy. I know what you saw last night seemed a lot like what you thought you saw, but it wasn't...I'm safe. I'm safe now." 

Kathy grabbed her shoulders lightly, searching her eyes for anything different. After awhile, she relented, her lips trembling as she hugged her, "...Alright..." 

She backed away to look her in the eye, "But if you ever need anything, want your job back, or just some one to talk to, I'm here. In fact," She took her pen and paper and scribbled something down before handing it to her, "Call me. There's my number and my address." She then folded the paper in Delphi's hand, giving her a weak smile, "Don't be a stranger, hon." 

Returning the same smile, Delphi nodded, "I'll try." 

"Oh. Here. Before I forget," Kathy left again, and returned with a check, "It's not that much since you've only been here for a week..." 

As she handed it to her, Delphi's sunken heart sunk deeper, "...Thank you." 

With one last hug she turned and left. She was happy she wore her scarf that day. If she hadn't, she doubted Kathy would have let her leave.

~*~*~*~

"Wait," Delphi told them before the drove off to far. 

Katalin looked at her through the rear view mirror, "What now?"

"...I need to go to Motel 6 to check out," Delphi told them. 

After a few moments, Kamilla gave an agitated huff and drove to the motel, "Make it quick." 

Delphi nodded and headed for her rented room.

~*~*~*~

A new wave of grief washed over Delphi as she opened the door to the Motel. Slowly, stepping in, she looked around and took in the scent. It still smelt like her, letting her know that the housekeeper hadn't even come in. She ran her hand over the desks, chairs, and bed. 

This place shouldn't have mattered to her. In truth it didn't. What did was what it stood for. Even though she didn't like running all the time, she had gotten use to the human trait of making it on her own, to have to worry about yourself and only yourself, and that every thing you had, you earned and strived for it by yourself. Though she knew she should never want, what she cherished was the independence, the freedom that life is what you make it. 

She went into her pocket and pulled out the check and paper that held the number: The last two things she's earned on her own, even if she never was able to call Kathy nor cash it in. Taking a look about...her room, she picked up her backpack that lay against the chair. 

Her wolf whined again at Delphi's depression. It will be alright. We are going home now. 

Delphi shook her head, "No, we're not." She decided against the instincts of her wolf, "But we will bide our time instead of running for now." 

Now that she wasn't as fearful as yesterday, she was able to clearly see the directions and road they took when she looked out the windows. On her way up here the first time, she had ridden the bus right through the Delaney territory to get to Jackson. If she wanted to leave without them catching her, she would have to flee west to Idaho, facing the Rocky Mountains and the possibility of more wolf packs. The best route would be to go south, but that is also where the compound was. The other two directions wouldn't work since that was still pack territory.

Her wolf whined yet again. We don't have to run. Just stay. Our Alphas will protect us. 

"Our Alphas did protect us, and they're dead now," Delphi told her, putting her backpack on, "Now not another thought of this." 

Delphi's wolf yielded and went to her resting place for now. 

Delphi thought of her dreams then. She couldn't help it. She thought of the man and his wolf and how they called to her mind, body, and soul. The very thought of them would get her aroused, even now in this situation. 

But she wasn't stupid. She's been having dreams of him since she first came up to Jackson, so he had to be somewhere up here. Even though her other self came back to the surface of her thoughts whenever she thought about him and wanted him, she pushed her back, especially now. The best thing to do was get out of here before she accidentally found him, or he found her. 

Even though she wanted him to hold her with his strong, muscular arms, wrapping her tightly into his warm 6-pack chest, basking in his scent as they made love and drove himself inside her with his rock-hard cock—

Delphi's eyes snapped open and shook her head, trying to rid herself from the ideas and the heat from her legs as she went for the door. With one last look at what use to be her freedom, she turned and closed it behind her. 

After returning the keys to the check out, she got back in the car smoothly, "I'm finished." Without another glance, they drove off back to the den.

~*~*~*~

"Where do I put these?" Delphi asked Katalin, asking her after she removed the brisket from the oven. 

Katalin looked over before resuming chopping the potatoes into slices, "Wrap them in aluminum foil and put them back in. Follow your nose from there." 

Delphi nodded and did as she was told. She found out that the chores of Omegas rotated through out the week, and those from their house were in charge of the kitchen today. Though she didn't like being pack again, the feeling of doing something for people other than herself, serving a larger group brought a smile to her face, even slightly. 

"Hurry it up. Lunch starts at 1 and we will not be upsetting the others over you," Kamilla growled as she finished up the honey BBQ ribs.

Delphi nodded, but at the same time, she and her wolf was getting more and more irritated with her as the hours pasted. However, she knew it was better not to pick a fight with anyone in this pack. 

"Hey, is anyone finished in here?" A man with a military buzz cut strode in, and from the looks of it, it would be blonde if he grew it out. His body was no where near as massive as the other guys Delphi's seen here, but he definitely kept his build strong. 

He had been introduced yesterday as Oscar, one of her housemates and fellow Omegas. However, just like everyone in this pack, he gave her the cold shoulder too. 

His hazel eyes moved through the kitchen before settling on Delphi, "You." 

Delphi looked up at him as she continued to wrap the last brisket, "Yes?" 

"You done?" His arms were crossed. 

"Y-yes," Delphi nodded as she put the last brisket in the oven and went and washed her hands of the grease. 

"Good," He then went over to the large cabinets and took out the plates. Going back over, he easily stacked several in her arms when she finished drying, catching her off guard a bit, "Help set the table. 35 at each one. Move quickly. Don't drop anything."

He then turned and she followed, biting her lip, but kept her frustrations to herself. As she went to the first of the three long dining tables, her thoughts flashed through her mind. She didn't mind so much if the Thetas or higher ranks treated her this way. She didn't like it, but sadly she understood why, and she could handle it. But when someone of her own rank... 

She sighed. She didn't need to bring it up again that day. She'd rather focus on just getting the task done and then retiring back to Kamilla's bedroom so she could plan her escape. She was definitely thinking to pick up some vinegar next time she went out into town. 

Whenever that was.

Delphi didn't automatically pick up the sounds of banging, running, and sudden yelling in the manor; she was too busy on the ideas on her mind. However, she did pick up a scent, and her wolf started to growl intimidating inside her.

A little before she heard the sudden and menacing growl in the doorway.

Delphi's heart swiftly quickened, and did so faster when she saw the abrupt look of fear on Oscar's face; his build arms were shaking, the clattering sound of the plates he held were proof of that. She followed where his temporary gaze was directed and saw it.

A male, growling and breathing deeply, stood in the door way of the dining room in the nude. He was tall, taller than her by far—6'5", 6'6" maybe—and was powerfully built, but not bulky.

His hair, which seemed black at first, was actually dark, dark brown when the sun hit off of it. It just hit his bronze colored shoulders in a wavy mess, covering his wild emerald eyes partially, and giving him a dark, bad boy look. 

As she trailed south past his hard 6-pack abs, her eyes widen and she had the good graces to blush. He wasn't even hard and it was still big! 

Wait.

As she looked quickly back up to his feral eyes, she noticed he was staring at her! She gulped slightly and averted her eyes, trying to back away much like Oscar was doing. 

Yet... 

Her wolf was growling at him with no chance of remorse. 

"What are you doing?! That's a higher up! He'll kill us easily!" Delphi thought, showing her panic to her wolf, but her other self didn't cease her hostile growls, her hackles high and ready to burst through her human if she needed to. 

Before Delphi could get another step, the male sprinted and lunged at her, causing all the remaining plates that she carried to fly into the air. Before she hit the floor, her body was covered in his as he rolled, keeping her safe as the glassware shattered on the floor. 

He was still on top of her however; he was bent at his knees and held Delphi's arms pinned to the ground. 

Delphi felt the fear rise in her heart; everything was so quick and a daze threatened her sight. Her wolf continued to snarl deeply, trying to surface, but she willed herself not to show it in anyway she could in her present state as the male inhaled her scent at her neck and moved southward between her thighs and sniffed deeply into her womanhood, causing her to gasp and stiffen. 

He abruptly looked up, snarling forebodingly at Oscar, who shook in fear and backed his way out of the room, careful not to run. 

"Wait! Wyatt!" The sound of Adeline's voice along with several other foot steps entered the dinning room and stopped once seeing them. 

"Wait," Adeline held up her hands calmly and started to approach him, "That's just an—" 

Wyatt barked at her before she could finish, snarling at her and the other males. He crouched lower, his hair touching her chin as he glared at them. His voice came out mixed in a growl, 

"Mine... She's MINE!"

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Omega Pride Ch. 04



The fourth installment of Omega Pride
In this chapter, there will be more than Delphi's POV
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Hope you all enjoy it



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The day prior....



Wyatt stalked toward the elk, his body remaining low as he hid behind a bush so his black-brown and gray fur wouldn't be noticed. 

Before the bull could even look up and take a sense into realization at what was happening, Wyatt charged at it, seizing it by its throat with his strong jaws. It let out a fearful and indignant cry right before Wyatt's jaws tautened on its throat further and sharply twisted his head, breaking its neck with the momentum; its body fell almost soundlessly into the snow. 

He looked around before indulging in his fresh kill. In truth, Wyatt didn't need to be hunting this far north in the pack territory, but he needed to clear his mind, and going on lengthy runs and occasional hunts did just that.

For the past week he's been having recurring dreams of "her", his mate. The very thought of her made his wolf go wild with want, desperate to hunt her out, where ever she may be, and since he's had those dreams, he knew she was close. Every night they got stronger, the need to mate, protect, and keep her forever by his side grew, and it almost drove him stark raving mad with lust and longing. 

As he absent-mindedly ate through the bull, he couldn't help but think of last night's dream with her.

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The smell of Lodgepole pine, fresh snow, and dampened forest grounds made him open his eyes. He looked down at himself. He hadn't shifted to his human form in the night; else he would have felt the change in his sleep. 

"A dream then," He closed his naturally feral emerald eyes. He knew all too soon as what was about to happen as he heard the rustle of the surrounding bushes, his wolf approaching him before his eyes reopened. 

They stood a part, facing another, each already knew and accepted each other's existence. 

His wolf impatiently began to throatily growl at him, and Wyatt felt that same frustrating tug—that both irritating and keen pull—they both shared. His wolf couldn't wait. He needed her, and he was far too eager to see her here again. 

Wyatt didn't know how long even these intense dreams would be able sate them. They both raised their heads to the sky and scented the air. The forest air was pure and crisp, but it wasn't the scent of the one they so craved. 

Taking off into a sprint, they continued to hunt for it, searching for the scent—her scent—frantically through the woods, the wind they created with their speed ran through his wolf's fur and his hair and whipped past his ears. 

Where? Where is she? His wolf's thoughts echoed his own. If he was here, then surely she was too. 

A fresh scent that smelt of fresh water from a brook, and two distinctive fruits: Cucumber, Honeydew Green Melon, rushed through their noses as if looking for them, causing a growl to rumble from both of their chests right before his wolf let out a howl of longing and desire.

They found her.

They charged through the brush and thicket, his wolf not ceasing his howls as he hadn't all the other nights, Wyatt's dick hardened as they got closer to them; blood rushing through his veins with speed unmatched. 

Where? Where? He stopped in his tracks when his wolf did as he heard the familiar and sultry sound of his mate's wolf.

Once again, the beautiful she-wolf, full of defiance, turned and growled at his approaching wolf, her white, golden blonde, and gray fur rose on her sleek and agile body. Her magnetic orange to blue-gray eyes showed the intensity that lay in them. 

She did this every night: Challenge. Fight. Submit. 

It still enthralled him as much as it did his wolf; she would be a good mate. His heart rate quickened as he watched her charge at him, snapping at his wolf's haunches. 

An attack from the side this time.

His wolf easily avoided her bites. He dwarfed her without difficulty; each of her moves too readable to him, especially with his height. She would need to work on that. 

Before she could turn, his wolf pounced on her, biting the scruff of her neck. 

She let out a yelp; her head shook from side to side while she growled and snapped at him, paws reached for him to push him off. She was only able to do it once before he charged again. 

This time, he grabbed her scruff and toppled over her, pinning her body to ground with his own. 

She growled back once more, her pride didn't relent. 

Neither did his wolf's as he growled at her back, her neck still in his strong jaws as he wanted—demanded—she accept his dominance over her. The fight was far too short, but his wolf needed to taste her—to have her underneath him as he pounded into her warmth, and he couldn't wait any longer... 

With a whine from her, she stilled under him and relented; it was over. 

Wyatt's breathing was heavy with need, his lips felt dry to him as his wolf nudged her muzzle lightly before getting off of her. 

She didn't move until he was off, raising her ass and tail to the side for him without him prodding it out of the way. 

Wyatt's cock twitched as his wolf sniffed in her addictive scent, relishing in it before he licked her pulsing snatch, earning an almost silent mewl of need from her.

But he wouldn't give into her this time. He continued to lick her in long, almost torturous, strokes; her taste just as satisfying as—if not more than—her scent. 

Her juices flowed freely from her at his teasing. Her breathing picked up when he lightly prodded inside of her with the tip of his tongue before retreating back to licking her folds. 

She gave a low whine of disappointment, trying to stay low as he had commanded her on previous nights; she shook with anticipation. 

He then entered her with his tongue again, giving her inner walls a good lick before retreating once more. 

She whined louder, but still she tried to remain still for him. 

He went back to licking her wet folds—fast and steady—before sinking in and withdrawing out. 

Then again. 

And again...and again. 

This made her growl and whine loudly at him, it was becoming too much to take, and she needed his cock inside her. 

His wolf looked at her; his engorged wolf cock was throbbing with want. He would take his mate again. 

Before she could let out another anticipant whine, he mounted her and plunged himself inside her awaiting pussy. 

She yelped in delight at this, and more so when he started to work his way in and out of her; no boundaries. 

No limitations. 

No teasing. 

Just what his wolf—their wolves—needed as they fucked with pure carnal need. 

Wyatt's blood was in sync with his wolf's: each beat. 

Each stroke. 

Each sound. 

But he couldn't just stand to watch them. He needed her. 

He needed her right now. 

Wyatt looked up in front of him as he saw her again. Yes. She wasn't but 15 feet away and as naked as day, her body perfect in the combinations of curves and nimble physique. 

Yet...

Once again, her back was turned to him. He could see her olive-toned body quiver, in perfect sync with her wolf as well. 

Yet she dare not turn. 

Dare not look at what was calling to her as well. 

Wyatt's upper lip twitched, his cock bobbed with each of his movements as he neared her. "Why do you not look at me, mate?" His words came out husky and deep, thick with need. 

She tensed at his words, her back still faced him. She wouldn't turn for him, but she would never run either: he could scent her arousal, her dire need that matched his perfectly, yet she didn't act upon it. 

He reached out to her and pulled her into an embrace, her height allowed her to fit snug into his chest, "Why do you fight this?" 

He could feel her tremble; both of fear and anticipation.

He brushed her silky hair back, bending down to her ear as he did so, "Don't be afraid of this. We are fated to each other..." 

With that, he lightly licked the side of her ear teasingly, nibbling her earlobe slightly; her breathing hitched in her throat. 

He trailed multiple kisses and nips down her neck; one hand lightly grasped and kneaded her right breast, earning a voiceless gasp past his mate's lips; he wished she could turn so he could kiss them and explore her mouth. 

His kneading continued as he neared her nipple—brushing it between his fingers. 

The sound of her biting her lip to remain silent did not deter him. 

In fact, it encouraged him to make her call out in ecstasy, make her howl in pleasure. His free hand stroked down her side...his fingers caressing her body down her stomach...his thumb found its way down her sensitive skin, circling her belly button before trailing slowly down through her mound, pulling small and anticipant pants from her. 

Her breathing hitched as he reached for her clit. When he touched her hood, she let out a slight whimper between her bitten lips. 

His feather light kisses continued down her neck and to her shoulder and back up to where her neck and shoulder joined, nipping at the area, causing his mate to shiver. 

If only she would turn and face him, but even now she refused. His hand on her breast and susceptible nipple tugged lightly at the bud before circling it once more. 

Her breaths were uneven as he continued to rub her red bit; unconsciously she opened her legs wider for him. 

He trailed down to her wet outer lips, stroking against them with his middle finger...and then a second finger followed suit. His deprived cock twitched before he rubbed it up and down against her lower back a tad, but this barely got the edge off that he needed; he needed more. Way more than that. 

One of his fingers slid between her lips, circling her wet and ready hole, a moan escaping her lips before he entered her with it. A louder one this time as her puss pulsed around his invading digit. 

And suddenly, she was gone.

Time stood still. Not a sound was heard. He didn't breath, and he was sure his heart stopped as well. Shock, disbelief, and realization took its time to reach for him. He turned his head slowly at his wolf, his other self had the same look on his face. 

"...Did she...just? ....Did she...wake up...? Just now...? Now?" The thought finally reached them, causing his shock to turn to fury while his wolf let out a frustrated growl, "She woke up!" 

Wyatt barked, his anger rising with each passing moment, "Why did she leave me?! Doesn't she want this just as much as I do?!" 

Pure wanton rage echoed throughout his heated body as he paced. He let out a yell as punch a tree, the poor tree having a hole in its center, losing stability as it came crashing down into the snow, further disturbing what was supposed to be a glorious dream. 

"WHY?!" He bellowed in forest, nothing but the sounds of his wolf's howls and his words echoes reached him. A growl came out in each breath as he moved about, trudging through the almost soundless snow. 

He looked furiously at the moon, almost wanting to curse before he looked down, running a hand through his hair. He then stopped pacing. His breathing started to relax a bit as another awareness made him look up at the moon once more.

It was a Waning Gibbous; The Deity of Mating and Fate's phase.

...That's right. The Goddess of Mating wouldn't deter him like this. She knew that their mating would happen soon, and he had to be patient for her. 

"But for how long?" Wyatt grumbled out, "How long must I wait before I can claim what is mine?!" 

The phase didn't change, but he felt the non-existent wind pick up and whisper past his ears, "......Soon......"

Wyatt opened his eyes from his memory and looked up at the night sky, his kill finished. It was a Waning Gibbous here too—the first night of it—and it was a most fortunate sign that what the Goddess said was true. He'd have her soon. But first, he needed to return to the pack. Two days on his own was enough.

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Morning had come, the winter wonderland brought grace and serenity. The sun peeked warmly from behind the clouds, giving a pleasant and gentle air this morning. Wyatt was anything but pleasant. He was pissed. He didn't have a dream with her last night, hell, he didn't dream at all! 

He was sure any animal that remained here could sense his fury: those hibernating woke up with a start, those awake running for shelter. Everything turning to silence as he ran, the cool snow even seemed to melt quickly under his rampaging feet.

"How dare she?" He thought furiously, "She's trying to avoid me!! She's trying to avoid fate, isn't she?!" 

He slowed down, breathing hard, but not because he was tired, as he tried to think logically, "What's wrong with me? This is not the Delaney pack way. Emotions like this cause weakness. It is best to remain impassive, cold to everyone, and to focus on physical and mental strength. To show anxiety like this isn't right, even if it's toward your mate—" 

The very moment the thought of his mate hit him, he snarled at himself, his feral side returning as he took off into a sprint again, "No! She's my mate! Her place is by my side! I can't be impassive while she's so near! Why has she not tried to seek me out yet! I have for her! What is she possibly thinking?!" 

He stopped once again and started to pace back and forth, trying to reason with himself, "The Alpha Deity promised me. I just have to be patient. She and I will be mated." He started to pace himself again as he headed for the compound.

"When?!" His wolf howled his mind, setting him off into a sprint once more, "Another wolf might claim her! I have to have her now! No other wolf may DARE touch her!" 

He was struggling with the internal battle with himself, "No. No one will. Patience is a virtue. The Deities have taught us that." 

"But...What if she doesn't want to be mated with me?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, "...Doesn't....want...to?" 

The thought turned to words, and his words put him in overdrive as he ran once more, his feral side returning with a vengeance and overthrew his logic, "That's not her choice!! She will be!! When I return, I'll get some of the others to go look for her. Just you wait, my elusive mate!" He sprinted back toward the Delaney pack den, his mind made up in this matter.

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Once in sight of the compound, he stopped, skidding his feet in the snow when he breathed in. The air...that scent... His wolf roared to life inside of him, his already feral eyes turned even wilder with each heartbeat, the emerald in his irises glowing brightly.

It's her!

This is her scent!

He took off into a sprint once more as he tore through the compound. Many of the lower ranks backed away, some yelped in shock, startled by the tension that radiated off him as he ran toward the manor. 

"Where is she? Where is she?" Wyatt thought in a frenzy, "Where is she?!" 

Without much other thought, he literally ripped the front left door of the manor off its hinges, tossing it out of his way as he ran in, following his nose past Conroy, Emmanuel, and two females, who were equally as startled, but he could care less about them at this moment. He charged into Adeline's study, bursting the doors open and imbedding the doorknobs in the wall, shaking the hinges lose, but not entirely broken.

"Wyatt?" Keric stood in concern from his seat. 

"What's wrong?" Adeline asked, standing from her desk and stepping forward toward him. 

Wyatt growled deeply, stopping both of them from approaching him, "Where?" 

"What?" Adeline asked, but Wyatt ignored her as he turned and ran out the room. 

"Wyatt!" Adeline shouted, chasing after him along with Keric, Conroy and Emmanuel following suit as well. 

"Where are you hiding?!" Wyatt growled deeply as he ran toward the Omega quarters, trailing out her scent as he slammed the door to one of the flats open. 

"Not here either!"

Snarling in his chest he turned and passed Adeline and the others just as they got there. 

"Wyatt! What is wrong?!" Confused, Adeline continued to run after him, "I admitted in an Omega female! What's so wrong?" 

He didn't hear her as he dashed back to the manor. 

"Wyatt! It's just an Omega!" Adeline yelled, but once again her voice didn't reach his ears, his wolf howled in his head, their rage and need increasing with every heartbeat, every second he couldn't find her. 

He was long past the point of no return as he sniffed the air again, running up into the manor once more. 

Stronger. It was stronger now! 

He made a sharp right turn down the hallway slamming a little into the wall but maintained momentum as he rushed toward the dining hall. 

He fortunately didn't have to slam the dining hall's glass doors as they were not only open, but he stopped running, breathing deep and long.

She's here.

Right in front of him, there she was.

It was pure irony that her back was too him; she was setting plates on the tables. She's here. She can't leave us now, His wolf howled in his mind and the very thought made him growl out loud. He saw her stiffen as he did. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she turned and faced him for the first time. 

"Damn she's beautiful," Wyatt thought, as he finally saw his mate's face, her orange to blue-gray eyes wide as she looked back at him, and her slightly up turned nose's nostrils flared out as if she was trying to scent him back. 

Her dark auburn hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, her bangs wavy as it trailed down the sides, cupping her face. 

His mate's chest heaved, and when she finally gave Wyatt eye contact, she quickly averted her gaze to the ground. 

Wyatt narrowed his eyes in confusion at this, but that confusion soon disappeared when she started to back away from him. 

"No!" Before he could think anything else, he ran at her and grabbed her. Remembering that she was carrying plates, he rolled, protecting her from the glass that shattered onto the ground. He pinned her underneath him, her eyes seemed dazed, but she was alright. 

He felt electricity run through him when he touched her soft skin, causing his blood to start heading toward his nether regions. Her wrists fit so easily in his hands before he drew them up to interlace their fingers together. He bent his head down and inhaled her scent on her neck. 

"It's her," his thoughts echoed through his head as he slowly trailed down to her crotch, pressing his nose again her as her smell was stronger here, "It's really her." 

As he began to pull away, he scented a totally different scent that threw him off a bit. He looked sharply up as he scented the male Omega standing across from them, his fear and shock reeked in the air. A low and hostile growl escaped Wyatt's throat. 

"Go away. NOW!" He projected at the male. 

The male shook violently in fear as he made his way out. 

"No one will dare take her from me," Wyatt thought, in sync with his wolf, "No one!" 

"Wait! Wyatt!" Adeline ran inside the dining hall, along with Conroy, Emmanuel, Marco, and Keric now. 

"Wait," Adeline took a step toward him, "That's just a—" 

Wyatt barked loudly at her. "That?!" He as his wolf thought, livid. 

"Mine...She's MINE!" Wyatt barked out as he lowered protectively over her, especially as there were more males near his mate.

Adeline's and about everyone else's eyes widened as those words left his lips, but Wyatt could care less as he once again faced his mate, taking in her scent at her neck. However he stopped upon what he saw. Inside, he wanted to rip his throat out for not noticing it earlier.

It was healing, but there was a large bruise on her neck that looked like she had been recently strangled.

Wyatt's breathing shallowed as his head slowly turned to her left arm, seeing the bruise that lay right under her elbow in the shape of a grip, also in the same condition as her other one. "...Who...?" His word came out more wolf that human, "Who did this..?!" 




Omega Pride Ch. 04



His sniffed at the one on her neck first. The scent was faint, but it was still there. He turned and quickly did the same for her arm. 

He saw red as his eyes showed absolute fury as he growled, "Marco...Conroy..." 

It that moment, he was off of her and in front of Marco as he punched him in the dead center of his face, sending him flying as he hit the floor face first and skid down before his body turned and tumbled down the hallway floor with the same impetus; he landed against the wall of the staircase, crashing the icy white drywall inward along with sounds of cracking in his body. 

Conroy didn't even get a chance to face him as Wyatt grabbed him by his throat and shoved him up, sending him straight through the wall and into the living room as he slammed onto the coffee table, the glass shattered and frame destroyed by his weight. 

Just as Conroy twitched and started to stir a bit, Wyatt ran up to him and forcibly grabbed him by his throat, slamming him hard into the wall. 

The females who were there from before backed away from them, utter terror on their face, but they knew better than to stay in there and watch as they walked quickly outside without even so much as a glance back. 

Conroy looked at Wyatt with wide eyes as he struggled to breath. He tried to lift his chin and turn his neck toward Wyatt, trying to bare his submission to him. 

However, as he did, Wyatt's nails sharpened to claws as he dug them into Conroy's neck, threatening to tear open his arteries and causing Conroy to twitch in pain. 

"I have no reason to accept you submission, Conroy Delaney," Wyatt's voice was almost in a whisper, his lips twitched with his words, "Neither yours nor Marco's." 

When Wyatt tightened his grip and started to pierce his arteries, Conroy tried to grasp at his hand on his throat, but he was losing strength and soon blood, his eyes starting to roll to the back of his head.

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Delphi snapped out of her daze when the male got off of her. She sat up and watched in sheer terror as the male—Wyatt—hurled Conroy and punched Marco in his rage using the same speed he used on her. Shaking her head from the rest of the stars she saw, Delphi scrabbled back as she pulled herself to stand against the wall. 

However, she couldn't move from that spot. She couldn't run at all as she watched Wyatt run up to Conroy and slam him into the wall, imbedding him inside it as he choked him. Her eyes shakily looked at Adeline and Keric, her lips dry and trembling—not even a sound was able to escape them. 

"Why..? Why?!" Delphi thought as she looked back and forth from Wyatt to them, "Why...are the Alphas just standing there?!" 

Her body shook against the wall, her legs a fierce combination of weak and stiff. 

"Wyatt!" Adeline shouted, her monotone voice held an underlying emotion of panic, Keric behind her as they finally ran to him, "Stop! You don't want your...your mate to see this do you?! What do you think she's feeling watching this?!" 

"...Mate...?" The thought tried to register in Delphi's mind, but her state of being kept her in too much shock to react. 

"She'd thank me!!" Wyatt barked out at her, his voice full of anger, his grip getting tighter. 

"No! She wouldn't!" Adeline told him, still trying to calm him down, "She's scared of you, Wyatt!" 

Delphi watched as his tense body started to relax at her words. Wyatt glanced over his shoulder and looked at her. 

"Let him go, Alpha. Please," Adeline spoke softer, "Your...mate doesn't need to see this." 

"W-w-w...wait," Delphi's thought froze in her mind before her eyes widened even further, the words Adeline spoke finally brought enough strength with it to break through her shock as she processed the words, "Al...Alpha...?! He's the Alpha?!?!"

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Wyatt looked at his mate, fear drenched all over her face, causing his wolf to whine inside of him. He turned back toward Conroy, a low growl in his chest as he watched Conroy's eyes start to flutter shut, blood running down his neck; the artery pumping furiously with blood it was going to lose. 

He wanted him to die, but the look on his mate's face repeated in his head like a nightmare. He never wanted her to look at him like that, especially now that he finally sees her. With one last snarl, he retracted his claws and let Conroy drop to the floor; blood pouring out of his neck as he breathed deeply, coughing. 

"...Why is she hurt?" Wyatt asked, looking down at Conroy who was too weak to get up, but he was able to reach for his neck to stop further blood from leaving him. 

"Yesterday we were making runs though the surrounding towns," Keric replied, his nose twitched at the smell of blood, "Conroy, Marco, Emmanuel, and myself. When were arrived in Jackson, we scented a lone wolf." 

Wyatt growled, showing he was still on the danger line and wanted him to get to the point, "Why is she hurt, Keric?" 

"She ran from us. Marco caught up with her first and...tackled her to the ground. She tried to get away and Conroy..." Keric cleared his throat, "slammed her into a tree and choked her." 

Wyatt growled in rage and enmity, staring at Conroy with death dealing eyes as Keric continued, "I intervened and Marco grabbed her arm to get her to come along with us back to the den." 

Wyatt turned his head at Keric and glared at him, his elongated teeth bared at him, his hands in fists he wanted to beat the shit out of him as well, "Why did you allow her to be hurt, Keric?"

Keric averted his eyes and kept his voice leveled to not upset him further, "We did not know that she, a lone wolf, was your mate. Otherwise, it would have never happened, my Alpha." 

Wyatt turned his head sharply at Adeline, who let out a small gulp and averted her eyes as he did, "Why was she not sent to the Infirmary after being admitted in?" 

"...They were bruises," Adeline answered, voice somewhat on the softer side, "I'd figure that she'd heal—" 

"Bullshit!" Wyatt barked, "Otherwise she would have healed before I got back!" 

"My sincerest apologies, my Alpha," She replied, her eyes still averted, "I swear it will never happen again." 

In the silence, Wyatt started to calm down, though he was still fighting the urge to hurt Keric. He wouldn't dare touch Adeline. His father had taught—rather instilled—him that females were never to be harmed or hurt by males no matter what the case. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to start now. 

"...What is her name?" Wyatt finally asked in the silence, calm enough to regain some of his senses. 

"Delphi, my Alpha," Keric replied, "Of the Méraudin pack." 

"The dead pack in Northeast Quebec?" Wyatt asked, looking back at him in slight surprise. 

"The last known survivor, sir," Keric nodded. 

Wyatt took in a breath and slowly let it out, "...Delphi." Her name itself calmed him down even further. 

"Wyatt," Adeline spoke softly and slightly hesitant. 

"What?" He looked at her, rage no longer held in his eyes, but he was still annoyed with her. 

"There is also something you should know," Adeline spoke hesitantly still, "...She's an Omega." 

Wyatt's eyes turned to that of confusion as he angled his head as if to rehear her, "...What?"

"She's an Omega, my Alpha," Adeline repeated. 

Wyatt didn't believe what she said as he looked up at the ceiling in silence. 

"An Omega? My mate?" He thought, "It couldn't be possible...unless—" He took a deep breath as he thought about this before looking back at Adeline.

"That doesn't matter," Wyatt replied.

Adeline's eyes filled with shock and disbelief, "What?" 

Wyatt's eyes narrowed at her, his upper lip twitched in aggravation, "I have no reason to explain myself to you, Adeline. That. Doesn't. Matter. Now get out of my sight." 

Realizing her mistake in spiking his mood, she nodded. Adeline looked at Keric, "...Keric, could you have others come and put Conroy and Marco—" 

"No. He can't," Wyatt interrupted her coldly and looked at Keric, "You will have a few of the lower ranks clean up and fix the mess, then order a new coffee table and carpet. Now." 

"Yes sir," Keric bowed and left, disregarding his sister's order entirely. 

Wyatt glared at Adeline as his voice came out cruel and hard, "Your place does not include commanding my betas when I'm here, Adeline. And as for Conroy and Marco, leave them. They'll heal."

Adeline gulped once more and nodded, leaving him as she headed upstairs to her room, knowing better not to question or talk back to him at all.

Once Adeline was out of sight, Wyatt felt relief that he was finally alone with her; he turned back to face his mate, his Delphi. 

He stopped when he turned around. Disbelief and renewed frustration filled his face.

Where did she run off to now?!

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As they were talking, Delphi slipped slowly back into the kitchen, trying her best not to draw any attention. 

"...You?" The sound of Katalin's voice started her as she turned around. 

Delphi's eyes shook as she saw the look of fear and shock etched across Katalin's, Kamilla's, and Oscar's faces. 

Oscar was against the wall, sweat trailing down the side of his face from his fear. 

Kamilla was frozen stiff, the Honey BBQ ribs forgotten in her shaking hands. 

Katalin's eyes were glued to her as well; she was no longer cutting potatoes. 

"...It's you?" Katalin's words existed in a whisper, disbelief stitched in her words, "You're the Alpha's...mate?" 

Delphi gulped hard as she backed away from them and exited through the kitchen door, closing to behind her. Her body shook as she stood there, but then took off into a sprint.

She shouldn't run, she shouldn't, but Delphi couldn't help it as she ran past everyone as fast as she could, several of them stopped and sniffed the air as she ran past, many of them gasping, and looking at her in disbelief. 

"Impossible!" Delphi thought, the snow crunching hard under her sneakers and the wind slashing past her face, "This is impossible! Wasn't Keric the Alpha?!" 

She tore down the path to the Omega quarters, dare not looking back at the stares she knew was there, or worse—if he was there chasing her down. She shook her head as she ran. 

Her wolf whined at her. Stop! Go back, that's our mate! Ours! We must not let any other females claim him! 

"Are you insane?! That's an Alpha! The Alpha of the Delaney pack!! No! We are not going back there!!" Delphi ran, her thoughts running wild, "How is this even possible?! My mate's supposed to be an Omega like me! Or at least a Theta! Nothing more!!" 

When she got to the house she ran in, and locked the doors with all three locks and ran to Kamilla's room and locked the door there as well. She shut the blinds, locked the windows and laid down the bed designated for her, her body trembling, her blood racing, and her breathing rapid.

How stupid.

Even if he wasn't the damn Alpha, as a werewolf it was easy to rip down locked doors, shatter open locked windows, knock off the blinds, and take their mate's in a bed— 

The very thought scared Delphi, tears forming in her eyes, "No! He's not our mate! The Alpha can't be my mate...My mate can't be an Alpha! Oh what difference does it make?!" 

However, as much as she denied it, her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to him that he was. It hurt her and her wolf inside to say any different, no matter how much he and their bond scared. Delphi bit her lip as she pulled the pillows over her face. 

Her wolf whined once more. He's ours. There is no mistake in this. We just have to claim him. 

Her wolf projected on how safe they felt in his embrace, how when he breathed on her neck. She projected them running together as wolves, him nuzzling her muzzle with love and care, promising to protect her and whatever cubs may come. She then projected her thoughts on their dreams, when he would caress her skin, kiss and nip at her neck and shoulders, message her breast as he fingered her. 

Delphi rolled over, feeling her arousal start up, heat forming between her legs. She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face. 

She did want him.

She wanted him so bad it hurt, but couldn't—shouldn't—allow herself to want like this, "He's an Alpha...he's an Alpha... I...I can't—" 

A faint knock on the front door snapped her out of her immediate thoughts into thinking nothing. She didn't even have to guess to know who it was. 

It was definitely Wyatt. 

She didn't move as the faint knock happened again. 

"Delphi," For the first time in years, she heard a voice mind which didn't belong to her or her wolf's, "Open the door please." 

Delphi's lips quivered. She wanted to, but she didn't want to; her wolf wanted to tear the doors down that separated them from their mate. 

"I don't often request. Open the door now, Delphi," Wyatt's voice was gentle in her mind.

With a thunderous heart beating, she slowly got out of bed, wiped the tears away, and hesitantly unlocked Kamilla's door, heading towards the front one. 

She licked her dry lips slowly, her hand shakily reached for the first lock...

then the second...

and the third, before she tentatively opened the door to reveal the handsome, tall, and powerful male. Her mate.

"Why did you run away from me, Delphi?" Wyatt's voice was surprisingly calm, gentle, and soothing to her. 

Delphi took a step back and he took a step forward in pursuit. Delphi's heart was moving way too fast to her and she gulped, "I...I-I....I'm so...sorry, my Alpha—" 

"Don't call me that," Wyatt took another step forward as she took another backward. 

"My...my apologies, sir—" Delphi continued to walk back. 

"Don't call me that either," Wyatt's eyes never left hers as he continued to follow. 

Delphi backed down through the hallway. As she realized she was staring into the emerald of his eyes and she quickly averted them. 

"Don't look away from me," His husky and deep voice gently commanded her, forcing her to look back up at him. 

Her shaky hand rose and touched the wall, trying feebly to propel herself back. 

"I'm scared—" 

"Don't be." 

"This isn't—" 

"It is." 

"I can't—" 

"You can." 

"I shouldn't want—" 

"You may." 

"I'm an Omega—" 

"It doesn't matter." 

Delphi clumsily reached out to her bedroom door, missing it the first few times behind her before she finally opened it and backed into it. Wyatt followed closely. 

"W-what should I—" 

"Wyatt," He answered before it slipped out. 

At that moment, Delphi realized she had blocked any exit out. But did she? Did she want any exit? 

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Wyatt then closed the gap between them and kissed her lips hard, bruising them with his own. 

Delphi let out as stifled whimper as he pulled her in close, grabbing the back of her head and his other hand her waist. 

She tasted like heaven to him as ran his tongue lightly against her lips, begging for entrance. 

Delphi slowly started to relent, but when Wyatt grabbed her butt, she gasped against his lips and his tongue darted in, entering her mouth, seeking hers out. 

As their tongues entwined and fought in their dance, Delphi melted into their kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Oh tasted as good as he smelt, the scent of pine, myrrh, and sage rolled of his skin. 

Wyatt lifted her legs up and they locked around his waist as he headed toward the bed that scented of her, his lips never once leaving hers. All thoughts of going to his suite left him; He had waited too long and he needed her now! 

As they fell onto the bed, Wyatt tore off the shirt she wore with ease, the seams effortlessly undone. As he ripped her pants off just as easily, he saw her virginal white and teal colored panties. He ripped it off her too, though this time, he was careful in making sure he didn't hurt her. Wyatt looked back up in her eyes, but he quickly looked down at her bruised neck and arm. 

"...I need to heal these," He whispered and before she could say otherwise, he bent down and ran his tongue over her arm's bruised skin, healing the bruise with each stroke. 

Delphi was being more and more damp as his skilled tongue healed her, sucking it lightly before moving up to her neck, and she let him. The feeling was more intense as she continued to bare her throat to his wet and rough tongue, tracing his back's muscles with fingers. 

"There," Wyatt pulled back, proud and pleased that she submitted to him before kissing her again and continued to strip the rest of her clothes. 

He was pleased that her bra opened in the front as he undid them and threw them off before continuing to kiss her. Their hearts beat with reckless abandon in their chest as he reached up and kneaded one of her breasts, earning a deep intake of breath from Delphi as he kissed the side of her neck and made his way down to the untouched breast. 

Delphi let out a moan as he started sucking—licking, nipping—on her nipple, rolling the other nipple between his fingers before alternating between the two until the sensitive buds could take no more. 

He left them as he began to trail down her stomach with kisses; Delphi's breathing increased with speed and volume as neared her pussy. Holding her thighs open for him, Wyatt bent down and licked her dripping wet slit. Damn she tasted better than the dreams, her intoxicating scent overpowering as he licked her hungrily before licking her clit. 

Delphi cried out at the feeling—her eyes glowing—and began to moan as he sucked on her red bit mercilessly; she tried to close her legs but ended up bucking a bit, too consumed in this new pleasure to fight against what she wanted. 

Wyatt dove his tongue into her swollen pussy, licking as much as he could inside of her, holding her down as she bucked again. A new yet familiar feeling spread through her body, heat running like liquid fire through her veins. 

"Ahh. Ahh! AAHH!" 

Her body spasmed as she came hard. She had never came that hard in her life! Delphi panted heavily as she looked down at Wyatt who was licking the juices off his lips. Delphi couldn't help but feel extremely aroused at this. 

He came up and kissed her again, allowing her to taste herself in his mouth before repositioning himself, grabbing a hold of his engorged cock. 

Delphi's eyes widened in new fear as she looked at him and shook her head slightly, "...That...that's not going to fit inside of me...!" 

Wyatt looked her in the eye, the sides of his lips twitched as if smiling as he whispered, "We're mates. I'm sure it will." 

Delphi looked into his glowing emerald eyes and back down as he guided the head of his cock inside of her. Delphi shut her eyes, trying to get use to the pain of his invading girth as it reached her maidenhead. 

"Delphi, look at me," Wyatt commanded and she did so. 

He bent down low over her and whispered soothingly, "It will only hurt for a little bit."

At that, he tore through her virginity; a near silent yelp of pain escaped her lips, holding onto him tightly. 

Wyatt didn't like to see his mate in pain, but the emotions of joy and triumph echoed throughout his wolf as he'd be the first and only male she'd ever have. 

They held still for a while long before Wyatt slowly started to rock in and out of her warmth. 

Delphi's hisses of pain turned to moans of pleasure after awhile at Wyatt's long and steady strokes. Seeing this, Wyatt started to increase speed as he went deeper, though he was now fighting with his wolf's need to take her rough and hard. 

Her moans became louder with each thrust; Delphi locked her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her and to take his lips once again as he began to pound into her; sweat forming on his brow and body with the increased speed of his thrusts. 

Through their pants, heat and electricity flowed; Delphi's wolf started to claw her way to the surface as she ran sharpened nails down Wyatt's back, earning a growl of pleasure from him, his wolf just as close. 




Omega Pride Ch. 04



He felt his knot forming at the base of his cock—proof that he was close to peaking. Using pressure and pulling her closer to his pelvis, he forced his growing knot inside of her, causing Delphi to scream out in painful pleasure as she came again. Limited, he used shorter, faster thrusts, refusing to cum before her; Delphi panted hard and heavy, thrashing her head left and right, her oversensitive body unsure of how much more she could take. 

Sensing she would cum again, Wyatt bent his head down at joining of her neck and shoulder, kissing and licking it as he thrusted, his canines growing in length and sharpness. 

"AH! AHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Delphi came hard once more, her moaning turned to pure howls of bliss. 

At that moment, Wyatt bit her, his tongue ran over the puncture wounds as he marked—claimed—her as his mate. 

The feeling of his pleasurable bite rose the instinct in her as Delphi rose with elongated canines and bit him right back where his neck and shoulder joined, licking the blood away. 

He growled in pleasure as he thrusted a few more times until his cock spasmed, coating her inner walls with his seed as he too let out a howl. A few more pumps and once he was sure he was emptied inside her, he fell to the side, careful not to crush her under his weight as Delphi wrapped tight in his loving embrace, their bodies one, mated, and finally joined. 

"Mine," Wyatt growled softly in her ear. 

Panting hard, Delphi looked up at him. 

"Wyatt..." She spoke to tired to anything else, and soon, sleep over took her.

~*~*~*~

Delphi's eyes slowly opened, the sun peeking at her through the clouds and curtains. Her body was slightly sore as she rolled over onto her stomach. This felt too weird. The pillows didn't feel as rough against her head, the sheets were much softer and more comfortable, and her feet didn't roll off the bed on either side. 

Wait. Delphi's eyes shot up as she sat up, soreness shot through her abdomen as she did, making her hiss out. Curtains? She looked around the room and swallowed. It was bigger. Much bigger than Kamilla's room, heck, the entire flat! She touched her neck and felt a pleasurable jolt shoot through her. It also made her mind kick into gear.

Memories flooded back to her as she remembered what she did before she fell asleep and a gasp exited her mouth and a slight tremble in her arms occured. 

"Oh......shit..." Delphi thought. 

She had sex with the Alpha. No. She had sex with the Alpha and mated with him! Last night! 

She gulped deeply and took another look around. He was nowhere in sight. 

"Oh no, no, no, no, no. No...Why did I do that...?!" Delphi whispered, in shock of previous actions. She let her emotions get the best of her, her logic flew from under her feet, and she now bounded herself to the Alpha of the Delaney pack! 

Panic filled her thoughts, but she took deep breaths. She had to remain calm. She had to! She got out of bed slowly before heading toward an open closet. Her eyes widened at how spacious it was and how neatly it was kept. She shook her head as she walked in. She shouldn't be gawking right now. 

The pants were way too big, but she didn't have time to care at the moment as she tried to keep her thoughts clear. 

She had heard from other mated pairs that their mates can sense their emotions and hear their thoughts from long distances away, and she didn't need her mate to— 

"No," Delphi commanded herself, "Don't call him that. An Omega never calls an Alpha their mate."

She quickly reached into a drawer and pulled out a long sleeved white shirt and put it on, glancing over her shoulder several times to make sure no one was coming as she reached for a belt to hold the pants up. 

She had to get out there fast! She shouldn't have mated with the Alpha to begin with! 

Forgetting about shoes, she ran as silently as she could toward the windows to the balcony. She looked over and swallowed: This was a three story, well four story including this room, manor house. But she didn't have time to think as she ran back and the jumped through the window.



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Hope you all enjoyed it!

There will be more on the way~!




Omega Pride Ch. 05



The 5th installment of Omega Pride
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Delphi free fell out the window, hitting the snow and rolled once on the ground. The shock felt like she merely jumped a foot in the air; she had seen humans die from heights that high, and she was thankful she wasn't one at that moment. 

She looked around quickly for other wolves before she got up and ran toward the exit of the compound. She faintly heard crunching through the snow and slid to the side of a flat, keeping her breathing steady and quiet. 

Please don't smell her out. Please don't smell her out... 

She looked to the side and saw 5 other Omegas carrying items needed for their every day chores. As they passed her without so much as glance, she wasted little time as she slowly continued low against the flat, waving between flats until she got to the exit. 

The sky looked like it was just becoming dawn, the morning star quite visible and radiant in the light, misty blue and pale orange sky. How long did she sleep?

She shook her head of the thought and continued to run; though she avoided detection from the other Omegas she saw, if she were caught by any other member of the hierarchy, she'd never escape from here. 

She tried. 

She tried her best not to think about Wyatt—no—the Alpha of the Delaney. He'd sense her and her intentions if she did. She ran barefoot through the freezing morning snow until she got to the gates, panting deeply through her nose. Delphi stared up at the massive steel barriers and gulped as she looked about it. She had never jumped a fence this tall before. 

"There might....be another way around," Delphi whispered between her pants, "Maybe...a hole...?" 

She then shook her head. The Delaney pack isn't stupid. She was sure there were next to no flaws in their security system, and even if there were, she had no time to try and find out. 

She would have to try...no. She had no other choice but to jump it. She took a few large steps back—and a few deep breaths—and ran as fast as she could toward the fence. Delphi fought against the friction of the cold morning air as she leapt; she held back a grunt as she winced in pain when the blade of the fence nicked her leg, the left pants' leg tearing slightly and let blood trickle through it, but she landed on the other side and ran. 

She dare not take the open road so she cut through the frosted thicket, protecting her face from rogue branches that seemed to try and stop her endeavor as well, begging her to return to the Delaney den. She looked up as best as she could through the frozen brush to see which way the sun was raising. That would help her decide which way to go.

Delphi was going to go South.

Her wolf in her head yelped and whined in between her barks at her as she ran. 

Stop! Go back to our mate! We don't have to run! 

"Shut up!" Delphi commanded her wolf, "Don't call him that!" 

She had never yelled at her wolf, her other self, her friend, before and it hurt her heart to do so, but her wolf's sorrowful yelps continued still, ignoring her entirely. 

Go back to our mate! We don't have to suffer anymore! We need to be with him! 

"We don't!" Delphi told her back, "We survived for years without protection! Once we go west everything will be fine!" 

Tears started to trail down Delphi's face once more as she continued to fight the wild limbs from the tree, "Why did I stop in Jackson?! I should have never gotten off at that stop—"

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Wyatt growled grumpily as he made his way down the stairs. He really didn't want to have to deal with Adeline or his Alpha duty right now. 

He should be laying contently next to his sleeping mate with his arms around her as he sniffed in her scent with each breath, waiting until just the right time to wake her up in ways that he saw fit. The thought made his wolf growl lustfully in his head, and his own mouth twitched as if to smirk. 

However, it quickly faded as remembered why he wasn't doing just that. Adeline claimed it couldn't wait. 

"What a crock of shit," Wyatt grumbled in his throat as he made his toward his study which was just down and across the hall from hers. 

As he opened his door, he watched Keric get up and lower his head at him while Adeline quickly jumped to her feet in respect. 

Wyatt inwardly snorted before he coolly spoke out loud, "This had better be quick. You know better than to disturb me right now." 

"I'm sorry my Alpha," Adeline told him apologetically, "I just didn't think it could wait until later." 

"Apparently," He thought as he walked over to his chair and leaned back in it, speaking out loud now, "Well?" 

Adeline readjusted how she stood before talking. "It's about Delphi...my Alpha," She spoke calmly, yet humbly as best she could. 

This did nothing for her however, as his gaze became cold and hard as did his voice as he sat up in his chair, "What about my mate, Adeline?" 

"...It's...about her past, my Alpha," She told him, her eyes not once on his. 

Wyatt's wolf perked in curiosity, but his wolf's lips twitched in aggravation at Adeline just as much as Wyatt's were, "I don't want to hear it from you. She will tell me herself." 

"But Alpha, I really think—" 

The words slipped out of her mouth and made Wyatt growl as she talked back to him. 

"She will tell me herself," He growled as he stood. 

Adeline quickly looked down in submission. Wyatt rounded the corner in an irritated manner, "Now if that was all you wanted." 

"We're trying to avoid another war, Wyatt," Keric spoke up as he began to pass by him. 

This stopped Wyatt in his tracks. 

"It could end up as a turf war," Keric added calmly. 

Wyatt was silent before he turned and looked at them, "And why couldn't you both wait until Delphi woke up if it concerns her past? She has every right to know as well." 

"Because she's an Omega—" 

Wyatt' sharp gaze silenced Adeline once more. 

"Because she might become afraid Alpha," Keric corrected for his sister; she was losing points much too quickly this morning. 

"Why?" Wyatt's gaze turned to him, inquiring; his wolf perked at the chance that his mate might become afraid. 

Keric's voice was calm, yet slightly hesitant, "...Because of how you could respond it." 

Wyatt's eyes widen, but he now understood, and he too felt like the moment he would be told her past, he and his wolf would go into a rage. Wyatt took in a breath and huffed as he thought about this, looking between the two of them. 

"Regardless," Wyatt spoke finally, his expression softened as his wolf whined within him, "I don't like that I would have to talk about my mate behind her back... And Delphi needs to learn if she is to make a good Madam Alpha." 

His gaze then hardened once again he sharply looked at Adeline, "Which brings me to this. I want you to step down from your post as Madam Alpha, Adeline. Understood?" 

Adeline's eyes widen and her jaw clenched, matching her fists as Wyatt once again turned to leave.

"No," Adeline said defiantly.

Wyatt yet again stopped in his tracks and slowly glanced over his shoulder, his feral eyes reaching menacingly at Adeline's face, "What did you say to me?" 

"I said no. I refuse to give up my spot as Madame Alpha," Adeline said, confidence behind her words. 

Keric looked at his sister and his Alpha. In his eyes—and his scent—was fear. Fear on the fact that his sister said the forbidden word to their Alpha. Fear that she even had the nerve to repeat it! 

Wyatt growled menacingly at her and turned, "You will step down as Madam Alpha, Adeline." 

"I won't," Adeline dare to say once more, "I refuse to relinquish my position as Madam to a weaker wolf." 

"You dare defy me," Wyatt stared in her eyes, but this time Adeline stood her ground with her gaze. 

"You cannot force me out of this, Wyatt," Adeline told him, "Only a female can, and I refuse to give it up to an Omega." 

Wyatt growled once again and started toward her, but she continued, "Delphi's too weak, even weaker than the Omegas born in this pack. She cannot hope to lead or protect anyone, when she cannot even protect herself." 

Wyatt stopped once in front of her, her eyes and body didn't move. 

"Unless she challenges me, I refuse give up my post," Adeline told him, their gazes battling—clashing—against each other like two dissimilar winds creating a storm. 

No words needed to be said in the silent interval of acrimony, then tension speaking for itself. 

Wyatt growled deeply; Adeline only blinked once. 

"Damn it. She's right," He thought painfully, not one to give in to others, "Delphi would have to challenge her, and she would have to do it on her own. I can't force her." 

He then focused in on Adeline once more, their gaze never truly being broken. 

"She will challenge you," He spoke, hating the sound of relent in his words, "You're days are numbered." 

With that, Adeline finally averted her gaze and looked down, "Understood my Alpha." 

Wyatt growled and turned to leave. He hated that about Adeline, how so insistent and persistent she was, but he couldn't deny that she was a good and strong Madam Alpha thus far. He was going to have to have Delphi trained soon. 

"But it can wait until a distant date," The corners of his mouth twitched as if to smirk once again as he started upstairs. The thought of his mate calmed him down.

He stopped suddenly; feeling was something off through their newly acquainted bond. He felt the feeling of randomly aching joints and the feeling of a wet, stinging pain attacked his entire front side of his body. 

Was she...in pain?! 

Impossible! 

She was asleep when he left her! He ran upstairs to his room, slamming open the doors. He looked at the bed her had left her in, his eyes narrowed in confusion, his mouth slightly open.

Gone?

Wyatt scented the air slowly, but there was franticness in his sniffs. She hadn't gone to the rest room. He sharply looked at the closet before taking in another breath, his gaze turning harshly to the balcony as he quickly made his way over to it. 

Looking over, he looked both ways several times before using his keen sight to see, his heart beating heavily in his chest. They were faint—fortunately not covered by the Omegas that walked through—but he made out barefoot prints in snow that led away from the compound, taking back roads and going in between homes to get there. 

His heavily beating heart took a dive and sunk, and he and his wolf were stunned in the least. 

Everything was blank. 

Did she really...leave them...again? And she was in pain? His mind and feelings returned to him when the word pain entered his mind. 

Pain and hurt tore through his heart, making constant slices at it, "We mated. Why would she leave?" 

He closed his eyes and thought back on what she had told him last night. That's right. She had said she was afraid, and she had tried to think of a hundred and ten reasons not to be together. He opened his eyes, and his hurt turned to raw anger. 

She has no right to leave now! Not now, not ever! He turned went toward his closet and grabbed some clothes. 

"Emmanuel! Get up and prepare my car now!" He projected to his beta. 

Marco and Conroy were in intensive care since he nearly killed them yesterday, he didn't trust Keric entirely, so he will have to do. He turned on his heel and headed out the door to the garage. 

"Delphi," He projected through their bond, "Where are you?!"

~*~*~*~

She should have seen it. 

She should have seen it coming as she tripped over a tree root that hid under the snow. Delphi fell face first down the side of the steep hill, her footing gone as she rolled, barely missing trees, getting nicked and hit by small and unseen rocks as she tumbled. She couldn't see anything, dizziness and pain taking its toll on her before a feeling numbing pain ran through her body as she smacked into wet asphalt face down, her cheek and body seemed to try and weld into the ground, but at its failure sent ripples of pain internally. 

She faintly heard the sound of honking, screeching, and even screams get closer to her. 

She couldn't react, her body stung in pain and her mind stunned. Her eyes were black around the edges, threatening to consume the rest of her sight as well within the blurriness. 

"Oh my goodness!" A woman's voice, echoed faintly through her head, "Kenneth! Come here!" 

The sound of a door opening, slamming, and footsteps ran running over vaguely went through her mind. 

"Oh geez, Barbara, is she alright?" A man, Kenneth, asked, worry and panic in his voice, "She just fell from nowhere! I barely even saw her!"

"Not now, Kenny!" Barbara told him, "Can you pick her up? We're going to a hospital." 

More footsteps. 

Another car door opened. 

"Mommy is she alright?" A child's voice asked, worry full in his voice. 

"Hopefully, Chris. Scoot over honey," Barbara said before Delphi felt herself get hoisted up gently, carried, and put softly into the car. 

Her body still not responding against her will, she barely was able to do anything as the man buckled her in, slammed the door, and drove off. Her body, slowly, but surely, tried to worm its way into blacking out.

However, she refused. 

She had no idea which way the nearest hospital was, but she sure wasn't going to allow them to take her there. 

Delphi heard the sounds of the couples franticly trying to rush to the hospital, the minivan accelerating on the road, each small turn and slight swivel moved her in her seat, and if she wasn't numb now, she would have shown fear at this. 

She felt the feeling of her skin being touched lightly by gentle hands. 

Small hands. 

It must be the child's. 

Weakly, Delphi sniffed the air. Their scent blew into her nose, and made her want to sneeze. That sweet, yet bitter smell of fear, the sour smell of alarm, and the warm smell of concern hung heavy in the air; they were drenched in it. As she took a small and subliminal sniff once more, she scented that they were human. That's a relief. 

...But at the same time... 

She felt something push its way inside her head, a voice. 

Wyatt's—the Alpha's voice. 

He was pissed. 

"Delphi, where are you?!" He inquired. 

To this she didn't respond. In fact, she kept her eyes shut, not looking out a window or anything to hint where she was. 

"...Wait a moment," Delphi a thought of realization crept in mind, "This is all too strange for me. I'm an Omega, and the Alpha is asking me something...and yet I refuse to respond? I should respond, but...I don't want to... Want? My wolf...keeps claiming him as...our mate, yet I dare challenge him back despite our separate positions?! This is unlike me! This is all wrong! I don't understand! The moon Goddess never has gotten anything wrong before, so why now?! Why me?!" 

Delphi jerked slightly as she heard Wyatt growl in her mind; he had heard every word she thought. 

"This isn't wrong, Delphi. It's fate, and the deities are never wrong. You are my mate. Listen to your wolf, and tell me where you are," Wyatt's voice was calm, yet there was an obvious tone of anger and a not so obvious tone of hurt underlining it as well. 

Delphi froze, but inwardly she shook her head, blocking him out as she held fast to her previous ideas. It would be a matter of time of him finding her now, and she didn't know how the Delaney pack Alpha would treat humans with her scent on them. She needed to get out of here. And fast. 

Slowly, Delphi's eyes started to open as she quickly formulated a plan in her head. 

"Mommy! Mommy, she's awake!" Chris's voice bellowed unnecessarily next to her, making her wince and her ears redden. 

As she opened her eyes, she looked about the vehicle quickly as if in shock and fear of her new surroundings. 

"Wh-where am I?" She laid her soft Quebecer accent on hard. 

"Shh, it's okay honey," Barbara tried to sooth her calmly. 

Quickly, Delphi started to shake, remembering that in winter weather, humans would be cold in a single long sleeves shirt, pants, and no socks or shoes on. 

"Oh dear," Barbara turned and turned the heater up a bit before looking back at Delphi, "You're safe dear. We saw you fall on the side of the road. Are you alright?" 

"Y-y-yeah," Delphi stated, appearing as if she was cold and slightly shaken up. She then allowed herself to relax a bit, "T-t-thank y-you." 

Barbara smiled warmly, and she could see Chris smiling from the corner of her eye as well. 

"If you don't mind us asking, what were you doing dressed like that in the mountains?" Kenneth asked as he drove, his mad driving from before seemed to have dulled down a bit at her opening her eyes, much to her relief. 

"Kenny," Barbara looked at him. 

"N-no," Delphi quickly said, "It's alright." 

She let out a small sigh as she sat up, thinking up her story quick, "My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, thought it be a good idea to go on this camping trip all the way out here in Wyoming with a few of his...friends." 

She pretended to catch herself from cursing in front of Chris, "See we live in California and—" 

"Really?" Barbara interrupted, "All the way from California? Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from there." 

"Born and raised in Northeast Canada," Delphi gave her a small and meek grin, "....And I live in Longbeach." 

Barbara's eyes widen and a huge grin spread to both of her cheeks, "Really?! What's it like there—" 

"Babs, not now!" It was Kenneth's turn to stop her before he looked up at Delphi in the rear view mirror, "I'm sorry about that. Please. Go on." 

"Thanks. Um...Oh, anyhow, we live in California and we had timed our breaks so we can go on this trip. Sadly, we had a really, really bad fight before we left, and I thought it would brush over when we got here. Wrong! I remember falling asleep last night and when I woke up, the truck, the other two tents, and half of the junk we had brought with us were gone along with them! No note or anything!" 

"Oh I'm so sorry," Barbara patted her knee. 

"That was very stupid of your boyfriend," Kenneth sounded upset, "People die in the woods." 

At that Delphi feigned a fearful gasp, earning Kenneth a slap on the arm from Barbara. 

Inwardly, Delphi felt bad for getting him hit, but she needed to make this as believable as possible. 

"A-Anyways...now that I think back on it, it was probably his bad idea of a joke—worse one yet in fact—and he probably was going come back for me after an hour or so, but I don't know...woodlands like he does! I probably should have stayed in his tent until his return, but idiot me had to go out and try to find my way back to town. I ended up getting lost and tripped over a root or something. I blacked out then." 

"Well it's a good thing we saw you dear," Barbara told her sweetly, "We're heading toward the nearest hospital back in Jackson, and—" 

"Oh no," Delphi said a little too quickly, faster than she should have, and that earned her both surprised and slightly suspicious glances. 

It didn't help that it was paired with silence either. 

"I'm sorry," She said, thinking quickly, "I just don't want to stay in Wyoming any longer than I have. Plus, I really want to see some familiar faces in Cali." 

The tension in the air slowly started recede, allowing Delphi to breathe again as she let out an internal sigh. 

"...W-well," Barbara spoke out a little puzzled, "M-maybe you can accompany us? We're going to see my aunt in Kansas. Maybe we can drop you off in Cheyenne?" 

"No thank you," Delphi shook her head, sensing that Barbara was giving off an excuse that doesn't make any sense. Plus, she needed to head southwest, not back east. 




Omega Pride Ch. 05



"Could you drop me off at the next Truck Stop?" Delphi asked. 

"Are you sure? Dressed like that?" Barbara asked, concern and confusion sown in her words. 

"Yes please," Delphi told her, "I'll be fine." 

"....Even I'm not so sure about that one," Kenneth sounded just as apprehensive as his wife. 

Delphi looked at him, her eyes locking with his in the rear view mirror, "I'll be fine, thank you. Please let me off." 

Her voice came out in a plea, and she worried that it would break her character. 

Kenneth went silence as he kept contact with her eyes a little while longer before he slowly looked back on the road. 

"...Alright, Miss," He told her as he then found a point on the road to turn around. 

Delphi was thankful that their eye contact didn't last any longer; she would have averted her eyes otherwise, and she knew that to humans, averting eye contact meant they were lying. 

Barbara sharply turned and looked at him in alarm, "Kenneth!" 

"It's what she wants, Barbara," He told her in an unexpectedly peaceful manner as he drove. 

Her eyes shifted confused on her husband before Barbara looked back at Delphi, "Are you sure, dear?" 

Delphi glanced up at her, "Yes, Madam. I've done things like this before." 

Barbara had a look and scent that reeked of displeasure in Delphi's choice, but after staring at Delphi, she looked toward Chris, "Chris can you be a dear and hand mommy's Duffy please?" 

Chris, being silent and watchful the entire time, grinned at her and did as he was told, handing her the red duffle bag with her name on it. 

"Thank you, honey. Can you also get mommy's blue coat too, please?" She smiled at him as she started to look through the bag, her attention then shifted to Delphi, "What size shoe do you wear, dear?" 

"Oh! Um, 8 ½-9," Delphi quickly told her. 

"Well...I'm a size 8, so these might be a bit tight, but don't worry, I've worn them out a bit so they should be a tad looser," Barbara handed her brown, well-worn sneakers. 

"Thanks so much," Delphi grinned as she put them on. True to her word, they were a tight fit on her toes, but they would have to for now.

When they finally neared a Truck Stop with a gas station, mini mart, and a small motel, Delphi unbuckled her belt and put the jacket on. 

"....Now again, are you really sure about this?" Barbara feebly tried once again. 

"I'm sure," Delphi smiled as she got out the car, "Thanks Mrs. Barbara, Mr. Kenneth, and thank you for keeping me company in the back seat Chris." 

Chris gave her a kool-aid grin, and it melted her heart, "You're welcome." 

Kenneth smiled at her, and Barbara gave her a weak smile. 

"...Take care now," Kenneth told her, to which Delphi nodded, closed the door smoothly, and waved as they drove back onto the semi-busy road. 

Once they were out of sight, Delphi let out a large sigh. That was a relief. She wouldn't have to worry about them getting involved anymore. She then faced the Stop, and headed for the mini-mart.

~/~/~/~

Wyatt let out a pissed of growl as Delphi blocked him off from her end of the bond. Why the hell was she doing this?! Why was she fighting so hard against this?! Inside of him, his wolf whined in both hurt and anger. Frankly, Wyatt himself didn't enjoy feeling this himself, and end every bit of hurt and pain kept fueling his anger. 

"Sir," Emmanuel asked hesitantly in the car as he drove. 

Wyatt's eyes shot to him, his mouth didn't even need to move for Emmanuel to get the point. 

However, he continued even more humbly, "Alpha...if I may, wouldn't it be wise to scent her out? She might still be in the forest." 

Wyatt's fingers tapped rapidly on the arm of the seat, the silence of the drive only added to the ever-building tension. Wyatt did here him, however, but is thoughts were elsewhere. He had scented her blood on the gates edge. How did she get over something that tall in the first place? He has one of the best security systems imaginable, wolves were up and alert, and they had formed a bond, so he should have been able to sense her intentions to start with. Hell! He should have even sensed when she woke up, but he didn't! 

He felt a sense of weakness at this. He couldn't have better control of his mate, and she fled. He wasn't there to be with her, and she fled. His wolf whined in agreement at his thoughts—their thoughts.

He stopped tapping his fingers momentarily, "She is not. Just now, I heard what she heard and saw what she saw. Too much condensed noise to be in the forest, and I saw that she was in a car...no....van I believe. Gray interior, bickering in the front of her, the smell of panic, and the touch of a small child's hand; She's on the road." 

"Do you think that they might be taking her to a human hospital?" Emmanuel asked. 

"Perhaps. Humans are known to panic when seeing people get hurt," Wyatt regretted those words the moment they left his lips. 

He hated to admit it, but he was panicking. She had been hurt and rather than him being there to comfort, protect, and prevent it from happening, humans were in his place. And from the sound of it, they were doing a poor piss job! 

He let the thought roll over before he shook his head, "But from what I can tell from what I know about my mate, she hates to be helped, and she hates being forced to go places she doesn't want to." 

"Which way is the nearest hospital then, Alpha?" Emmanuel asked glancing at him slightly. 

"In Jackson, but she's not going to go back there, not when she knows that Jackson is a part and surrounded by our pack lands. She'd head the other way," Wyatt responded, shutting his eyes. 

"...Which way Alpha?" Emmanuel continued to drive. 

Wyatt stared on into the open window, trying to take in whatever scent he could grasp for which led him to her. He then let a growl rumble in his chest, "I don't know." 

Emmanuel's hands clenched and unclenched the steering wheel several times, "...Maybe South? 

East? 

To the west perhaps?" 

"Shut up and drive, Emmanuel," Wyatt growled at him, seeing that when he said he didn't know, he didn't quite get it. 

As Emmanuel fell silent once more, Wyatt tried their bond again, but he was met with a dark wall he couldn't get around, and every time he tried, it worsened on his nerves. 

He understood Emmanuel was only asking to help, and that as annoying as he was, he was being relatively silent for a change; however, he didn't need his input right now. 

His hands tightened into fists, "Damn it Delphi! Where the hell are you?!"

~*~*~*~

"Closed? What do you mean closed?" Delphi stared in disbelief at the man behind the locked door. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm on break. Come back 10 minutes," His muffled voice told her from the other side. 

"But you're the only one here. Please, just let me in. I need to make a phone call," Delphi pleaded, her fingers pressed against the glass. 

"....One ma'am, please remove your hands. You're leaving smudges. Two, there is a phone booth over there. Use that one," He pointed to the lone booth near neatly stacked pipes and broken down truck parts. 

Delphi made a quick glance before looking back at him. 

"Sir, please," She watched with no avail as he made his way to the backroom and out of sight, leaving her to stare at the "Out to Lunch" sign. 

She trembled slightly in frustration, her fists in loose grips before she backed away two steps, her hands swinging down to her sides. 

"....What am I going to now?" She thought. She looked out to the clear, cold horizon, the open plains in all directions, except for the distant mountains she once was. 

"...Well....I'm not there anymore...at least...that is a good sign?" She tried to comfort herself, but the moment she took a deep breath in, she let it out with a slight cry. She looked about herself, moving to either side, and ran her hand through her free hair. 

Crap! 

Her nose—her senses in general—were becoming hardwired to be able to find her way back to the Delaney territory! Even all the way out here, she could still smell the compound, no matter how faint it was! Sadly, it called to her and her wolf, and as cruel as those wolves were, a sense of belonging, a sense of home, was there for her. 

"It will never be our home," She thought, struggling against herself and her wolf which desperately wanted to go back, "Never." 

With that in mind, she headed toward the phone. She regretted not taking the ride back to Cheyenne. There were no packs there, and could have gotten her old job back and then made her way to the south and out of Wyoming for good. Wyatt—

NON!! NON!! 

The Alpha of the Delaney pack!! 

...The Alpha of the Delaney pack...

may be able to roam Wyoming with next to no permission since he might know all the Alphas here, but he could never leave it without granted pass. And she, as a lone wolf, knew how to pass as human...for the most part. She went over to the phone and grabbed it, putting the receiver to her ear. 

"...Come on....come on...please...please work," She bit her up lip after she whispered as she tried several of the toll free numbers she's memorized over the years. 

She wanted to try 911, but she didn't want to get anymore humans involved, and she even doubted that would work; the phone just wouldn't work for free calls. 

"Need a help there, Miss?" She heard an Alto male voice first and the sound of boots approaching her, causing her to look up suddenly. 

"Hmm?" She pretended not hear him, acting like she was in the middle of a call. 

The man approaching her had his sleek black hair tied back, and with the cowboy hat he wore, it gave him a rough looking edge. 

He finally got closer; his tall and built frame easily shadowed her from the sunlight. 

"Need help miss?" He repeated, his light accent rolled off his tongue would have made a lot of females swoon, but to Delphi, she just couldn't place it. 

"Um...No. No thanks. I'm fine," Delphi looked down at the booth, trying to ignore him. 

"....Please just go away..." She thought to herself. 

He may have decent looks, but the smell of cigarettes through her off and absolutely disgusted her. She continued to pretend she was on the phone.

"...You know it's rude to lie to people miss," The man spoke to her.

Delphi froze, her act stopped along with her as she looked at him slowly, a chill ran through her body, "He...he knew I was lying? How? He doesn't smell like a wolf, and he didn't look me in the eye. How he do it...?" 

As her eyes met his, he gave her a smile and she gave a small gulp in return. 

"I can hear the dial tone, miss. From the sound of that, you don't seem fine," He told her. 

That made her let out an internal sigh of relief that she even allowed to reach the surface, causing the man to let out a laugh. 

"Here," He reached in his pocket and handed her 50 cents, "There you go miss." 

"O-oh! Thank you," Delphi gave him a weak yet grateful smile. 

He was just a human. Though he smelt bad, he was a kind hearted human, and that was more than she could say than the man in the mini-mart. However, she quickly dialed a number she knew was no longer active. She was going to turn to her wolf form, run, and try and hitch a ride on a truck. She was just trying to see if she could call a ride before, but she knew it wouldn't work now. She just had to wait for him to leave so she could set her plan into motion. 

However....

He wouldn't leave! He just leaned against the booth and watched her, studied her! 

"Okay...he was nice, but he was strange," She thought as she glanced at him once and again tried to act like she was on the phone as she whipped her head forward, "Blake? Blake pick up your phone...Come on, pick up...Fine...I hope you're on your way here, cause I had to hitch a ride since you left me out in the middle of nowhere. I already told you where I was in the van so I expect you here no later the next 5-10 minutes, 'kay?" 

She hung up and handed the man his change, "Thanks." 

"You're welcome. Leave your...friend a message?" 

"My boyfriend actually. And yeah, I left him a message," Delphi tried to show him politely that she wasn't interested as she looked toward the road. 

"I see..." The man said as he grabbed his hat, taking it off to readjust it a bit, "...May I say though, you have extraordinary eyes, miss." 

Delphi looked at him before she started to walk away, a slightly confused grin on her face, "Thank you." 

Either he got the point and was giving her a farewell compliment, or he was still trying. 

"You know, different colored eyes are called Heterochromia iridium. However, eyes like yours, where the center is a different color—for you, in both eyes—is called Center Heterochromia," He smiled at her as he explained. 

"Really?" Delphi asked, not really interested as she turned her back on him with a slight smile and she continued to walk. 

"Orange to blue-grey is quite beautiful to me," He told her with a smile. 

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not interested," Delphi told him finally and didn't look back as she pretended to wait by the open road for a boyfriend that didn't exist. 

"I have only seen in on one other woman before. A woman in Northeast Canada. Northeast Quebec I believe," He told her softly.

This made Delphi stop in her tracks, the cool January air got colder. 

"What....what did he just say......?" She thought, hesitantly looking over at him, and giving him a smile, "...Really? Did you love her?" 

He gave her a small grin as he took a step toward her, "...No. Not really. But she was quite beautiful." 

"..Really?" Delphi turned and faced him, but took a small step back. 

She started to shiver, and not from the cold. 

"Oh yes...but I haven't seen her over 14 years," He took another step toward her, "....She had an accent quite similar to yours if I may add." 

Delphi started to take more steps back as he moved toward her, her heart beating heavily in each step. She gulped again, her trembling slowly becoming more apparent. 

"Well.....I hope you might be able to see her again someday," Her voice started to fade out toward the end of her sentence much against her will, but her fear was increasing with each word, each step added back as his continued forward. 

His mouth slacked open in a small chuckle as her last word exited her lips, his slightly yellow teeth showing to her. 

"....You know it really is rude to lie to people," His voice though warm, carried a cool and vile edge like a dagger dripping poison, the poison reaching his eyes, "You owe me 50 cents, by the way...Miss Méraudin."

Delphi wanted to let out a cry. 

She looked down and quickly grabbed one of the length pipes with both hands. Using her strength, she bashed in into him as hard as she could, letting out a yell. She hurriedly turned and ran as fast as she could across the open road, starting to shred of her clothes while she ran. 

It was him! 

It was the person who murdered her pack!!! 

Her mother, her father, her Alphas, everyone!!!! 

All by him!!!! 

If they could have been killed by him, he wasn't human, and she had to get out of there!! As she started to shift when she finally opened the jacket, she felt a gunshot go off and she let an ear piercing scream as she fell forward, the scream and the shot echoed with each other to the sky.

~/~/~/~

Wyatt let out a yell out in pain suddenly, his right thigh starting to spasm. 

Emmanuel looked over, alarmed at the sudden outburst, "Alpha?! Alpha, what happened—" 

"Emmanuel, drive southeast toward the Sullvane territory!" Wyatt barked at his beta. 

"But we might need to—" Emmanuel started. 

Wyatt growled at him venomously, "SHUT UP AND DRIVE THERE!" 

Emmanuel winced at the Alpha's voice before turning the black 2005 Toyota Sequoia around sharply and started to head down the 89 toward the 189. 

She had been shot! Someone shot his mate! At that moment, he felt it too, and he saw and felt it all. Wyatt growled fiercely, his heart rate hitting the same speed as Delphi's. He could feel her fear, sense her need to escape and run. She was still alive, just in pain. 

Wyatt's teeth elongated, his claws grew out, and his body showed other signs of threatening to transform into his Antro form. 

"Shit," Emmanuel swore under his breath and sped up the large SUV, going as fast as he could and breaking the speed limit. 

"Delphi! Hold on! I'm on my way!" Wyatt told her through their reopened bond, but all he could get from Delphi was that she was in pain, whoever shot her killed 'them', and that he was a murder; she couldn't hear him! 

Wyatt's fists tightened in the seat, breaking the arms of in the process. He wanted to jump out the car and sprint after her, but he knew that at this time, the SUV would get there before he did. 

"Delphi!"

~*~*~*~

Delphi's leg shook painfully, the bullet lodged into her thigh, and she felt the burning sensation running within the bleeding wound. 

"Silver Bullets!" Her mind barely registered it as she looked up and saw the man smiling toothily, his smile cruel on his face as he held a gun out at her, the barrel smoking. 

He started toward her, but they both looked sharply to the side, a large truck driving by, blocking each other off from sight. 

Delphi took that chance there and used her arms and good leg to kick herself off the ground, her hurt leg moved and made her cry out. She barely was able to grasp a bar on the truck, but when she readjusted her grasp, she held on with both hands for dear life. She looked to her left as the man ran onto the road. 

His smiled was in an agitated sneer as he fired again, causing Delphi to let out a yelp as the bullet barely missed her hand. 

He definitely wasn't human; the scent of cigarettes must have blocked of his real scent! 

Another round went off and ricochet off the metal edge of the truck, narrowly missing her side. As she ducked, another bullet hit the side of the truck where her skull should have been. Delphi whimpered when it ricochet off it, and rose to see the hole it caused, her eyes widening before she turned to look in his direction with her keen eyesight.

He was getting further off into the distance, and Delphi watched as he lowered his gun, the distance being too great to shoot her from now. 

Delphi stared awhile longer, her trembling lips and limbs quivered against the truck. Delphi's body finally gave in and let her cry against the truck. 

He tried to kill her, kill her as he had done her pack...as he done her parents. 

She leaned her head against the truck, her body felt heavier with her disabled leg. She let out several whimpers and hisses when she moved it, the silver bullet slowly burning away at her flesh from the inside out, but she had to hold on. No matter what.  

"Delphi! Delphi hold on! I'm coming!" She heard Wyatt's voice reach her head again. 

She looked up and whispered as she thought it back as well, "...W....Wyatt? Wyatt—"

The sudden shock and pain struck her left shoulder, causing her to once again be unable to hear Wyatt as she let go of the truck, the speed made her hit the pavement with a loud crack before she skid into the wet dirt, rolling down the side of the hill into every bump and cranny. 

Pain riddled throughout her body as she rolled away from the road. Her body finally stopped moving as she lay on her back, staring clear at the sky. It was a surprise to her why she hadn't blacked out yet, but the feeling of haziness showed her it wasn't that far off. 

Tears fell from Delphi's eyes as she let out a near silent cry. Through her snivels, she tried to move her right hand, but wailed out when it hurt to move that as well. She couldn't move back on her elbows to look around her, and the feeling of dangerous loneliness damaged her injured nerves further. 




Omega Pride Ch. 05



She, in the mist of all the pain, felt her flesh burn in her left shoulder. He had...shot her there. Delphi's cries echoed throughout her hurt body, but as much as it hurt, she couldn't stop, couldn't shake the undeniable terror that told her he would come and finish the job. 

She couldn't move, and she didn't know if that was what scared her more: knowing that the person who killed everyone she loved was after her life as well, or knowing that said person was leisurely approaching her, and she was in a position where she not only couldn't help herself, but she couldn't see him coming. 

Delphi's tearful whimpers got louder after several minutes passed and she heard the sound of boots crunching through the melting snow and cool, wet ground. She watched painfully as he looked down at her with a smile, his boots on either side of her head. Delphi cried as she stared up at him in the silence. 

His warm grin that didn't reach his eye implanted itself inside her mind and would haunt her forever as he tapped the side of her face twice with his dirty shoe, going around so that he stood over her near her side. 

He lit a cigarette, smoking it as he held up his gun and reloaded it slowly in front of her. Taking out the cigarette, he breathed it in her face, and it hurt too much to turn her head away from the dreadful smell he covered himself with. 

He then pointed the gun in front of her face, "...Miss Méraudin, look this way please. No, no. Don't close your eyes. There we go." 

Delphi lips trembled violently as she stared dead at the center of the barrel of the gun. 

"....Now...that was rude. I was just talking to you, Miss Méraudin. That was no real reason for you to just hit me in the head with that pipe," He told her, and Delphi could finally see the blood that trailed down the side of his head and neck from under his hat. 

His blood, his true scent, smelt strange to her. Not human, not wolf, or any animal species she's come into contact with, but she wouldn't dare say anything else with him looking down at her. 

He saw her eyes on his blood and kicked her side hard, making her let out a scream to the added injury, "...Eyes back on the barrel, Miss." 

Delphi did as she was told; her heart beat to furiously along with her trembling body with each passing second. 

"Fortunately for me, it will only take a few days to heal," He took another breath from his cigarette, making sure that every time he exhaled, he did on her, "...Now....I have no real reason to tell you why I did what I did...or why I'm doing what I'm doing...but I'm feeling courteous today. It is a good day after all." 

More tears fell from Delphi's dread-stained eyes as they shook. 

Once again, he kicked hard in her side, pulling another scream, "On the barrel, Miss. Now...where was I...Oh, I remember...for what it was worth after all these years, Miss Méraudin...you're pack didn't need to die. They were all good wolves, every single last wolf. Love. Kindness. A sense of unity. Very good qualities in a pack, and I respect them for that. But when they refused to give up who we asked for....they signed their own death warrant. Unfair, I know, I know, and I almost wish I hadn't done it.... But then again...I'm thankful to the Deities...wait a second. That's right. You and every pack out there believe in the Moon Goddess, I'm sure....so I'll thank her instead. ...Why? Well, seeing you, laying in this very spot, in this very position, with you looking helplessly up at me. Alone. Staring at my barrel." 

He let out a silent chuckle and shook his head slightly, "It reminds me of her. Your mother. No really, it does. I mean, who would have thought, that after all these years of trying to find the last Méraudin pack member, that I would find the daughter of my last kill here? In the backwaters of this forsaken place of all places? The Deities... No, my bad, forgive me...the Moon Goddess must be smiling on me today." 

Delphi stared up at him, this...this insane man. Her body continued to tremble painfully. 

He then cocked the gun and neared her face with it, causing it be at a range that even if she wasn't in so much pain couldn't avoid. 

".....Now...I know I spoke too much, and I must say this. Thanks so much for finding me. It's been a pleasure," He then winked at her, and rubbed her messy hair as one would a kid, "....Good night, Miss Méraudin." 

And Delphi stopped breathing.

A blur flashed over Delphi, charging straight into the man, and sending him flying backwards. She heard a gunshot fired as he flew back. 

What..? What happened? Delphi couldn't see any much but peaks of light from the blur that covered her. 

"Wait," she thought and sniffed weakly, smelling the smell of pine, sage, and myrrh....

on black fur...

that shown dark brown in the sun. 

"...W....Wyatt....?" She asked weakly before she was cut off with the sound of a deep, throaty growl accompanied by a booming, enraged bark, 

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"

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Wyatt couldn't believe what he saw when the man held a gun to Delphi's head. He didn't even think twice as he threw the door open and charged out, his body breaking and reshaping bones in painful, boisterous cracks. He saw red all the way there, his body growing in size and shredding through his clothes. He watched as this man cocked the gun and was about to squeeze the trigger. 

Wyatt lunged at the man just as he looked up, sending him flying backwards into the dirt. He barked sullenly at him. 

"...W...Wyatt? Is...is that...you?" He heard his mate ask weakly from underneath him. 

He dare not look at her right now. He already had an incentive to kill this fucking bastard, but he knew that if she looked as bad as he knew she felt, he'd make sure he suffered. 

Too late.

The thought put him over the edge as he pictured what he did to her, how he shot her twice, made her fall of a truck, break her wrist, and injure several areas on her body, and terrify her to tears. 

He watched as the man tried to get up and Wyatt charged again, this time pinning him down by his throat as he literally disarmed him, ripping the arm that held the offending gun clean off. 

The man let out a scream, but Wyatt silenced him as he slashed him across his face, tearing his ear off his face, slicing his cheek and eye socket open as well. He stared down at the man, his canines bared at him with menace. 

Logic wanted to ask him who the hell he was, and why he hurt her, but the thought of his mate hurt and in fear, and the familiar smell of this man's blood deposed logic as grabbed the fucker's jaw from the bottom, digging his large claws deep into it and underneath tongue and out the side of his sliced open mouth. 

He bit down hard onto his neck, shattering his spine and cutting straight through the spinal cord as he ripped his face and the bone structure in it off, breaking it from the back of his skull. 

Wyatt started down at the now distorted, defaced man, a growl in each heavy breath he took. His breathing started to slow down even further as his man's heart came to a stop.

He stood up at his full height and wanted to let out a howl, but refused against it since the last thing he needed was humans to get curious enough to investigate where it came from. 

Wyatt then turned and looked at Delphi, and his heart sank. He wished he could bring that bastard back to kill him again. 

She was shot in her left shoulder and right thigh, just like he had felt. Her right arm's wrist was bent in the wrong way and her face was cut up, most likely when she fell. 

There was definitely more to her pain underneath her cloths as he saw blood stains all over his white shirt and reach the surface of his pants and the holes in the jacket. 

As he neared her, he turned back to his human form, the same agonizing sounds occurred as he did so and the remaining strands of clothing slid off his human frame. 

"...Delphi," He whispered to her as he bent down to her where she could see him. 

"...Wyatt...?" Her lips trembled and her words dipped, "...Am...am I dead....?" 

"...No, beloved," He brushed her hair out of her dirty and beaten face. 

"...And....you're here....?" Her words became a whisper as another few tears fell from her eyes. 

He nodded, "....I'm going to get you home. And out of this state, okay?" 

He then put his hands under her to lightly lift her up, earning from Delphi a yelp of pain as her body contracted at his gentle touch. 

This made Wyatt's wolf whimper inside of him; he doesn't mean to hurt his mate, but had no choice, "Easy now." 

Her body fit easy in his arms as he held her close, resting her head lightly against his chest and under his chin. She looked up and then looked down again as he carried her, remaining silent. 

"Emmanuel, go and bury that filth," Wyatt commanded him firmly and with disgust as Emmanuel closed the front doors and opened the backseat door for them, knowing that his Alpha would want to sit with his mate. 

"Yes, my Alpha," Emmanuel nodded and went to go do as he was told, glancing only once at Delphi's state. 

~/~*~/~

Holding her, Wyatt maneuvered his body so that Delphi didn't move much. 

She let out a whimper in his arms as he continued held her close and closed the door. 

Wyatt glanced down at her and their eyes met. 

In the silence, he whispered in her mind a gentle command, "....Sleep now, Delphi. You've been through enough." 

The haziness in Delphi's eyes heard that command, and after an inhale of Wyatt's scent, she finally let herself black out.



~*~/~*~

Thanks for reading everyone!
Once again, sorry for the wait
I have had to balance between school and a new job
But I'll hop to the next chapter soon!



Omega Pride Ch. 06



The 6th installment of Omega Pride

I've read all your comments and the help you've all given me. Honestly, reading them all hit my heart and made me tear up, and I decided to continue on the series. Not just for me, but for you awesome people out there. 

Thank you all so very much for your support and even reading this story
I love all your comments and feedback, and the more I get the more I want to please you guys
French returns in this chapter, and what they mean will be explained after and context should help
Without further hesitation
Enjoy

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Chills ran down Delphi's body, pulling goose bumps from her as she breathed in the night air. 

"...Attente," The French word escaped her warm lips before she opened her eyes. 

Where...where was she? The last thing she remembered...was that she ran away...and got hurt...saved by...humans...and hunted down by— 

The thought made her look around quickly in fright, the snow shifting abruptly under feet. How had she gotten here?! She was in the middle of nowhere before, not the forest! What happened to the melting snow?! The day?! What happened to...him? Had he actually killed her? 

.....Wait. 

Delphi closed her eyes once more. He...he didn't. Wyatt. Wyatt, he...he saved her from that man... 

Delphi shot open her eyes, "Wyatt! Wyatt, où es-tu?!" 

She covered her mouth as she let out a gasp, the sound slipping between her fingers as she heard it faintly echo into the night. She...she wouldn't. No. She couldn't speak English! As much as she tried, it was like she didn't know how! But what was really worrying her....

Delphi looked at her hands. Her small hands. Her..child hands? She looked down at her body. A short sleeve dress...and green footless leggings? She was wearing what she wore— 

The scent of a roaring blaze shot a path through her thoughts. 

"...Non," She shook her head as ran toward the smell, "...Non! Pas encore! S'il vous plaît pas encore!" 

She ran as fast her legs could carry her through the snow, trees and shrubs. She skidded to a stop, her lips trembling and nose flared. 

It was her pack's den. 

It couldn't possibly be!

Yet there it stood, aflame as a giant, reckless, burning lantern in front of her. 

"Non......NON!!" Delphi screamed as she broke open the fire rimmed door, ignoring all natural signs of instinct to do so. 

She sneezed repeatedly and coughed heavily, the smell of suffocating smoke and burning carcasses rushing to her nose in a fierce hurry. She jumped in pure fright when she looked to the side of her. 

She wished she hadn't

It was Megane, a fellow Omega. 

The young female was more like an elder sister to Delphi: teaching her, caring for her, and disciplining when necessary. She had loved every ounce of Delphi as Delphi did her. Megane lay face down against the once neatly carve, now burning wooden counter, her dead eyes staring straight in Delphi's at her height, warning her, if not, begging her to turn the other way and to get far away as fast as possible. There was a bullet hole in the middle of her blacked and quickly decaying head, the blood trailing down the side of her face. Delphi turned away as the flame reached her dear friend, her dear sister's deformed face, consuming her too in the inferno. 

Megane's dead face would forever haunt her mind. She wanted to retch, she wanted to cry, but at the sound of cracking wood, she unconsciously ran forward, nearly getting impaled by the wood that fell upon Megane, consuming half of the already incinerated kitchen. 

She ran as fast as she could out of the kitchen and let out a pained whine as she saw many bodies, mostly Antro forms, of her decimated pack. 

"...N....Non... Degaré...?" She saw the Theta male in his Antro form, fallen against the wall beside the kitchen with several shots in his heart and chest, he too rotting away. 

He had mated Megane. He must have tried to protect her before he died. She moved past him, avoiding the burning furniture and collapsing beams, stepping over the dead bodies that lay on the once green now blood stained to black carpet,

"Elliot...

Sylvianne...

Fulbert...

Monsieur Loup...

Monsieur Sacha...

Aline...

Claire...

Mlle Idette..."

Each name of the ones she spoke made her and her wolf howl mournfully inside, and surface with tears. This is impossible. She shouldn't see this. They shouldn't be dead. Yet...yet they were. And she was here....This wasn't possible...

She finally started to cry aloud as she neared the stairs, a single, almost silent wail exited her throat as she fell to her knees at the lifeless state of two wolves in their Anthro form, "...Alpha.....Alpha Raoul...Madame Alpha Florence...Pourquoi...pourquoi cela arrive...?" 

She rose a sadden hand to her Alphas' faces, gently closing their eyes, their fur drenched in blood as she slid her hand down. She rocked back and forth on her knees as she wept over their bodies, words unnecessary. She sharply turned her head to the second floor, her cries stopped, as she heard a sound that sounded nothing like fire destroying wood. 

Without a second longer, she ran up the stairs as fast as her body could carry her, but the stairs broke from under her feet from her added weight, the weakening case unable to even support this form's small frame. However, thinking fast, she grabbed onto the railing, holding on tight. 

It was hot—far too hot—but she let out a grunt as she pulled herself up. She looked at her hands. She knew the blood was rushing toward what was definitely going to be burns despite the fact that the flame's color made it extremely hard to differentiate, even for her sharp sight. Heck, it barely mattered since her nose hardly worked anymore either.

Delphi looked down at the broken staircase. She wouldn't be able to go back down, but she figured it was far too late to leave now as she then pulled herself to her feet despite the growing sting in her hands and ran toward the room where the sound was coming from. It was...no....it was coming from her and her parents' room! NO!! She burst open through the door before she heard the sound of a gunshot and a loud and defining yelp. 

"PAPA!!!!" She screamed in horror as she watched her father look at her right as the light disappeared from his eyes before his wolf body hit the floor harshly with a thud. 

"D...Delphinia...!" She heard a voice weakly make its way into her head. 

She shot her eyes toward the whisper's origin and let out a fearful gasp. Her mother looked weakly at her, her white, dark grey, and blonde coat shone brightly against the fire's glow, blood dripping from her mouth in her state. Her mother's front legs were broken; it was clear enough for her to see from there. 

"N...non, Delphi...nia...!" Her mother stopped her from stepping forward, a weak whine in her body, "Fuir...! Fuir...d'ici...chéri...!" 

"Maman!" Delphi shook her head and cried, but at the moment, she no longer felt her mother in her mind, as a gunshot echoed through the room, making Delphi jerk as watched her mother fall to the floor, even Delphi's screams couldn't reach the surface of her petrified body, the devastation all too consuming. 

She heard the sound of boots approach her and she felt cold despite the extreme heat of the surrounding flames. Slowly, she willed herself to look up, seeing a gun barrel first, then a warm...yet poisonous grin that held a lit cigarette. 

"...Impossible," Delphi barely whispered took a step back, her body shook violently in the fear that held captive her voice, "....Impossible. Tu es mort...Vous êtes mort! Wyatt vous avez tué!" 

The man smiled at her as he blew the cigarette smoke on her face, "...Now...how can you possibly be so sure that I'm dead, little Miss Méraudin? Afterall, I'm right here." 

"N...non! NON! Rien de tout cela est réel! Il n'est pas vrai!" Delphi screamed as she backed away from his ever advancing steps, glancing painfully quickly to the sides of her for escape. This was impossible! 

"Oh, but Little Miss Méraudin, it is. It is real, and I am here to grant you eternal rest from this cold, harsh world you are so cruelly forced to live in," The man smiled at her, the flames and her fear shone brightly in his eyes. 

"N...N....NON!!!" Delphi cried as she tried to run in vain, but felt herself get shot in her thigh and shoulder, causing her to crash hard into the railing as she let out ear-splitting cry in pain, the wood cracking and made her lips bleed from a combination of impact and how dry the fear and fire made them. 

Delphi did her best and tried feebly to turn herself over, her wails accompanied each attempt. When she finally succeeded however, she was met with the barrel once again. 

The man inhaled the cigarette once more and breathed on her, "...Good night, Little Miss Méraudin. Sweet dreams." 

He unloaded his last shell into Delphi's skull, her face eternally froze in the tears and terrors she saw as the ground gave from under her body and she too was claimed by Hell's flame.

~*~*~

Delphi let out an ear piercing scream as she woke up with a jolt. She wish she hadn't as her shoulder and thigh burned intently from the bullets and her broken wrist spasmed in the pain. 

But she couldn't react else wise as she screamed, "Il a tué ma meute! Je ne veux pas mourir! Ne me tuez pas! Aidez-moi! Aide-moi! AIDE-MOI!!" 

"Delphi! Calm down! You're going to keep hurting yourself!" A voice above her spoke, but she couldn't relax. 

"Mère! Mère! Il a tué ma mère! Et il va faire la même chose pour moi!" Tears ran uncontrollably down her face, "Je vais mourir! Je vais mourir! Ma meute! Il va me tuer aussi!" 

"Delphi!" She felt her cheek get grabbed with a firm, strong, yet gentle hand , making her look up into feral, yet at the same time, calming eyes. 

"Delphi," Wyatt told her calmly as he held her close, "It's alright now. You're alright...He won't come after you." 

Delphi's eyes seemed to search his frantically, her lips trembling with fear, "...Mais mon meute ... il a tué ma famille aussi ... Comme il sera avec moi—" 

"He will not." Wyatt replied firmly, yet softly," He will not be coming after you, beloved." 

Delphi stopped searching his eyes as tears fell from hers. She turned her head into his chest and wept, "...Ça fait mal... Il fait tellement mal, Wyatt..." 

"I know, beloved. I know," He whispered to her.

~/~/~

Inside, Wyatt was a tense, infuriated wreck. His mate was in pain physically, mentally, and emotionally. He had never seen such fear on anyone's face before: never in the Delaney pack, and never that severe on the face of even his enemies. To see it on her... 

Wyatt and his wolf let out a bitter growl, yet at the same time a troubled whine. She had been asleep for the last couple of hours, and even though he was right here, he couldn't pull her out of the nightmare she was having. It was strange, as if something was keeping him out of it. Her perhaps? He didn't know. 

As Delphi once again settled in his now clothed arms—he redressed with spare clothes in the car—Wyatt thought about the man that was to blame. He couldn't understand a word she was saying—he hasn't had a true chance to practice his French in 187 years—but her thoughts hit him loud and clear. 

"That bastard killed her pack. But how? What the hell was he? A vam—" The near thought made him want to smack himself. There was no such thing as a vampire. As much as humans fancy the idea of a cold grotesque corpse that goes around seducing lovers and draining them dry for substance, there was no such thing as a living dead; if it's dead, it isn't coming back. That guy wasn't a human or a wolf...He smelt of a creature he hasn't sniffed out in a long time— 

"Could he be a...?" Wyatt thought before closing his eyes and shook his head, "....No. That was impossible. There was no way—"

Wyatt's attention shifted back to Delphi as she let out a scream again. His eyes went wide as he saw literal smoke coming from the bullet holes in her body. As quickly yet lightly as he could, he ripped open the hole near the shot on her shoulder. Blood was quickly rising to the top of the wound and the skin around it was turning red and then black in severe discoloration. Delphi's left arm began to twinge painfully, and as Wyatt felt her leg do the same, he knew it had the same thing happening to it. 

"Emmanuel!" He looked at his beta in the front seat. 

"We're almost there, Alpha," Emmanuel nodded and sped up even faster. 

They drove past the Ranger Station without stop and pulled into the compound's open gates. As the car came to a screeching halt, Emmanuel didn't even get a chance to unbuckle himself before Wyatt was out of the SUV with Delphi and heading toward a building almost as wide as the manor itself. 

Wyatt let out a low warning growl to all of the wolves as they tried to near them, stopping them in their place. They felt curious to see what was going on or what was happening, the slowly growing scent in the air was more than enough proof of that. 

Hell, he didn't exactly understand why this was happening himself! Each step he made, no matter if it was slow or quick, Delphi yelled in agony of the pain, causing his ears to go red from the volume. He knew she couldn't help it; He could feel the bullets burning through her flesh, their mental link wide open for him to feel all her pain, fear, and panic. 

He was going to need to get better control of this later—they both were—but they had no time to do that now, and if he knew exactly where and what was hurting her, he could maneuver as best he could. 

Damn it! 

He had seen Silver Bullet shots before. He's been shot with Silver Bullets before! But it was never like this! 

"Denver! Florideen," He called out mentally as he neared the building, "Get a bed ready!" 

"Right away, my Alpha," The female, Florideen's voice responded first in his head. 

"What is wrong, my Alpha?" The male, Denver, asked him. 

"Silver Bullets. I don't know why it's reacting so badly," Wyatt hated feeling helpless, he hated being ignorant, but he no other choice right now. 

The doors opened for him as he ran up the four marble steps and onto the tan colored tiled floors. 

"Alpha," A female with platinum blonde hair in a bob hair cut approached them, speeding up her steps to reach them. 

"Is this her?" She asked when she looked at Delphi. 

Wyatt got out a nod and she returned it in understanding. 

"This way," She ran down the hallway and into a washed out cream colored room. 

A male with messy short black hair and frameless glasses turned and looked at him, setting down the tray of medical tweezers. 

Wyatt felt unnerved at the metallic tools as he set Delphi down on the bed. 

She let out another cry in pain and it returned his focus to her. 

"Shh, shh," He tried to sooth her, "It will be okay, beloved. We'll get these out of you soon." 

Delphi looked up at him through pained, teary eyes as the man with the glasses went to go get scissors. 

"...This is...your mate Alpha—" The female was met with a fierce growl and she bent her gaze the floor submissively. 

"Not now, Florideen," Wyatt barked before turning his gaze back to Delphi. 

"Mate," The male made Florideen look up as he handed her a pair of scissors, "Start on her pants." 

She nodded and did what she was told. 

Wyatt's wolf reared and made him growled at the male, Denver, who was dangerously close to his distressed mate. 

What the hell was this male doing?! His wolf growled in his head. 

"He's helping her," Wyatt told his agitated wolf, but his wolf didn't want to hand him the reins. 

Our mate will not be touched by another male. Especially right now! His wolf barked in his mind, making Wyatt's growl become a deeper, more threatening one. 

Denver looked up at him both submissively and hesitantly, "...My Alpha, you want us to save her or not?" 

Wyatt immediately stopped growling. His wolf got the point and let his logic through. They had to let them do this. This male had to invade her proximity to get the silver out; he was also already mated to Florideen. As much as he hated it, they had to.  

"...Save her," Wyatt commanded them, getting himself back in check as he watched his mate silently cry in agony from just the fabric being removed from her delicate and damaged olive skin. 

"My Deity of Life...!" Florideen covered her mouth as she removed the pants entirely. She looked up at her mate as he removed the jacket and shirt as well, leaving Delphi naked. They both looked at Wyatt in shock as his pulled down the length of this face in disbelief. 

He knew that she had been hurt badly, but this badly?! 

The wounds, cuts, and bruises on her body looked like she did more than just fall, and they were still bleeding! The smell of them reeked of silver, blood, and fresh, decaying flesh that he didn't recognize until now. 

"Alpha," Denver tried to get his eyes off his injured Delphi, "Please. Remain calm. She will be in less pain if you remain calm." 

Wyatt's feral yet heavily concerned eyes looked at Denver. 

After a moment, a single, deep, breathy exhale from Wyatt made Denver nod and look back at Delphi. 

"Alpha, what happened to her?" Florideen asked, trying to get her wits about her, "This is more than what just silver bullets can do." 

"She," Wyatt cleared his throat, "She fell of a truck, but I didn't feel the injuries were this much." 

"How long ago, my Alpha?" Denver asked, his keen eyes examining Delphi's battered condition. 

"One, two hours at the most," Wyatt answered. 

Florideen looked at Denver, "A truck fall shouldn't have caused this much damage, not for a wolf. She should have been healing by now." 

Denver shook his head, "The silver, Mate. It's known to stop our bodies from healing, or even shifting for that matter, which would allow us to heal faster." 

"I know, but the silver should have only stopped the healing process, not caused the wounds to get bigger," Florideen said, "The wounds' edges look like they've been enlarged." 

Denver said nothing as he looked at the bullet holes in her shoulder and thigh while Florideen looked at her broken wrist. 

"That will come later," Denver spoke to her, "We need to get these bullets out now. They are causing severe tissue necrosis." 

"It never gets—" Florideen started. 

"But it is," Denver told her, "I'm going to need you to hold her down." 

"What?" Wyatt was already irritated that they were too busy talking about her injuries instead of doing something about them, and now they wanted to restrain her?! 

"My Alpha, we need to do this, and I have to tell you now. To remove these bullets is going to hurt her, but not nearly as much as letting them sit and continue to do their job," Denver told him as he turned and got a set of large, yet thin tweezers. 

"These aren't normal bullets, not even for silver bullets, my Alpha, and we aren't sure what can happen if we left them," Florideen, as gently as she could, pinned Delphi's arms to her side, causing her to let out another cry in pain. 

She then looked at Denver, "Could we sedate her?" 

Denver shook his head just as Wyatt let out a growl, "Too late to do that. We wouldn't be able to get the correct dosage in time: at this rate, she'll lose her arm, part of her chest, her leg, and lower right side of her torso, and I highly doubt our Alpha would like anything else that's sharp, pointed, and potentially harmful near his...mate." 

Wyatt glare was burning down on them and worry upon his Delphi. 

Denver knew better; Florideen still needed a lot of work. 

With one last confirming look at Wyatt, Denver proceeded to stick the tweezers Delphi's shoulder, using his sharp wolf eyesight to grab the invading bullet. 

The moment it touched the bullet hole, Delphi let out a piercing scream in pain as—despite her body—she started thrashing against Florideen's strong grip. 




Omega Pride Ch. 06



Wyatt's heart beat in sync with Delphi's pained ones, his breathing increasing with her screams, and his wolf growling, whining, and barking fiercely against their mental reins, trying to get to the agonizing yelps and whimpers her wolf was making in their head. 

Wyatt's fists shook as they tightened even more, his growing claws pierced into his palms, causing blood to drip slowly past his clenched fingers. 

"She shouldn't be feeling this," Florideen told her mate over Delphi's chronic shrieks of suffering, "With the necrosis, she shouldn't feel this." 

"Then the bullet's necrosis has the ability to allow nerves to live while the major tissues die," Denver told her with a semi-grunt, "Grabbed hold of it. I'm pulling it out now." 

When he started to pull, Delphi's already loud wails became deafening screams that caused Denver, Wyatt, and Florideen to violently flinch, their ears turning beat red—Wyatt's ears breaching purple—from the volume and intensity of her cries. 

Wyatt let out a deep growl, his canines elongated as Denver pulled the silver bullet.

"Stop."

"I got it," Denver told him, "It's almost out my Alpha."

Delphi's head whipped back and forth as she screamed, tears pouring from her now glowing eyes with reckless abandon.

"Stop it!"

"The tip is breaching her skin," Denver looked up at him before looking back down.

Delphi's thrashing increased sevenfold to where her body seemed to be in a constant seizure, blood rushing faster out of open wounds, her face color turning red, and Florideen needed to apply more pressure to hold her down.

"I SAID ENOUGH!" Wyatt barked, his emerald eyes glowing with a deep rage in them.

Florideen looked up at him, "It's almost—"

"IT'S GOING DEEPER, DAMN IT!!!"

This made Denver stop and pull the tweezers away from the bullet which appeared to have breached her skin and visible for them to see. Delphi's screams started to diminish to vehement pants, her blood and color lessening in intensity as he did. 

"Alpha what's going on?" Florideen asked. 

"It's going deeper," Wyatt growled, "As in it's going deeper into her shoulder joint!" 

"What do you propose we do then?" Denver looked at Wyatt, his tone showed his aggravation, but he quickly corrected it, "We can't let them just stay there, my Alpha." 

Wyatt still gave him a warning growl and Denver submitted humbly. 

"...We'd have to...cut...open the wound so we can push it out from the other side," Florideen spoke with so much tentativeness that anyone with lesser hearing wouldn't have heard her. 

"What?" Wyatt's voice growled out threateningly, making her swallow as she continued to look down. 

"Mate... I already told you—" Denver told her warningly, but at the same time, an undertone of worry for his mate was in his voice. 

"I know, but if we can cut open her tissue from the other side, we can force the bullet out from said side without it...growing. It might the only way to do so," She told him, a little more confidence in her words. 

"...But we might have to cut through bone, and partially through a joint," Denver told her, making worried glances back and forth from Wyatt's angry scowl to his mate's serious, yet timid face. 

"True...but she is a wolf like us. She'll heal once we get it out," Florideen steadily looked to her Alpha, but didn't even look past him chin and twitching lips, "Alpha...may we do so?" 

Frankly, Wyatt and his wolf—who were both coming to loathe the phrase "She'll heal" more and more with each passing second—were pissed at both the fact that these two wolves, who were suppose to be the best pack Healers they have, couldn't take care of his mate without having to find another reason to hurt her, and also the fact that they were treating Delphi like she didn't have an opinion in the matter! 

However...his mate...could barely think of anything but the pain in her body. In fact, the pain was the only thing that was both threatening her conscious and preventing her from losing it. 

"...Delphi," He whispered in her mind gently, "...What do you want?" 

It was silent except for that reoccurring whisper in her mind. As he focused more on it, the only thing he got from her was the repeated, 

"It hurts... It hurts... It hurts..." 

His heart sank at how her own mental words matched and echoed with what she looked like and when she cried. 

He looked back at Denver and Florideen let out a deep sigh from his nose, "...Do it." 

Florideen let out a small breath that she seemed like she didn't even know she held, "Denver, prop her body up. We're going to need both sides visible." "

Understood," Denver began to manually push up the bed quickly yet gently to avoid Delphi screaming anymore than she had and was going to, "Get the scalpel blades No. 10, 15, and 23...and a small container." 

Florideen nodded and used her wolf speed to run out the room and back. Wyatt then could see out the corner of his eye when the door opened; A few wolves wanted to see why his Delphi was screaming and crying as loud as she did. 

"This isn't some show to watch! All of you who are not permitted by me must stay out and leave! Now!" Wyatt issued a mental command that made more than a few flinch at the harshness in his tone, but they all obeyed his command. 

Florideen set the needed items on the table next to the tray and quickly changed into thicker, silver-resistant gloves; Denver followed suit in matter of moments. 

"Ready?" She asked as she looked at her mate when he grabbed the No. 10 blade, once again pinning Delphi down. 

Denver gave a small nod as he looked at his Alpha. 

Wyatt's jaw clenched as he turned his head away from what they were about to do. 

Delphi's screams and thrashing once again started as Denver proceeded to cut through her blackening and bloody flesh from her damaged back. A mushy, black liquid was coming out the incision the further he cut into her back. Delphi thrashed back and forth, screaming to the top of her lungs. 

"My Alpha," Florideen looked at him, her restraining arms shaking, "Please. Please try to calm her mind. If she continues, she may cause further damage to herself that she has to undergo necessary." 

Wyatt knew this to be true, but his wolf was once again at war with him. He wanted—needed—to kill Denver and Florideen for hurting his mate further. He needed to be the one to protect her! 

"No," Wyatt argued against his wolf, "They are helping her. Better than we can right now." 

His wolf growled at his thoughts venomously. We can! Kill the traitors and all that dare hurt our mate like this! We can and will protect her! 

"Then how do you supposed to do that?" Wyatt growled back at his wolf, "Kill those that can help her in any way, shape, or form and protect her body as she dies?!" 

The thought and image popped in both his and his wolf's minds, and against everything they knew and learned from the unwelcomed emotion, it greatly saddened them; seeing them hold and stand over Delphi protectively as she cried in agony while she died. It was more like they were the ones that killed her— 

The thought gave Wyatt's logic full control. 

"No! That will never happen!" Wyatt growled at himself as he focused on Delphi's thoughts once more. 

"Beloved, I understand. I know you're in pain, but if you struggle like this, you will only hurt yourself more. I'm right here." 

He took a step toward her from the wall, "Delphi. Delphi, look at me." 

Delphi's thrashing continued along with her cries, but her thoughts of pain got louder as he tried to reach her mind. 

"Mate, look at me!" He commanded mentally. 

Slowly, but painfully, Delphi's head stopped and tear filled eyes looked at him, her body vibrated in her pain and agony, her eyes red from it all. 

"Mate," He called to her in her mind, "Look at me. Only me. Everything will be alright. You just need to focus on me so you don't hurt yourself more than now." 

Delphi's lips trembled fiercely as more tears fell from her eyes, yet her screams weren't as loud as before. 

"It...it hurts so much...Wyatt....Make them stop..." Her mind whispered back. 

"You know they have to do this, Delphi. It's the only way for them to save you," He reminded her—and himself constantly—trying to maintain keeping her calm.

Delphi's thoughts once again faded into the darkness, exchanging it for her screams. 

"We're through," Denver spoke as he quickly used a metal rod to start pushing the bullet up while using the tweezers to pull from the other side. 

Delphi's screams were dreadfully loud, but her iridescent orange to blue-grey eyes—tear-filled and red—did not leave Wyatt's emerald ones for a second outside of blinking hard past the never-ending flood of tears. 

"Almost..." Denver grunted. 

Florideen's eyes travelled back and forth from Delphi to the bullet hole. 

As Delphi let out one last blistering yell Denver pulled the elongated bullet out of the wound, "Out!" He quickly stood up and went over to put the bizarre shell in the bin. 

That was one down.

"Denver!!" Florideen shouted and at that moment, Wyatt saw the bullet grow in length at a terrifying rate: it trying to extend back to the hole on Delphi it was from! 

Florideen let go of Delphi's right arm and reached over, trying to grab the offending bullet before it reached Delphi's wound. 

However, it slid straight through the side of her closed palm, causing her to yelp sharply in pain as she tumbled backward against the wall, her scent of blood mixed into the air along with Delphi's, causing Denver to sniff rapidly in dismay. 

Wyatt quickly moved and grabbed the tray that lay across from Delphi, causing all the equipment to clatter and clash to the ground as he blocked the bullet from its intended path. 

"Mate!" Denver barked a whine at he started toward his mate. 

The bullet started to shrink as he did, and Wyatt detected this almost instantaneously. 

He lay the tray on Delphi's chest, shielding her and stopping the bullet from reaching any further before quickly grabbing a larger, deeper metal container and hurrying over to him, "Denver, pick up the pace!" 

Catching onto his meaning, he quickly walked toward Delphi, the abnormal bullet getting smaller and smaller until it was small enough to which he dropped the thin silver pole of a bullet inside. 

Instead of running or moving quickly as Denver had done before—or as he currently wanted to—Wyatt walked slowly toward the sink and put it and the container inside. Sure enough, it grew very slowly when walking compared to growing quickly when running or moving fast. What the hell?

"Florideen! Florideen, are you okay?" Denver asked his mate who held her injured hand with her other close to her chest. 

"I-I'll be fine," She hissed slightly, "I'll...heal." 

"Let me see," He commanded her, his tone and scent drenched in worry. 

Hesitantly, she did as she was told. 

"Oh Deities," He growled lowly as Wyatt returned and saw the dead flesh that matched Delphi's on her hand. 

Though she was wearing a thick glove for silver, it cut clean across her palm—no surprise at the speed it moved—and had blacked—deteriorated—her skin as well. 

Wyatt turned his attention to Delphi and he let out a sigh of relief that surprised him to know he held. The wounds closest the bullet-free gap in her shoulder had stopped bleeding and started to heal; he could see that the cells from around the dead ones were starting to regenerate her shoulder. As he had said, what was dead was dead, but fortunately, Delphi's body was already getting rid of the dead tissue to heal; though, rather slowly compared to the other Delaney members. 

"Don't worry, Denver. I'll heal," Florideen told her mate, "Look, I'm already starting to heal right now." 

"You sure?" Concern woven in Denver's hardened words. 

"Do I smell of deceit to you?" She asked him, "Unfortunately, I can't hold her down for the rest." 

"...I understand... Go heal up, Mate," Denver nodded and pressed his forehead to hers before she got up to leave. 

"You may not leave," Wyatt commanded, stopping her dead in her tracks. 

A scent of confusion started to overpower its brother scent of worry as it rolled off their bodies and whiffed a path into the air. 

He looked at her seriously, "I fully understand you need to heal. However, you also need to exam your wound closely. That thing that was in Delphi might react to you the same way it did her now." 

Florideen's eyes widened in realization at his words; she too was at risk of that abnormal bullet growing and attacking her. 

"...Yes Alpha," She nodded her head, and as she steady leaned back against the wall she was formerly at, Denver moved to the sink. 

With a low growl being heard, he turned on the gooseneck faucet. "

Denver, what the hell are you doing?" Wyatt inquired, but when Denver looked at him, it wasn't a look of defiance, but rather...confusion? And concern? 

"Alpha...you should see this," Denver looked back into the sink. 

Wyatt took another look at his slowly healing mate before he quickly walked over as saw what Denver was saying. 

The bullet...was shrinking. 

Under the cold water, it was shrinking back to the size of a normal bullet. 

"...What the fuck is this?" Wyatt whispered with a growl in his voice. 

Denver shook his head, his scent of confusion and serious facial expression didn't change, "I don't know yet, my Alpha."

A cry from Delphi made them turn back to her, and Wyatt wanted to beat the shit out of himself for leaving her side. The other bullet in her leg was still there! 

Denver ran over, removing the tray from her chest and picked up the tools, quickly sterilizing them before putting them back in their place while Wyatt ran to Delphi's side. Propping up her leg as quickly as he could—which earned more cries in pain from Delphi—Denver grabbed the blade again, this time, the bigger No. 23 scalpel. 

"This one should be easier and less painful to get out, my Alpha. But, she's going to have to be held down," Denver looked up at him as he also grabbed the tweezers and the small container. 

"Do what you have to," This time, Wyatt spoke without hesitation, and his wolf gave him full cooperation before he lightly put his arm over her chest and grabbed the side of the bed with one arm and then rested his free hand over her undamaged leg. 

He looked Delphi in her eyes, "All will be well, Delphi. Breath, and look only at me."

As Denver began to cut into the less damaged side of her blackening leg, tears reformed in Delphi's eyes and a steady yet boisterous scream came from her vocal cords, lungs, and mouth. 

"Delphi," Wyatt tried to calm her—and himself—down as Denver cut through, "Look at me, beloved. It's okay. It will be okay. This is only temporary." 

Delphi let out a slightly different scream that went through Wyatt's mind, causing him to look sharply at the male Healer with a snarl, "Watch it! Don't cut through her bone!" 

"My apologies," Denver grunted at he cut, "The bullet...is lodged...near it...between two muscles..." 

Delphi started thrashed against Wyatt's restraints, and it almost surprised him when he had to use a little more pressure to hold her down. This was why Florideen's arms shook when she held her? 

He had not time to contemplate on this as Delphi's leg of operation jerked fiercely, causing Denver to accidentally cut deeper than intended. Delphi's screamed violently at this, the pain starting to become too much once more as Wyatt flinched, feeling the pain inflicted in her leg. 

Denver didn't even say anything as he did. He couldn't. Rather, he gave a small apologetic glance at Wyatt before readjusting to cut correctly. 

As much as Wyatt wanted to tear Denver's throat out, maim him, or just plain injure him in any sort of way he saw fit, it wasn't his fault. Growling mutely, he looked at Delphi and persisted, "Don't kick Delphi. You're just hurting yourself more. This is almost done, I swear it."

Sure enough, Denver quickly grabbed the thin rod, "I have it, my Alpha. Getting it out now." 

With that, Denver pushed and pulled the bullet, it too attempting to grow as the shell before it had done while it was getting removed. Delphi's eyes shut in the pain. 

"No, Delphi. Look at me. I'm right here," Wyatt demanded her focus. 

Shaking once again, Delphi once more looked at him, showing that he had broken through her fragile, yet regenerative mental barriers as she quieted down. Her pain-stricken eyes searched his frantically, but it was as if they truly weren't searching for anything there. Rather, they were trying to hold onto them. Her lips trembled with unheard cries as she continued to watch Wyatt. 

"Almost..." Denver spoke as he operated.

Delphi's leg vibrated in pain, but not nearly harshly as before.

"Hurry up, Denver," Wyatt told him, feeling Delphi's mind starting to slip from his grasps again.

"Got it..." Denver grunted as he continued to push and pull.

Whines and whimpers started to resume their flow out of Delphi's mouth, her tear burdened eyes slowly started to close, squeezing them.

"Denver," Wyatt spoke lowly to him.

Delphi's mind slipped more as her leg slowly increased in convulsion before she started crying louder.

"Out!" Denver gave one final push.

A scream ran through Delphi as her eyes bulged, her leg twitched violently as Denver grabbed the container, dropped the silver in and slowly proceeded to the sink. A gasp from her followed...and bit by bit...her body relaxed and stopped bleeding...Her eyes...slowly closed...

It was over.

~*~*~

Delphi's body pounded, the blood surging through her veins were started to increase in speed, her pulse steadying, her heart stabilizing, and the pain...the pain was starting to melt into the sea of memories, though a constant and ever reminding sense of it lay under the surface. 

She couldn't see, touch, or smell anything; not her wolf or herself. Yet...she was calm. Something was keeping her calm. Something soothing... protective... gentle... caring... would never hurt her...never... 

A voice reached her ears in an echo—silent at first—that gradually grew in resonance. It...it called her name. That voice...was deep and gentle, like the winds of spring. Yet passionate, alluring, and warm like fire. 

With invisible hands, she reached for that voice, her own unable to even form in her thoughts. The more she reached it, the more she could scent. It too was faint at first, but as she persisted, the scent of pine...followed by sage and myrrh entered her senses, her heart leapt in her chest, heating up as the smell encased her welcoming—lovingly. 

And soon, light—though too bright—returned to her vision, blur filled her eyes as she felt the pound of soreness wrought throughout her body. Yet...she could still smell that secure, intoxicating scent that fought against the ache. 

She turned her head, though it hurt to move, toward the scent with those feral emerald eyes, wild hair, and bronze skin. 

"...Wyatt...?" Her voice out raspy, her throat too was sore from what she knew had to be from screaming and crying. 

"Shhh...." Wyatt put his large hand next to her cheek, stroking it gently, "All is well." 

The pain had overtaken her in the darkness, and if she hadn't heard the voice—his voice—she didn't think she or her wolf would have lived. Delphi slowly turned her head, looking around the foreign area; her range did not allow her to see neither Denver nor Florideen. 

"...Wh...where are we?" 

"The hospital wing in pack lands," He informed her, stroking her cheek and hair, his lips twitching as if to smile at her. Delphi's eyes traveled downward before looking back at him. 

Right when she about to say something else, he bent his head to hers and kissed her lips. Though soft and light as it was, the scent of love and relief rolled of his skin as it mixed in the small, lingering thoughts of passion that trailed from his mind to hers. In her haze and their shared emotions through their bond, she weakly kissed him back, her previous thoughts forgotten. 




Omega Pride Ch. 06



"Words will come later," He whispered softly to her as he eased out of it, "Sleep now." 

On his command, her eyes grew heavy. Slowly fluttering shut, she fell into a painless sleep.

~/~/~

Wyatt stood straight up over his now peacefully sleeping mate in silence. Her body was starting to heal, again, rather slowly, but healing. 

He wanted to lick her wounds, but he figured it would be best until he knew her body would heal a good portion of itself on its own, as much as he didn't want to wait. 

Her mind was starting to return to a less aggravated state, and she didn't seem to be having any nightmares soon. That was a relief. He then looked over to Denver as he turned off the faucet. If the water made the first bullet shrink back to its original size, then surely this one would too. 

"Denver," Wyatt got the male's attention, "I want you to figure out what that thing is as soon as possible. I want a full analysis." 

"Yes, my Alpha," Denver nodded his head as he put both bullets together. 

Florideen, who had been completely silence both verbally and mentally, had finally gotten up on her feet again and started toward him, "I will help you too, Denver." 

"...You need to rest," He told his mate softly. 

"No need," Florideen told him, showing her healing palm, "It should be healed entirely in an hour or so." 

Denver looked at her, "Mate—" 

"Florideen," Wyatt stopped them both, "He will do what I asked him to do. You're hand is healing, and for that I need you to patch the wounds on my mate. Her wrist is broken and needs attention, and because she wasn't born Delaney, her wounds need dressing as well until they fully heal." 

Florideen looked at Delphi and then after awhile, she looked back at her Alpha and nodded, "Understood my Alpha." 

"Good," Wyatt turned to leave, "After you are done, have her sent to my suite. I do not want her anywhere near those." 

As they bowed their heads at him, he looked at Delphi one last time before leaving.

"Emmanuel," He projected out to his Beta, "When Delphi arrives at my rooms, watch her, and send her down to my study when she wakes up." 

"Understood, my Alpha," Wyatt projected back. 

This time, Delphi would be looked after, though he doubted she would run again. She was in no condition to and even if she tried, he would be able to catch his runaway mate with ease. 

As he walked toward the manor, he could feel the tug, the pull of the bond he and Delphi shared stretch like indestructible, invisible rubber. He could feel her in his head, just as he knew she could feel him in hers. 

As he walked up the steps, he growled over the day's actions. Everything that happened, that led up to now...shouldn't have. He should have been with her the entire time. They should have never gotten out of the room, hell the bed—the thought almost made him want to growl lustfully if not the circumstances. It was their day to reestablish their bond and get to know each other over...

and over...

and over...

and over again. Yet, that didn't happen. She ran. If she hadn't been hurt, he and his wolf would have punished her somehow, but again...the circumstances. She ran into that man and he had hurt her like that.

That brought him back to the question at hand. 

"Keric, Adeline, to my study in three hours," He projected as he made his way toward it now. 

He needed to get to the bottom of this. Who was he, what was he, why did he kill Delphi's pack, and why did he try to kill her? He needed the answers. But first he needed to level his head.

~/~/~

"Yes, my Alpha?" Adeline pushed open the left door, and Keric held it open for her before entering herself. 

Wyatt looked up at them from his seat, his hands folded in front of his mouth. 

"Sit down," He told them quietly, and without question they did so. 

It was silent for only a brief moment before he spoke up. 

"I didn't want to find out from either of you, but I need to know. What was it about Delphi's past that you wanted to tell me?" 

The two shuffled in their seats; Adeline looked at her brother before looking back at Wyatt. 

"....It was about the packs she was from," Adeline spoke humbly. 

Wyatt tilted his head slightly toward her, "She was a part of packs separate from the Méraudin pack?" 

"Yes, my Alpha," Keric spoke up, "Two in which we believe might have suppressed her over a course of years: the Oakens pack of Pennsylvania and the Stenpryde pack of Canada." 

An almost uncontrolled, menacing growl escaped from Wyatt's throat at the two names, causing Adeline to gulp and Keric to tighten his hands into fists. 

No wonder why they didn't want Delphi here when they told him. If it weren't due to current standings, he might have started a war with them! Both packs left a bad taste in his mouth along with a bad scar on all wolf packs. Why they still existed today was a wonder. 

They were probably the reason why Delphi went lone. T

hey were probably the other reason besides their reputation why she ran away from this pack... 

"Do you know how long she was with each pack? Or how she escaped?" Wyatt asked lowly. 

"Neither," Adeline shook her head. Silence resumed in the room, the sound of the clock ticking being heard in the background. 

After what seemed like forever, he stood up, "What do either of you know about the Méraudin pack and their destruction?" 

The question was nowhere near sudden, as this concerned Delphi's past. 

"Nothing but the fact that they were wiped out 14 years ago," Adeline responded. 

"But by who?" Wyatt asked, rather pressing for information that he knew who wouldn't obtain from them. 

It fell silent again, but Keric's calm voice asked out shortly, "...This has something to do with what has happened to Miss Delphi when she ran...doesn't it, Wyatt?" 

Wyatt stared up at the slow moving fan on the ceiling, "...Delphi was attacked by a man who killed her original pack." 

Adeline let out an almost silent gasp, but Wyatt continued, "He was dead set on killing her, even 14 years later." 

"But how?" Adeline asked, "How could one man murder an entire pack? Was he a Hunter?" 

"That would be impossible," Keric spoke up, "Hunters have long sense been extinct, and regardless, even if it was, a single one could never do what he did by himself." 

"...That filth smelt nothing of a human," Wyatt told them, their eyes both in disbelief, "Nor another wolf or any type of animal I know of...but...he smelt of something from long before now. Keric, you would recognize the smell, I'm sure of it." 

Keric gave a small gulp before his eyes nit with concern, "What did it smell like?" 

"...A μιγάς," Wyatt whispered. 

"Bullshit!" Adeline jumped up from her seat, fear and anger in her normally monotone voice. 

"Adeline," Keric warned, his eyebrows narrowing at her. 

"Forgive me, Wyatt, but that's impossible," She looked back and forth between her brother and her Alpha, "They're myths, and they are damn near impossible to exist, even if they weren't!" 

"They did exist, Adeline," Keric told his sister before looking at Wyatt, "But it is true. A μιγάς can't simply be born, and the last one to ever exist was...well over 2000 years ago, during the time of the human, Caesar." 

"If I never smelt that scent before, I would doubt that possibility as well. Hell, I still doubt it, but that man's flesh and blood smelt exactly like one," Wyatt sat back in chair and leaned back into it, "My question is why would he want to kill her and why did he kill her pack?" 

"....We may find the answers if you ask Miss Delphi herself, Wyatt," Keric told him, "...But there is something certain: if it was a μιγάς, they never have been know to do things alone, not without orders nor without company." 

Wyatt looked down, thinking on Keric's words before looking at the door past them. Delphi was awake.

~*~*~

"Aïe, aïe..." Delphi winced in pain as she turned over in a bed. 

By the scent of it, Wyatt's bed, and by the feel of it, she was naked. He must have put her back here. 

Slowly, she tried pulled herself up, but winced when she used her right arm, and her left shoulder stung. She tried again using her sensitive appendages lightly, and when she finally was able to prop herself against the pillows, she looked down at her wrist that now lay in a cast. 

She could see that the cuts on her body were healing and had formed scabs to stop the blood. She looked at her shoulder slowly, afraid to damage it accidentally, but it too was healing. It did not look nearly as bad as she had felt before; there was gauze and a white shoulder brace on it, so she didn't need to wear a cast there. As she looked at her thigh, she could see they did the same to it as well. 

How had she healed that fast? Was it because of the bond she shared with Wyatt? Was he giving her some of his abilities? No. Delphi shook her head, "I have never heard of that before."

Delphi looked at the window sadly, seeing jump out of it from earlier that morning. Had she never tried to run away, none of this would have ever happened. 

That man...that man would never have tried to kill her...but...it was too late for her family. Did she...really have to know that he had done it? Oh Goddess....why did he do it...?! 

She remembered his haunting words from earlier. He had killed her pack...because they refused to give something up. What was it?! What was so important that they risked their lives over it?! 

She thought back to her dream, how she saw him kill her pack, her parents...and then her. But...she felt it. She could feel the bullet through her head, the heat of the flames, the blood on their bodies— She shuddered sorrowfully at the memory. How could that be possible? It wasn't. It would never be!

After awhile of debating to get up or not, along with pushing the memory to the back of her mind, she tried to stand up. Using her good leg first, followed by balancing herself out with the support of the bed post as she lowered onto her other leg. 

Sure enough, she could feel the twinge of pain shoot through her thigh, but she bit her lip to avoid a sound. She...she had to fight through the pain. It would hurt less if she got use to it. Slowly—and with a limp—she made her way over to his closet again. This time, she found a black robe of his, though big on her, and covered herself with it, careful of her wrist and shoulder. 

She wouldn't have minded going nude for once if it weren't for the fact that she didn't want anyone to see how broken up her body was. They already looked down on her as it was, and she did not want to know what would happen after all this. 

"Wait," She stopped in her tracks toward the front door, "Does...does everyone know...? That she was now mate to the...to Wyatt?" 

She prayed to the Moon Goddess that they didn't. She gulped as stared at the maroon, full double mahogany doors. She already decided that she didn't want to stay in here and she'd have to go out sometime or later. She shook her head and reached for the left door. 

No. It had to be now.

"Mrs. Delaney?" The sound of Emmanuel's voice and the words he said made her jump slightly and her heart sink. 

She winced as she landed on her bad leg. So...they did know... 

"M-m-my name's Delphi... Just Delphi. Not Delaney," She told the tall brunette timidly. 

He looked at her silently. After a moment, he let out a small sneer, "Very well, Mrs. Delphi." 

"N-non...just Delphi. No Mrs.," Delphi told him. 

Emmanuel shook his head at her words. He obviously didn't like the fact that she kept telling him who she was and wasn't, heck she didn't like giving a beta, who in her eyes was a higher in rank than she'll ever be, any commands. 

"...Alright. Miss Delphi," Emmanuel said, surprising for his previous snicker, "The Alpha wants you to go to his study now." 

"O...Okay," Delphi nodded her head and started for the stairs, holding onto the railing as she slowly made her way down with Emmanuel behind her as if a silent escort. 

Though she barely glanced over at him, she felt nervous with him behind her. 

Despite it being past noon—she was sure of it once she saw the clock—there was barely any, in fact, no wolves or pups around. The icy white of the room, the echo of their movements, and the death still air added to the barrenness in the most uncomfortable way. 

She limped slowly toward his study, and when she finally reached the doors, Emmanuel opened it for her and let her in. 

Delphi gulped as she was met with Wyatt's, Adeline's, and Keric's stares. The moment Emmanuel closed the door after her, Delphi, unable to help it, immediately averted her eyes. 

"Don't look way from us, Delphi," She could hear Wyatt whispered in her mind calmly. 

Delphi hesitated to his command, but slowly, she looked back up at him, peaking at him first behind her dark auburn hair. A

s she met Wyatt's eyes, she felt her heart dive into them. His eyes themselves, though serious, compelled her, entranced her to go to him.

However, she didn't.

Instead of walking to be near his side or in his lap, she silently walked forward into the room before changing directions to sit carefully into a chair against the wall. 

The air took a different scale of thickness and tension at her actions, which made her feel nervous as she looked up to see Keric and Adeline looking at Wyatt as if to see what he would do next. 

Wyatt's lip twitched in slight aggravation, as she could see from the corner of her eye, but he closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair. Delphi let out a breath she almost didn't know she held. 

The silence, however, resumed after that. 

Delphi started to scratch at her cast and nibble on her lip, her eyes looking quickly between random areas on the floor. 

She hated when they did this. Were they talking amongst themselves? Were they debating on what to say first? Please...someone say something... 

"How are you feeling?" Wyatt finally broke the ice. 

"...I...I'm fine," Delphi told him, rather thankful he did, but in truth, did he really have to? Did he read her mind or sense her uneasiness? 

She then watched as he folded and rested his fingers against his chest, "Delphi, I understand you just woke up, and after this morning you would need your time, but there are things that need to be discussed and gone over. You know that." 

Delphi shifted in her seat and looked down, seeing where this was going, "....I do." 

"...Delphi...how long were you in the Stenpryde and Oakens packs?" Wyatt asked. 

Delphi looked straight at him. She wasn't expecting that. She thought he would ask her why she ran or something. 

But...the thought of those two packs brought back grave memories, "....I was with Stenpryde for four years...Oakens for two." 

"...It was because of them why chose to be lone before, isn't it?" 

"Partially...Yes," Delphi nodded her head, expecting him to ask if that was way she ran from him, but he surprised her still. 

"What happened, and how did you escape from them?" 

The questions tore at her heart like a knife. 

When she looked up at him, she could see seriousness...yet...concern in his eyes. 

She gave in once again to her natural tendencies and looked down, "I...I had...no where to go...after everything happened to my pack." 

She straightened up a bit as she shuffled her seating once again, "I was 10...still a pup, still ignorant of the world...and I was sure I was going to die: There was only four packs in Eastern Canada...well...three...or two...now, and I didn't know where...or how to get to them..." 

Delphi took in a deep breath, her memories and pain trying to resurface as it had all morning, but she swore she wouldn't cry again, "...It was winter, and though I tried my best for a week or so to hunt, I was starving...and one night, I just passed out... 

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a small room with a female in her wolf form at my side and a male in human form...her brother, approaching me with soup and...a few scraps of raccoon. I don't remember what happened or how I got there...they never told me...They never got a chance to try. 

Before they could say anything about where I was or any explanation of some sort...a few Theta males burst through the door...angry...and...dragged them and me onto the "good" pack lands...I was...forced into the Stenpryde pack when the Alphas found out, and the two who helped me were... "punished"...in front of me for bringing an unknown wolf onto their territory, regardless of my age or history... 

Despite the fact that I was an Omega like them, they never talked to me afterwards...in both fear and law that they would be hurt again. And I can't blame them for doing so. 

That pack hated their Omegas developing packship or any bonds with each other. Only those that were or fated to be mates, and siblings were allowed to communicate with each other outside of communal work," Delphi stopped and paused before continuing, 

"Once they realized I was an Omega...that was it. The Alphas and all the other ranks put me to hard work that not even the adult wolves from my original pack would do without help... I'd get punished if I didn't do anything fast enough, messed up, or purely if I, in any way, shape, or form...upset those born higher in the hierarchy...even if it was something I didn't do," 

She looked up at the ceiling fan as she brushed the side of her hair back, "Because I was forced and not born into the pack... I spent the most time in my wolf form when I was with them...because I had to settle for living on the outskirts under broken tree branches and uprooted roots for all four—" 

"Delphi," Keric lightly caught her attention, and the moment he did, she knew what he was talking about as she felt resentment and bitterness explode in her mind. 

She felt it like superheated pokers that were branding painfully on their helpless prey for more than just a few seconds. 

She glanced over at Wyatt, and just as she felt the anger, she smelt and saw it on him: his claws were sharpening, canines slightly elongated behind his twitching lips, a near silent rumbled was itching in the back of his throat, and his eyes, though looking at her, seemed to look through her past with a need for pure primal carnage. 

Delphi's heart took a dive in fear and she gulped in the newly renovated silence. Her body began to slowly shake. He...he wasn't upset at her...but he scared her...His eyes...she shouldn't be afraid...she should feel well-protected...but....but...! 

Wyatt's eyes softened up when Delphi swallowed again. 

At this, she was able to continue, albeit signs on nervousness had entered her voice. 

"I-I-I escaped...during the revolt..."Delphi looked at Keric, who had a calm, yet serious look on his face that was far less intimidating, 

"T...the female...wh...who I woke up to...and her brother were pups to an Omega and a Beta," She then switched to Adeline, but couldn't help but look down when her eyes made contact with the Madame Alpha, 

"When two different ranks mate in that pack...the higher gets demoted...I never knew until the revolt...but she...that female had mated with a Beta from a neighboring pack... As naturally a Beta by birth, I'm sure this was to be expected, but the outcome was that the other pack was going to overthrow the Alphas' leadership." 

"Who were the Alphas of the Stenpryde pack, Delphi?" Wyatt asked suddenly, his baritone, though soft on her, told of hidden edges. 

"....Alpha—" She started as she looked to him. 

"No," Wyatt's stern words cut her humble ones in half, making her hands flinch, "Don't refer to those wolves as Alphas. They're a disgrace, and you are better than them in every way... Now, what were their names?" 

Delphi swallowed again. Even though those were some of the worse Alphas she knew of...even though they had treated her badly...this screamed against everything she was as an Omega. She was already—heck—she HAS already done things that no Omega should ever have done, even in their wildest of dreams! 




Omega Pride Ch. 06



"Their names, Delphi," Wyatt repeated, and it almost sounded like an order—came across as an order to her. 

"...Sh-Sh-Sh ...Sh-Sh-Shannon...and...C-C-C- Caleb," After saying their names, Delphi sharply looked down as she clenched her fingers; her right ones lightly on her cast. 

She didn't even so much as like it when she called Wyatt by his first name, but he had given her permission—more of a command—to call him by his first name, but to call another Alpha... Delphi trembled inside; this was disturbing all of who she was as an Omega. 

"...I had left before they were overthrown," Delphi whispered in the addition.

"If I'm right, Wyatt," Adeline spoke for once, her monotone ever evident, "Those two are no longer in control; the current pack there hasn't changed over the full packs' names yet, but by her story, they are technically the Maldwyn pack lead by Michael and Reiyn now." 

Wyatt nodded and closed his eyes. He let the rage die down in his scent—and Delphi's head—first before reopening them, "As for the Oakens pack, Delphi?" 

This made Delphi started to panic inside. 

"Th...The Oakens...pack..." Her words started to dip. 

In truth, she felt more fear from the Oakens than Stenpryde; if an Omega, born and raised as one, tried ran away before the Revolt...Stenpryde would let them go to die in the wilderness as a lone wolf...Oakens would beat them and...cage them...if they were female...in any rank. 

"...A...few months...after I had escaped...I ran into a Theta from that pack...He deceived me...and told me that I would be accepted in his pack with no animosity against Omegas...but about time my wolf told me to run...I had been forced in that pack as well..." Delphi fidgeted in her seat, "...Please...please don't make me say what happened..." 

To this the air's scent changed to concern, and it reeked heavily on Wyatt's side. 

"...Miss Delphi—" Keric started. 

"Please...! Please don't..."Delphi's lips trembled to a whisper. 

The memories of the Oakens pack were like a virus that wouldn't leave her brain. Over the years, she has tried to get over it, but when it's brought up...it never dies. 

"Delphi," Wyatt got her attention this time, "At least tell me this: how'd you escape?"

"I...I don't know," She replied in a tearful whisper, "...I can't...remember... I blacked out...when a Delta male got really angry at me... I blacked out...and the next thing I remember was that I woke up in Upstate New York."

"You blacked out?" Adeline asked, "Couldn't your wolf tell you what happened?" 

"No. She never did...she still hasn't," Delphi told her with slightly confusion in her voice.

In fact, where was her wolf? 

She felt her in her head, but she was being unusually quiet since their return. Was she just as tired as Delphi was? Why wasn't her wolf awake, especially right now? It didn't make any sense. 

"Miss Delphi," Keric spoke up, interrupting her thoughts. 

Once her eyes were on him, he continued, "...I wish to apologize to you." 

"Why?" Delphi asked, "You aren't them." 

"Yes, but I see that you have suffered a lot through out the years, and a few days ago that was unjust the way it was handled. On behalf of the other Betas and myself, we are sorry for forcing you," Keric bowed his head at her. 

To this Delphi was taken aback, not just because he was a Beta apology to an Omega, but because of everything else. 

She let out a sad and quiet laugh, her lips quivering now, "You have no reason to. It...It is natural for all packs to force members. That is the way it is, and the way it will always be." 

Despite the atmosphere change of surprise and puzzlement, she continued as she looked at all three of them, "The Stenpryde pack...the Oakens...the pack in Minnesota...and even Delaney...No...for sure Delaney, and all existing wolf packs. That's the way it is. If you are a lone wolf, join a pack or die. If you are a rogue, join a pack or die. Join or be killed. There is no choice..! It is the werewolf law. And it is never going to change." 

All fell into the grim, undeniable silence before a knock was heard on the door. 

Wyatt sniffed the air after awhile, and the doors opened and closed; he had projected to who was behind, but at this moment, Delphi didn't care as she sat in her sadden and secluded thoughts. 

She has fought a lot of things in past, but just like the Oakens...that was something that would never leave her mind: the force that all packs have against lone wolves like her...like she use to be. Even in a pack where her m...Wyatt was...it was still found here.

"Florideen and I figured out what those silver bullets were," Denver spoke.

This made Delphi look up, a sudden burst emotion different from her mood—and all others—rushed into the area. 

"What did you find?" Wyatt asked with new energy in his voice. 

"The matter that makes up the silver is warped: They have a leach effect with blood; when it comes in contact with a living host, it makes sure that it cannot be removed by normal means," Denver told him, 

"Had my mate not told me nor you stopped it from reaching Mrs. Delaney, it would have been impossible for me to remove it. The only reason why it didn't grow after wet with water was because the blood that the matter clung to became too diluted to make a clear choice." 

"Could it have moved to a different wound then?" Wyatt asked. 

To this Denver shook his head, "Both thankfully and unfortunately no." 

"On the positive scale, the bullet's atoms are not so advanced to curve in any way, shape, or form; it is still metal," Florideen spoke up, "But, on the negative side, it wouldn't need to. With the effects it carries, it would...kill the victim quicker if it returns to the source it had already infected." 

"But why did it react the way it did on Delphi and you?" Wyatt inquired, "No silver has done that before, even in a 93% concentrated state." 

"Because the bullets were 99.8% concentrated silver, just under the point were it would become too soft," Florideen told him. 

"Not only that, my Alpha, but the silver itself has been tampered with far worse on the scale," Denver told him, "We couldn't identify the material that made up the .2%, but it not only kept the bullet as hard as any other bullet, but sped up the natural rate in which the silver would deteriorate our flesh. 

Combine that with its growing factor and the fact that only an excess of direct water can make it not do so, those bullets were made so that the target would not survive from it."

Delphi covered her mouth with her good hand, nearly ignoring the pain. 

Why...why would that man have something like that? Why was he so dead set on killing her and her pack?! 

Denver turned at looked at her and Delphi caught his gaze. 

"When I examined the remains of Florideen's cut from where she was injured, what baffled me the most was the fact that, while she is a Beta to Madame Alpha, it had deteriorated her palm so quickly with one swipe...while Mrs. Delaney had the two bullets inside of herself for well over an hour before getting as bad as it did," Denver spoke with a sullen tip. 

"...What's that suppose to mean?" Delphi whispered warily. 

She didn't like where this was going or what he called her. 

Denver asked hesitantly, "...Are you sure you are an Omega?" 

"Yes," Delphi looked taken aback, "My parents were both Omegas." 

"Then are sure they were you parents?" Denver asked. 

"Of course they were," Delphi replied painfully. 

"Denver..." Wyatt growled a warning to Denver. 

"...I apologize, my Alpha," Denver lowered his eyes to him, "But how can you be sure?" 

"They were my parents," Delphi started, "I know they were. I inherited my mother's eyes." 

How?! How can he ask something like this?! How can he question who her parents were or were not?! They birthed her and she came from them! 

"...With all due respect then, Mrs. Delaney, how can you be sure that was your father then?" He asked as humbly as he could. 

"St...stop it please...They were mated," Delphi couldn't believe that he said that, "Wolves are unable to bear pups that don't come from their mate. They're barren without them." 

"...But," Denver started. 

Please stop, Delphi thought, Don't continue...please don't continue! 

However, Denver persisted as he didn't hear her, "Then could possibly have been your aunt and—" 

"Stop it!" Something suddenly snapped inside of Delphi, startling him and Florideen who were in her immediate sight. 

Delphi stood up, for once ignoring the pain entirely with her speed, her eyes glowing brightly in anger and voice yelling with fury, "They were my parents! How dare you ask something that hurtful?! What proof do you have that your parents are your own?! What proof does any one have except for the fact that they were raised by them, their scent, and what others say?! I was raised by my pack and by my parents! They conceived me! And for you stand there and something that ignorant of...! ...When they...are...my...parents..." 

Her words faded out as she returned to her sense, her eyes stopped glowing. 

She covered her agape and quivering mouth with shaking hands as she looked at the bewildered face of Denver, then Florideen...followed by Keric and Adeline....then finally, Wyatt's. 

Her heart beat rapidly and it pure shock and terror at what she had just done. Without another bout of silence she turned and headed for the door, leaving the looks on their faces as she hurried back to Wyatt's room.

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"What...was that?" Adeline asked awhile after Delphi left. 

Everyone, including Wyatt, was thinking that. 

"I don't know," Wyatt replied, astonishment not once leaving his voice. A

fter a moment, he turned his head to the cause, "Denver Delaney." 

Denver flinched as he slowly looked over to his Alpha, saying nothing. 

"I warned you not to continue," Wyatt told him coldly. 

"....I...just wanted to get down to the bottom of—" He started. 

"And I told you not to," Wyatt's words were sharp with him, earning him another flinch from both him and his mate. 

Wyatt was nowhere as pissed as he was earlier—thankfully—but the revelations of Delphi's past and her pain did not put him in a good mood. 

However...he couldn't be entirely mad at the Delta. 

"...Leave," Wyatt commanded him, "I thank you and your mate for what you have done today, but I want you both out of my sight." 

Denver said nothing to him, but after awhile, he bowed his head and the sound of the doors opening followed by closing accompanied him and Florideen as they left.

"...Wyatt—" Adeline was cut off by him shaking his head. 

Delphi was hurting in more ways than one and he had barely done anything to stop her from reliving it. That outburst...was unlike her, from what he knew, and though he and his wolf were proud that she had asserted herself, the reasons why were uncalled for. 

"...Do you think she'd run again Wyatt?" Adeline asked him. 

"No. She trusts me too much," Wyatt said rather emotionlessly as he sat back in seat, a look of concern and upset on him, "But that is not what the problem is." 

He then looked at both Adeline and Keric, "For some reason, she has blank areas in her memory. The problem that while it seems that her wolf knows why she can't remember certain things happened in her past, she isn't telling Delphi anything; she knows the answers."

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Finally! The end of chapter 6. For translational purposes, 'où es-tu' means 'where are you', 'S'il vous plaît pas encore' means 'Please not again', 'pourquoi cela arrive' means 'why is this happening', Mlle is another word from Mademoiselle like Mrs. or Miss, 'Fuir d'ici' means 'run away', and to make a long story short, Delphi was saying that the man killed her family and was going to kill her as well, somebody help her, that she was scared, and the whole thing hurts so much. To answer some premade questions, μιγάς is pronounced as migάs, and Denver has a stigmatism in his eyes so that's why he has both sharp and bad eyesight. Thanks for being patient with me, and thanks for reading and hopefully the next chapter will come out faster (and better) than this one~!



Omega Pride Ch. 07



The 7th and long awaited installment of Omega Pride.

Thank you all so very much for being as patient as you guys were! It's been a tedious 5 months since school started back up for me, and I have several different priorities before I could get back to writing.

The next chapter just needs to be edited and the chapter after that is still being written, so I ask that if anyone would like to help and be an English language editor for me, just send me feedback. It would be very much appreciated.

I've also looked over your comments on the French, and I've decided to keep it in. The story started out with it, and it would kill so much of who Delphi is to take it out now. I am, however, trying a different method so it won't be so taxing this time.

Also, the word μιγάς is pronounced Me-gahs.

Last but not least, I'd like to thank my French Editor L.L for sticking and putting up with me along with taking care of the French and half the pages. Couldn't have done it without you.

Now, without anymore detour,

Enjoy! 

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Delphi walked as fast as her aching body would allow her through the uncomfortably white manor and up the lengthy stairs. She saw Emmanuel at the door; the scent of his surprise caught in her nose. But just as their eyes made contact, she averted hers and went into the room, closing—nearly slamming—the door behind her. She turned, resting her back on the door. She wanted to slide down, but the moment she tried, her thigh hurt her. Thus, leaning would have to do. 

She looked at her unsteady hands, staring at them in disbelief as if they were growths instead of her own limbs.

"......What's happening to me....?" She finally let out a fearful whisper. 

Why had she done that..?! She had NEVER yelled like that, not even at Kamilla when she insulted the Moon Goddess! Yet, when Denver spoke as if he knew her life, made accusations that her deceased parents weren't her own, it unlocked something inside of her. 

'No,' Delphi shook her head, 'That was impossible.' 

Unlocked? There was nothing to unlock! This had to have come from her and Wyatt's mating. That had to be it. ....it must have done something to her; changing her into something she wasn't. She sluggishly walked over to the mahogany set of sofa chairs, gently sinking in the furthest one, her eyes never once leaving her hands. Slowly, she pulled them up to her eyes and covered them. 

Why was all this happening? Everything that she knew was crumbling around her, and even she was changing over into something unknown...She hated it. She wanted everything to return to the way it was.

But really? That wasn't even a possibility.

Years. It had been years since everything that led up to now occurred, and she had no way of returning lost time. She lowered her wavering hands onto her lap as she sat in the silence of her own thoughts before looking at the ceiling, rather...looking past it. 

"....Oh Déesse de la Lune (Goddess of the moon)," She whispered in helplessness, "...J'suis tellement perdue (I am so lost)..... S'il te plaît aide-moi... dit-moi quoi faire? (Please help me....and tell me... What do I do)" 

She looked down, feeling despair under the surface, "Do I...allow myself to change into something I was never born into....? Converge in my fate...? Accept everything...I hold to be untrue...? Please....guide this pup....I beg of you..." 

In the quiet of an unanswered prayer, Delphi sat back in her seat, and slowly closed her eyes. She hadn't spoken to her wolf at all, and it was becoming more and more unnerving to her that her own companion wouldn't even offer anything, from an answer to merely comfort, about what had happened.

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Delphi opened her eyes to the place in her mind that always brought her home: The fresh wilderness of Northeast Québec. Sounds of the roaring and powerful, yet soothing Caniapiscau River, the feel of early winter's wind and late autumn's crisp blue and sunny sky, the smell of the sleepy forest and pitch-patch open fields...they were all mere memories of the real thing, the reality could never be duplicated. 

But she tried her hardest to remember as much as possible; Delphi refused to forget it. Her nude body, unhurt in her mind, finally readjusted to the cold river wind, and, because her wolf didn't come to her, she set out to find her wolf herself.

It wasn't that hard.

Delphi always did like to go to the water's edge just where the last tree was. Not just to drink, but to see the mighty river itself take its regular pace and move as it saw fit. In this case, her wolf lapped from the water, the slight breeze carried against her fur as well as Delphi's body and hair. 

"Hey," Delphi spoke almost in a whisper, approaching her wolf. 

At once did her wolf turn her head and look up at her, but no communication was passed between the two outside of those stares. In fact...it felt a little strange. Delphi decided to turn away first, after what seemed like forever, and sat down on grass-covered rocks. She looked back at her wolf, her wolf finally going over to her. 

"....Where have you been?" Delphi asked gently. 

Her wolf didn't respond to her, rather, she just sat down and continued to watch Delphi. 

"....Why are you being so quiet? And so distant?" Delphi ran her fingers through her other self's fur, "You weren't when...when we ran away from the pack..." 

Again, nothing but a watchful gaze was the response of her wolf. Delphi looked out over to the river, her left hand not once leaving her fur. 

"....At least...answer me this," Delphi started, "When...when I blacked out, all those years ago when we were with the Oakens, what hap—"

A low threatening growl erupted from her wolf suddenly, causing Delphi to snap her head at her and pull her hand away, startled, as her wolf too pulled away from her touch and sharply turned toward the forest. 

"Wait!" Delphi shot up to her feet, but her wolf didn't give her a second look. 

She even began to run away from her. In alarm and shock, Delphi took after her. She didn't understand. Her wolf had never done this before! Neither growled at her nor run away from her before! So why had she? Why? Why?! 

"Why?!" Delphi shouted after her wolf, coming to a dead halt as her wolf was actually outrunning her, "Why?! ...Won't you tell me anything?!"

At this, her wolf surprisingly stopped running and glanced over at Delphi. From that distance, an outsider wouldn't have seen it in the slightest, but at that moment, Delphi caught the look, that sad look in her wolf's orange to blue-gray eyes. Delphi's mouth dropped open as if to let in a small gasp before her wolf once again turned away from her and ran out of her sight and into the cooling wood. 

Could...could it be? That her wolf....didn't even know? Or that she wouldn't tell her? ...No...rather...could be that...she couldn't?

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Delphi's eyes snapped open when there was a knock on the doors. 

"Delphi?" The soft yet powerful sound of Wyatt's voice brought a new realization to her. 

Was he mad at her? She had both had an outburst in front of—against—higher ranking wolves, and she had insulted the Delaney pack, despite what she said being true. What...what was he going to do? What was she going to do?! 

Without a second knock, Wyatt opened to the door and looked about the room slowly before resting his eyes onto her. Just as their eyes met, Delphi looked away once more, once again refusing to listen to his original command to look at him. How could she with what had happened? 

In the stillness, Delphi heard him lightly and almost silently shut the door and make his way over to her until she could see him, out of the corner of her eye, sitting in an opposite chair, his gaze trying to pierce through hers. 

But she wouldn't look up at him throughout the silent lock.

"Delphi—" He finally started. 

"I'm sorry," 

Delphi beat him to getting her words out and the smell of his confusion beat his words as well. 

"Why are you sorry?" Wyatt asked. 

"Because.....Because I was out of place," Delphi whispered, never once looking at him, "I screamed at Mr. Denver, a higher wolf than me, demanded for him to stop what he was saying...because I...I didn't...w-want....him to say it, and...and I spoke ill about this pack...comparing it to the others. It was not my place...and I'm sorry..." 

Accompanied by the still air, Delphi could almost feel Wyatt contemplating on what to say to her. 

"...Look at me," He finally spoke up, "Delphi, look at me." 

Hesitantly, Delphi looked up and over at him. 

It wasn't until their eyes met that he continued, "I am not mad at you. You have no reason to apologize. In fact, I even must say that I am proud of you for standing up for your parents and who they were. As for what you said about the practices of packs...I cannot deny it.....It is tradition for every pack to do so." 

At this, Delphi pulled her good leg slowly up to her chest. 

"....Then....as pack law and tradition dictates....are you going to punish me as well?" Delphi whispered, if not for the situation and the seriousness of it, she would have come across as sarcastic, "The Delaney pack Alphas...have to have served punishment for even insulting the pack...You are all....notorious...for your brutality after all..."

Delphi looked down once more as she heard Wyatt shift positions in his seat at her words. She then heard him lean his head back and let out a sigh.

"We don't, Delphi."

The surprise made her look up at him yet again, and she said nothing as he continued, "The Alphas of this pack...it is true that we are violent and vicious in nature. We and our wolves are bred and raised that way. It is also true that we keep a strict discipline in our pack, but Delphi." 

He then shifted his body again to lean forward towards her, folding his hands together, "We do not punish others for their thoughts of the pack. As long as their words aren't followed by harmful actions against all of us." 

Delphi's eyebrows bent in confusion, "But...but I was told the Delaney Alphas would kill any wolf who so much as talked back against a higher up, outside and inside the pack." 

"...That was true of my father...and a vast majority of all my ancestors," Wyatt admitted, but not once did he look away from her, "....most of what you know and what everyone else knows about us stems from them. They were unequivocally ruthless: They would hurt any wolf; it didn't matter if they stood against them, for them, or if they were neutral. They went looking for pack wars, and thrived on it. Not for more territory, resources, or even mates for our males and females, but for the mere sake of it. 'For the sake and name of The Alpha Deity of War', I was told by my father, 'That made him pleased with us'. 

Blood shed was their only joy and reward. It wasn't until my great-grandfather, around 3000...3040 years ago decided to move most of the pack to the Americas, finally making about half of our nomadic pack become a settled one, that things started to change.

Yet...my grandfather and father decided to raise the rest of the pack as it always has been in Europe and Northern Asia. With as many wars as there were back then, the rise of hunters, which would eventually lead up to werewolf hunts in France, and on a smaller scale in many places around Europe. 

My grandfather, and a bulk of the remaining pack, died in another self-inflicted war in 1302. After my grandfather passed away, my father, then Alpha, made his way here to the Americas along with the few they had left with the help of Keric, where my great-grandfather was still the Alpha of that part of the Delaney."

"Wait," Delphi sat up with surprise in her eyes, wincing slightly from the sudden pull on the still healing wounds, "Mr. Keric? The same wolf downstairs?" 

"Yes," Wyatt asked, half amused, half puzzled, "Surely you already know we can live as long as we choose to." 

"Yes, but....that must make him...if he knew the way to here and back.... at least 3000 years old," Delphi had never heard of a wolf choosing to live that long. 

"Yes," Wyatt said rather bluntly. 

Delphi's eyes and scent never left confusion as he continued. 

"Here, my great-grandfather had...grown tired of fights and wars; he had gotten bored due to the fact that the packs here were both younger and weaker than our own, even more so than the others we have fought on the Eastern side of the world. It was here in Wyoming that he settled the Delaney pack. 

My father challenged my great-grand father, and because my father didn't slack off on his training and warring, won with ease. He might have gone on a grand slaughter if he didn't mate my mother soon after, who had lived under the former Alpha's rule. That, however, didn't stop him from beating all our peacefully naïve wolves into warhounds," Wyatt told her, his voice surprised her with its neutrality. 

"...What about you then?" Delphi asked, "Are you...similar to him? To them?" 

Wyatt let out a sigh through his nose, "I almost don't know if I should receive that as an insult or a compliment." 

He shook his head before Delphi got the chance to apologize, and continued, "No. I don't believe I am. At least not exactly. I was born in 1762, 12 years before the start of the change to what would become the United States, but a few centuries after my father had lost a good portion of his vindictive instinct. I was trained and treated the same way as the other wolves here, though trained slightly differently to be stronger than his betas. 

However, the only wars I ever fought in were a turf war with the combined forces of a Montana pack and an Idaho pack, and in the American Civil War against yet another Montana pack that used the humans' own battles to attack us outright. That war resulted in my father's death. I succeeded him shortly after, with Keric's help and guidance, as my father had no intention of making me Alpha unless I challenged and killed him." 

"....That's why I never have seen him," Delphi said as if answering the imaginary question. 

It was strange. Compared to the past Alphas of Delaney, Wyatt was far more...benevolent? No, that's not the right word. He was more lenient. 

She looked down. She had never heard of an Alpha that wouldn't relinquish their position even to their own heirs without a fight. ...But then again, she never really was put in a position to know how pups of Alphas succeed their predecessors in the first place. Even Alpha Raoul never went into how he and Madame Alpha Florence succeeded. 

"....What happened to your mother?" Delphi slowly looked back him. 

"Same thing that happens to every wolf that losses their mate," He responded, his voice kept that same distantness. 

"...They go berserk," Delphi responded, to which Wyatt nodded. 

"It wasn't much anything at first. She was silent and hard as always, leading us on her own as best she could. But shortly after I became Alpha, she started to verbally attack, growl, and bark much more harshly at the others than usual. 

That progressed to hurting lesser wolves, then hurting those in higher positions, including her own Betas. Then finally, she attempted to attack me. But I couldn't hurt her...couldn't bring myself to hurt her no matter how many times she tried, nor could I get her out of her position. In all my life...I have never seen a wolf age and gray so quickly, nor did I ever believe that she would look at everyone...with such contempt. Even when Adeline finally challenged her, despite her weakened body and mind, she wouldn't submit." 

"And...she had to kill her," Even as those words left her lips, she felt horrible to say so. 

"It was the only way to. She would have eventually killed wolves if it continued, and by being exiled she would both bring harm to humans...and herself," Wyatt told her, "I feel no hatred for Adeline, and thanked her for what she had to do." 

Delphi noticed how Wyatt seemed to come back down to Earth after he told her all of that....was he even being detached to begin with? 

"Is...Is that rule abolished?" Delphi asked him. 

"It never was one. My ancestors just saw it as some kind of tradition, but none of us—Keric, Adeline, and I—agree with it," He replied to her, "No one should ever have to kill their parents over a position." 

Delphi eyes studied him as she thought about what she heard. Wyatt...had never shown this side of himself to her. There was more to the Delaney as he had said, and his scent never once changed to suggest he was lying. He had no reason to lie to her. 

She saw his nose twitch slightly as he then spoke, "We aren't horrible wolves that only thrive on violence, Delphi. Not anymore." 

Delphi watched him as he scooted toward the edge of his seat, "But, I will be firm on this: I don't care in the slightest about how the world perceives us or how much they fear us. It's their business, and if they do want to fight against us, they will get the battle they so craved. However, I do care, and hope that you will not fear and perceive us, perceive me, the same way they do." 

At that moment he reached for her hand, surprisingly taking hold of it with such a tender touch. The warmth of his hand rolled off his and onto hers as she felt how rough and textured they were. She looked down at their joined hands, Wyatt rubbing his coarse thumb in a circular motion on the soft back of her hand. 

'What...what should I do?' She thought to herself, 'Should I...accept this...or pull away?' 

At that she saw his thumb skip a beat, and at that moment, she realized—better yet remembered—that he heard her. She looked up and got caught in his feral emerald eyes for the third time that day. But....this time...she could see something in them. 

Emotion. Emotion outside of anger, rage, and frustration. He wanted her to accept this. Accept him for who and what he was as a Delaney Alpha and as a wolf, to acknowledge that she was not only safe, he'd do everything in his power to protect her and care for her, and to accept that they were mates—mated, regardless of their positions on the hierarchy...regardless that he was Alpha, and she an...Omega... 

Delphi took in a quick and soundly breath before shaking her head and pulling her hand away from his despite the fact that he almost tried to keep hold of it. She then got up quickly—a little too quickly for her wounds, causing her to yet again flinch—and walked away from him and toward the balcony. 

"Why are you so convinced? So stuck on being an Omega, Delphi?" Wyatt's words were low, but non-threatening, angry, but calm. 

"Because that is what I am," Delphi responded, "That is what I was born into...!" 

"Delphi, you are more than just an Omega," She heard Wyatt stand from his seat and start over to her, "I've noticed. You avoided and ignored my commands more than a few times, escaped from here without any detection let alone a thought sent my way, and, just as Denver said, you survived and resisted those Silver bullets. No mere Omega can do that." 

As he neared her, Delphi moved out of his reach and over to his cherry wood desk, "But I am a mere Omega...! I'm just smart enough to think it out, that's all...! And as....as for the silver, and what happened...." 

At that point, she was at loss for words. She couldn't explain it. She didn't want to. She didn't want this. 

'That damn word again...' She thought to herself. 

Through her sniffs, she could sense the calm that radiated from him, yet she also could smell the underlays of worry, slight irritation, and....hurt... But again, she shook her head, trying to ignore such scents. 

"What? Want?" Wyatt picked up her thoughts, "Go ahead and want, Delphi. You are allowed to. The only one stopping you is you." 

He then let another sigh as he pressed down on the couch. He was quiet before he continued, "Are you so stuck on this because you are afraid? Afraid of what has happened? Of what can?" 




Omega Pride Ch. 07



She didn't respond to him. After a while, she headed toward the door, touching the handle, but not quite leaving as she leaned her head against it. 

"....Wyatt...I believe...that I am, what I say I am....even if I don't remember everything or know everything, I am...what I am....and I know...that things are changing around me, inside of me, and I can't stop it, no matter how hard I fight..... I know...I know you are going to want me to do certain things ....and I'll do it. I'll do what you...as my Alpha...wants me to do. I'll accept....the Delaney pack...as my own...though I have my own doubts....and I will accept......who you are as an Alpha of this pack. But..." 

She turned her head in his direction, but not to look at him, "Please....because of who we are...and what we are....please don't make me accept this mating." 

The words felt like a knife to the heart, but she wouldn't take it back. She refused to. At that she opened the door and quickly left the suite to return to the flat.

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Her words hit him as if they were bullets themselves, his wolf whined in disbelief, in anguish. As he watched her leave, it actually took everything in his willpower not to let his wolf overrule him and grab her, forcing her to get over what she believed. 

But...it wouldn't solve anything. He had shared with her parts of himself—small as it was—he hadn't shared with anyone outside of a selected few. But he wanted to share that with her. In the past, he would have never shown anyone anything past an inkling of feeling. He was trying to show her his, but she rather disregard that entirely. 

He circled around the front of the seat she had sat in and sunk in there, his thoughts and feelings followed him down. This entire situation was like the tides of Jackson Lake: She first never would even so much as look at him, then she submitted to him completely, surrendering her body and soul to him and mated with him, then she ran away from him, but after, when he came for her, she clung to him. Now...she would rather not admit who they are to each other; she was constantly fleeing and returning. When would she just stay?

Wyatt let out a growl at how he was unable to get her to do just that, to let go of what she believed in, and tilted his head back. He had heard of wolves that outright refused to mate with the mates The Goddess of Mating and Fate gave them, but he never came across already mated pairs that went through what he and Delphi were going through now. 

'We should make her see. Make her stay,' His wolf barked at his human side, 'Make her feel and understand what we feel.' 

"We just tried that," Wyatt told his wolf, "And forcing it on her won't help." 

His wolf went silent before he let out a growl, 'Our mate will not stay apart from us!' 

"And she won't. She will come to us sooner or later," Wyatt countered, "But as of now, she needs her own space to figure things out." 

His wolf hated the idea of waiting—hell, he did too—but right now, that was what had to be done.

He contemplated on getting up from the chair, but after one last sniff of Delphi's spot, he got up and headed for the doors. If giving her space was going to work, he first needed to keep himself and his wolf occupied. 

He walked passed Emmanuel, down the stairs, and headed toward his library. He needed to catch up on what he knew about the μιγάς species, their previous attacks, their history, anything he could find. He had to make sure it was indeed a μιγάς, and there had to be no room for doubts.

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Delphi trudged slowly and carefully with her feet bare and her hands lightly hugged her arms against Wyatt's robe through the afternoon snow. She thought about taking it off, but because of her damaged body, she didn't want others to see so she decided against it. As well...even though she had said what she said, she couldn't bring herself to take it off. It wasn't right! 

But...his scent was laced within the fleece material and it did give her a sense of security—NON! She shook her head. As soon as she got to the flat, she would change out of it as fast as possible... As fast as she possibly could...

The wolves she hadn't seen previously had shown themselves in view, continuing with their day to day tasks. She knew Wyatt hadn't told a lie when it came to the current Delaney's violence, nor did he lie about how they were trained to be warhounds. However, she didn't think she could ever get use to how silent it was. 

It was January, and the silence winter normally brought with it made the others seem so...empty. She was met by their hard, cold stares—the stares colder from a few females—when they caught her scent in the chilled, crisp air, but they neither said anything to her nor continued watching her after a few moments before resuming their duties. Delphi still didn't know for sure if they were told anything, but she knew they knew she was now pack, as much as they obviously didn't like her.

When she was about a half way to the flat she had lived in, she picked up the smell before the sound of crunching steps in the snow. 

'Delphi,' She heard Adeline call in her mind. 

Immediately she stopped and turned to face, her averting her eyes politely, 'Yes, Madame Alpha?' 

'You are healing at a decent rate I see,' Adeline projected to her, monotonous voice ever so present. 

'Y-yes, tha—' 

Delphi was cut off when Adeline raised her hand in front of her, shutting her up mentally. 

'See that building over there?' Adeline pointed to the two-story building just off the edge of the manor, 

'When you are well enough, you are to meet with Kamilla and Katalin in the training facility inside of it and get stronger than you are now. You need to learn how to fight and defend.' 

What? She knew that with her in Delaney now, she was going to have to get stronger, but so soon? 

Without meaning for it to get through, a look of confusion, a look of questioning, crossed Delphi's face. 

Adeline's eyebrows narrowed as she folded her arms, 'I am not telling you to do this because I care for you, puppy. You are going to do this because one, you currently are weak enough to easily be beaten by a 14 year old pup of this pack. Two, your weakness does disgrace the pack, and three...because you are Wyatt's, and whether you ever get a higher rank or not, he will NOT have a mate that can't protect herself. Do I make myself clear?' 

Delphi bit her lip at the harshness of her words before she nodded in obedience. 

'Good,' Adeline turned and took her leave just as fast as she approached, leaving Delphi alone, surrounded by the still snow covered homes and mime-like wolves. 

Adeline was blunt and straight to the point with her, and though Delphi was used to higher wolves issuing commands, something, something inside of her was....aggravated—far from the initial fear she felt before—that Adeline was commanding her to do something. It unnerved her deeply. She tightened her hold on her arms a little before turning to proceed to the flat. She knew she had to get stronger, that much she did know...but...was she going to have to become just as empty, cold, and hard as they were to do it?

~*~*~

Delphi knocked on the door just once before she was met with the blue eyed gaze of a female with dark brown hair that wore it in a bun so tight, Delphi couldn't help but wonder if it hurt to move her head or got frequent headaches from it. 

"...Hi, Lain," Delphi broke the ice after a small session of the woman's cold stare. 

She had met her a few days ago, and knew her as one of the house mates of Katalin and Kamilla. 

"What are you doing back here, Mrs. Delaney?" Lain's alto, yet serious voice inquired. 

"...It's Delphi. Just Delphi," Delphi couldn't help but correct her as she looked down. 

She refused to be called that, especially by someone her own rank. 

Lain stared at her, her gaze didn't change, "What are you doing back here, Mrs. Delaney?" 

Delphi bit a little in her lip before she continued, "I...I live here." 

"No you don't," Lain replied, "You smell of the Alpha, you are mate to the Alpha, and your place is by his side." 

"But I—" 

"Please refrain from lying to us, Mrs. Delaney. We can smell it." 

"Please stop calling me that," Delphi looked her in the eye, "My name is Delphi. Not Mrs. Delaney." 

Lain rose her head as she said nothing, but the icy tension radiated off her skin and told Delphi just what she was thinking. 

"Let her in, Lain," Katalin's voice stopped Lain from opening her mouth to say something else. 

Almost hesitantly, and with a near silent growl in her voice, Lain moved out the way to let Delphi in. Delphi didn't so much as give her a second look. She didn't want get into an argument deeper than that.

As she entered, Delphi could see Oliver in the kitchen, cleaning the counters. Katalin looked at her from against the wall as she read a book titled Howl of the Phases, Kamilla sat in the couch across from the other two males in the flat: Jeremy, a black haired, brown eyed wolf she was sure was younger than her, and Tuomas another black, yet messy haired wolf with a 5 o'clock shadow and teal eyes. 

As she stepped through the door, she was met with their eyes in unison. She looked over them in an uncomfortable fashion, and could see irritation in more pairs than one. 

"You got a lot of nerve," Tuomas said darkly once Lain closed and locked the door behind her, "She comes in completely covered in the Alpha's scent, hell, the Alpha's housecoat, and says 'she lives here'." 

"Her belongings are here," Jeremy told him, his voice surprisingly light compared to the other voices she had heard here and even in this pack as a whole, "It would only be natural that she had come and got it." 

"Yeah, but one of the females could have given it to her," Tuomas looked at Kamilla, Katalin, then Lain, his eyes not for a second rested upon Delphi, "In fact, I wonder why none of you did so. Kamilla." 

"I haven't even so much as stepped in that room since yesterday. It is one thing to go to the Alpha's bedroom, clean, change, and prepare everything and a whole other thing when he comes here," Kamilla told him gruffly, "And how I saw it, when I was finally commanded to, I'll do it." 

Tuomas let out a small snort, "It would seem so, wouldn't it? But I agree with Lain. She shouldn't be here." 

"But she does live here," Jeremy spoke up. 

"Well she shouldn't," Oliver spoke from the kitchen and sliced his words in half, "She's brought so much drama with her since she first came here." 

"But she's the Alpha's mate," Jeremy interjected softly. 

"Then she should be with him, not us!" Kamilla threw back. 

"She has every right to come here, mate or not. We don't control her," Jeremy shot back at them, "She deserves that respect." 

"Says the wolf who isn't even acknowledging her now!" Tuomas leaned forward his seat. 

Delphi wanted to growl out loud as they disputed amongst themselves. They acted like she wasn't even there! Like she was just this detestable item they were arguing to see who should through it away or not! She wanted to say something in the mist of their barking; with each new verbal barb of her existence that spewed from their mouths, she was getting that much closer to snapping.

"Enough." 

Katalin's mellow, yet serious voice tore through their argument like wet paper, silencing them all, and all eyes focused on her, including Delphi's, in surprise. 

Katalin slammed her book shut and stood straight up, her nose slightly wrinkled, "The scent of all of your anxiety is leaving a stench and clouding the air. You're all disgracing the name of Delaney with that fearful stench." 

It wasn't until she has said that, did Delphi sniff the air in and realize she was right. Everything they had said about her....was out of fear? 

Katalin looked at Delphi, actually acknowledging her existence past her walking through the door, "Mrs.—" Katalin caught herself and shut her eyes. 

After a moment she opened them again, "Delphi. Did you come here of your own free will?" 

"Yes.." Delphi nodded her head. 

"And did the Alpha or Madam Alpha order your return at any point?" 

Delphi then shook her head, "No." 

"No," Katalin repeated with a nod before looking back at the others sternly, "If she wants to be here then let her be here, and that is the end of it." 

"Really?! So, when he comes and rips out mine, Oliver's, and Jeremy's throats because we are unmated males near her, that will be the end of it as—" 

A loud smack was heared as Tuomas was thrown to the ground from his seat. 

Surprisingly, it wasn't Katalin. 

It was Kamilla. 

"She said that that was the end of it, so shut up! Learn discipline for your tongue, Tuomas," She growled at him despite just a little while ago, she was agreeing with him. 

A little shaken, he shook his head and looked at her, baring his teeth, to which she bared hers back. He then looked at Delphi for the second time that day, his scent and eyes though hard, did indeed show the fear Katalin spoke of. 

"Fine. She can stay until the Alphas say otherwise," Tuomas said before getting up, rubbing his cheek, and heading toward the front door, not even so much as bumping into Delphi, rather, avoiding her as much as he could, "But frankly, I don't want to be around if the Alpha comes here to collect her. I'm going for a run." 

He closed the door behind him, and from the sound of it, tried his hardest not to slam it.

In the silence of his absence, most of the scent of sweet and bitter fear left with him. Katalin then turned and looked at Delphi. 

"Madam Alpha had told Kamilla and me that we are to begin your training as soon as your injuries heal. You knew that, correct?" 

"Y-yeah," Delphi replied as she took an itch at her wrist's cast. 

Katalin nodded her head at her before turning to leave the room, opening her book again. It took an awkward while, but Delphi started toward Kamilla's room. 

"Hey," Kamilla stopped her as Delphi put a hand on the hallway wall. 

Delphi turned to look back at her, saying nothing. 

"...Be sure to wear your own clothes and change your sheets. I want to sleep in my bed tonight," Kamilla told her before turning abruptly and leaving from her view. 

Delphi let out a slightly aggravated sigh before continuing on her way to Kamilla's room.

As she closed the door, she could smell that indeed no one else had even so much as stepped a paw inside this room, and Delphi, despite her aggravation, had the good graces to blush. Though Kamilla's scent was faint, it smelt heavily of yesterday, of the time she had mated—non!—made love—no!—had sex—augh!—spent with Wyatt. Damn it, what was the difference?! 

She hesitated to sit on the memory reviving bed at first, but couldn't help it once the scent clouded her nose—perhaps her judgment—too much. Sitting upon it slowly, she gingerly reached for the comforter and couldn't help but bring it to her nose and take in a deep breathe, their blended scents deep-seated most within the threads. 

His scent, as much as she denied it, was intoxicating to her and made her heart speed. She had never been so hooked on anyone's scent before, and even though she had scented him before yesterday's "incident", he smelt better, now than then. 

But...it wasn't entirely satisfying. It was the same reason why she hadn't taken the robe off yet. She needed and wanted more, and as she fought against it with her brain, her heart and body fought for it just as much if not more of intensely than her logic. How? How could she have allowed herself to fall for this? For him? She isn't his mate, and even though they....he tried to, the mating marks on their necks would heal and fade away for sure! It had to...that was the way it had to be!

Before she realized it, she found herself tumbled inside the blanket, still sniffing in his scent with reckless, and dare she say, feverish abandon. She pulled away from it in the horror of her own causes. How had she not known she did that? How had she not even felt herself, her injured state do that?! She pushed herself off the bed, covering her nose.

As if that would help any.

She started pacing back and forth. She didn't want to deal with Wyatt's and her smells in here, but she also didn't want to deal with Kamilla, Oliver, Lain, or Tuomas when he returned. She bit her lip but soon stopped as her thoughts focused onto the others. 

Even though they were Delaney wolves and they were all very....for a polite way to put it...serious, they were all very afraid of Wyatt. She could understand that: He's Alpha, and when she first saw him yesterday, when he severely injured Conroy and Marco, she was just as terrified of him. But...despite his feral and angry nature...he still...wasn't all that scary. Delphi leaned against the drawer she used. Just what was he really like? Better, what was he really like to the others?

Delphi took in a silent, but thoughtful breath before feeling for the knob on the drawer and pulling it open to see her few, yet neatly folded clothes. She was going to change her clothes right after she changed the sheets. She needed that much.

~*~*~

"Shift!" 

Kamilla bellowed at Delphi as she was once again pushed against the outer edge the ring, causing Delphi to let out a pained yelp in her nearly breathless state. 

Her wounds had finished healing just a few days after Adeline had assigned Kamilla and Katalin to toughen her up. Needless to say, they—yes, both of them—were nowhere near remorseful in their practices in the last past week. 

"I said shift!" Kamilla's large, 7'2" brunette colored Anthro form once again charged at her, barely missing Delphi's skull as she dug her claws into the wall and Delphi managed to roll away, "One needs to be able to shift freely in both battle and defense!" 

"I.....I-I can't!" Delphi tiredly shouted back as she backed up before dodging her attack once again. 

It was a sad truth. Though all Omegas could shift into either their wolf or human forms, none of them, if any at all, have ever had or learned to shift into their Anthro forms. It just wasn't necessary. However, Delaney wolves say and prove otherwise; here were two Omegas showing her first hand that they could. 

"You will learn to! Your life depends on it if you want to survive here!" Kamilla quickly caught her, pinning her arms down once again and putting two large claws at her throat, "That makes 8 times by me today. You would be mangled by now had it been anyone else." 

"Sister," Katalin called to her in her human form outside the ring, her curly hair was free and wild, and she was ready to shift as well. 

Kamilla snorted before getting off of Delphi, her breathing and heart rate completely level versus Delphi's more or less labored ones. As Kamilla backed up, her fur started to melt away, the loud, painful sounds of her bones breaking and remending themselves followed suit until she stood nude, her fair skin twitched on her shoulder blade only slightly from the transformation back. 

As she walked toward the edge of the ring, Katalin got in, removing her clothes to avoid unintentional damage, her rosy nipples seemed to perk at the sudden change in temperature, but that wasn't going to last long. As she tagged Kamilla, Katalin rushed at Delphi, her open palm going for her throat. 

Delphi swiftly caught it and twisted her arm left, sending her flying over her. 

However, Katalin maneuvered herself to where she landed on her feet and using the original momentum, grabbed Delphi's left arm and flung her into a wall. With a pained grunt upon impact, her own bare back twanged in pain. 

"It's good that you remembered from Tuesday," Katalin put a hand on her hip for a bit before starting toward a slowly raising Delphi, "But never lose sight of the fact that there is always a way to counter every attack and dodge." 




Omega Pride Ch. 07



Delphi rubbed her back as she nodded her head, panting. 

"Too slow," Katalin charged at her again, this time, she shifted into her wolf form and snapped at Delphi, barely—most likely intentional—missing her arm by a couple of inches. 

Delphi jumped back before running back into the ring, hearing Katalin right on her tail. Just as she heard Katalin's paws leave the ground, Delphi rolled backwards, avoiding her entirely before she started to shift to her wolf form, trying to engage her from behind before she had a chance to turn toward her. 

Katalin had, however, shifted back into her human form faster than Delphi thought she could! 

Before Delphi could even finish, Katalin jumped and flipped Delphi onto her back, pulling another yelp from her throat before Katalin choke slammed her, slicing Delphi's yelp into silence. 

"Stop," Katalin told her, her grip on her surprisingly strong for her size, but nowhere near damaging. 

With pants and a slight sniff, Delphi relaxed as best she could and submitted to her defeat.

Again.

"Shift," Katalin demanded seriously. 

With only slight hesitation, Delphi complied, and slowly but surely shifting back into her human form. 

"...You are too slow," Katalin told her after a while, letting Delphi's neck go, "Even your shifting just to your wolf and back. Too slow, unless you are relying purely on attacking before the enemy knows you are there and even still then, you'd be stuck in a single form. You are not among humans anymore. At least learn that, and you...may have a chance." 

"I...I understand," Delphi nodded her head as Kamilla entered the ring and handed Delphi a small towel and Katalin her clothes. 

"We'll continue after Katalin and I finish our afternoon duties," She told Delphi out loud before turning to leave after she pulled her tank top down past her navel. 

"Got it," Delphi let out a whisper as she dabbed her sweat covered forehead and neck dry. 

She was going to have to take a shower soon anyways.

A scent lingered into the room making all three of the females' heads turn toward the entrance. 

Wyatt stood there against the frame, watching them. Even the air went still. 

"My Alpha," Katalin and Kamilla bowed their heads and averted their eyes in unison. 

As Wyatt said nothing to them, Kamilla gave Delphi one quick glance before closely following Katalin out the door, both females giving him a wide distance of space as they pass him quickly yet evenly, leaving the two alone in the spacious facility. 

~*~/~*~

In the same moment that the two started to leave, Delphi turned away from the gaze she knew was against her more than likely bruised and scraped back—she felt the sting when she moved her arms to wipe the sweat from her brow. 

She had been avoiding Wyatt the whole week. At first, she didn't see him at all—thank The Moon Goddess—but as the days passed, she knew he was seeking her out; whatever she would do—be it chores, roaming the pack grounds, or just getting from point A to point B—she'd smell him close by, and had to quickly do something else. 

Fortunately, Omegas and Thetas eat at different times and places than the higher ranks, so she had no problem avoiding him then. 

Unfortunately, she knew he was changing her normal schedule and duties: The other Omegas of the flat wouldn't let her work with them on any of their daily duties, whether it be in the manor or around the den. The other Omegas outside of the flat wouldn't let her help either, no matter how many times she volunteered, asked, or insisted. 

Without having any work to do, that alone drove her and her wolf crazy. She had to serve somehow...BUT it wouldn't be the way that was expected of her. Instead, she settled with cleaning up in and around the flat as best she could, enjoying the fact that she had at least found something useful of herself.

However, because she had more time to herself than she liked, she had asked and pleaded with Katalin who then asked Adeline to let her return to Jackson at least to buy new clothes; she didn't want to keep wearing the little she had, and she did need more than just a pair of pants, shoes and socks, two shirts, and jacket. And in her hearts of hearts, she hoped to see Kathy again. She'd be surprised if the check she gave her was still good anyway. 

Though she had gotten the new clothes, she knew that Wyatt must have paid for it because she didn't even have to draw out the last $20 she had to her name. It unnerved her, but her wolf—that seemed to have returned to normal at last—was pleased and happy that their mate was taking care of them so. 

'He isn't our mate,' Delphi had reprimanded her several times, but as always, her other self would whine and whole heartedly disagree, saying that they are already mated and that was never going to change. She refused to accept it. 

As Delphi walked down and out of the ring, she grabbed her neatly folded clothes from the bench she had put them on and started to dress, ignoring Wyatt completely.

Wyatt was getting tired of having her back to him, but he had to be persistent with her. This time, on her beautiful back were cuts and bruises from the training she had received today. They didn't look like they were going to get infected and from there he could see that they were already healing. 

Still. He wanted to heal those wounds, no matter how minor they were. Especially after what happened just last week— 

Before they even started, he pushed the thoughts of that bastard to the back of mind before focusing on now. 

He had tried to give her space. He really tried to, but he and his wolf hated being so apart from her; it caused him to become more and more restless every night she wasn't there next to him. And it didn't help that every day they were becoming less and less patient with the distance. 

Eventually he did step in and have the Omegas stop her from doing Omega duties. She is above that, even though she has yet to see it herself. He also had recently requested that she eat with him, the Betas, and the Deltas, but she has yet to comply, leaving her chair at his side cold and empty. 

At first, the other wolves gave off scents of unease at her disobedience to him, but over a course of days, they calmed to a state of slight tension, knowing that if they got too involved, Wyatt would surely get angry. 

They'd be right.

Through the silence Delphi hoped to keep, Wyatt broke that hope, "You should get those healed, Delph—" 

"I'm fine. They'll heal before I know it," Delphi bit her tongue just after she said that, and Wyatt felt some of his tension dissipate. 

Even though she cut him off, she was at least talking to him passed a 'No thank you' or an 'Alright'. 

She still refused to say him name to him though. Since she had more or less been ordered to never call him Alpha or sir, and she didn't want to get so personal as to call him by name, she settled with not saying it at all. 

Trying her hardest to not let it invoke a conversation, she quickly tried to finish dressing, the cuts and scrapes didn't bother her too much after what she went through. As she slipped her olive green tee on, she heard his even footsteps making move to approach her, each step echoed off the walls. She decided against tying up her hair as she heard him near her. 

Moving evenly but quickly, she started for the nearest exit. Fortunately, it was her side of the gym. She hadn't even bothered to put on her socks and shoes as she tried to keep her steps even, though it was so obvious she was trying to avoid him. It was pathetic. 

Almost there. 

The sound his footsteps were still even, but coming closer. 

Almost there now.

Just a few

feet

more...

She felt herself jump as Wyatt's hand slammed against the wall before her, blocking her intended path of escape. She should have known better than to try and outrun—better worded out pace—an Alpha. 

Gulping, she looked down to the floor and avoided his gaze, "...Excuse me." 

Wyatt bent in toward her, his baritone voice as mollifying, yet serious as ever, "No." 

Delphi bit her lip, "I need to go—" 

"You don't have anything to do," It was his turn to cut her off. 

"...Please," She turned her head toward the wall, in her mind she desperately wanted to scale the damn thing to avoid all this, "I already told you where I stand on this." 

"And you expect me to just let it go?" He asked as if what she said was simple folly. 

She said nothing as she knew she couldn't ask him to do so. She had a hard enough time just trying to get her wolf to not take over and "tell" him she was on his side. 

"Delphi," He began gently, the coarse fingers of his right hand rose from the wall and began stroking through her messy yet soft hair, causing her to stiffen a little, "You are mine, just as I am yours. Surely you can't keep denying us that right." 

She didn't look up at him, still saying nothing. 

But he continued, his finger brushing back her dark auburn hair behind her ear, "How much longer? How much are you going to force us to endure this?" 

"....Tant qu'y faudra ...(As long as it takes)" Delphi whispered softly, so soft that a human wouldn't have heard her. 

However, she heard a low growl rumble from Wyatt's chest and his hand went from tracing her jaw line to lifting her chin to look at him. 

"You don't mean that," He said firmly, his words and voice underlined with emotion. 

Delphi tried to look away again, but he wouldn't let her turn her head as he held her chin gently, but firmly and followed her gaze so that her eyes remained on his. 

"You don't mean that," He repeated as if to hammer the nail in. 

Delphi's bottom lip began to quiver as he stroked it with his thumb before trailing his hand down her neck and slowly to her left collar, running tenderly over the mating mark he had left. 

It pulled a gasp from Delphi's lips as she accidentally tilted her head back a bit and dropped her shoes and socks. That zone never had been erogenous to her. Not until he had done that. She looked him in his emerald eyes on her own accord. 

"You may hide this, but you are mine, Delphi. Just stop running away," He tilted his head a little as he rubbed his thumb over that spot again, drawing out another gasp before she bit her lip, her legs were started to turn to putty from his gentle yet insistent touch. 

A rekindled heat started to flow through her, egged on by him and her wolf. Her heart started to speed up now as she continued to look at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mark she had left on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He allowed others to see it? Clear as day?! Her mind was started to blank just from the constant massaging, but she could see him starting to bend forward to kiss her. 

And she would let him.

She would let...

With every last ounce of willpower and resistance she had left, she backed away from him, getting away from him as quickly as she could as she gripped at the junction of her neck. 

"This will heal too!" Her accent thick, but as he made no move toward her—yet—she figured he got the hint, at least for a while, "This...this mating mark will heal too! As will yours! You can find your correct mate then!" 

She bent down quickly yet cautiously to grab her shoes and socks before heading toward the door that he blocked, giving a lot of space and trying her best to not run. She knew that he certainly would give chase if she did. As she opened the door, she refused to look back as she ran back to the flat, hoping against hope that he wouldn't follow.

~/~/~

Wyatt's wolf whined, growled, and barked in his mind, all the emotions he felt poured out through his wolf. How long would she deny this?! If he truly was meant to have a different mate, none of this would have happened the way it did! Why was she so afraid?! 

He looked down at his hand that had touched and cloaked itself in a thin layer of her scent. Pulling it to his nose, he savored it. 

He knew she wasn't happy with the words she told him; he could both feel and smell it now. The lies that fell from her lips she didn't even believe. She was just as restless as he was; it was all over and under her eyes as well in her scent. 

Their minds were also more connected, and even when she thought she blocked him out entirely, he could still feel her in a faint whisper. He could hear her thoughts when she had her hackles up. He let out a sigh as he pushed his hand up to cover his eyes. Elusive mate indeed.

~*~*~

Windows? Clean. 

Counters? Not a spec. 

Floor? A slight headache and red ears, but vacuumed, swept, and mopped. 

Delphi let out a dissatisfied groan. Even though she was pleased that she could clean around here, in all honestly, it wasn't much. No other Omega, heck, any wolf would let her clean their living areas, and even the ones she did live with didn't want her to touch their belongings. 

Though...Jeremy was kind enough to offer, but Oliver quickly shut him down since he bunked with him. He was so strange for a Delaney...

Shaking her head as she looked out the window, she finished the last dish. The Omegas here kept everything so organized and neat. Was exploring the land and training the only things she could do at all? 

She thought about asking Adeline if she could do something along the lines of her Omega duties, but she knew, just knew that the Madame Alpha didn't like her much. It hurt her, but not surprising, her wolf didn't like Adeline much either. 

Still, she at least wanted to be in the clear with her. As well, Wyatt issued the order for her not to be allowed to do Omega work, so could the Madame Alpha really override him since Delphi was female? She is, after all, in charge of all females, but if it comes from the Alpha, does she have no control? 

Without meaning to, Delphi found herself rubbing her junction. It was strange. Sure, she jumped at first contact the day after the incident, but not so much now. It isn't until Wyatt touches it when— 

Delphi let a slight growl at herself as she pulled her hand away. This was ridiculous. First the dreams, then real thing, then the...incident, the scents, and now the freaking mark. 

'It will heal, it will heal,' She kept repeating the mantra herself, denying that deep inside, she knew the answer. 

She also knew Wyatt could hear her, and so she quickly reestablished the block that she formed for him. So far, it seemed like it worked, though...she felt that with every day, she needed to strengthen it. He...he is...a powerful Alpha after all. 

"Oh Moon Goddess," Delphi whispered out loud, "When will this end? This isn't funny...it never was." 

In the silence, her words vanished into thin air and were replaced with a deep and lengthy yawn as she turned to clean the sink before folding the cloth to put it away. 

She hasn't been getting any good sleep. In fact, she had such a hard time getting to sleep that in the last few days, she's either had to pull all-nighters or go for a run in the surrounding forest —she had explored that much—just to be able to settle down enough for the next couple of hard earned, well fought for hours of sleep. 

Still, she would find herself staring at the ceiling, beating even Katalin and Lain to waking by at least an hour and a half. During the day, she couldn't sleep at all. She would go into daze, but that was about it. 

She gripped the sink tightly. This has got to end! When could she just move on from all of this?! With a heavy sigh, she pushed away from the counter. Delphi didn't even realize that shortly after, her hand migrated back to the junction.

The smell of a female wafted into the flat as the door opened, and immediately she took in a slow steady breath. 

Kamilla. 

Was she going to tell her to go train again? Or threaten her with more undistinguishable growls? For some reason, ever since yesterday when Wyatt confronted her at the training, Kamilla's fuse with her seemed to get shorter and shorter. She said nothing to Delphi—surprisingly—and tried to avoid her, but when they did paid attention to each other, Kamilla's growls and glares of animosity resumed like it was the first day they met. Why? 

Jealously? 

Disproval? 

She just plain didn't like her? 

What? If it was the former, then she shouldn't feel that way, otherwise she wouldn't be here! She's even been avoiding his insistence for her eat with him and the higher ranks! So why?

The footsteps of Kamilla's stopped shortly, and Delphi did her best not to look up out of curiosity—she knew better. However, that knowledge didn't help. 

"...What are you still doing here?" A low voice passed Kamilla's lips, making Delphi look up at her out of surprise. 

"E-excuse me?" Delphi asked. 

"Don't give me that 'excuse me' bullshit," Kamilla's upper lip twitched as a growl slipped into her words, "What the fuck are you still doing here?" 

"I was cleaning up. What else would I be doing?" Delphi rose up her hands defensively, in her mind, her wolf's hackles rose. 

"I don't know, maybe getting your act together," Kamilla approached her from the threshold. 

Delphi's wolf started to growl fiercely at Kamilla and Delphi had to keep her from surfacing, "What are you talking about? We finished the morning training already! I can't keep going like you all can—" 

"It isn't about the damn training!" Kamilla barked at her venomously, trudging into the kitchen and slamming her hands against the frame walls, blocking Delphi's single option of possible escape, "You were going to have to be trained either way! We all know that the Alpha has summoned you many times! How long do you plan on remaining here?!" 

That? She was talking about that?! 

It was Delphi's turn to growl at her, "That has nothing to do with you! You needn't worry yourself on it—" 

"When you bring this into my living space and don't resolve it, it IS my problem!" Kamilla snapped back as she bared her teeth at her, "He was and has been waiting for you to return and you insult our Alpha with your thick disobedience!" 

"Just because I don't want to be his mate?!" Delphi shouted back at her, not backing down, "He could always find someone better—!" 

Delphi felt whiplash and pain on her back. The wind flew out of her as Kamilla slammed her into the wall, her shirt bunched to the side in her hand. Even with Delphi's new found strength, she was still nowhere near as strong as her. 

"Listen up, you stupid bitch," Kamilla's growl and words was low, menacing, and biting. 

She then moved her grip lower and she used her free hand to pitch the skin just under the mating mark, pulling a squeak from Delphi. 

"Shut up," Kamilla silenced her, her voice hitting an icy quiet tone, "I don't give a flying fuck if you are the same or even a higher rank that me. See that mark?" 

She then squeezed it harder, "It means you are mated him. When you mate, it doesn't go away! Stop being so fucking delusional! Everyone and I mean EVERYONE knows that you and the Alpha are mated. You know how? Not because of your mixed scents, not even because he isn't afraid of showing the one YOU gave him, but because of how much needless drama you are causing from not just accepting fate as it is! You bring shame to not only Delaney, not only to the Alpha, but also to yourself, you fucking coward!" 

Delphi's eyes locked with Kamilla, but neither relented.

But...

Her wolf, her other self.....had ceased her growls and agreed with Kamilla.

She, of all others, was betraying her....?

....No. 

After a few more moments, Delphi turned her head away from Kamilla. She...she was starting to get it. No... She knew. She always knew. She put her and her wolf under so much stress, so much emotional pain by denying this, by betraying her wolf. She...it wasn't that she didn't want to accept the mating—her wolf most certainly did—it was....out of...




Omega Pride Ch. 07



Delphi turned to look back at Kamilla, whose grip was slowly loosening. Even when Kamilla raised her head slightly at her, to look down at her...Delphi could see it in her eyes. She...she would have given the same look...no...the same emotion to the wolf that ever dared to insult ...ever dared to...hurt Alpha Raoul...even if it wasn't her place. 

'We aren't horrible wolves that only thrive on violence, Delphi,' Wyatt's words from a week earlier repeated in her mind, 'Not anymore.' 

As Kamilla let the rest of Delphi's tee go, Delphi's hand reached for the pitched skin, almost surprised that it didn't feel like it would bruise. 

Slowly, her hand trailed down and reached for the other and found it in quiet. 

Her bottom lip quivered a little to find her voice, "....Kamilla.....I'm—" 

Delphi was stopped with a hand in front of her face, Kamilla looking away from her. 

"Look," Kamilla's voice returned to its slightly irritated norm as she pointed at her, "I. Am the last person you should be apologizing to." 

She then pointed her thumb toward the area where her room was, "Just get the hell out. And as soon as you can, take your things with you." 

Delphi stood there and tried to search her eyes a little more, before doing a quick nod of her head and passed Kamilla as she headed toward the door.

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Wyatt leaned back in his office seat, his hands resting on his loose dark grey long-sleeve. He had just gotten through reading over the last μιγάς related book in the library. 

Unfortunately, the most he got out of it was what he already knew, and the things he did find out, such as the Wolf Hunts in the 1300s, the disappearance of μιγάς after the fall of the Roman Empire—which he already knew because his father and grandfather helped to eliminate though it wasn't their primary concern—and that before that, the first appearance of μιγάς just before Alexander the Greats' time. But it still didn't tell him anything related to how that bastard worked or why he did it. 

He had asked Keric, but the elder wolf barely filled in any of the blanks; he just wasn't in the same area when all those things happened, though Keric had heard about them when they were. When he was in the same area, well....that's how Wyatt knew what wasn't in the books. 

He growled inwardly to himself. What was he overlooking? He hated not knowing the information that shrouded this whole thing. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that his father had at least made sure he knew the scent when he was younger, he'd be on ground zero in knowing anything.

Wyatt rubbed his eyes and pinched his bridge with a deep sigh. His nerves, though not entirely overworked, were starting to feel the strain of his searches. He needed to know everything about those things to keep Delphi safe. 

Hm. He let out a gruff blow from his lips. He wished said mate was by his side right now. The sad irony was that he was doing all this also to keep his mind off of her. But, with each increasing moment, it was becoming harder and harder to focus. 

He finally let himself break yesterday going into the training facility, but even before then he broke by seeking her out throughout the week. He had heavily contemplated on just going into the Omega quarters and snatching her up—his wolf always seemed too happy to oblige. 

After a bit more of thought, Wyatt glanced over at his clock. 2:07 p.m already. He got up from his seat and figured he'd at least try to nap to recover lost nerves before trying for another search. Either that or resume some of the Alpha duties he's been neglecting.

But neither would happen.

At least, at the moment.

Wyatt's head whipped toward the doors and his nostrils flared; the scent dominant on the other side. It took a little more than a bit of his willpower to make his wolf relax just enough as to not tear open the doors before he leaned against his desk. By the first knock, he answered as calmly as he could, 

"Come in, Delphi."

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With a gulp, Delphi heard Wyatt's voice on the other side of the door. One would figure he easily smelt her the moment she had approached it. Still... It wasn't too late to leave. She could easily do so right now. All she had to do was turn around and— 

She heard her other self bark a whine at her in her head, leaving no room for argument from her human half. Her wolf was right. Besides...she was already here. 

Glancing down at the door handle, she slowly with an increasingly unsteady hand grabbed it. As she put her other hand against the door, she little by little proceeded to open it.

And there he stood, against his desk and his eyes only on her; no one else there for even a mere distraction. Without once turning her back to him, but keeping her eyes on his shoes, she leaned against the door to close it. It made her cringe a bit as the door accidentally slammed shut. 

"Ah. Um..." Delphi spoke nervously and warily as she licked her bottom lip only a little and sniffed the air subliminally to scent for his emotions, yet she couldn't passed his calm overlay. 

He hadn't uttered so much as a sound. He hadn't moved either. 

Silently, Delphi gulped again as she hesitantly removed herself from the door that she pretended would protect her—stop her fragile resolve and convince her to leave. But it did no such thing as she progressed forward, her hands quietly grasping at each other behind her back before her feet stopped at the mahogany rug which lay more than a few strides between them. 

They stood silently—awkwardly silent on Delphi's end—before she finallly brought her hands before her, "...Um...I—" 

"Hm?" Wyatt's biting tone made her want to flinch and just leave. 

But...she—and her wolf—willed herself forward, "...I...I-I want to apologize—" 

"That's what you said before," Wyatt's demeanor never changed, his eyes just as piercing as his voice, "And the last time you said that, you pulled away with words I know had to have hurt your wolf. You use those words so loosely, I cannot be so certain you mean it this time, can I?" 

"I...I know you can't—" 

"Do you?" 

"...B-but—" 

"Hm?" 

"I-I have to say—" 

"Then say it." 

"Y-you...y-y-you—" 

"Out with it!" 

"You were right!" Delphi blurted out, raising her hands just to swing them down again, "I was wrong, and you got it right, okay?! I am scared! Déesse, I'm terrified, alright?! I'm...I-I want to be with you...I r-really do....but... I'm terrified...of what has happened, of what can...and what will! It's just all so overwhelming and I don't know what to do...! 

I...I was stupid, and said things I didn't even believe, and I couldn't bring myself to admit it! Wyatt...I just want be a normal Omega...dealing with Omega problems, Omega challenges, and other average Omega things and I didn't... didn't want have to face everything...! 

Including...including the fact that I am mated to you...a wolf I should have never even had a chance at being with... A wolf...that showed me.....pass the surface everything I knew about Delaney." 

Delphi's voice was cracking long before grabbing her arms and looking right, "A wolf...that doesn't care about what status I was born into...despite what other packs do and other wolves think... And decided...and decided to mate me regardless.... How...can I not be scared of that?" 

All fell into the calm as the last of her words dipped, and even with this proximity, she wouldn't open her mind, in fear of what swam through his. 

"...Well, for a first," Wyatt finally spoke up, "You can begin by stop torturing your wolf." 

Delphi faced toward him and nodded silently. 

"You then can accept the fact that we are mated, and that as your mate, you can trust me." 

Delphi gave him a silent nod once more. 

"Then you can also accept the fact that you are more than what you believe you are and want to be," He then approached and stopped just in front of her. 

Looking down at his shoes became much more difficult to do. 

"...I'll forgive you and accept your apology, Delphi. But I want your word. Promise me you will never run away from me for this kind of reason ever again." 

Delphi bit the inner bit of her lip before speaking softly, "Yes..." 

"Yes what?" He lifted her chin to once again make her look him in the eye, his enticing emerald eyes. 

"...Yes, Wyatt," Delphi spoke with the softness still prominent in her voice. 

She saw the corners of his mouth twitch as if to attempt a smile. He closed in, tilting her chin slightly to the right, homing onto her lips. Delphi wouldn't move away. She would let him this time as she closed her eyes and rose to meet his...

But there was nothing there.

Delphi's eyes shot opened to see that he had pulled away from her. 

Stroking the tip of her chin, he backed up and released her, "Do you really think I'm just going to give you what you want because I accepted your apology, Delphi?" 

Those words hit her like a brick, making her jaw drop. Well...she did deserve this...didn't she...? 

"You are going to have to be punished first before any of that." 

Delphi's body stiffened. Wait...What...? 

"P-p-p...punished...?" Delphi's voice and legs began to tremble. 

Her nostrils flared, and even her wolf's eyes widened and her ears pushed back. The look in his eyes and his scent changed. He wasn't mad at her....but... This scent was....!! 

"Yes. Punished. You rejected me and our mating several times, ran away from me over three times in the last two weeks, you ignored my orders and still attempted to continue your Omega duties in some way, shape, or form, disrespected and embarrassed me when I requested you join me at dinner in the last few days, and did the same thing in my office when Keric and Adeline were present, cut me off more than twice, refused to acknowledge me, avoided me entirely in the last week, refused to open your mind to me and kept strengthening your defenses, and allowed us both to go through sleep deprivation by denying what we and our wolves craved for," Wyatt tilted his head slightly, the look in his eye not once changing, 

"I am your mate, Delphi, but I am also your Alpha." 

Delphi gulped, and her heart had quickened, dove, and sunk at each offending thing he had named off. She had done those things to him, and it was only just that he returned the favor. 

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"W-w-w-what are you....w-w-what do you want me to do....?" Delphi asked nervously, her eyes darting back and forth from him and the right of him. 

"..Remove your shirt," Wyatt commanded her as he leaned against the desk once again. 

Her eyes widened as if to ask why, but she relaxed them, inside both her and her wolf felt that familiar feeling of heat running through her veins and body, her heart picking up the pace. 

With a small intake of breath, bit by bit she steadily removed her dull green and white shirt, her round olive breasts revealed and free from the last barrier between them and the air. 

Wyatt eyed her soft, yet firm mounds, subliminally licking the tip of his teeth, but kept his stern face from showing anything of the thoughts that roamed his mind. 

Once taking it off and lightly flinging it into a nearby chair, Delphi clasped her hands in front of her stomach as she looked at him, unable to hide the heat in her face that was developing while she bit the inner of her lip and waited for his next command. 

Wyatt then motioned with two fingers for her to come to him. 

With another small gulp, she stepped forward until she was staring him close in the face. 

"Turn around. And don't move anything," He told her.

This time, her look of confusion breeched through to her face and scent. 

Wyatt's eyes narrowed a bit, and that silent command was all she needed to turn around and show her back to him. 

As Wyatt looked at her back, he could see that the cuts and scrapes had healed...for the most part. Small blemishes lay where they were now, and he could see small bruises lay between the high point of her shoulder blades and just under her neck. Were they new from this morning's training? Regardless if they were new or not, they would now serve his reason. 

He wrapped his left hand around her waist as his right slowly traced up her skin and captured her right breast, massaging and slowly kneading it, causing Delphi to bit her lip. 

Heat was starting to flow from her body and down to her rekindling core. Wyatt brought his face closer to her back as he released her breast and moved his free hand down the side of her body, her natural, womanly scent of cucumber melon and fresh water becoming stronger as he traveled further down to base of her spine. 

Spotting the nearest blemish, he pulled her a bit closer as his strong, yet controlled tongue ran over the nearly healed graze. 

Delphi's body flinched at his wet, light touch, "W...Wyatt?" 

He didn't respond as he continued to heal each blemish, trailing his tongue to the next across her sensitive back, his breath making her shiver. 

Delphi's eyes closed as her breathing started to become sound. She knew her neck and shoulders were like this, but her back too— 

She quivered as he licked the small cut just under her shoulder blades on her spine. He ran his tongue several times over that very spot, and she didn't know if it was just to make the cut go away or to continuously draw that tiny gasp he pulled from her lips. 

Finally leaving that spot, he continued upward along her spine until he reached the one just under her neck and above her blades. He pulled his mouth away before he even touched it, surprising her. 

Delphi started to turn her head to look at him, but her head quickly straightened back as another soundless breath escaped her; his light breath hit her back before his wet tongue touched it. Each stroke of his adept tongue working over her receptive skin pulled a pant from her. Each lick would make her back fully arch if not for him holding her. 

Finally, his tongue left her back and pulled away from its hidden pleasure, allowing Delphi turn and look at him, her light pants still present. 

Before she could even come down from it, he pulled her close once again and took her left nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. Delphi's mouth formed into an O, her breathing and heart double timed, her puss pulsed at the touch. 

Wyatt leisurely stroked the V-line between her legs and outside her pants while missing—no—avoiding the area where her clit was. 

Grabbing the hem of her loose dark grey jogging pants, he pulled them down shortly. His wolf smirked happily as he found that she hadn't put her panties back on from earlier today's training. His hand neared her pussy, the heat prominent as he placed his hand on her thigh and his fingers ran lightly over the skin of it. 

Delphi's mind was starting to cloud before he switched over to her other nipple after nipping the other with a small tug. She could feel his hand right there, just out of the range of her moistening nether lips. 

She felt his fingers grow claws as they trailed across her inner thighs, but he wouldn't touch her any closer! She looked down at him, her eyes starting to beg him to just touch her as she struggled to follow his command of not moving, but his own eyes caught hers and silenced that plea at the glance before releasing the brown bud with another pull. 

From there, he trail unhurried wet kisses down the center of her body, following the flow of her skin. But just as he passed her navel, not an inch down, he skipped her core and began to kiss the innards of her thighs. Air rushed quickly in her throat as she soundly inhaled. 

Closer...and closer still...he nipped lightly at the left's skin, catching her off guard and making her legs jolt. 

Wyatt's hands left the sides of her hips and found their grasp on her ass; he pulled her closer and firmer still. Switching between her thighs, he left not kisses but small bites as he made his way closer, pulling gasp after gasp after gasp until she let out a whimper in their mist. 

Her legs were losing their stiffness and her fists starting to tighten as she felt Wyatt's breathe just below her moistening slit, blood running through her veins and pussy clenching in anticipation. 

Wyatt's breathe moved away from it in her dismay before all too quickly he licked the creases of her V; that alone would make her jump had he not had a hold on her. Entirely at his own pace, he switched between the two sides, steadily getting closer to her seam. 

Delphi let out a yelp when he finally licked her slit via torturously slow, then suddenly quick movements. Each untimed and irregular and Delphi felt as if her legs would give out on her at any time. 

"Wyatt...!" She squeaked out as she finally couldn't continue his demand and put shaky hands on his clothed shoulders, grasping the material. 

At that Wyatt stopped and looked up at her, remaining silent and his eyes not yet glowing, yet filled with lust that she could see he and his wolf harbored. 

Using his right hand, he removed hers from his shoulders and put them at her sides, now using his other hand to her matching one to hold it there. 

In the back of her mind she knew she had disobeyed, and her wolf knew he was reminding her she wasn't in control. 

He was. 

Just as quickly as he pinned her arms, he dove his tongue between her folds and licked at a much quicker pace; Delphi threw her head back as her legs finally couldn't withstand the pleasure he kept inflicting at their foundations. 

Wyatt had already moved his hands to support her lower and upper back as he brought her down to the carpet, refusing to relinquish his steady attacks on her sex. 

Delphi's hands roamed the carpet as she found nothing to really grab onto. Her pants increased in rate and sound as he sucked on her clit, the familiar feeling of an orgasm drawing nearer and nearer, causing Delphi's eyes to finally glow and her heart to pound. 

Her hips rose to meet his lips. Her tongue licked her dry ones. Her eyes shut tight. She was almost there! Almost! Almost—

And then he pulled away.

With a strident gasp of shock, Delphi's eyes shot open as she lifted her head and looked at him, panting. Wyatt's eyes, full of desire, still had the other look in them as he licked his lips of her juices. The feeling of what could have been, what shoulder of been, that delicious feeling started to subside. 

"W...Wy...W...?!" She was trying to ask, but his eyes told her nothing as they locked with hers. 

Before she could attempted to ask again as her breathing started to slow down, he slid two fingers inside of her, catching her off guard as she let out a moan before falling back on the carpet. 

Wyatt worked his fingers inside of her, hitting her spot and alternating speed again as he watched Delphi's face once more coat in pleasure, her mouth agape and her hands constantly grasped for—at—anything with no avail. 

As Wyatt continued, he felt the strain on his erection that was constricted in his pants—curse the damn things. Tugging slightly at them before focusing on Delphi's pants and gathering moans, he could feel her vaginal walls clench around his digits; its pulse started to quicken once again, Delphi's chest heaves between pants. 

He knew she was getting close again, her juices flowing freely. She let out a louder moan when he used his thumb to rub directly onto her sensitive bud, causing her eyes to finally glow brightly. Her fingers clenched and unclenched rapidly, showing her approaching, eminent release. 

But once more before she could go over the edge, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of her.

Delphi let out a whine and yelp in protest, "Wyatt...please...!" 

Without thinking, Delphi reached out once again for him, grabbing onto the nearest thing being his shirt, her wanton hands trying to tug at them to be removed. 




Omega Pride Ch. 07



Wrong move. 

Delphi felt both of her wrists grabbed by one and pushed back onto the carpet above her head, crossed, and held down firmly. Delphi looked up at them surprised, breathless, and clouded before looking back at Wyatt, her eyes heavy with desire. 

"That makes twice now," Wyatt's growl came out huskily, causing more heat to flow throughout her body like fire. 

"P...please Wyatt....!" Delphi mewled as the tiny beads of sweat rolled down the side of her neck, "L-let me cum...! I promise I won't do it again, just let me cum...!!" 

Wyatt stared down at his lust filled mate and shortly bent down as if to kiss her. But he didn't. He let his lips hover just out of range of hers, making her let out a small cry of frustration. 

After a moment he bent down a little more and ran his tongue over her bottom lip before pulling away, his hand still had a secure grip on her wrists. He used his free hand to unbutton his pants and zip them down, followed by pulling down his pants and briefs, finally releasing his rock hard cock from its restrains. 

Delphi's eyes shot down at it hungrily before quickly looking back at in Wyatt's own desire covered eyes. 

"Stay," He told her thickly before removing his hand from her wrists. 

Delphi's bottom lip quivered as she watched him first remove his shirt at last, followed by lowering his pants even further, not entirely wanting to get up to remove them, then finally, stripped her jogging pants, which he did want to do. Throwing the unnecessary clothing behind him, he looked down at his formerly rebellious mate. 

Wyatt was truly pleased at the fact that she was now listening to him, and after so long hearing her speak his name past passionate lips. He wanted nothing more than to just plunge into her now and utterly sate both his beast and himself, his control already wavering. 

But he held firm to it as he went between her legs and guided himself, circling her dripping hole. Delphi bit her lip as she struggled to keep her hands where they were, but her legs hiked up and spread a little further apart, trying to coax him into penetrating her.

Delphi's gasp was of pure bliss as finally started to enter her, albeit slowly, but filling. But just as he got the head inside, he pulled out quickly. 

A groan came from behind Delphi's clenching teeth, "Please....! Wyatt...d-don't tease me anymore...!" 

But he didn't heed as he would inch inside of her slowly, adding another inch each time before he quickly retreated. The pleasure was becoming too intense, the pressure building up again and again each time, each moment he continued this lusciously torturous act. Just as he withdrew again, Delphi couldn't take it anymore. 

"Wyatt...!!!" She screamed out, and at that, that what he needed to hear as he pushed all the way back in, filling her completely. 

"AAAHHH!!!" She let out a cry as she finally was allowed to cum, her walls contracted around his cock inside her, but they both knew it had only begun as he started pump inside of her, their pants and scents of sweat rang heavily in the air. 

She reached around his waist with her legs, pulling him in closer as he thrust deeper, each thrust hitting that glorious spot inside of her. Changing speed and intensity in his strokes caused Delphi to cry out. 

Wyatt's eyes finally glowed now as he grunted and growled, holding back his growing need to cum as his knot began to form. Knowing this, he pushed it inside with a hard stroke before it got big enough, making Delphi's head tilt back with a moan past her lips as she hooked her hands around his forearms. 

Sweat slick on their bodies. Pants pressing and audible. The urgency was growing at an intense rate as she kept meeting his quick, demanding thrusts, pressure threatening, screaming to burst. Within mere moments, her nails turned to claws and she ran them down into his arms as she let out a boisterous howl, her orgasm crashing through her, better than the last. 

Felling her tighten in her orgasm, with one last grunt Wyatt pushed in as far as he could go, his balls emptied his load inside his mate. With final spurt, Wyatt exhaled and slumped forward a bit, unable to go anywhere with his knot firmly inside of Delphi. They looked at each other, sated looks on their faces accompanied by pants. 

Finally he bent down and kissed her deeply, and she happily returned it. He traced the edge of her teeth first before their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Wyatt's right hand rose and ran through her hair as he sucked on her tongue, causing her to moan lightly as her hands rose and circled around his neck. With a last tug of her bottom lip, he pulled away, staring her in her eyes. 

"...And you will keep your promise," It came out more as a light demand than a question as he whispered those words. 

Delphi nodded with next little hesitation, a small smile on her face, "Yes...Wyatt." 

His lips twitched as if to grin again as he let out a growl next to her ear, "And I'm going to make sure you don't forget that." 

With that, the slowly dying down heat started to rekindle. In the back of Delphi's mind, hell even in her current state of mind, she and Wyatt both knew it was going to be a very long night. And somehow or another, they made their way back to their room before the end of it.

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Thanks for reading this chapter, though I have to say, I probably try not to write one this long again~! I hope you all enjoyed it!



Omega Pride Ch. 08



The 8th Installment of Omega Pride

Thank you, MythOFreak, my new editor. Also once again, thank you L.L for the French editing. You guys are two awesome as hell people to work with!

As always, comments and feedback are welcomed.

Now without further delay, enjoy!

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Morning light slowly began to seep through closed eyelids as Delphi took in a silent, gentle breath. She felt warm arms around her waist and a temperate, steady breathing brushing against her hair and neck. The mixed scents coated her nose with every inhale she took. She slowly opened her eyes as she lightly gripped the supple pillow. It had been a night; Wyatt didn't let her get out of bed—or floor or where ever they ended up before somehow making it back to the room—for a second, making her promise with her heart, mind, body, and soul not to avoid and reject him ever again. She had even made that promise to her wolf—to both their wolves.

As furtively as she could, she turned over to look at her mate, feeling his arms twitch as if to keep a firm (and dare she say a possessive) hold on her, but relaxed a bit as if realizing she wasn't going anywhere. Delphi's eyes traveled slowly as she studied his slumbering face. Even in his sleep he had such as serious look on his face, a constant twinge in his eyebrows. His black-brown hair shielded part of his face, and his eyes, though gently closed, were like those of warrior: they could open at any time, surprise, and defeat.

Reaching up gently, she brushed the hair out of his face, revealing a small scar just under his right eyebrow. She hadn't noticed it before, it was so faint, but that prompted her to continue her search. Trailing her hand down her his jaw and then down his neck, her fingers lightly tracing down the unmarked side of shoulder. Her curiosity then led her to find three jagged scars in the trap of his shoulder; those more faint than the one on his face. She glanced up at him to see if he was still asleep. His breathing was steady and his mind seemed blank, so she continued to run her hand slowly down the front of his chest, feeling each muscle and ridge. She smiled lightly when she saw a small mole on his left side between his second and third abdomen muscles. Delphi ventured down even further and reached his belly button and glory line. She shifted her body a little, and with the smile still there, bit her lip and continued.

"You move too much," Wyatt mumbled, causing Delphi to shoot her eyes back up to his as she let out a small gasp of surprise. She felt his muscles twitch as she pulled her hand away.

"Were...were you awake? The entire time?"

"Yes," His words had a rasp from tiredness, "First timed you moved woke me. Decided not to do anything, and see what you would do."

"...Did I disappoint you?" She asked lightly.

"No," His eyes, which had slightly opened before, closed once again, "...But it is early."

"Really?" This actually surprised her. It was around this time she normally woke up, heck, she thought she might have overslept. Then realization finally occurred to her. So it truly was that only Omegas were awake at this hour in the morning? Even the Alpha of this pack didn't get up?

"That's right," Wyatt picked up the thoughts in her mind, "And it came across the mind of any wolf here, especially after last night."

That made Delphi smile, her face coated in a light blush, "...Until now?"

Wyatt nodded his head a little and Delphi shook hers. It should surprise her that she wasn't tired—granted she was a little sore, and definitely sated—but she wasn't. And unfortunately, she wasn't going to be able to bring herself to go back to sleep either.

After lying there for a few moments while he seemed to fall back asleep, Delphi turned again to try and get out of bed. Before she could, she was stopped once again by his possessive grip around her, making him let out a growl mixed with his groan. She rested a hand on his and took in a light breath, "....Wyatt?"

"Hm?" He groaned again.

"....I need to get up," she told him softly.

"...Where?" His eyes didn't even open after his hesitation.

"I'm just going to go take a shower and get something to eat. I'm not running away," She assured him.

After a few more moments, wearily yet reluctantly let her go. Delphi put her feet on the floor after she sat up and glanced over her shoulder at him. After a moment, she bent down and kissed his lips lightly, earning a sound breath from him with a hint of a rumble behind it before she got up and went to the bathroom.

~*~*~

She actually was surprised as she went in. She had seen only glimpses of it, but she never realized just how big the bathroom was! As she stepped onto the cool beige argon floor, she ran her left hand on the slightly arced counter of the same theme. The wooden cabinets of said counter (though she couldn't place its type) was a deep, rich mahogany color, and the long mirror along the faded, crème colored wall reflected her state of wonder. In front of her, a few meters down, laid the Jacuzzi sized tub, two steps leading into it.

As she stepped forward, she could see that it had more than a few features that a Jacuzzi shared. She looked right of her and she could see a neatly folded black towel on one of the counters, and a little more to the left, was the shower, the frosted, rain drop patterned glass of the sliding doors covered the large shower neatly. It was strange really; that out of all the rooms she's seen in the manor, including the bedroom, that it was this bathroom which seemed to have the most color. She also couldn't help but wonder how lonely it had to be living in a suite this large and a bathroom like this. At least....she would have felt lonely....

Finally getting past the point of awe, Delphi opened one of the shower doors, entered, and closed it before turning on the water. She jumped a bit when she turned the cold water on first before quickly adjusting the water to warm, causing her let out a sigh of relief. She looked around before spotting his washcloth and body soap, taking in the added scents before applying them to her body and taking the time to actually caress every trace of her skin. As she bit her lip while lathering herself up, Delphi's mind wondered, and her heart accompanied it as her thoughts focused on Wyatt.

Looking back now, without the clouds of fear glazing her eyes, she had done things to him—both as an Alpha and her mate—that could easily been written off as unforgivable in some packs...even a death sentence in others—fortunately only a few among the ones she knew. But...he wasn't entirely like the "ruthless" Delaney Alpha males she had brought up to know...to expect. Hell, he wasn't anything like what she expected from males in general.

Despite her poor treatment by males, she had been...fortunate enough to have known the males of Méraudin: her cousins Degaré and Fulbert, the Delta Elliot and two of his triplets Pons and Rémi, the Betas Monsieur Sacha and Monsieur Loup, Alpha Raoul...and her father. She also had to thank the brother of the young Omega female that had saved her life in the Stenpryde pack, and even, to an extent, the human males that had helped her out through her journey as a lone wolf. Otherwise, she didn't think she would be able to trust males much after what she gone through with Oakens......

She shook her head under the shower head, both clearing her mind of what little she remembered of the Oakens pack and to prepare her wet tresses as she reached over for his shampoo and started washing her hair. As her mind went back to the original thought, she couldn't help but let a light smile play across her face. Instead of forcing her to his side—which she both felt and knew he could have—Wyatt waited for her to go to him on her own. Instead of getting angry and yelling at her for her...stubbornness, his tone was always calm, even though there was an apparent undertone of irritation. With all of her denials, he had gone out of his way and saved her from that man, and when she had been shot, it was his voice that kept her alive. And even when he did punish her, though it was torturous...it wasn't at all unpleasant and the thought made a blush accompany her smile. He had been patient with her, unlike any male she had seen outside of her birth pack. Perhaps...under his feral, yet aloof and serious shell was a truly caring male she had yet to understand. Remembering how much he had done for her made her heart flutter with feeling. It was beyond the sex they had, beyond the fact that they were mated, and it felt higher than respect. Could....could it be...?

No.

She shook head once again as she pulled back into the warm water to rinse out the soap in her hair. It was too soon for that, even now. He....Wyatt....she knew there was far more to him than what she knew, so how could she possibly fall in love with him without that knowledge? But...then again...she had never been in love. She had never been in a position where she could be, though she knew that humans seemed to do so constantly, yet somewhat early, in their lives.

Stepping out of the water, she looked around for the conditioner. With the bathroom being as neat as it was, she should have known it would be right next to the shampoo. As she started to scrub it through her hair, she thought back to a time in her earlier years. Though the exact memory was fuzzy at best, she knew it had during the spring of her 8th year with her pack. She remembered that Elliot and his mate Aline had just returned from the human village of Kuujjuaq with sewing materials and supplies, cloths, and few other necessitates they couldn't find where they lived. Delphi's father and Degaré were out teaching and playing with the triplets and her second cousin Cerise in the back of the manor house. Though she couldn't remember where everyone else was, her mother, Megane, and Cerise's mother and Fulbert's mate, Ninon, were sitting in the new grass, sewing cloths, talking amongst themselves, and laughing about who knew what.

She...she had also been with them as she watched the three mated females sew the cloths. Delphi remembered asking them at that age if they loved their mates. She remembered their looks and scents of surprise. When they all—in their own ways—responded yes, she had asked if they loved them as soon as they met.

Megane had stopped sewing and looked at her with a smile, "I didn't. In fact, the last thing I wanted to do was even mate with an annoying troublemaker like Degaré! But my wolf had voiced otherwise."

Delphi's mother had agreed with her, "Everyone had to grow to love their mates, including me to your father." When Delphi had asked why, Ninon had to add a quiet laugh.

Ninon had put down her needle and incomplete shirt as she looked at Delphi, "In a sense, to mate with someone and to fall in love with someone are both opposites on the same coin."

Ninon told her that when wolves like them are born, they have an instilled desire to seek out their mates. The search could take years, decades, or even centuries, but when wolves do find each other, mating happens almost instantaneously, or it can actually drive the two wolves mad with anxiety until they do. Love, on the other hand, doesn't normally happen with normal wolves, and is really only is found in humans, replacing their need to mate.

"Because of this, though we feel love, it doesn't have to happen and isn't instilled. But, as I said, it is on the opposite of the coin of mating. It may not happen, but for us, it could take a long time to feel any love for our mates, and not just on the level where our wolves are after mating, but as this side of us. As we are," Ninon had brought her hand to her chest, "The human side of us, it doesn't stop with just being mated, yet continues deeper than that."

Delphi couldn't remember what they had said after that that had caused them to start laughing hard enough to make Megane fall backwards in a fit of chortles, but...but she remembered what her mother had said when Delphi asked if that emotion of love, that kind of love, was something she could have.

Her mother had brought her close into an embrace and kissed her head, "You just may, Delphinia. Everyone is different, but you just may."

When Delphi asked how she would know when she has fallen in love, her mother let out an airy giggle, "I cannot say; you are not me. But." She pulled back to look her in the eyes as she had brushed her hair away from them, "when it happens, you will know. You will feel it." She remembered that they then got up and went inside with her following after them.

As Delphi finally rinsed out the conditioner, she knew she had taken those words to heart even after all these years. But did she feel it? Did she love him? Ninon did say that it would take a long time until she knew.....And she was right. Right now...Delphi felt that although she really liked Wyatt, she still had a ways to go. But...did he love her? Or even like her? That she didn't have even the slightest inkling of. She let out one last sigh as she turned both knobs off and stepped out to get the towel to dry herself. Time would have to tell for that too...

~*~*~

In the back of her mind, Delphi couldn't believe she was back in his closet and yet again putting on one of his clothes to wear. But once again, she had no choice; she left her cloths in his study on the floor. By the time they had made it to his room, they were both entirely nude. Once again blushing, this time Delphi reached for one of his long sleeved thermal shirts, a navy blue colored one, and put it on, the shirt almost reached her finger tips, reminding her just how small she was compared to him. She really was going to have to bring her clothes up her as soon as she could or she really will be just wearing his clothes...maybe. Deciding that that was all she needed she turned toward the front doors. Smiling at Wyatt's sleeping form, she closed the door after her and rushed down the stairs, passing the Beta and Delta floors, and onto the main floor—

Smack!

"Oof!"

"Ow...."

Delphi rubbed the side of her face. She had run into someone that was for certain. Man that hurt!

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Delaney..!" The loud whisper came out humbly. The figure stood up, and that was when Delphi caught the scent. She looked in front of her and up the open hand of Jeremy, his scent full of worry now.

"It's okay," Delphi took his hand and got up with his help, "I wasn't looking where I was going, that's all." As she got another look at him, he had shown his neck to her! She quickly held her hands up, "No, no. I'm okay, Jeremy. Really..! You don't have to do that. I'm in the same rank as you too, you know that." After a moment, Jeremy relaxed his neck and that made Delphi let out a breath

. "Sorry," Jeremy told her quietly, "I'm just used to accidently upsetting the higher ups."

"They hurt you?" Delphi asked, a little surprised and concerned.

"Not really. Self-control is something the Delaney pack...mostly masters in...now. Um," Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand; the other hand held a hard-surface mop, "But it doesn't stop them from glaring with obvious irritation."

Now that, Delphi could easily understand here.

"I thought our....well...your Omega house has to deal with cleaning the gym today?" Delphi asked him as she looked at the mop and he followed her gaze.

"Yeah, we do, but....I normally get up a bit before they do just to clean the floors, helps clear my head and uh...allows me to feel like I've accomplished something," He told her as he switched hands.

"Really? Like what?" To be honest, this was the most casual conversation she's ever had here, and with a male of all people! Why was Jeremy so different that everyone else she's met here?

"Stuff...in the past," Jeremy shrugged, "Even though it's just floors, and really anyone can do them, it allows me to feel less...inadequate and a liability."

Concern started to reenter Delphi's scent, "Why? Why would you feel like that?"

"...I uh...rather not say...Not when others could possibly hear it." Delphi realized she stepped on a landmine in the conversation a little too late as she watched his shoulders slump slightly and his scent changed to sorrow...and shame.

"I'm sorry," Delphi whispered. Had she been in her wolf form, her ears would have gone down.

"It's okay, Mrs. Delaney," Jeremy gave her a sad smile, "Later, maybe."

"A-Alright," Delphi agreed, to which he nodded and turned to continue his floor-cleaning.

"You can call me, Delphi," Delphi quickly added in.

He turned his head and looked at her, and after a bit, a genuine smile appeared on his face, the first she's received here, "...Alright.....Mrs. Delaney."

Delphi's jaw dropped, "Hey, I said you could—"

"I know," He told her as he continued to clean. Delphi could almost swear she heard small chuckles between his steps. Why was he so different...?

Shaking her head slightly as she watched him go near Wyatt's study, stop, sniff the air, and then continue past it to Adeline's study. Delphi then turned and continued to the dining room and through that to the kitchen. As she might have suspected, it wasn't empty. Not entirely anyways. A light blonde female Omega from a different flat had her back to her. From the sounds she was making it sounded like she was chopping, and from the scent she was slicing fruit; apples, strawberries, pears, and peaches. She kept separating the slices into different bowls, and the constant, recurring chopping sounds echoed in the room in a rather quick, martial, and unnerving way.

The moment Delphi stepped inside the room, the female's cutting stopped and she let in a quick sniff shortly after. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at Delphi, commencing an awkward silence.

"Um..." Delphi started as she took another step inside, "Don't mind me, just...getting something to eat." The female—her name was....Sonja...if Delphi remembered correctly from the introductions—said nothing to her as Delphi made her way over to one of the six fridge doors. Sonja's light blue, yet dim eyes followed her movements, rather intently. Delphi felt her stare on her back as she reached in and grabbed a blueberry yogurt . Sonja's stares didn't diminish even as Delphi turned back around after grabbing a spoon! Inside her mind, she felt her wolf starting to growl in annoyance, but she didn't let it show.

"...What?" Delphi finally asked. Sonja said nothing to her, but after a second more, she finally averted her eyes and continued cutting and separating the last of the fruit. When she moved passed Delphi to one of the refrigerator doors, Delphi smelt the hint of disgust secreting off her skin. Even though her mouth didn't move other than to slightly press her lips together, Delphi could swear she heard a tiny whisper, 'Why did this damn bitch have to be here, especially in here with me? She's ruined everything for Beatrix. If I was only a step higher I'd put her in her place...'

This made her wolf growl louder and made Delphi react, "What did I do you?!"

Sonja's dim eyes widened in surprise, "What? I didn't say anything."

"But you thought it," Delphi countered.

"I didn't project anything to you," Sonja's eyes narrowed to a glare.

"But you thought it! It's just as rude," Delphi countered once again.

Sonja then raised her chin up to her, making Delphi scoff, "I have no reason to tell you anything, rude or pleasant. We're both Omegas, or did you forget that while you were in the Alpha's room?"

Delphi's hand tightened on her yogurt as she let out a threatening growl. Sonja barely even flinched as she turned and left evenly without another word.

Delphi's wolf wanted to pull forward and beat Sonja to a pulp, but Delphi knew they shouldn't. 'It's just words,' she reminded herself and her wolf, 'Just words from a self-loathing wolf.'




Omega Pride Ch. 08



But it wasn't just that. Something inside... inside her wolf, wanted to come forth and put her in her place, to force her to submit.

Once again, Delphi shook her head, 'We shouldn't. It wouldn't get us anywhere anyway.'

She looked to her wolf mentally, who still had her hackles up against Sonja, 'We are mated to Wyatt, and I might be even falling in love with him too. Isn't that enough?'

Her wolf looked to her, and the single word that she projected made Delphi's eyes widen in shock,

'No.'

Delphi mouth went agape, "What?"

Her wolf was about to project something else, but Delphi didn't let her, 'No. Please. We are nowhere near strong enough to even defeat another Omega here despite our training. And I feel quite comfortable where we're at right now.'

Her wolf let out a small whimper, but Delphi held firm, 'No. Wyatt says it's okay to want, but that's simple too much.'

She tried to make her wolf understand her logic—a rarity in itself—and before long, her other self let out a huff and yielded to it. Delphi let out a sigh of relief and looked down at the blueberry yogurt, the mess of it dripped to the floor.

~/~/~

Wyatt let out a groan as he rolled over one last time. Try as he might, tired as he was, he could not get back to sleep without Delphi next to him, her spot on the bed growing cold with each passing second. Sure he had managed to doze in and out a few times while she was still upstairs, but now it proved to be impossible. The tension left him as he looked down at the doors upon Delhi opening it. "You get something to eat?" He asked her, making her give a small smile.

"More or less," She replied quietly, almost timidly, as she closed the door quietly behind her. Wyatt saw the change in her body movements and scent; she was both slightly heated and nervous.

He sat up as she neared him, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing much," Delphi replied, her thighs leaned against the bed, not quite getting in, "Just....a little annoyance just now, that's all."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, but decided not to press further. However...why was she nervous?

"...What else is wrong?"

Delphi bit the inner part of her lip lightly, her hands folding in front of her. She gulped lightly before looking him in the eyes, "...Wyatt, can I have my Omega duties back?"

His eyes widened in a bit surprise before narrowing down again, "Why? You are above such duties."

"But that's all I know," She replied, shifting her gaze a little to the side before back at him, "I can't just train all day. I'm not like that. My wolf and I go crazy without it."

"Then you should learn the duties of an Alpha," Wyatt told her simply.

Delphi's eyes widened and she shrugged in slightly unease, "I don't even know the first thing about being an Alpha, and I'm nowhere near strong enough to do that. I haven't even been a managerial position among humans!" She then leaned in and put her hands on the bed, "Wyatt, please. I need to do something. Please let me serve. Let me have my Omega duties back."

Wyatt stared back into his mate's beautiful, two colored eyes. As he did, he wanted to say something else, but instead let out a slight sigh, "....You may."

A smile spread cross Delphi's face as she bent closer and kissed his lips. In that moment, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, causing her to let out a moan.

"Thanks," She said in a whisper as they broke the kiss. Wyatt nodded his head slightly, and slowly blinked as Delphi got up and head for the door once again, "I'm going to go...get my cloths and move them in first." Just like that, she was gone again.

Initially, he was not going to give her back those duties, but she had actually looked him in the eyes and told him what she wanted, something she wouldn't have ever attempted to do of her own accord before, especially not without seriously panicking. That was a good sign on to her becoming a Madam Alpha. But also, that smile on her face, he hadn't seen that before and that made him and his wolf happy that he had made her smile like that.

The renewed silence, he finally gave up trying to go back to sleep, so he got out of his bed and headed for the shower. He had to catch up on his Alpha duties anyway. As well, he wanted to relook over the information he had to find any holes in context that he missed.

~*~*~

Delphi hadn't felt this rejuvenated in days. The wintery dawn greeted her warmly as she opened the door and proceeded to head back to the flat, a subtle bounce in her step. Taking in a breath, she knocked lightly on the door, readying herself for whatever the others would throw at her. However, it was silent. A little confused, she raised her fist to knock again. "Door's open," Tuomas's gruff voice came from the other side. At that, Delphi slowly opened the door, and from the smell of it, the only wolf there was Tuomas; the others must have started on the gym already. The scent of his slight surprise rose off his skin as he she walked through the threshold and into view, but he said nothing to her.

At least not out loud.

As she began to walk past him, she could have sworn she heard him. 'Why the hell is this bitch back?!' She heard him whisper, 'She just can't seem to take a hint that she's not welcomed here....'

Delphi let out a nearly silent, yet clearly aggravated sigh. "Look, you don't have to project it. I'm just here for my clothes. Stop worrying yourself," She told him, and he actually had a slightly confused look on his face, "Also, I get that I'm not welcomed, and I can take a hint, thanks. I can hear you, you know."

Tuomas confused face paled as she spoke those words; the scent of his shock replaced his confusion. Delphi turned to get her belongings, though a puzzled look appeared on her own brow. Had she said something weird? She shook her head of the thought and continued down the hall to Kamilla's room, doing her best to ignore his renewed whispers.

It took her half an hour of going back and forth, but Delphi finally got the last of her clothes back to the suite. Wyatt wasn't there when she first returned; she had smelt his reintroduced scent in his study, so she ended up making room in his closet by herself. It wasn't all the that hard to do as he didn't have as many cloths as it looked like, just that they were spread out—and a guilty pleasure inside of her liked the reorganization.

After she finished the last of it, she finally changed over into a black bra and panties, a long sleeved, form fitting navy blue shirt, and dark grey fleece sweatpants. She looked into the mirror in the closet, looking about herself as she bit her lip, "...One more thing."

She went into the first drawer and pulled out her navy blue beanie, and put it on, tucking all but her bangs inside. With a slight nod, she turned and left to go to the gym. Those that were there—primarily Oliver and Lain—weren't, as expected, too enthusiastic about her helping, but they complied at her saying that Wyatt said it was alright for her to resume her Omega duties. Katalin didn't mind at all, and even Kamilla didn't oppose it; all she did was nod at her and keep scrubbing the equipment.  

As Delphi worked on sweeping and mopping the floors, she couldn't help but hear the whispers around the room. 'One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five,' She heard Oliver count, 'One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five.' When she looked up, she could still hear him counting as he was cleaning the weights. With her sight, she could see that as he was counting, the numbers matched how he was cleaning them. As he put one in its place, he would stop before continuing to count again once starting to clean a new one. Was he Obsessive-compulsive? Why as he projecting that to her?

She could also hear Lain as she changed out the work out mats, 'Move these here, then check for dents and cracks in walls, and then make sure the springs and ropes in the equipment don't need to be replaced...'

Delphi's eyebrow rose as she turned to Katalin, 'The hunt began in a blink of an eye. Do I sit cold or join thy lords in never-ending chase? True afterlife? Was it merely a fleeting dream? A hunt of blind nothingness that casts mere illusions to blanket the eye? Dear Deity of sweet Death and Punishment, thy eternal suffering begins now, and is thou blame thy own?' What was she talking about? Was this from something she read? Why was she quoting out loud?

Kamilla's voice words joined in, '...Well, she's seems to have gotten her act together now. Less stressful at least.' Delphi stopped sweeping all together and stood straight up, looking between the four as the whispers continued to mix in silent mess. What the...?

"Is something wrong?" Katalin asked, most likely catching Delphi's scent of confusion. When she looked at Katalin, her eyes were slightly wide. The others' whispers quieted down to a dull in the background.

"Uh..." Delphi tightened her grip a little on the broom and wet the inner corner of her mouth, "Just, uh....w-why were you projecting a quote to me?"

Katalin started almost blankly at her, "...I didn't. Why did you think so?"

"...Never mind," Delphi shook her head started sweeping again, "Please...forget I asked." What the hell was going on? Though said she didn't—and she didn't smell like she was lying—she could still hear her and everyone else. More whispers entered her ears as Tuomas and eventually Jeremy came in to finish before anyone actually needed to use the gym. This encouraged her to quickly finish the jobs she was assigned to.

"Hm? Finished already, Mrs. Delaney?" Jeremy asked in surprise as Delphi gathered the mop, broom, and trash together, her movements shaky, rushed, and full of tension.

"Ah, yeah. Just—" She quickly caught the mop that was sliding from her grip, "—need to throw these out and put these away."

"Uh...alright," Jeremy looked at her with a puzzled face and scent.

"Going to be at the training session at two?" Katalin asked her as she finished her check on the treadmills.

"Y-yeah, sure," Delphi nodded a little too rapidly before turning to put the mop and broom in their proper spots. She knew she looked awkward and suspicious as all hell to them, but she had to get out of there! No one was projecting at her, but she could hear them! How?!

As she finally walked out the gym, she was about to let out a relieved sigh, but instead, she grabbed the side of her head and grunted. She could no longer hear Katalin, Lain, Oliver, Jeremy, Tuomas, or Kamilla, but she heard everyone else who were outside! What was normally quiet sounded like she was stuck in the city all over again, except it was nothing but the voices. She tried to ignore them, but every time she looked at or in the direction of someone, she could hear their whispers all too clearly. Delphi finally got to a large trash bin, her pace quick, but not enough to look like she was trying to run. As she put the lid down, she grabbed a hold onto the side of her head and shut her eyes. The whispers, though not loud, were droning into her head and starting to give her a headache.

'It hurts!'

'What a weak Delta whelp!'

Delphi reopened her eyes in hearing those words among the shroud of murmurs. The whispers seemed to die down as she focused on those voices. 'Probably can take her position when I get older.'

'Ow! My ankle!' Delphi followed the general direction where those young words were coming from behind the flats and onto the grassy field.

"Hey!" Delphi and her wolf let out a growl at what she saw. Three pre-teen pups were surrounding another pup around the same age and beating on her!

"You call yourself a Delaney Delta? You can't even fight!" One of the males tormented.

"B-but it's three against one! That's not fair!" The young female whined.

"So?" The other male said, "Fights are never fair! You're too weak if you can't even take on Thetas like us!"

"Yeah! You wanted us to battle with you to train, and you can't even do that!" The female with the males said, "Your position is going to get taken away one day, you weakling!"

"I said stop!" Delphi yelled just as the female rose her foot.

They looked over at her, and two of them gulped and backed away from the Delta pup, but one actually had the gall to stand his ground, "Or what, Omega?"

Delphi's eyes narrowed as she started to approach them, the other two started to have scents of fear escape whiff into the air, "Did you not hear me, pup? Leave her alone. Now."

When Delphi got closer the other two ran off, leaving him solely by himself. He glanced over his shoulder, and fear finally rolled off him. Looking back at her, Delphi had her hands on her hips, "Get out of here."

His head ducked down a bit before he backed away from her, "...F...fine..." Delphi watched him run away as well. What was wrong with those pups? She had never seen wolf pups act like that outside of Oakens!

Looking down at the young pup, Delphi could see the bruises on her body. Tsking a bit, she bent down to her level, "Are you okay, sweetie?"

The Delta female looked up at her, then back down, "...I'll heal."

"Come on now. Are you really okay?" Delphi asked with genuine concern.

"....My ankle hurts," She said with a little bit more emotion than in the last sentence.

Delphi nodded, and looked down at the ankle. Touching it lightly, the pup hissed out loud. "Ooh...most likely a sprain. Where are your parents at?" Delphi asked her.

"...Inside the manor," She said replied in her low voice.

"Really? Isn't someone supposed to watch you guys?" Delphi looked at her surprised and in a bit of disbelief.

The girl looked up at her with hazel eyes, "That's normal."

Delphi couldn't believe it. Letting pups roam around unwatched was normal? Then again...Delphi hadn't even so much as heard or even see the pups of Delaney laugh or play; they must be enrolled into the militant style early and forced to develop serious attitudes... "...Come on. It's gonna swell in a minute. We better get ice on that," Delphi offered her hand to her.

"I'll be fine!" The pup looked away, refusing to take it.

She started to try to get up on her own, but let out a sharp yelp when she moved her injured foot. Delphi quickly caught her before she fell back onto the grass, and she could feel the pup trembling and she heard a whisper coming from her, 'Delaney wolves don't cry...crying is showing weakness, and I won't show it to Mrs. Delaney.....D-Delaney wolves don't cry...'

Delphi's heart sank as she heard her, the pup's whisper repeated over and over again.

"...Come on," Delphi turned over to put her on her back.

"W-what?" The pup looked up at her reluctantly, "I said I'll be—"

"You don't have to lie to me, okay? If you need help or are in pain, don't be afraid to say it," Delphi interrupted her. As their eyes locked for that brief moment, the pup looked down, and after a moment...nodded. Delphi gave her a comforting smile as she lifted her up onto her back.

"...Can we...not go into the manor...I don't want the other Delta pups to see me like this..." She whispered in Delphi's ear.

"...Alright," Delphi nodded as she started back, "What's your name, by the way?"

"....Tanja...Mrs. Delaney," Tanja replied.

"You can call me Delphi...it kinda makes me feel old when you say Mrs.," Delphi looked over her shoulder at her. Tanja's eyes widen a bit before putting her chin against Delphi's back.

"Delphi..." Tanja tried out her name.

"Uh-hm," Delphi nodded, "How old are you, Tanja?"

"...11...12 in spring," Tanja replied softly.

"Huh. 13 years my junior," Delphi looked up at the sky. Tanja said nothing to her before finally relaxing enough to lay her head on Delphi's back.

"Thank you....Delphi," She whispered to her.

"You're welcome," A small smile played across Delphi's face as she looked back down and headed back toward the flats.

She stopped for a moment as she saw Jeremy staring in their direction. As she came closer, he projected, 'You...you decided to help her?'

'Why not?' Delphi asked him with an eyebrow raised.

He put his hands up defensively, 'I-I didn't mean anything like that. Just, ah...just others don't normally do so.'

Delphi looked at him in disbelief, 'She's a young pup! Why wouldn't they?'

'...Look around, Mrs. Delaney,' Jeremy shrugged sadly, 'This is the pack. Though...Alpha Wyatt is doing far better than how the last Alpha was. From what my parents told me growing up, they said that, uh, training was a requirement for every wolf...even pups that were older enough. I think the age was 9 or 10.'

Delphi let out a gasp of sheer shock and disgust, 'Was...was the last Alpha trying to...to make child soldiers out of them...?!'

'Um...could we go over to the flat?' Jeremy asked, 'It's kind of a controversial...and sensitive topic especially for the older wolves that were alive then.'

'Oh...Okay,' Delphi nodded and accompanied him back to the flat.

There, it was just her, Jeremy, and Tanja.

"Where's everyone else?" Delphi asked aloud before going to the kitchen, grabbing a zip-lock bag, and filling it with ice.

She went over to Tanja, who sat quietly on the couch with her foot propped up on a pillow on the coffee table.

"Here you go, sweetie," She put it lightly against her ankle and foot, causing Tanja to wince slightly, but relax after and gave Delphi a grateful nod.

Jeremy sat across from them, "More than likely checking inventory, or something."

Delphi nodded as she paid attention to the bruise that now formed on Tanja's foot.

'She probably will be fully healed in an hour or two. She'll be fine,' Jeremy projected.

'...I know,' Delphi replied. She could already see the bruises on her face, arms, and body healing and fading.

'Just that, in my birth pack, it would literally take pups all day to heal from the scratches, cuts, bumps, and bruises like this. A sprain like this would take more than just a day,' Delphi added in.

Jeremy was silent as he watched the two.

'....Yes,' Jeremy projected at her.

'Huh?' Delphi looked up at him.

'To answer your question a little while ago, yes. The last Alpha was making child soldiers out of them,' Jeremy replied sadly.

Delphi sat up and looked at him, 'Why?'

'You...you know about the Delaney history right? About how violent, war hungry, blood knights we are—were,' Jeremy corrected himself.

Delphi nodded.

'Well...when the Alpha before the last Alpha placed part of the pack here, we had—in the Alpha's father's eyes—become weak, soft, easy meat for other packs. In Eur...Asia, even the pups knew how to fight, how to take down enemies—or victims—on their own, or at least with a handful of other pups. Here, the pups never learned how to fight, so when the Alpha's father arrived here, he had them toughened up; he made training and fighting a requirement. Otherwise...weak wolves, weaker than Thetas here, would either be expelled out the pack...or killed outright,' Jeremy's ears, had he been in his wolf form, would have drooped.

Delphi knew for sure that her wolf's were. Wyatt's father...sounded like a scarier, more dangerous version of the Stenpryde pack. If anything, that was an understatement.

'...Jeremy?' Delphi got him to look up at her.

He behaved so unlike everyone else, she couldn't keep from asking, '...When...when you were sweeping and mopping the floors in the manor earlier...what were you talking about?'

A deeper sadness filled his eyes and scent and even Tanja sniffed and looked at him, troubled.

"Wanna, uh...talk about...that... in the kitchen?" Jeremy asked, getting up.




Omega Pride Ch. 08



Delphi followed him in soon after.

He leaned against a wall further away from her and took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out, '...You know how...the flats are separated by Thetas and Omegas, singles and mated wolves?'

'Yeah?' Delphi nodded after thinking about it, leaning against the arc of the kitchen entrance.

'Well...M-my parents are in one of the Omega mated wolves flats, and uh....my...my-my father...was...born from a different pack,' Jeremy told her.

Delphi's eyes switched to that of confusion. Was...was that it? She didn't see why he was so sadden over that. Heck, she even thought that was good thing! But...it wasn't over.

'He...he was...'

Jeremy took in another breath,

'My father...was—is responsible for the death of the last Alpha...'

Delphi couldn't hold back the gasp that past her lips, her hands arrived too late to stop them, but remained there as if they had.

'You know...the war between a Montana pack by the name of Wridann and the Delaney pack during the humans' Civil War? Yeah, my...my father belonged to that pack. He was a Beta to the Alpha there,' Jeremy looked out kitchen window, almost as if he was trying to escape, 'That pack's Alpha had assigned my father and three others to poison, weaken, and kill the former Alpha. Wridann saw him and the Delaney pack as an unjust threat, and didn't know if we were ever going to strike out against them or not; we didn't have any peace agreements with any of the other packs during that time. So...while Alpha Wridann and his pack assembled a decoy attack in front...my father and the three others took advantage of the lack of attention and attacked the former Alpha. But of course...he was the Alpha of this pack, and easily killed the other three...but not without injury and being poisoned. My father took advantage of those facts and well...nearly killed him.'

'Nearly?' Delphi asked.

'...My mother. She-she had been told by Beta Keric to go inform the Alpha that the Wridann were retreating. My father told me he was standing right above him, ready to strike the final blow. When she walked in that room...he hesitated. Course she also pushed him back to protect the Alpha,' He then touched his chest, just under his rib cage, 'My father still has the scar the former Alpha inflicted. Course, my uh, my father fled, but not without the Alpha's and his blood dripping from his chest and hands.'

Jeremy looked back at Delphi, 'He hadn't...exactly succeeded in killing the Alpha, but because of the Alpha's injuries, combined with the silver oxide used in the poison, he died. Um...when he returned to the Wridann pack, they found out that he had hesitated over a Delaney female, and they believed it cost them the other three lives. One of the three lives killed was the Wridann Alpha's son. But, to them, he was still a hero that helped fell the Alpha. So instead they kicked him out, chased him away, and made him rogue.

He was stuck on the borderlines of the states. My father couldn't return to Wridann, and it was suicide to try to go to my mother, especially since the former Alpha's mate—and the entire pack—was sure to be out for his blood if he had so much as stepped foot in Wyoming. He...he had to fight the mating pulls for...ah...almost 80 years, but as fate would have it, he ran into my mother somewhere in the Teton Forest—up North, you know—and after 80 years, they finally mated.

My father told me he really had no intention of going back to Delaney, but...my mother, being loyal as she was, had to go back.' Jeremy looked down at the floor, 'They were, well, my father fully expected to be killed on sight when they arrived at the compound, but...no one attacked. The older wolves wanted to snap his neck off, but were held back by Alpha Wyatt. Madam Alpha Adeline, had become...well...Madam Alpha during those decades. When they went to go see him...instead of...doing what he could...and probably should have done...he spared my father.'

Taking in a deep breath, he continued, 'To this day, my father remembers his exact words...and tries his best to make sure I don't forget them either. If I'm right, he had said, 'Wridann rogue, I have every right to kill you. You killed my father, pushed my mother to her death, and everyone from the Betas to Omegas hate you, and want you dead. But, be glad. I never saw exactly the same way as my father, or my mother. You also have mated with Emma, an Omega of my pack. For that I'll spare your life, but know this: You and your pups will never be anything more than Omegas in this pack, and any descendant of yours can never challenge to be any possession higher than what they're born into.''

'...So you are technically a Beta ranked wolf?' Delphi asked.

'Oh no, no,' He shook his head, 'My father honestly got lucky when facing the former Alpha. As for me, I'm pleased where I'm at in the hierarchy. Either that or my father would be dead, my mother would have been put down, and I would never had existed.' A small, yet sad smile played on his face, 'I have the upmost respect and gratitude toward Alpha Wyatt. Even though...it's just cleaning the manor floor and the blood stains from that time are long gone, I feel it's my duty to make sure they are clean. It's the least I can do.'

They didn't project anything else to each other, and Delphi heard the whispers of Tanja's curiosity, but she also heard the whispers of Jeremy's burden.

"...I'm sorry," Delphi spoke out loud to him, "I'm so sorry."

That sad smile grew on his face, "Don't be, Mrs. Delaney. It couldn't have happened any other way." He then sat up from against the wall, "I'm happy...that a wolf like you is the Alpha's mate."

"Now that's a first," She said with a slight chuckle, "Everyone else seems to think I'm a hindrance."

Jeremy shrugged, "That's just because they don't know how to handle it. The Deities set everything up as it is for a reason."

"...Everyone here really believes in those Deities huh?" Delphi asked him sincerely.

"Yes," Jeremy nodded without hesitation.

Delphi thought on it for a before she went back over to Tanja and she looked up at her before looking back down, twiddling with her fingers.

"I'm going to go now, okay?" Delphi told her.

"Okay," Tanja nodded.

"Are you going to be alright here until you've healed up?"

Tanja replied with more nods, "Thanks again....Delphi."

Delphi smiled at her before looking back at Jeremy, "...See you."

He replied with a wave of his own before she turned and headed toward the door. Wyatt wasn't lying when he said he wasn't entirely like his father. Her heart started to sink when she realized what he meant by his words of taking being like him was either an insult or a compliment. She regretted saying that to him. He had said he had similarities, but from what Jeremy told her...he was almost nothing like that monster. In new understanding, Delphi opened the flat door, and unfortunately was greeted by a tidal wave of whispers.

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"Focus!" Katalin's words caught Delphi off guard, causing her claws to do a little more than leave a nick on her chest, making Delphi hiss in pain. "That marks the 15th death by me today, Delphi," Katalin reverted back to her human form in front of her, "You are far more distracted than even your first day of training."

"I know..." Delphi panted. She really couldn't help it at all; ever since she left the flat a few hours ago, the whispers of others were starting to become individual monologues that clashed together in her ears. Even now, in the gym with only her, Katalin, Conroy, a few Deltas, and a couple of Thetas, if sounded like they were all talking at once without any purpose! What was happening? What was happening to her?

"...phi? Delphi!" Katalin snapped her fingers in front of her face, snapping her of her daze. "Did you hear me?" Katalin asked.

Delphi shook her head honestly, making Katalin sigh, "I said we'll continue at a later time. When you are truly ready, let me know."

Delphi nodded almost absent mindedly as Katalin turned and left the ring to put her clothes back on. Even when she focused on Katalin, the voices didn't entirely die out like earlier.

'She's wasting her time.'

'If I were in that Omega's position, I'd just drop training her.'

'15 deaths? That's just sad.'

'Needs to get her act together for Wyatt's sake.'

'I pray she never even thinks about trying to becoming Madam Alpha.'

'Fuckin' weak as hell.'

Delphi couldn't help but look in the directions of each voice. Inside her, her wolf was growling again. Why the hell were they all so focused on what was going on over here?! Delphi quickly got up. She had to find a place for some peace and quiet soon before her headache gets to be too much, but where the hell would that be? ...The suite!

She rushed out the ring and put on her cloths before heading toward the closest exit. Taking in a breath, she opened the door, the voices just as loud, if not more so. Her previously rushed walking seemed like a turtle's pace as she moved.

'Gotta train hard so mom and dad will be proud of me.'

'I should go on a run today. It's hell in the house.'

'Shit! Left the book on counter. Better not be wet....'

The previous whispers were all condensed into loud noises as she moved by.

'Why do I have to wash the sheets? Don't Omegas do that?'

'Damn! Damn! Damn! He's going to be so angry at me...'

Her headache was getting worse as she grabbed the sides her head. Hurry! She was starting to move into a run, the manor getting closer, but she felt as if she was waist deep in the voices—the thoughts!—of others! Her balance was starting to slip more than a little as she nearly tripped. It showed.

'What the hell's wrong with her now?'

'How unorthodox.'

'She's humiliating us.'

The manor was right there!

Just a little more...

She was more than a little jumpy when she accidently ran into a female. A Beta female.

"Watch where you're going, Omega," The female grumbled at her.

"S-s-sorr—" Delphi tried to mumble apologetically, but the voices were almost screaming at her, finally turning the headache into a splitting one. Stop!! Stop it!!

'Doesn't she know how to show any respect?'

'She can't even apologize for running into Miss Beatrix?'

Delphi through one closed eye could see two other females behind her. Her only unclouded sense of smell told her it was a Delta...and Sonja? She let out a grunt as the next wave hit her.

'She's even more senseless than she was this morning.'

'Why doesn't she just move out my way?'

'How and why is she the Alpha's mate again?'

'Move already.'

'Move!'

'Stop starving for attention and leave already!'

'What the hell is up with her?'

'Get out of my way!'

"SHUT UP!!! LA FERME! ARRÊTE DE ME GEULER APRÈS!!! (SHUT UP! STOP YELLING AT ME!!!)" Delphi screamed loudly, breathing heavily. "JUST!!! JUST SHUT UP!!!!!!"

The voices seemed to pull back...before a chaotic, massive wave hit her ears, turning them beat red.

'Who the hell is she talking to?!'

'What the hell?'

'Is she demented?!'

'Oh...Miss Beatrix is going to hand her ass to her...'

Beatrix? As her ears kept sharpening their reddened color, the ice cold chill ran down her spine as she slowly looked up to the Beta, the leaded, burning spicy scent of anger rolled of her.

"How dare you, Omega?" Beatrix's voice and growl were low and threatening, almost silent, but the fury in her teal eyes radiated roared rampantly. Even with her attention focused on Beatrix—who else could she really focus one right now?—she could hear everyone's thoughts, the overwhelming feeling of it all crowded her in a mental barrier, caging.....c-c-caging.... Fear enveloped her entire scent.

'W....W..Wy—' Delphi felt as if her feeble attempt to reach Wyatt couldn't get her out of this mental cage she was barred in. As she started to back away, she quivered in each step, her neck stiff even when she tried to will herself to show submission the stronger female. Beatrix growled at her menacingly, Delphi's already stiff neck turned to granite from fear.

"I-I-I-I—" Delphi's dipping, fear filled voice peeped.

"I tried. I really tried to ignore you. To accept that ridiculous 'fact' that you are our Alpha's...mate," Beatrix spat out the word, "I really tried to not let you get under my skin for taking who is mine, who I worked my hardest to please. But you just love to push my buttons, don't you, you Omega bitch?!"

"I'm..I...I didn't mean—" Delphi started.

"Shut the fuck up," Beatrix growled, her knitted eyebrows furrowed, "For someone who doesn't mind seducing the Alpha, you're much weaker when you are alone."

Deep inside Delphi's fear, a pool of anger lit in her wolf. Hearing Beatrix's words made her other self come through, Delphi's eyes glowing their inimitable colors. Delphi stopped moving back as she took on a challenging, angered...and dominant posture.

"That's none of damn business Beatrix," Delphi's voice came out accompanied by the sound of her growl, earning a doubled look and widened eyes by many, and from Beatrix, a slight twitch in her eye and upper lip quivered.

"I'm trying to say I'm sorry, and all you can think about is me getting out of your way, and talking to me about my mate. Not yours," Delphi said before the glow in her eyes started to fade.

"You unruly bitch!!" Beatrix's canines sharped, and in place of her nails, her claws sharped venomously as they darted out at Delphi, "You will learn your fucking place!!"

"And you will remember yours."

Delphi stared blankly, stunned as she saw the tip of Beatrix's claws in front on her face, held still. The voices had dulled down to a quiet whisper in the back of her mind. She...she had blacked out...For that split second. What happened? She looked at Beatrix's claws, her daze still in effect as she slowly glanced over at who had caught her by the wrist.

...Wyatt?

No...

Keric.

The daze was starting to subside as she realized what was going on, causing her to sway back a bit but catch herself. Her eyes widened as she looked at Keric. When...when did he get here?

"She has to be taught a lesson, Keric," Beatrix's growl disappeared in her low voice as she looked up at the large, towering male.

"And you insist on doing so out of jealousy? An emotion that brings great shame to Delaney?" Compared to Beatrix's voice, Keric's, despite his power, was extremely—almost frighteningly—serene.

Beatrix winced at his words, "But—"

"I am well aware of Wyatt's and your past history. But it is the past," Keric told her, "Has he once spared you such a glance since?"

"No..."Beatrix's words started to relax.

"And do you doubt the judgment of the Deity of Fate and Bonds herself?" Keric asked.

"No," Beatrix looked away, leaving his gaze and let the top of her dirty blonde head be at the mercy of it.

"And did you, yourself, ever at all feel a pull toward him?" Beatrix flinched at those words before she started to open her mouth.

"Did your wolf ever at all feel a pull toward him, Beatrix?" Keric asked once again.

"...No," Beatrix answered, her voice losing the last of its energy.

"Put away your claws, Beatrix," Keric told her quietly.

Hesitantly at first, her claws slowly retracted and turned back into regular nails. Once she did, Keric gently released her wrist without so much a bruise on it.

Beatrix looked at Delphi, a slight glare in her eye before darting a glance at Keric, "I refuse to accept her as Madam Alpha, Keric. None of us accept her—"

"She is not Madam. My sister is," Keric cut her off with his eerily peaceful voice, his gaze still on her, "If you believe you would make a better Madam Alpha, challenge Adeline yourself."

Beatrix winced once more at his words. Finding nothing to go against him, she quickly passed them and went inside the manor, closely followed by the Delta; Sonja didn't follow and left for a flat. Keric looked over at the watching wolves, and without a second glance, they quickly went back to work.

Delphi stared at the Beta male in bewilderment. He really could be Alpha if he wanted to, couldn't he? She didn't know if he was stronger than Wyatt, but it seemed to stem from his experience and the respect he had from the rest of the wolves. As Keric turned to leave Delphi spoke up, "W..why did you help me?"

He stopped and turned to look over at her. "For several reasons, Miss Delphi," Keric spoke fluidly, "For one, you are Wyatt's mate, no matter how strong or how weak you are. Another reason would be that you were in apparent pain before your outburst. She was too blind with jealousy and annoyance to see that."

Delphi looked down as he continued up the steps, "...Thank you."

Keric looked at her once more before sparing a small smile, "You are welcome, Miss Delphi." As Keric touched the knob he added in quietly, "I've looked after Wyatt for a long time, since the day he was born, and he has displayed more care and emotion for you than he has for anyone else here, including his own parents. Including Adeline and myself. I would protect you with my life if that meant he wouldn't end up like his ancestors, like his father and grandfather."

Delphi stared after him as he walked inside, standing silently against the steps herself. Her mind was in a mess and didn't know what to focus on. In one area, she worried about what Beatrix would do if she ran into her again. In another, she wondered why she could hear everyone's thoughts, and why it quieted when Keric was near. Another little saddened thought wondered why Wyatt couldn't hear her. She had—well—she tried to reach him. The last mess was that despite being afraid of Beatrix, she blacked out and came to with her claws in her face. Why had that happened? Something like that hadn't happened since the old packs...

The quieted whispers started to rise in volume once more. Not again! Delphi looked about her before moving up the stairs. To the suite....to the sui...Wait a moment. What if she heard them up there? No! But...if the voices quieted down with Keric....

'W....Wyatt?' Delphi tried their mental link, 'Wyatt where are you?'

It was quiet as if she was talking to no one. Why was that happening?! Worry started to try and reenter as did the volume of the voices so she quickly sniffed for him, the voices getting louder with each step. She found his smell in his study and wanted to smack herself for not knowing any better. Without even so much a knock, she entered the room and closed the door behind her.

Silence.

Dear sweet silence.

Delphi never thought she'd see the day where she welcomed it so openly. She let out a sigh of relief as she put her head against the door.

"Delphi?" Wyatt's voice made her turn around, seeing him sitting behind his currently book buried desk.

She honestly didn't know whether to be upset that he hadn't heard her or relieved that with him near, she couldn't hear anyone.

She decided to go for somewhere in the middle.

"Wyatt, why didn't you hear me?" Delphi asked passively as she started to go toward him, "I tried to call for you just now, but you didn't hear me. Why?"




Omega Pride Ch. 08



Wyatt said nothing as his eyebrows knitted slightly and a subtle scent of confusion played out from him. He then closed his eyes and Delphi felt as if something inside her mind creaked open from being shut off entirely. When...when had that come into effect?

'Is that better?' Wyatt asked her through their newly reopened link.

'Yeah. Why'd you do that in the first place?' Delphi inquired.

'Hadn't realized I shut it off entirely this morning,' He told her after opening his eyes and flipping through another page, 'What was it that you needed?'

Delphi was about to say what plagued her, but she thought on it. Surely it couldn't have just been him closing their bond. He had even told her that he could still hear and feel her when she tried to shut him out from her side. Was there some other force behind it?

But....

What if Wyatt had their link wide open? Would he have heard what she did? Wouldn't it have driven him crazy as well? With his rage level spiked...that could be a very bad thing if it was him instead of her that snapped. "....It's probably for the best that you didn't hear me," Delphi whispered out loud before starting to walk towards him, "...Though Wyatt, have you ever...heard others thoughts inside your head?"

Wyatt looked at her and shook his head after a moment, "Not unless they projected the thought at me. Is that what you needed me for?" She was that obvious? "It's alright now," Delphi said, giving him a truth, "It's nothing to worry about." Wyatt looked at her almost disbelievingly as she walked over to him.

"What are you working on?" Delphi tried to shift the conversation away.

With one last suspicious glance, he fed into her want, "The μιγάς. It's why I had closed our link."

Delphi felt her heart sink a bit, but she bit back her fear, "W...What have you found out?"

"Barely anything past what I already knew," He showed her what he found, "Other than that I'm still in the dark."

Delphi looked it over carefully from the side of him. Her eye stopped at Wolf hunts. "Wolf hunts? As in Werewolf hunts? These were in the 1300's?" She looked at him. Wyatt nodded. "Why is it that out of everything you found, these are the only things that haven't been found in documented human history?" Delphi asked.

Wyatt's eyes narrowed a bit, "What do you mean? Humans don't even know we exist let alone the μιγάς."

"I know, but..." Delphi then pointed at the entries on the Roman Empire and Alexander before pointing at other witch hunt entries, "Humans at least know about them in our present time. When I was on my own, I went to the local libraries when I had days off. In the history books I read, we were normally associated with witches, and it says the earliest witch hunts where in 1428, almost a century off these hunts."

"So you're saying that because this one lay outside of recorded human history that it might have higher importance?" Wyatt questioned.

"It's been singled out and wasn't written at all, so maybe," Delphi told him, "Do you know if there were any supposed wolf hunts before then?"

Wyatt thought about it, "Not that I know of."

Delphi bit her lip and looked back down at the Wolf Hunt pages. Her eyes widened after a while, "Wait a minute. The Roman Empire was still around during the 1300's right? And then it fell 25 years after the 1428 witch hunts....Do you have any list of packs that were around then?"

Wyatt got up and went over to one of the bookshelves, searched it for a bit before taking out a leather bound, yet well-conditioned book, "Every pack from the 9th century down."

As he handed it to Delphi and back sat down, she started looking through the pages, pacing back and forth around the room. After several minutes she stopped and went back to him quickly and brought the book down in front of him. "Here," She pointed at two wolf packs, "Look at their dates."

Wyatt followed her finger and sat up. Aegel Pack: 428 B.C-1379. Erhard Pack: 932 B.C-1447.

"These packs are decimated during that period. Aegel being in Rome and Erhard in Germany," Wyatt told her.

Delphi nodded.

"Delphi, packs getting entirely destroyed are rare, even with my pack who slaughtered many, there was always something left."

Delphi's look in her eyes switched to that of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It's one of the reasons why this pack even knew yours was destroyed, it's that rare. And even still then, here you are. But these two packs... Normally when another pack is being taken over, like the Stenpryde Pack, the Alphas are killed, and the new Alphas change the name over, but there are still former Stenpryde members inside the pack, like these packs," He points to two other packs that merged to become one pack, "On a smaller scale, this happens with those who mate with wolves from other packs, and that happens all the time. But with these packs, there wasn't even a lone wolf left that joined another pack."

Delphi took in his words seriously before she looked back down to read the rest there was about the Aegel and Erhard packs, "...Wyatt, unlike my pack, it says here that during the time witch hunts, those that were killed who were wolves were all female; it's as if there were no male wolves as all."

Wyatt opened up another book and flipped through the pages, "That's because there were no males. The reason that the hunts even started was because there were attacks on humans and many humans swore that they saw the females shift to wolves at night."

Wyatt looked over at her, "Delphi, there is only two reasons to why wolves have or ever will attack a human. One is because we are angry at them, but that normally comes from a need for revenge. The other reason, however, is because a wolf goes berserk and has no control over themselves; they are just far too violent to everyone, even their own kind."

Delphi looked down and then looked back at him, "They lost their mates..."

Wyatt nodded at her answer.

"But did that mean that their mates were dead?" Delphi read through more of the book.

"Not necessarily. If their mates are missing or are in a coma for long lengths of time, this can happen as well."

Delphi froze in her spot, "...Someone went missing from my pack about two years before...that man killed them."

She turned and looked at Wyatt, "Her name was Cerise, but she was for one a female, and two, unmated." The room fell to silence, but the flipping of book pages consisted.

When the first book closed, Wyatt spoke up, "Even though there are obvious differences, their packs were very much similar to yours. All three decimated, all three had people missing, and all three have something to do with the μιγάς."

"Wyatt what are μιγάς exactly?" Delphi asked.

"They're an abominable species. I don't know how they came around to be, but they are a strange mix between a wolf and a human," Wyatt responded, putting his hands against his chest.

"Doesn't that just make them wolves then?" Delphi finally closed and put down the book she held.

"No," Wyatt glanced over at her, "Normally when a human and a wolf are together, they are mated and their offspring will always come out to be wolves as well since the wolf gene is dominantly hereditary, meaning that is virtually impossible for the young of a wolf to be human or anything in between. Or so it seemed. Μιγάς are freaks of nature and carry that in-between gene. I have no idea how it is possible other than that maybe, just maybe the human gene was strong enough to match...or the wolf gene was too weak."

The room fell to silence again before Wyatt got up and grabbed Delphi's hands, "I have to ask as this might be relevant to all this. To why some areas of your memory are blank."

She gazed up in his eyes before he continued, "Have you spoken to your wolf and has she told you anything on why you've blacked out?"

"I've spoken to her," Delphi sighed, "But she won't tell me anything. I don't know if she honestly doesn't know or...or if she can't tell me. It's so strange, Wyatt. We're a part of each other, but it is as if there is a horrible dissonance between us, a gaping hole I feel, but I can't see or fill it."

"I see," Wyatt told her as he rose his hand onto her cheek, "Delphi, those packs hold similar traits to your own, but the largest complications is that the evidence for those packs are more than 560 years old and are then likely gone, and we can't just go back to that man's body and scout around. However...there's your pack."

Delphi searched his eyes in slight disbelief and sorrow, "...You're saying...we should go back there?"

"The evidence we might find there is only 14 years old," Wyatt told her, "It can help us find out why that man was trying to kill you, and why he killed your pack." Delphi looked down. Her heart felt like it was being torn from her chest. She didn't want to go back there. It was because she loved them that she didn't want to go back.

Yet...

She knew she needed the truth, as much as she hated it. Taking in a deep breath, Delphi looked up at him again, "Alright. We can go up there."

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Thanks for reading~! It might be a while before chapter 9 is out, but I should have it done either the during or the week after spring break.



Omega Pride Ch. 09



The 9th Installment of Omega Pride!

A few warnings. This chapter is extremely graphic compared to the previous ones, and some people may find the content disturbing and disagreeable to say in the least. Second, French has returned BIG TIME in this chapter. I have put up translations throughout the story, so I hope this helps a lot. Third warning (more like an apology) for my Murder, Arson, and Jaywalking streak, I apologize for any whiplash you may and probably will receive through this chapter.

You all have been fairly warned.

Thank you my Editor MythOFreak and my French Editor L.L

As always comments and feedback are always desirable. Thanks for your time.

Now without further ado, enjoy!



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Delphinia.

Delphi.

Do not return.

Do not return!

Delphinia don't go!

Delphi, do not go.

Delphi!

Delphinia!

Don't return!

Do not return!

Delphi, do not return!

"Are you alright Delphi?" Wyatt asked next to her in the back seat of the dark grey Chevrolet Tahoe LS. 

Delphi popped out of her daze. She could have sworn she heard someone, a female's voice, calling to her just now. Was there? She gave a glance around her, seeing Emmanuel driving. That's right. A few days ago, they'd decided that they had to go back to the Méraudin Pack lands. They were heading to Jackson Hole Airport now, and flying to the human village of Kuujjuaq since there was a landing strip there. It was the closest human area to the old pack lands. There was a little worry over the fact that another pack might have claimed the lands, but much to Delphi's relief, when they checked up on updated packs, there hadn't been; they had respected the deceased pack. At the most, there seemed to be a decrease by a few miles, but even that was nothing to be concerned about. 

"Delphi?" Wyatt caught her attention once again. 

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," Delphi nodded and laid her head against his shoulder. 

She was. She really was. Throughout the recent days, she had felt sorrow and anxiety on returning, but she knew this was something that had to be done. If she truly was to leave behind the past with proper closure, she had to return. As well, her pack was the only pack in the Americas to be attacked by μιγάς, and they might find answers if they go there. They couldn't know for sure until they tried. 

Though she was all right, she couldn't shake another feeling that grew as her anxiety died down. She came to realize that being around strong wolves like Keric, Adeline, or even Florideen could dull down the voices and thoughts that the others plagued her mind with; anyone weaker would barely put a dent in it. She did, however, manage to defeat Kamilla three times and Katalin once while training before gaining too much of a headache from their thoughts (fortunately at the time, it was only them in the gym with her). 

Wyatt, on the other hand, could block the voices out entirely when she was around him. When she had finally decided to join him at dinner with the Deltas and Betas, it was quiet, both mentally and out loud. Though she could tell that some of them had an air of, for lack of a nicer word, displeasure about her being there, many had just ignored it and kept on. Even Beatrix hid her discontent well...despite that, her scent still reeked of it. Why could she hear other wolves' thoughts? Was she reading their minds, and if so, how? She took in a deep breath of his scent and let it out, trying to dissipate the new feeling. She would get to the bottom of this too.

"We're here," Wyatt told Delphi, causing her to sit up and look outside. 

Her eyes widened. Jackson Hole Airport had so much...so much...open space. Sure, she had lived in different large cities, but she had never bothered to live near an airport; the noise would kill her eardrums on beat one. Still, she knew that airports in the city were more crowded than this. 

Taking Wyatt's hand as she got out of the SUV, she was about to grab her bag but Wyatt had beaten her to it, grabbing both his own and hers. She gave him a yielding smile before they both looked at Emmanuel. 

"Expect us back in 4 days," Wyatt told him as he shifted both large duffle bags to his left hand. "Be back here by then." 

"Yes sir." Emmanuel put two fingers to his forehead and waved them off before driving away. 

"Why is it going to be just us?" Delphi asked as she followed Wyatt inside. "I understand that we don't need an expedition, but why not at least one more with us?" 

"The Betas on both Adeline's and my side will be busy while we're gone. Conroy's going to be training the Deltas for the week in my stead, Marco's updating the security system, Keric is standing in for me, and Emmanuel, though he's the best tracker I have, is checking up on compound maintenance. As well," he looked down at her, "anyone else would be company." Delphi looked up at him before smiling. 

As they made their way to the front counter, Delphi recognized the woman there. A Theta from Delaney? .....That's right. Thetas can get jobs outside the pack since they would appear the most "normal" to humans, and could get all kinds of jobs. The woman's nostrils flared slightly as she looking over at them, bowing her head to them as they approached. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Delaney," she greeted them as a normal human would, "your private flight is waiting for you." She handed them their e-tickets. "Gate 6 is yours." 

Wyatt nodded to her before starting to head that way. 

"Thank you...Astrid," Delphi tried to remember her name, but the she-wolf didn't look at all amused as she pointed to her name tag: Astrid G. Delaney. 

Delaney held back a blush of embarrassment as she caught up to Wyatt. He had stopped and waited for her. 

'Something happen?' he asked mentally, seeing her slight blush breach her face. 

'Just...didn't use common sense,' Delphi projected back, causing him to raise an eyebrow. 'A-anyhow, which way is it?' she asked, starting to move forward. 

Shaking his head, he led her in the right direction, 'This one.' 

There wasn't that many people at the airport, and Delphi knew that even at 4:30 in the morning, people would be on the go...but then again, that was in the city too. As they approached the plane, Delphi felt herself stiffen a bit, but took a quick breath and walked in. Wow! So this is what a plane looked like on the inside—well—at least a personal one? It definitely looked like Wyatt's taste and fortunately, it wasn't that painful icy white, but the crème and maroon colored theme. Wyatt put their bags into an under-the-seat compartment before going to sit in his own seat and watch Delphi. She was sitting in the chair opposite from him and kept sniffing the air around them before looking at him. 

"What?" She could see amusement in his emerald eyes. 

"Never flown before?" Wyatt asked knowingly. 

Delphi shook her head, "Honestly, I had told myself I would never so much as set foot on these noisy things when I was younger, no matter how fast they were or even if I could afford it." 

"Yet you had decided you wanted to make your way to Hawaii, the Philippines, Madagascar, or any other island country you could get to?" Wyatt pointed out, the corners of his lips twitched. 

"I-I never said I minded boats and ferries," Delphi blushed out of embarrassment for the second time that day. 

She was about to say something else, but a flashing light signaling them to buckle up went on. 

"Ready?" Wyatt asked her. 

"As I'll ever be," Delphi nodded.

Truth be told, it wasn't nearly as noisy and uncomfortable of a flight as she thought it was going to be. Sure, the take-off was....was something, but the aerial view made up for it.

~/~/~/~

Wyatt watched Delphi's look of wonder throughout the flight. At first, she just kept looking about the plane, but finally settled on looking out the window. As he did too, he had the same emotion of wonder, but for a different reason. She had really travelled this far? By herself after all these years? 

"You don't nearly give yourself as much credit as your worth," he told her, getting her attention. 

"Hm? What do you mean by that?" She turned and sat down. 

"Exactly what I said." He tapped on the window. "Even though you're getting stronger, you refuse to challenge at all for a higher position and you choose to remain an Omega. And seeing how far you travelled, from here to Wyoming, you shouldn't even feel any sense of worth-doubt." 

"I never thought of it like that. I would have never made it without the help I've received from both wolves and humans alike." Delphi sighed on the subject, "And I just don't feel I'm ready to challenge yet, even though my wolf says I should." 

"Then why don't you listen to her?" Wyatt asked.

"Because..." Her voice fell off after as she bit her inner lip. 

Wyatt let out a silent sigh. This wasn't the first, second, or third time that she had ignored her wolf. Something told him that perhaps a reason for her blackouts might have something to do with the fact that she barely listens to her wolf. He and his wolf don't always get along, but they never ignore each other, and one is never left out on information that the other knew. But he could only keep guessing until she told him everything and didn't leave him out. She said she trusted him, and she didn't smell like she was lying when she said it, but she still had yet to let him in. This was another reason why he both wanted and needed it to be just them while they were up here: to figure out why.

The vast wilderness seemed to stretch on for eternity without even the slightest sign of civilization until at last a small, snow covered town appeared. 

"There it is," Delphi looked over at him, a twinge of anxiousness in her voice and scent. 

"Do you believe the locals would be too concerned with where we're going?" Wyatt asked just as the light lit up for them to take their seats and buckle up. 

"Well, we wouldn't be the first people to camp all the way out here. If I remember right, they get a lot of cargo planes going through here. Just not so many jets, so I guess they'd be curious," Delphi told him as she put her seat belt on. 

Their descent went smoothly as they landed. Grabbing their bags, Wyatt turned to get out. 

"Wait," Delphi stopped him. 

"Hm?" He looked over at her, seeing her zip up a hefty navy blue parka all the way to her neck. 

"You're going to have to put on yours," she told him, handing him his large black one. 

"Why?" Wyatt looked at her blankly. 

She looked almost taken aback before explaining, "It's going to be at least 19 below...or 4 below, depending on Fahrenheit or Celsius. Don't you know how humans would react to seeing you just in a gray shirt?" 

"They panic then too?" Wyatt asked. 

To be honest, Wyatt rarely went around humans and only knew the bare basics around them. Sure, there was Jackson, South Park, along with a few other human places within his territory, and he did have financial businesses and necessities with them. But even then, they were either wolf-owned or he had connections with wolves in those businesses. He, Keric, and a female beta named Elise kept tabs through them, but he didn't see a need to associate directly with humans. They were more trouble than they were worth. 

Letting out a slight sigh at the bother, he put on the parka, making sure to zip it all the way closed. Delphi nodded with a small smile as they then proceeded outside. The frozen arctic air felt like a simple spring breeze against their faces. Sure enough, the humans here were curious about them, but not as much as Wyatt thought. Delphi handled talking to them, speaking between English and the Inuit language Inuktitut, although it was slightly rocky and she had to speak slowly. It was strange though...why wasn't she speaking French at all to them?

Delphi turned to him, "They know we're going down past the Caniapiscau River, and I told them we won't need a guide—"

"Attendez! (Wait!)" A relatively short, stout Inuit woman made Delphi look back and turn around at her. The woman walked right up to her, studying Delphi's face almost intently before her eyes widened, the whites in her eyes nearly matching the grays in her hair, "Vous. Vous êtes un des petits de cette famille de nomades? (You. You are one of the little ones from that nomad family?)" 

Delphi let out a light gasp in recognition from her French words. Slowly she nodded, "Oui." 

A look of awe appeared on the woman's face as she reached up and touched the side of her face, "Vous avez tellement grandi. J'ai pas vu le couple qui vient normalement de votre famille ni aucun d'entre vous, d'ailleurs, depuis 14 ans. Puis vous voilà maintenant. Est-ce qu'ils vont bien? (You've grown. So much. I haven't seen the couple that normally comes up from your family or any of you for that matter in the past 14 years, but look. Here you are now. Are they alright?)"

A scent of sorrow washed over his mate's scent, but Delphi hid it easily from the human. "Oui. Mon mari et moi, on va leur rendre visite aujourd'hui. (My husband and I, we are going to visit them now.)"

"Vraiment? (Really?)" The woman's face beamed as she glanced over at Wyatt with her joyous smile before looking back at Delphi, "S'il vous plaît, dites-leur que leurs visites me manquent, et que même s'ils peuvent jamais revenir, dites-leur que Sylvia souhaiterais qu'ils le fassent. (Do please tell them that I miss their visits, and that even if they can never come again, tell them that Sylvia wishes they would.)"

"J'leur dirai. (I will tell them)," Delphi nodded.

With a smile, Sylvia grabbed her hand, "C'est vraiment bon de vous voir. Et pour ce que ça vaut , félicitations pour votre mariage. (It really is good to see you. And it may not mean much, but congratulations on your marriage.)" 

With a nod and small smile from Delphi, Sylvia turned and left, as did Delphi. 

"Who was that?" Wyatt asked as they started toward the direction of the old Méraudin pack lands.

"Sylvia...She was one of the people my pack let the pups visit," Delphi said lightly, adding in once they were out of earshot, "She doesn't know the others are long gone." 

"I see... Delphi, why was it that except for that woman, you didn't speak in French to everyone else? I thought they would because you fall back on it so much," Wyatt asked.

"Hm? Oh...that's because most of the native humans up here don't speak French, only the two I spoke to just now. I speak French because the Alpha's father's side came long ago from France along with most of the people who live in southern regions from here, and it became our dominant language. That and everything my pack had listened to and watched was in French so that never really changed over the years. Being around the Inuit humans especially during summer months and constantly trading everything with them, including clothes, bags, and books, allowed us to learn English and more than a few phrases and words in Inuktitut..." she seemed to stare blankly as she trailed off before she abruptly looked up at Wyatt. "It'll take us almost two days to make it to the old compound. Better go now to save time." 

Delphi's voice remained light, almost quiet as they headed southwest alongside the Koksoak River. The air between them became heavier with each silent step they took. When they were out of sight of the village, they finally spoke up. 

"It won't be for another six to seven hours from now, but our first cross over will be when we arrive at the Rapides Sarvakuluk—"

"Delphi," Wyatt interrupted her, getting her attention, "We need to talk."

She stopped walking and turned to him, "About what?"

"Your trust. Do you not trust me?"

"Huh?" Delphi blinked a few times. "What do you mean? Of course I—"

"Then why do you only tell the half-truth? You don't directly lie to me, but on several occasions you leave me out of what's bothering you. I've been patient. I've been waiting for when you'd be ready to tell me, but you continue to refuse to."

Delphi's eyes roved as she thought on it quickly, "I have my reasons not to say anything if I feel bothered."

"So you don't trust me?" Wyatt folded his arms, his eyes narrowed as she said that statement.

"No, I do!"

"But you can confide in an Omega, and an unmated male at that." Wyatt felt his wolf heighten in aggression toward the fortunately absent male.

Delphi saw the look in his eye and her posture moved to the defensive. "He's just a friend! I don't tell him everything."

"Yet you still confide in him things you refuse to tell me," Wyatt countered.

"I don't expect him to do anything for me!" Delphi blurted.

The air around them carried off her words as silence followed, but Wyatt captured them long before they could escape. 

"What do you mean by that?" Wyatt asked.

"You know what? Just forget it—" Delphi shook her head a little before starting to turn.

"Delphi!" Wyatt couldn't help but let out a growl as he spoke. Not that again. "What did you mean?"

After a moment, Delphi turned with a huff. She crossed her arms, not quite looking at him until she brushed the stray hairs from her face. "I don't expect him to do anything. Just...lend an ear. That's it. It's not something I think I do with you."

Wyatt relaxed his pose, but inside he felt that stab him a little, that she can talk freely to someone else other than him. "Why not?"

Delphi didn't say anything for a while before looking him in the eye, "It's not that I can't or don't trust you, Wyatt. I want to trust you entirely, I really do. But how can I? Look at the wolves back at the compound. They hate me if not outright despise me. Is it because I believe in Selene while you guys believe in multiple deities? Because I was born from a different pack? I'm just downright different from you all? I don't know. But how can I trust you completely, how can you expect me to tell you everything that bugs me when you don't even acknowledge something that out in the open? I don't ask you, and I'm not asking you to protect me on every striking thing, but how can I really confide in you if I'm unsure if you have my back or not?"

So this is why she wouldn't say anything to him? "Delphi they could be much worse. Some would go out of their way to hurt you, maybe kill you if I didn't command them not to."

"Really? I would have never had guessed that." Sarcasm rolled off Delphi's words. "But do you really think that's enough? You know, why would you even block me out a few days ago if you were so concerned? That's not somebody concerned. That's somebody I can't trust. You want me to open up, but you don't open up to me."

"I have opened up to you," he countered, "And I have told you that I did not close our link all the way through. Our connection is mutual. The only way for it to be closed entirely is for you to either have agreed to it or shut it the rest of the way."

"Then why did you say you didn't realize you shut it entirely?"

"I didn't know that you agreed to it."

"But I didn't, Wyatt. I called for you. Tried once, and succeeded the second time."

"If you didn't agree or close it then why was it closed?"

To this, Delphi didn't answer, and by the look on her face, she didn't look like she even knew the answer. She took in a deep breath and sat on the incline before Wyatt followed suit, allowing the silence that was only shadowed by the river.

"Delphi," Wyatt spoke gently and glanced over at her, "Just tell me. When we get back, I will confront our wolves on their behavior, but I need you not to leave me out of anything. And I won't leave you out either. Alright?"

Delphi looked back over at him and with a small nod she spoke, "Alright."

After a brief moment, Wyatt got up first and helped her up; their eyes locked a bit before they resumed walking again.




Omega Pride Ch. 09



"As to why they might hate you," Wyatt spoke up after a few moments, causing Delphi to stop and quickly look up at him again, "I am not entirely sure myself, but I have a guess. It never occurred to me until now, since the last person accepted into the pack was the father of that Omega you speak to over 80 years ago. You being accepted the pack into might have some of them both enraged and jealous."

Delphi made a face and her scent changed to match it, "Why? Because they're not used to me?"

"No," Wyatt shook his head. "Wolves in our pack that were born or alive during the reign of my father were, among other things, put under both his barbaric discipline and 'Survival of the Fittest' ways."

"I heard about that." Delphi looked down. "I was told...that he made child soldiers out of pack pups and killed Omegas."

Wyatt nodded at her answer. "In the earlier years of his reign, many of the wolves had to endure watching him slaughter friends and family of theirs that didn't reach that quota. It also didn't help that he was a purist."

"Purist? Him? In what way?" Delphi asked, a little confused.

"Even if they did make that ridiculous quota, he hated the idea of wolves that were formerly human, sometimes even more so than weak wolves. He often referred to them as 'rotting flesh' and killed off turned wolves, any humans that were mated or destined mates to pack members, and their mates." Wyatt looked at Delphi, "Though this may not pertain to you, the first part I believe does. Even though I don't agree with my father's beliefs, many others may feel that it's unfair for a wolf like you—"

"To be able to live, as weak as I am compared to them," Delphi finished that statement.

"I don't believe you're weak, but yes," Wyatt told her. "Those who weren't born during his reign don't truly understand this, but the elder wolves drilled it into their heads as well, thus, their unidentifiable hatred for you."

"But...even before I came, wasn't there a way for you to get them to...not drill such thoughts into their heads?" Delphi asked.

"I have stopped the practices of my father, removed that purist belief, and outright banned violence toward weaker wolves of the pack. But I cannot stop what it is that they're thinking, saying, or teaching their young," Wyatt looked over at her after staring ahead. "I can't control their free will, but I will confront them on it."

It was only a few minutes more before Wyatt said anything again. "On that day when you came into my study, were others projecting their thoughts to you?" 

This time, Delphi didn't stop walking, hopping over a dip. "No. They weren't projecting to me at all." She looked to the side at him. "It was more like...I could read their thoughts, whether I wanted to or not, drowning my own thoughts out of my head." She looked back ahead as she skipped over a pothole. "I was a little worried...what you would do if you had heard it."

"And that is why you dropped the subject when I asked," Wyatt looked over at her. 

"Yeah, well. I thought it would be a bad thing." She hoped over another rut in ground. "You've really calmed down since I first met you, but obviously when you get angry, you can get really angry—and why are there suddenly so many potholes on my side?" 

The question definitely seemed to have caught him off guard because Delphi could have sworn she heard a quiet chuckle come from him.

"Well, it's either the holes or the river," Wyatt said lightheartedly, the most lighthearted she'd heard from him, and was half tempted to see if he was actually smiling or not. "And as for my attitude, when I first met you I was in a Mating Frenzy. I had been pent up, anxious, and you being in the area without seeking me did not help." 

Delphi looked up at him. "Hey, you already know why. We've been over that. Anywho, I thought...that maybe you—"

"That I couldn't handle it," Wyatt finished for her.

To this she nodded, "And could have snapped at them. Yeah."

"Could you read my thoughts?" Wyatt asked almost curiously.

"No," Delphi stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "To be honest, that was one of the reasons I stayed close by in the last few days. If not you, then Madame Alpha Adeline, and if not her then one of the Betas that were stronger than Madame Beta Beatrix and Beta Emmanuel. I don't know how really, but I can't read others' minds when someone profoundly stronger than me is close by."

"Hm," Wyatt thought on it, "I have honestly yet to meet a wolf other than you that has that ability outside of projection, Delphi." 

Delphi looked up at him when he said that before slowly looking down.

"That doesn't mean that it's a bad thing, Delphi," Wyatt got her attention.

She looked back at him, and seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she smiled.



They soon found themselves talking about everything, dropping several weights from their minds. From their life, birth packs, childhood, and dare they even say it, nitty-gritty things such as personal likes and dislikes as they reached the first crossover at Rapides Sarvakuluk. 

Wyatt was even a bit surprised at how swiftly, gracefully, and smoothly she jumped from each rock that was barely above water level. About the time they had made it another 10 miles, the sun had almost finished its descent behind most of the trees. 

"Think we should stop here for the night," Delphi said with a sigh of fatigue as she started taking off her pack and bending down in front of a tree with its roots halfway dug up. The roots looked to be a comfortable, temporary den that would and could shelter them both. 

She looked over at Wyatt, "From what I remember, any hunters out here would normally turn in this time of night."

"So there are hunters out here too," Wyatt followed suit, though nowhere nearly as weary as she was. 

"Don't doubt it for a second," Delphi replied. "I remember one of the two Deltas of the old pack, Aline, had gotten shot for being too careless."

Wyatt turned to look at her, his eyebrows knitted. "They still hunt wolves out here?" Back in Wyoming, though it took a while, it was now illegal to kill wolves. He had no idea that this wasn't so in Quebec.

"For their pelts mostly." Delphi let out another sigh, "Aline was alright though. Barely nicked her muzzle and she often joked about it even after it healed up... But that's why if we shifted during the day away from the pack lands, it is always best for one of us to stay human. Gave them the belief that we were 'owned' by whoever was in human form."

The look of reminiscence remained in Delphi's eyes a little while longer before she seemed to catch her second wind, got up, and started removing her clothes and putting them in the now useful pack. "Also, this time of night also means it would be easier to hunt animals that are settling down themselves."

Wyatt could see his wolf grin—if that was even possible—and let out a growl of approval. He had never seen Delphi hunt before and was curious to see her do so. "Sure you'll be up to the hunt? You seem tired." With his lips' corners twitching, he got up and stripped down too. 

Delphi shifted into her wolf form, feeling great relief from finally being back out in the real Québec wilderness in this form, 'I haven't been here in so long. I'm not going to miss it and let you do all the hunting yourself.'

Wyatt was a little surprised by the slight change in her demeanor, but that truly said a lot about how she was not only when she didn't feel pressured, but also when she felt entirely safe. As well, it truly showed how striking her spirit really was in the right environment. 

Delphi watched as Wyatt shifted, his muscles still so taut in his wolf form. She took another glance at him before she turned and darted into the forest with him hot on her heels.

The fresh, cool night air hit their faces, fur, and lungs in a dynamic mix of ice and heat. The trees around them looked like unmarked signs guiding the way to the nearest prey and the snow under their paws took care of every step that could have made them boisterous. 

Wyatt and Delphi slowed to a halt as they approached a female caribou merely minding its own business as it tried to settle in on the last night of its life. Each stalking step toward it brought both their bodies and breathing lower. Delphi's white, blond, and grey fur allowed her to blend easily into the snow; Wyatt's black and brown fur let him blend easier with the night-covered trees. 

With a snort, the caribou quickly looked up, her eye darting around to catch even the faintest movement of the surrounding woodlands. Wyatt and Delphi stayed perfectly still, even holding their breaths for that moment as the female's eyes passed over them. They could hear her heart pumping quickly, unsure if she should rest or run. In all honesty, the sound of her quickly beating heart excited Wyatt's and Delphi's wolves greatly, but they had to reign in the temptation to just pounce until the time was just right, the time when her guard wasn't down.

However...They had no such luck.

The caribou was about to lower her head until she saw the slight subtle movement of Delphi's paw in the snow, causing a pounding alarm in her chest and instincts that told her to run far faster and harder than she ever had with any other previous wolf. That one, no, these ones were different! 

Adrenaline and instinct took over both predators and prey as Delphi and Wyatt darted out to its sides, giving chase. They could easily finish this hunt, but where was the joy in that? As well, Delphi hadn't had caribou in over a decade and damn it, she and her wolf were going to have it and share it with their mate! The prey darted back and forth between trees and branches, unaware that her fate was inevitable as Delphi charged into its side, grabbing one of its legs in her jaws, causing the caribou to bellow and attempt its hardest to kick her off. 

This told Wyatt that Delphi had only ever hunted smaller animals, because that was no way to take on something the size of an elk. From the caribou's distracted blind side, Wyatt lunged at it, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and dragged her down just as Delphi let go. The caribou attempted to let out another bellow in undisputed distraught, but just as it tried Delphi bit down hard on her esophagus and carotid artery, choking her before Delphi and Wyatt both moved their head swiftly and snapped the neck of the unfortunate female.

The now claimed prey's head landed with a soft thud in the snow. The adrenaline slowly started to diminish between the two wolves before they both looked at each other. Wyatt's wolf blinked lightly before he nodded his head and backed away a little for her to have first bite. Delphi's wolf gave off a smile as much as any wolf could as she nodded her head at him and invited him to partake with her. The chops of Wyatt's wolf twitched as he neared her and shared their kill.

~*~/~*~

"Who taught you how to hunt?" Wyatt asked curiously, as they headed their way back to their belongings after burying the remains of the caribou. With her history and from what she had shared of it, it didn't seem like she even had the time to learn between being with the abusive packs and the humans.

Delphi looked at him with a smile, "The Delta and Aline's mate Elliot taught me. Myself along with the other pups of the pack."

"How many pups were there?"

"Five. Myself, Cerise, and the triplets Pons, Rémi, and Élodie. The triplets were their pups." Delphi looked up at the first half moon. "But he never discriminated against me or Cerise because of our lower ranks. He always treated us equally. The first time he started teaching us, we were out hunting small prey. I got so distracted though and somehow or another ended up wondering off and hunting something myself."

"Really?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "How old were you?"

"Seven years old. It was a snow-shoed hare." Delphi let out a small laugh, "I had gotten in so much trouble that day. Then again, I was normally getting scolded anyway." 

A hint of confusion and a bit more curiosity hit his scent, "Why?"

"For multiple reasons. Looking back on it, I would have scolded myself too." Delphi let out a sigh, "I wasn't quite impulsive, but mother and father always said I was too...what's the right word? ...willful and daring, doing things when and how I felt like it. I'd sometimes get the other four in trouble by having them follow me into some weird, crazy adventure or another when the adults weren't looking. I'd hunt things when I wasn't supposed to, get into dominance rough-housing with any of the four, and if someone told me something of a fact of some kind, I had to ask why and I wouldn't take just a 'yes, no, maybe so, or because' for an answer. My mother always discouraged me from acting like that, said it wasn't right for an Omega like me to act like...like a..." Delphi cheery voice started to lose its brightness as she quieted down.

"Like an Alpha?" Wyatt picked up where she dropped off.

"...Yes." Delphi glanced over at him, "Like an Alpha."

Wyatt debated on how to ask the next question. If he said it outright, he knew she'd start getting defensive again. "Why did they scold you for that?"

"Well isn't it pretty obvious?" Delphi shrugged at him. "It's no way an Omega should act and—"

"Delphi," Wyatt interrupted, seeing she was beating around the bush as her eyes glanced back and forth, "Really? Why did they punish you?"

"Well," Delphi cleared her throat, "I did mean that it wasn't correct to act like that in my...my birth position, but also my mother told me she didn't want me to display things in front of the Alphas. She often seemed to worry that I could potentially become a Beta in the pack."

"Only a Beta?" Wyatt questioned, not believing it for a second. Why would being risen to a higher rank be a bad thing?

Delphi shook her head after a while. "No... She always had a scared look in her eyes and scent when she had to scold me over things like that. I think...that she was scared because I could almost keep up if not compete against the triplets who were five years my senior who've actually had battle training when I was only eight, that I could one day...surpass and challenge the Alphas at my rate."

"So you being an Omega was instilled in you," Wyatt summed up, a part of him feeling angry, "and enforced by not only your pack but the ones after that."

"It was easier to deal with. Just be an Omega, forsaking such actions and thoughts—"

"So you could become timid, scared, and unsure of yourself? It made you weaker than what you are, than who you really are."

"And then what, Wyatt?" Delphi eyes shot at him. "Had I not accepted what I have been taught, you would have never even met me, I'm sure. I might have been long dead...or something...and I have no idea how to run a pack—"

"But something tells me that you had good instincts on how to," Wyatt spoke softly, "...And you more than likely still have them. You need to unearth those instincts."

Delphi said nothing for a while as she looked down, once again her wolf was silent on this matter. But...it laid heavily on her mind as they headed back and shifted back to their wolf forms as they reached their belongings and their temporary shelter.

'I'll...see if I can,' Delphi sent to him, 'I'll see and find out what I can do to do so.'

Wyatt looked over her after a moment before he put his forehead against hers. 'I know you can. I'll help you in any way you need me,' he projected back after a while.

In her mind, Delphi had a flimsy, nervous smile, but she nodded to him before going inside the shelter after him and curling up next to him. She drifted to sleep before he did.



~/~/~

Wyatt's eyes flickered open before he started to stretch with a yawn, but he noticed something was off as soon as he had done so. He looked to the side of him. Where was Delphi? 

He glanced around and went outside the shelter, 'Mate? Mate where are you?' 

No answer.

He looked in all directions. He could sense that she was in no danger nor was she passed out. 'Delphi?'

He quickly turned his head toward the sound of a rustle. There she was. She was apparently dragging a young caribou—most likely one that belonged to the female from last night—toward him, but why in her wolf form?

'Delphi why didn't you tell me you had left?' he projected at her.

Once more, he did not receive an answer from her as she simply dropped the caribou—in which he could now see was a young bull who had already started to develop horns—in front of him and looked him in the eye, a glow in hers. That told him why she wasn't answering him: this was her wolf in control, not her. Looking deeper between their bond, Delphi wasn't even awake yet.

'What are you doing wandering around this early?' he asked her.

Delphi's wolf merely snorted, looking down at the dead caribou before looking back at him and rearing her head slightly. The corners of Wyatt's lips twitched as he neared her and it. She took that as a signal to start eating and he joined her. After they finished and buried it, Wyatt could see that her wolf was still in control. She was...different from Delphi. In everything. When she sat, she had a very strong, elegant, confident, and high posture. When she looked him the eye, it didn't seem like she had to will herself to keep looking, and even the way she glanced around and moved declared nothing but that she had the air of an Alpha wolf. Wyatt stared at her in a bit of amazement as she covered the last bit of the bones. 

'Delphi,' he tried to get her attention, but she simply wouldn't respond to the name. Wyatt thought about the many conversations they had yesterday and remembered she had come out and told him the name she had only gone by when she was younger. Maybe... 'Delphinia.'

Calling her that made her turn around and look over at him. Why was that so? 

At that moment she snorted once more, a look in her eye that confused him a little. Was it possible that she could read his mind even in this state?

At that Delphi's wolf nodded her head at him, surprising him even further, 'Why is it that you can when your human side can't?'

She said nothing to him, just merely sat down and stared at him.

'Mate, tell me why you won't tell your other half anything of what happened to your past packs and of the missing memories? And from the looks of it, that you can control—'

Delphi's wolf started growling both threateningly and warningly, getting up.

'Don't growl at me,' Wyatt's eyes narrowed at her, but she didn't even so much as blink as she kept eye contact, 'Why won't you tell Delphi anything?' 

She barked hostilely at him, barking an aggressive warning at him, her body posture spoke heavily of pure defiance.

'Delphinia,' He let out a low growl, but she barked back louder, refusing to submit and cease her behavior. 

Instead, she bounded right by him and into their temporary den without so much as another thought. She let the glow fade from her eyes and she collapsed as her body slowly started to shift back into Delphi's sleeping human form. 

That confrontation was strange. Delphi's wolf downright refused to tell him anything as well, but she seemed like she didn't want to fight him despite not submitting either. It definitely wasn't that her wolf didn't know anything. She knew all too good and well, but she refused to tell anyone, including Delphi. Also, why was it that Delphi's wolf was so much more dominant and aggressive in personality than Delphi? Could it that while the mentality of an Omega was instilled into Delphi, she actually wasn't one? But that made no sense. Surely, with things that way there was no way Delphi could be so convinced she was an Omega and she could never just ignore her wolf if she was aware of this. So how come things were like this? He turned over as he heard Delphi let out a waking groan and yawn.




Omega Pride Ch. 09



"M...morning, Wyatt." She looked at her hand as she stretched, "must have shifted in my sleep...sorry about that."

Wyatt projected nothing at her. Delphi truly was entirely unaware that her wolf could take over, leaving Delphi dormant. She also jumped to her own conclusions on some incidents. Should he tell her?

Wyatt shifted back into his human form as Delphi got out from under the roots and started getting dressed in her clothes from yesterday. 

"What's wrong?" Delphi turned and looked at him, concern entering her scent.

"You're wolf knows, Delphi," Wyatt told her as he went and grabbed his bag to get dressed himself.

"What?" Delphi dropped her pack in surprise. "H-how do you know that?"

Wyatt told her exactly what happened this morning while she blissfully thought she was asleep. Delphi put her back against a tree, shock over her face.

"She's...her personality never appeared that way to me before," Delphi's voice came out just a hint above a whisper. "She...she's always been. Just...just as submissive as me, not more dominant..."

"Why do you think she won't tell you and even act this way?" Wyatt asked her.

"I don't know..." Delphi closed her eyes and Wyatt could see that she was trying to communicate with her wolf, but as Delphi shut her eyes tighter, he could make out the growl and bark of her wolf. 

Delphi snapped her eyes open and looked at Wyatt, worry and fear in her eyes, "What's...what's wrong with me, Wyatt? This isn't supposed to happen with weres like us."

Wyatt pulled Delphi close and let her head rest against his chest as she hugged him back. "You said your mother and father would often scold you for acting like an Alpha. Do you know if they did the same thing to her?"

"I don't think so. I can't remember," Delphi whispered. "Why would she act like an Omega with me, but different when I'm unconscious?"

Wyatt said nothing as he tried to think of the possibilities. "Perhaps...the answer might be at the pack grounds."

Delphi looked up at him, "But how? They're dead, they can't tell us anything now."

"But they might have left something behind, something we can scavenge for." Wyatt put his hand against her neck, stroking the side of her face with his thumb.

Delphi looked down as she thought on it before looking up at him with a nod, "maybe. They might have left something that hadn't been destroyed."

Wyatt nodded and leaned forward and kissed her comfortingly. "We will find the answer to this Delphi. Don't doubt it for a second."

Delphi nodded back and turned to pick up her backpack after they finished dressing.




The journey the first few hours were silent, even as the Caniapiscau River finally came into sight. But as they neared the Limestone Falls, Delphi had to stop and stare out. Wyatt looked over at her.

"We're...we're almost there." A feeling of realization breached her senses as she stared across the waterway.

Wyatt saw the many emotions that ran across her face, her eyes looked glassy. "Want to rest here for a while?"

Delphi looked at him. After a moment, she smiled at him. "Yeah." 

She sat down in front of it and closed her eyes, hearing the Caniapiscau roaring pass them. She took in a deep breath. This was it. This was the irreplaceable scent she had tried so hard never to forget. She had to fight to keep the tears from rolling down her face...too late. One had crossed the barrier long before she put it up as the single tear trailed down her face.

"Delphinia, Quest-ce que tu regarde?" (Delphinia, what are you starring at?) A voice she hadn't heard in a long time spoke to her in French. 

Impossible! Father?! 

Delphi's head darted up toward the sound. There, across the river, was standing someone she wasn't expecting to see at all. 

Her...herself?

It was Delphi's younger self, the nine-year-old her. The younger Delphinia stared right at her curiously. After a moment, the younger her raised her hand and waved with a broad smile on her face. Delphi stared at her and after a moment, she raised her own hand and waved back.

" Delphinia? À qui tu envois la main comme ça?" (Delphinia? What are you waving at?) Her father came into view and Delphi let out both a joyous and sad gasp. 

She had inherited his dark auburn hair color, facial features (underneath that beard of his), and part of his caring and worrisome personality. He wasn't as muscular as some of the other males in her pack, but he carried himself well. She wished she had inherited his dark skin as well, but she inherited her mother's olive skin instead. 

The younger Delphinia pointed directly at her with a smile on her face. " À l' humaine. Elle me ressemble comme deux gouttes d'eau. Mais en plus vieille." (That human. She looks exactly like me. But older.)

She could see her father stiffen a bit at the word human, but he went over to her, bent to her level and looked into the direction the younger her was looking. However...

"Je la vois pas Delphinia. Est-tu certaine qu'elle est là?" (I don't see her Delphinia. Are you sure she's there?) His eyes seemed to rove in every which way in her direction.

"M...mais Papa..." (B...but, papa," Delphi found herself saying the same exact thing as the younger Delphinia in unison, "Elle est just là... Tu la vois pas?" (she's right there...Don't you see her?)

"Delphi?" Wyatt's words got her attention as she looked over at him, "Are you alright? You seemed dazed for a second there."

She turned and glanced back over at where her father and she had stood. 

...Gone...

Delphi stared blankly at the vacant spot where the vision had been. "Yeah. I just...saw a memory."

"Hm?"

"When I was little, I often came here to rest, relax, and view the river. My father usually went with me since it was a ways off from home... At one time, I thought that I saw someone across this river, and because I hardly saw humans, I waved at them in hopes that they would wave back. They did...but my father never saw that person even though they were right in front of me. I looked at him and then back at the person and they were gone. It never really bugged me back then, so I put it out of mind...But now, I don't know how," she looked at Wyatt, "but I believe who I saw back then was the 'me' now."

Wyatt stared at her, unsure of how to take that. He believed her with everything that was happening, but he was unsure of how to respond to it.

Delphi smiled and wiped her eyes before being helped up. "Just a few more hours to go. We won't find a better crossing point than here."



As they crossed, the way from there barely felt like a stretch, but the last few miles started to get a little gruesome because of how steep the pass was. 

"Careful," Delphi warned as she jumped a certain way over what looked like a normal, flat road. "That's a deep ditch that normally gets covered this time of year. It will lead you all the way down there." She pointed at the steep hill down that was heavily guarded by trees, shrubs, and unforeseeable rocks and objects under the snow. "At one time, I led the other four down there. We got extremely lost, but somehow or another, I got us part way back home before my father and Monsieur Elliot found us. Needless to say, I got severely punished for that too. But we had a blast and Rémi, the thrill seeker himself, said he regretted nothing." Delphi let out a laugh and she could swear she heard Wyatt let out a silent laugh himself. 

A knot formed in Delphi's stomach as they got closer. The air itself seemed to be getting quieter and quieter with each step they took, as if it was expecting them. Just a few more hills to go now.

Four....

...Three...

...T-two...

One!

There was the large clearing...formally known as the Méraudin pack lands. She felt the knot she held loosen up as it turned into familiar sorrow. Everything that remained of the manor was buried under the thick blanket of snow except for the few blackened chunks of burnt wood that barely peaked from under it. She knew they had to have been a part of the roof or maybe the staircase.

"Delphi..." Wyatt held out his arm to her, but she shook her head and walked forward.

"There must have been a blizzard recently. It never...was..." She was swallowed hard. "It never was this bad in the past." Delphi's fists shook. Even before they came here, she knew it was a possibility, she knew that it would be painful and that her former pack would be fortunately buried under the snow, but...but she didn't know it would be this bad. 

She couldn't fight the tears that came this time, remembering everything that happened that night, how when she returned, the manor had collapsed and how everyone she had known and loved here were dead. She took shaky steps toward it, remembering the dream she had a few weeks earlier. "This...this was where the Beta, Monsieur Loup, lay...Here was Monsieur Elliot... Degaré was against the wall that stood here, and in the kitchen was...my cousin, Morgane."

"Delphi—"

"No...No," Delphi whispered. She felt in her heart that she needed to acknowledge this. "Here was Sylvianne, there was Fulbert, and next to him was Aline...Monsieur Sacha, and my Aunt Claire...and Madam Idette. And here...right here...was Alpha and Madam Alpha Raoul and Florence." Delphi barely wiped the tears away as she felt to her knees if a different area. "And this is where my p...parents lay..." Delphi shook as the emotion washed over her.

Wyatt watched her for a moment before sitting next to her. He reached around and rubbed her shoulder in an embrace as he let her cry it out. The bitter scent of sorrow struck painfully at him and he could feel the pain she was feeling. Though he didn't really know what the worse to expect could be when they came out here, it looked like they'd have a hard time looking for anything here, and from Delphi's reaction, it didn't seem as if she'd be willing to dig up anything here.

Between Delphi's sniffs, she suddenly stopped shaking as she heard a faint whisper in French.

"Est-ce qu'elle est en sécurité?! Aah!!" (Is she safe?! Aah!!)

"Elle s'est sauvée! Elle s'en sortira!" (She got out! She'll be fine!)

Delphi looked up around her, the sound of fire, screaming, growls, barks, roars, laughing, and gun shots rang in the air. "Do...do you hear that?" She looked over at Wyatt, who had removed his hand.

"No. What do you hear?" This could possibly be something like what happened earlier at the falls.

"My parents...they were talking about if I escaped or not." Delphi got up and turned, following her ears, the noises getting louder with each step. 

"Dehors, tout de suite!!" (Get out now!!) She heard the roaring voice of Alpha Raoul boom at someone.

"AAAUGH!!!"

"LOUP!!!" The sound of Slyvianne's voice screamed in horror.

"No, no, no, NO! I don't wanna GO!!!" The sound of an unfamiliar voice in English spoke.

"Ninon, sort les petits d'ici, maintenant!!" (Ninon, get the pups out of here now!!) Madam Alpha Florence's voice shouted, resonating with the sounds of utter chaos.

"They...I think they were fighting with a µiyaς," Delphi spoke as she turned around toward another voice, unable to see, but she could hear everything.

"Degaré!" Morgane shouted as several bullets were fired off, accompanied by a yelp cut short and she too let out a scream that was cut off as another shot was fired.

Delphi's heart pounded in her chest as she turned again. Several growls, yelps, and screams erupted as shots were fired, blows connected, and bodies fell.

"Florence!!!" Alpha Raoul shouted before he was stopped and the sound of him suffocating came into play.

"Where. Are. The dolls?" The strange and eerie voice from before demanded. From the sounds of it, the voice was right on top of Alpha Raoul. "THE TOYS!!! WHERE ARE THEY?!?!"

"He won't understand you when you say it like that, Number 66." That voice...

"This voice belonged to the µiyaς that tried to kill me! And there was more than one µiyaς there that night," Delphi told Wyatt, her lips trembling. "Those weren't bullet holes in the Alpha's chest..."

"Aw, but Number 78, that's no FUN." The eerie sounding 'Number 66' spoke with a childish mannerism, switching between words like an unruly child and angry adult. "I wanted to PLAY with 'em, instead you--!!"

"Tough luck," Number 78 spoke, "you go deal with the pups if you want to play so much."

"YAY!!!" 

The sound of a blunt stab, the Alpha letting out a dying, short roar, and clapping hands echoed in Delphi's mind as she heard what she assumed was Number 78 go upstairs while Number 66 moved down the hallway.

"They're going to kill the other three pups!" Delphi passed him and headed toward where the hallway was supposed to be.

"Three? Weren't there four?" Wyatt asked, trying to understand each step Delphi was taking.

"Remember when I told you? That Cerise went missing before this?" Delphi reminded him, franticness in her voice.

"Aww maan!!" Number 66 shouted, stomping its feet rapidly, "they're already dead! Number 81, you suck, you fucking prick!" 

A faint androgynous chuckle was heard from what seemed to come from outside the manor. "Too slow..."

"When I get out there, Number 81, you're going to wish you weren't made!" Number 66 made this weird sound that could almost pass as a growl.

"Relax, Number 66," the sound of Number 78's boots came closer, "the deed's done. I killed the hit and we can leave now. Huh... I think I fell in love with her too."

"Of course you did," Number 66 complained like an upset spoiled child. "Let me guess, she had Beau-ti-ful eyes?"

"They always do," Number 78 snickered, "I always seem to fall in love with them in the moment right before I shoot them. Alas, I'm a cursed man doomed to fall for his hits."

"Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, can we go home now?" The sound of their talking became faint as if they were leaving.

"Th-there were—" Delphi began to shake again as she heard the fire cackling around them. However, she stopped when she heard a faint grunt, the sound of a familiar voice. Ninon!

" Les...enfants...de chienne...." (Those...b...bastards....) The sound of Ninon's voice was struggling but she was all right!

"My cousin Ninon hadn't died," Delphi told Wyatt, hope in her eyes. "She...she had ducked, stayed hidden, and waited until they were gone to get out." Delphi turned and began to trace out how Ninon got out. "She jumped out the window...tried to pursue them, but why would she do that if they were strong enough to overpower the Alphas?" 

Delphi then took off into a sprint, looking at the ground with Wyatt right next to her. "She ran and kept ducking between the trees...but—"

Delphi stopped running as she heard a faint shot that almost sounded like it was only sharply cutting through the wind, making Ninon let out an ear piercing scream, one that made Delphi cover her own ears until it went silent. "She had gotten shot, sniped I think...by one of them." Once again, Delphi's mood whiplashed to distress as she started walking again. "She...she wasn't dead, but she was bleeding hard and had dragged herself over to—" She stopped and gasped, covering her mouth. Right in front of her lay the half buried decomposed corpse of Ninon Méraudin. 

Wyatt's eyes widened too as even though he was only getting bits and pieces of what Delphi was hearing, each and everything she said was indeed true.

"This tree..." Delphi bent down in front of the corpse of Ninon. "Oh Ninon..." The waves of sounds from the past disappeared into nothingness; sound seemed to have returned to the right time around them. With an unsteady hand, Delphi rose to touch the skeletal one of Ninon's. "I'm so sorry..."

As she touched her hand, the world around Delphi seemed to spin, the edges getting darker and darker. Even Wyatt's sudden calling of her name got more and more quiet until the entire world faded to black.

~*~*~

Delphinia opened her eyes and turned her head toward the smell of smoke. Wait a second... She raised her hand and looked at it. She was dreaming? Again? She was just with Wyatt, she heard everyone's voices, and she had just touched Ninon— 

"Ninon!" Delphinia popped up. 

Was this really like the dream before? She ran through the wood and saw the manor on fire. 

"C'est exactement ce qui s'est passé ... (This was exactly what happened...)" Delphinia whispered, once more unable to speak English. 

Wait. 

The front door was ajar. They must have left already! Maybe Ninon was still alive! She could warn her! Delphinia ran to the other side of the burning manor. No good! She had already gotten out and was after them! Ninon! Where are you?! 

She ran as fast as she could and heard her heart stop as the sound of Ninon's ear piercing scream caught in the night sky. 

"Non! Ninon!!" Delphi tried to run faster, resulting in her slipping down several times into the snow. "Ninon! Ninon!!"

Delphinia stopped as she saw her lying in the snow. "Ninon!"

Ninon spit up blood and looked weakly over at her. "D...Delphinia? Non. Non, t'étais pas censés être ici.(No. No, you weren't supposed to be here.)"

"Parle pas (Don't talk)," Delphinia shushed her, propping her up and pulling her against a tree out of sight. "Ninon..." 

Delphinia looked at the bloody dress, seeing her skin darken and decay at an alarming rate.

"T'étais pas censé être ici, mais pas-Delphinia, regarde-moi, regarde-moi maintenant," Ninon made her look her in the eye, "Je sais que j'ai pas beaucoup de temps, alors écoute-moi maintenant. L'odeur de Cerise. Ils sentent comme ma fille et je sais pas pourquoi. T'est l'une des dernières d'entre nous, pleure pas ma fille. Sois forte, c'est le temps d'être forte maintenant, S'il te plaît sauve-toi aussi loin que tu peux.Quand ils ne seront plus sur tes traces, s'il te plaît, trouve Cerise. Trouve ta cousine. Elle est vivante, je le sais. Toutes les deux vous avez besoin d'être ensemble,vous avez besoin l'une de l' autre. Promets-moi, Delphinia. Promet-moi que tu la trouveras."

("You weren't supposed to be here, but—no Delphinia, look at me, look at me now," Ninon made her look her in the eye. "I can tell I don't have much time, so listen to me now. The three smell of Cerise. They smell of my daughter and I don't know why. As one of the last of us—don't cry, my dear girl. Be strong, the time to be strong is now—as one of the last of us, please, run away as far as you can. When they are no longer looking, please, please find Cerise. Find your second cousin. She's alive, I know it. Both of you need to be together. Both of you need each other. Promise me, Delphinia. Promise me that you will find her.")

Delphinia couldn't believe what she was hearing as tears streamed down her face. She grabbed Ninon's blackening hand, "Reste avec moi, Ninon ... (Stay with me, Ninon...)"

A sad smile played off Ninon's face. "Tu sais que je peux pas—(You know I can't—)" Ninon puked up blood as it became much harder for her to talk, her grip loosening. "Soit ... la louve forte ... qu'on a essayés de te dire ... de ne pas être......Delphinia ....sache ... que nous tous ... et tes parents ont fait ... ce qu'on a fait ... parce qu'ils...je ...t'aimais .... (Be...be the strong wolf...we tried to tell you...not to...be... Delphinia....and know...that everything...we...and your parents did...we did...because we...l....loved...)"

"Ninon..? Ninon...?!" Delphinia shook her, seeing the light fading from her eyes as the decaying flesh reached her face. Ninon's hand lost its grip and slipped out of Delphinia's, her heart let out its last beat. "Non...! Non! Ninon! S'il te plaît! (Please!) Ninon!!!!"

"Well, well. What kind of surprise is this?" The sound of Number 78's voice rang in her ears as she looked over and saw not just him, but the other two, Number 66 and Number 81, standing there as well.




Omega Pride Ch. 09



"Oh, I thought you said the deed was done, Number 78?" Number 66 teased.

"I swore I did so," Number 78 cocked his gun. "I swear though, it won't ever happen again."

He then pointed it at Delphi and before she could get out even a whimper, he shot her point blank in the face and she collapsed on Ninon.

~*~/~*~

"Delphi! Mate, wake up!" The world slowly started to return to full color as Delphi sluggishly blinked, her vision blurry at first.

"W...Wyatt? I....blacked out...didn't I?" Delphi reached up and touched his face, reassuring herself that he was real.

"Yes. Right after you touched your cousin," Wyatt sat her up in his arms.

"There...were three µiyaς... I saw them...I saw them shoot her. She told me to find Cerise, she said that the three µiyaς there smelt of her, and that Cerise was still alive," After a moment, Delphi held onto Wyatt and stood up with him. She looked around and saw that he had brought them back to the clearing. "But...but I don't know how that could possible. Back then maybe, but not now—"

The sound of branches snapping made them both turn sharply toward the sound, completely knocking Delphi out of her daze. It was no animal and they both knew it. They stared in that direction as slow crunching approached them. Wyatt let out a threatening growl and stood in front of Delphi protectively as a figure came into view. It was a....a child? What was a young boy doing all the way out here?

"That's no child, Delphi," Wyatt whispered to her, picking up her thoughts. "It's a µiyaς. Look again."

At the second glance, Delphi saw what he meant. The "child" certainly did look like a normal kid that had somehow gotten stuck in the wilderness...at first glance. But she soon saw that the long dark-brown hair on his head was too thick compared to that of a normal human's. His skin was far too pale and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept for weeks, but showed far too much white to be normal. And he smelt of a mix between rotting flesh and the faint smell of ...Cerise?

He hunched over as he walked and with each step, he tilted his head down in the direction of each foot, looking back and forth at Delphi and Wyatt. "There's one more left to go...there's one more left to go," The "child" sang in a Minor key. "Bark, growl, yelp and howl, there's one more...left to...go." He let out a childish laugh afterwards. "I've beeeen waiting for you to come back. I never thought you would after all these years. And that this really was...A WASTE. Of all. My time. Up here. But, here you are now in front of me! It's been TOO long since that day, puppet!" He stood straight up, tilting his head to the left as he moved his bare left foot toward them in the snow. 

Wyatt glared at the µiyaς, watching his spontaneous, yet cripple-like movements.

'Wyatt,' Delphi sent to him through their bond, 'the voice is off severely, but the way he talks, I think he might be the µiyaς named Number 66. He killed the Alphas.'

'Him?' Wyatt's eyes narrowed. 'You're sure?'

'Yes,' Delphi replied, not losing eye contact on the "kid".

"Whaat? This silence is boring." He bent awkwardly to the right. "What's the matter? Can't kill a KID?!" He then bent backwards before leaning forward. The eye that hid behind the other long tuff of hair was revealed to be just as tired—no—psychotic as the other. "I CAN!" He then bent at the knee and spread his arms wide as if to pounce. "Here, let me help you out..." 

He fell sharply forward on all fours and rushed at them. Delphi and Wyatt barely had time to drop low. He was surprisingly fast! He ran to a tree and dug his nails deep into the side before pouncing at Delphi and kicking her with a giggle. 

Delphi quickly crossed her arms across her chest and was sent back more than 20 feet. There was no way! He quickly turned to Wyatt with a Slasher's grin on his face. He charged at him, swiping at him with berserk kicks, punches, and even bites, moving far too fast for humans and most wolves to see. But Wyatt saw, blocked, and dodged each of them before grabbing him harshly by the neck and slamming him into a tree. 

"Ah-ha! Now THAT'S the spirit!" Number 66 laughed insanely, unfazed by the harshness of the blow and grabbed at Wyatt's hand, moving his hands like bug legs.

Wyatt growled venomously, his claws and canines sharpened considerably. He never wanted to harm a child, but this µiyaς was no child. He'd crush his fucking neck first.

Delphi sat up in the snow and looked over at them; the fight seemed over before it began.

'Go ahead and fucking do it, you Delaney bastard.'

Who was that? Delphi could read the thoughts of the µiyaς from here?

'I've always WANTED the powers of the infamously most ruthless pack's Alpha in the upper world. Scuff me! Bite me! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING POWERS!'

"Wyatt, don't!" Delphi shouted, stopping him from extending his claws into his neck. "That's how he killed the Alphas! He took their powers by allowing them to scratch or bite him!"

Wyatt looked over briefly, but the µiyaς's eyes darted over to Delphi with widened, psychopathic confusion, "You....cheated?"

Wyatt turned back to him just as he tightened his grip on Wyatt's arm, flipping around out onto it and jumped over his head and kicking him violently hard head first into a tree before flipping down and walking towards Delphi.

"Who told you? Wait...You cheated...You cheated. You cheated. You cheated...! You cheated! You cheated!! You cheated!! You cheated!!! You CHEATED!!! You CHEATED!!! You CHEATED!!! You CHEATED!!! You CHEATED!!! YOU CHEATED!!! YOU CHEATED!!! YOU CHEATED!!!! YOU CHEATED!!!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU CHEATED!!!!!!" 

As he cursed viciously at her, Delphi could see his body warping and twisting painfully, he muscles bulging, and veins popping and reforming themselves as his body grew larger. Vile sounds of his bones breaking and reforming themselves echoed in the air along with his voice getting more eerie, deeper, and abominable in the way she had heard before. Delphi started backing up in fear of what she saw before her.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS THING?!

In place of the feral, awkward, four foot boy was a retched, grotesque monster! It was at least three times its original form, much taller than any wolf's Anthro form she had ever seen in her life! Its putrid scent spiked high enough to make her force back a gag and its body twisted in such a way as it seemed to mimic an overly hulking wolf in Anthro form, but there were too many humanoid features. 

Instead of a muzzle, its face was an elongated version of a human's that almost gave a bird's duckbill-like appearance with sharp yet human looking teeth inside its mouth. Instead of claws on its hands and feet, there were ugly, lengthy copies of nails. The feet themselves arched up at the heel as if to imitate wolf paws, and on its back, thorny spines were overtly visible and his neck extended disproportionally on its body. The tuff of hair tried to spread out on its large head but to no avail, and it's shifting large eyes were sunken into its head.

The abomination dropped on all fours, glaring at Delphi in obscene ire. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SELFLESS BITCH!!!!"

With that, he sprinted at Delphi. She noticed that its speed seemed to have increased despite its size. Delphi tried to get back up as it approached in a creepy, quick, and spider-like manner.

Smaller steps approached quickly and Wyatt socked the µiyaς hard across the face, blind-siding it and sending it crashing into a tree. Wyatt barked and growled venomously, his eyes glowing with pure rage as he forced off his clothes and shifted quickly into his Anthro form before charging at Number 66. The µiyaς barely had time to get up before Wyatt socked it again, the blow hard enough for Delphi to hear its bones crack. Wyatt swung again and made contact against its jaw. However, when Wyatt did so again, Number 66 caught his fist, its own hand much larger than Wyatt's. 

It looked at Wyatt with a grin on its face and head-butted him once—twice—three times! Wyatt looked a little disoriented, but he saw the large fist coming toward his face and dodged it just in time, pulling his hand out of the monster's grip before jumping and punching it in the face once more. Number 66 stumbled back as Wyatt kept delivering blow after blow. But at one moment, the µiyaς turned its absurd body to the side and opened its trap, biting down hard on Wyatt's arm and causing him to roar in pain as it started to shake its head very much like a dog, its teeth digging deeper into his arm.

Delphi, shifted to her wolf, charged at the monster and jumped at its face. Unable to bite or use her claws, she head butted him as hard as she could, making the µiyaς let out a screech and let go of Wyatt, allowing him to drop and use his other hand to hit the µiyaς, sending him spiraling back at the fast momentum. Several sounds of breaking and cracks could be heard as he landed.

Delphi stumbled to stay on her feet. Wolves of all kinds were never meant to use their skulls as weapons. 

'Mate, are you alright?' Wyatt sent to her.

After a moment, she shook her wolf head to get rid of the headache. 'I'm fine. How's your arm?'

Wyatt looked down at his arm, seeing the fur and flesh gone and exposed to the open air as blood fell out of the wound onto the white snow. He let out a growl and looked back at the direction of the µiyaς, 'I'll heal.'

'Do you think it's dead—'

The sound of unnerving laughter unfortunately answered Delphi's question as she saw the monster get up slowly, feet first and its body followed without any use of his hands. On its face was a deep gash and it was chewing Wyatt's fur and flesh its mouth. Staring out at them, Number 66 swallowed the flesh and fur both before a long, greyish tongue licked the gash and drooped out of its mouth. "Finally, you scuffed me, but the BITE helped...and YOU tasted delicious. PLEASE SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!?!"

The already gargantuan monster grew even more as it absorbed Wyatt's power from his flesh, it's spines stuck out even more, its ears pointed out in an attempt to resemble a wolf's, a few of its teeth fell out and in their place, sharper canine ones took their place.

Without another word, it charged at Wyatt much faster than before and socked him across the face with the same drive and strength that Wyatt gave him, making him hit the side of a tree. A sharp branch stabbed him through the shoulder, causing Wyatt to let out another roar in pain.

Number 66 turned to Delphi with a wicked grin and started trying to stomp his feet on her smaller wolf form. She barely escaped them before he stomped hard on her back paw and tail, making her yelp in pain loudly before he cut her off by grabbing her around her neck and body and started crushing her. "What sound will you make for me, puppet? Well? YELP FOR ME! SCREAM FOR ME!!"

Delphi struggled painfully, trying to break free of it crushing her bones, but each second its vice grew tighter, sapping away her strength.

'NO, IT WILL NOT!'

Delphi's eyes glowed brightly in her wolf form as she pulled her paws up and started pushing against its grip and actually forcing it back open.

Number 66's expression switched to that of shock and pure confusion as he looked at Delphi, trying to keep his grip tight on her with both hands.

Delphi's wolf growled deeply and barked vehemently. 'GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME NOW!!!' Delphi projected at Number 66, staring it spot on in the eye.

Number 66 stared down at its hands in alarm as it slowly but surely released her against its will. The moment it dropped her, Wyatt grabbed its leg and lifted Number 66 off the ground, slamming it head first into the ground twice and hammer threw it as hard as he could away from Delphi.

Delphi's eyes stopped glowing as she looked around, a little lost due to blacking out once again, trying to get her mind back into the battle. Her wolf took over again?

Number 66 skid in the snow, but it caught itself and rebounded back toward them. Wyatt only had a split second to tear out what he could of the chunk in his shoulder before dashing at it. He traded blow for blow equally between them before Number 66 kneed Wyatt in the gut and grabbed him by the neck and choke slammed him. The µiyaς grinned and laughed gleefully as it raised its nails and prepared to thrust them down through Wyatt's skull.

With its back to her, Delphi charged and jumped at the µiyaς, grabbing it by the tuff of hair on its head. Number 66 screeched in pain as she kept pulling down and away from Wyatt, trying to kick off its back spines for her advantage. The sound of an arm dislocating on its own could be heard as its muscles were too big to grab for her. Rather than a good thing, the forcefully dislocated arm grabbed her, tearing off some of Number 66's hair with her. "I'LL PLAY WITH YOU LATER!!!" The µiyaς roared and backhanded her across the snow, its dislocated arm pushing itself back in place. "WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN, BITCH!!!"

As she flew across the snow, Wyatt got up again and forced the µiyaς down, punching it across the face and throat several times before Number 66 used both of its feet to throw him off and charged at Wyatt.

Delphi panted hard, her entire right side, back paw, and tail stung painfully and she could see blood coming from various areas on that side. She heard the psychotic, gleeful thoughts of that monster in her head. But she heard something else. The French words of Alpha Raoul and Aunt Claire.

'Sasha, tire dessus!' (Sacha, pull it down!)

'AUGHH!!! ÇA BEÛLE!!!' (AUGHH!!! BURNS!!!)

'Tu peux y arriver Sacha, tu peux ---AAAAAHH!!!' (You can do it Sacha, you can—AAAAAHH!!!)

'Claire!!'

What? What were they—? Delphi let out a painful gasp, struggled to her feet, and started digging through the snow as fast as she could. THAT'S IT!! 

'Wyatt! I have an idea! Keep him busy!'

Wyatt gave a grunt back in return as he dodged Number 66's head-butt and countered it.

Hurry! Hurry! Delphi yelled at herself as she heard Wyatt get hit again.

HURRY!!

Another blow and roar.

AAH!!

Delphi's paw scorched as she found it. The hunter's sword the Alpha kept! Delphi shifted her fastest back to her human form and grabbed the silver hilt by the blade, causing her to let out a silent cry. Tears streaked down her face, but she grabbed the burning hilt tighter and ran toward the µiyaς just as it once again was about to drive its nails through Wyatt. 

With a scream, Delphi drove the sword through its back causing the hit area to start to turn black as it shrieked in pain trying to get it out. It worked! Number 66 not just absorbed werewolf powers, but their weaknesses as well! With a roar, it turned to Delphi and smacked her against her face. With Number 66's back to them, Wyatt grabbed the sword, letting out a pained growl as he pulled it out and drove it back into the µiyaς's back again, making Number 66 scream louder and turn to Wyatt. 

Before he could hit him again, Delphi got up, painfully grabbed the sword, and stabbed the monster again. Just as Number 66 turned again, Wyatt grabbed the sword with another growl and drove it in again. Stuck in the middle of the two wolves, they kept driving the sword deeper and deeper into the tower of flesh until the µiyaς let out a shriek louder than the rest. The sword had pierced it heart. 

It fell to the ground, crawling and squirming like an injured spider away from them, turning back into the younger, smaller version of itself. Delphi and Wyatt panted hard as they saw the µiyaς screaming against a tree, not quite dead yet. Wyatt let out a growl as he started his way toward it, slowly shifting back to his human form. Delphi was right beside him, seeing that he needed support from his injuries and fatigue despite her own painful and limping foot. As they made their way to the front of it, Number 66 looked up at them as it twitched and breathed fast and hard with each movement. 

Dark colored blood was pouring out of its mouth as it looked at him, a weak laugh coming from it. "You know...that...that wasn't...f-fair at all." It looked directly at Delphi. "And you...you cheated a lot." More laughing came from its lips. "You know...they weren't supposed to die...it was...your present you gave away to them...y-you selfless, selfless, selfless, SELFLESS, SELFLESS, SELFLESS, SELFLESS, SELFLESS BITCH!!!!—but I don't blame you, not at all. I like to give gifts away myself—"

"Who sent you?" Wyatt growled venomously at it.

"Who indeed? I'm dying anyway, so not quite sure I wanna share," Number 66 laughed.

"Who sent you?! Tell us now!" Delphi glared at it, once again its eyes connected with hers.

"You know...using those powers against me is dirty," Number 66 spat up more blood. "Okay...I'll say...I die first. But you'll die second. Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon....Heh-heh....That rhymed....I like rhymes...I die first, but you die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon. I die first," The µiyaς pulled itself half way off the blade, "but you'll die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon." It then plunged itself back onto the blade, repeating the process as it recited, "I die first, but you die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon. I die first, but you die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon!"

"Stop it!" Delphi shouted, but it wouldn't listen to her as it continued to saw its heart through.

"I die first, but you die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon!! I die first, but you die second, Selene-less bitches fourth, I'd reckon!!! I DIE FIRST, BUT YOU DIE SECOND, SELENE-LESS BITCHES FOURTH, I'D RECKON!!!! I DIE FIRST, BUT YOU DIE SECOND, SELENE-LESS BITCHES FOURTH, I'D RECKON!!!!!!!"

A faint pop was heard and it spat up more blood, causing Delphi to flinch. Number 66 weakly looked up at them—looked hard at Delphi—with a grin on its face, the rotting, black flesh reaching up to its face quickly. "I die....first...you die second......Selene-less...bitches fourth...I'd...reckon..." The black flesh consumed its face as it fell over dead, a wicked grin on its face.

Delphi winced and looked up at Wyatt before they moved away from the body and against a tree. Delphi fell to her knees as Wyatt hissed. Delphi and Wyatt looked at each other. Wyatt's face had blood coming from it and several cuts, his jaw semi-swollen and bruised, but that wasn't the worst of it. Delphi looked down at the large piece of wood still in his shoulder. She looked up at him in the eyes and he only nodded at her. She nodded back, grabbed the large plank with her left hand securely, and tore it straight out the wound, causing him to grunt. She then leaned forward and started gently licking the healing wound, both disinfecting it and allowing it to heal faster. Seeing it closing up, she moved to the bite on his arm. As expected, the bite wound was already healing and now looked more or less like a gash, but still Delphi ran her tongue over it. As she did so, she laced her fingers with his. After that too was healed, she sat up and licked the minor wounds on his forehead, cheeks, and jaw. 

She pulled back after, but Wyatt stopped her. Looking down at her injured leg and seeing how it bent the wrong way, Wyatt looked at her and breathed a deep breath in. She followed suit as he did, understanding him. He then grabbed her foot at the base and right above the point of injury, and twisted it back in place, causing Delphi to throw her head back and let out a silent cry. Her body half attempted to follow in spasm, but Wyatt held her gently, yet firmly still. After a few moments, she breathed as the pain slowly started to subside. Wyatt then pulled her close and licked the open wounds on her right side. After doing so, they looked up silently at each other and Wyatt held Delphi in an embrace, no words needing to be said.




Omega Pride Ch. 09



It would take an hour or two before their bruises healed up, and another couple of days before Wyatt's and Delphi's few broken ribs healed up entirely. The trip back was a little more than agonizing. Fortunately, they had packed spare clothes, and Wyatt hadn't destroyed his parka when it came off. 

The jet flight home was met with silence, but Wyatt could see Delphi's fingers were pale and shaking. Was she scared? He lightly reached over and grabbed them, startling her just a little. 

'Delphi?' He projected compassionately.

'Can we talk about it when we get home? Please?' Delphi projected back softly, stopping any possible question before it started. 'I need to run when we get back, then we can talk about it.' 

Wyatt looked her in her eyes and nodded in understanding, but he didn't take his hand off her, sensing that she'd start shaking again if he let go.

~*~*~

Emmanuel saw them when they got back to the airport in Jackson and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it the moment Wyatt shook his head at him. As they entered the den, Wyatt scooted out from his spot next her to open the door for her. She looked up at him and after a small moment, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her hand lightly against his face and his behind her head. After a moment, she let go and looked at him with a small smile before stripping down, changing to her wolf form and sprinting off into the wood.

Here, she felt so much safer. Her ribs, foot, and tail held a dull ache in them, but that would soon pass. In truth, deep inside Delphi, since she found out that her wolf would be the one in control of her blackouts, she also felt a dull ache. Not just in her mind or body, but in her soul as well. She couldn't understand why her wolf would do so and not even let her know. She also couldn't understand why her wolf would do this in the first place. 

Even as she ran, she found herself with chills again. The dying words of Number 66 replayed several times in her head, but she didn't know if it was what he said or something deeper that kept unnerving her. What was it? 

Delphi closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind as she ran through the forest, pushing herself until her lungs burned, her muscles ached, and her injuries could barely take the strain.

 'I die now, but you'll die second. Selene-less bitches forth, I'd reckon.' 

The phrase kept repeating in her mind endlessly. What did Selene-less even mean?

Breathing deeply, Delphi looked around her carefully before shifting back to her human form. She let out a sharp yet silent scream as she did so, falling to her knees and covering her ears. A shift had never hurt before, but it wasn't just the shift. Her mind spun around and round quickly, her heart beating irregularly, and her breathing was off. 

"W...What's happening?" Delphi whispered as she hissed, swearing she heard a sharp whine in her head as she spoke those words. 

Did that belong to her wolf? 

Or her? 

What? 

Who?

What's going on?!

Is that my voice?!

She heard her own echo in her head combined with barks, whines and yelps. "S...stop it....! Stop!" She growled out loud as she continued to shake, hearing the barks, whines, echoes, and howls range from loud to dull in her head as she spoke and even so much as thought. "Haven't I gone through enough for the week?!"

"No...I don't think you have..."

The sudden voice made Delphi freeze. Slowly, she looked up, seeing a rather androgynous person looking at her...with a sniper rifle pointed at her face. That voice...

"Number 81? What...what are you doing here...?" Delphi whispered. The sounds in her head didn't go away. Even with the rifle in her face, she was having a hard time focusing, her brain starting to feel like it was splitting itself apart.

"You know, I've never sniped someone up close like this before..." Number81 spoke coolly, "but then again, I've also never hated and been so pissed off at a single person who killed one of my comrades before either..."

Between the sounds, the splitting headache, and the strange dullness of Delphi's body, she felt...

Numb.

A single shot was fired and it echoed clear across the Bridger-Teton.

~*~/~*~

That's it for chapter 9~. Something I can finally say now that it's revealed. The reason for the fact that some parts translate directly to English when Delphi's awake and has to be translated when she's not is because she can speak English and perfectly understand it so any French she hears is quite easy and interchangeable. As for when she's asleep she can only speak and understand French as a child, and though she has memory from when she's awake, she hadn't learned it when she was a child yet. Forgive me if this didn't completely make sense.



Omega Pride Ch. 10



The 10th installment of Omega Pride!

To be honest, I was entirely excited about writing this chapter, more than any other chapter written.

Just one thing for you guys to know. The word cognomen means surname or nickname.

As always, thank you MythOFreak and L.L. I couldn't get all this down without you guys.

From this point on, we're looking at about 4 to 5 chapters left in the series, give or take some.

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Almost nothing.

Almost nothing but growls, barks, whines, and faint whispers reached Delphi's ears. She heard almost nothing as Number 81 grunted in pain as the wind was cut by a powerful arrow, nailing 81 in the shoulder blade, causing the fired bullet to go straight up into the sky. She heard almost nothing as a large figure appeared and cut Number 81's arm that held the rifle clean off, producing a silent look of shock across 81's face. She heard almost nothing but growls, barks, and whispers as a thin, blunt object pierced straight through Number 81's throat, causing the dark crimson blood to pour forward and the sounds of choking and gasping for air to escape 81's lips. Delphi stared blankly at everything going on around her, those noises never once ceasing, yet her numbness made them feel like almost nothing.

"Y...you...?!" The sound of the μιγάς's whisper was nearly drowned out by the growls as a dark skinned figure peaked out from behind the side of 81.

"Yes. It is I," a female's unfamiliar accent was heavily accompanied by a rumbling growl.

"Ah...we should have known," 81's voice came out in a whispering, blood clogged rasp, "we've been trailing you for years...such a shame.... Well, we now know...where your loyalties lie..."

"They were never with any of you to begin with, μιγάς," The growl and bark almost drowned the female's voice out completely, "but know I will no longer be going anywhere. Rest easy knowing that."

"What a horrible sense of humor—" Number 81 was about to let out a weak chuckle among the barks before a matching thin, blunt object joined side by side with the first, pulling it up straight through 81's skull and splitting it in half. Number 81 dropped dead to his knees and fell over on the thin layer of frosted grass, his blood quickly growing cold as it coated the ground.

Delphi continued to stare blankly, her sight starting to shift painfully. In front of her, she at first was seeing a light brown, gray, and beige female wolf in human form, but in each moment, she seemed to shift to a wolf and back, over and over again rapidly and endlessly. The she-wolf held two Sais in which she spun quickly to remove the blood off of them before putting them away.

"Excellent shot, Fu Zhen," The bark and whisper of a male Russian accent barely registered in Delphi's mind.

"Luka," The dark-skinned female with the Sais interrupted with a light bark, "now is not the time for praise. Bury the body far away from this place. Use caution with your return."

"Yes, ma'am." The faint sound of a large sword being sheathed reached Delphi's ears. Auburn hair and grey fur peaked out from the corner of Delphi's vision as she heard the body of Number 81 being be picked up and carried off. As those footsteps hurried away, she heard the sound of new, lighter ones approaching.

"Guarder!" The sound of a soft, Chinese female's whine approached them, her breathing a little heavy. "How is she? Is it already too late to stop the regression progress?"

"Let me worry about that," 'Guarder' spoke as she bent down to Delphi's level, her hair and face from the bridge of her nose down covered by light beige colored cloth. She moved her long, matching cape out the way and gently touched Delphi's face with the palm of her warm, yet worn hand, Delphi not quite feeling it and unsure of how a she-wolf could be touching her like such in wolf form.

"Delphinia, can you hear me?" The Guarder spoke to her softly, but Delphi didn't respond as the growls, whines, and barks got agonizingly louder, starting to engulf the last whispers of human words.

"My Guarder, we're losing her. If this continues, Delphinia and her wolf—" The Chinese wolf spoke, but was silenced with a quick 'shh', a growl in Delphi's ears.

The female raised her hand higher, touching the side of Delphi's temple, and staring her dead in the eye. It was then that several whispers, the thoughts of others rushed into her pounding head like a violent gale storm, causing Delphi to shake violently, her face became coated sweat, her ears burning red in anguish.

But a single voice, this Guarder's voice, broke through and commanded the most attention, 'I know you hear my words, young wolf. You know my voice, Delphinia. I will end your grief now. As the last to hold this command...I release you both from your bounds.'

In that moment, the growls, barks, whines, thoughts, whispers, all of it stopped. Peace and quiet shielded her mind. Delphi's vision and hearing became clear, but in the next moment a terribly sharp, burning pain ran straight through her mind, body, and soul, causing Delphi to let out loud screams in pain, her wolf mirroring her with an agonizing whine and howl. Memories started flooding excruciatingly fast through and between her and her wolf's mind and soul, every single missing strand from her blackouts, everything her wolf had done, and everything that she kept from her pieced harrowingly together.

As the last of Delphi's screams breached the afternoon air, she breathed hastily and short, her eyes darting around before she could finally bring herself to breathe slow and deep. Every breath she took then became new, fresh, distinguishable, and unlike the ones she took before. Her senses felt heightened to an unimagined amount, and an unknown weight had been removed; the hole she felt before was now gone. She looked up, finally taking in the female's eyes, the only part of her face that could be seen other than the skin surrounding them and a few curled strands of black hair on her covered face, but...

"Je... je te connais... (I...I know you...)" Delphi stared at her, recognizing the female's deep brown eyes and scent from a distant past, "Je te connais. (I know you.)"

A feeling of warmth and understanding entered the female's scent as the faint outline of a smile spread across her face behind her veil and entered her eyes. "Then that task is done—"

"Delphi!!" The sound of Wyatt's growl echoed the forest. Just as the female looked up, Wyatt tackled her to the ground, pinning her under his arm, his hand around her neck and claws slowly pushing out.

"Guarder!" The Chinese wolf was about to reach for her bow before she was quickly spun around and landed on her stomach against a tree, letting out a grunt as Emmanuel held her arms back.

"Careful now," Emmanuel warned, removing her bow and full quiver, keeping them away, "I would rather not harm a female today."

"Hey! Get off of—" The Russian male wolf had returned to see both females restrained, and before he could take another step, Conroy growled and had him in a hammerlock on the ground and unstrapped his sword and sheath. The Russian wolf growled deeply as he struggled against the stronger wolf.

"Don't fight, Luka, Fu Zhen," The female arrested by Wyatt spoke surprisingly calmly toward the other two before lifting her chin up at Wyatt, surrendering to him. "We mean you no harm and come to you in peace, Alpha of Delan."

"W...Wyatt..." Delphi got up, her body still weak from what just happened. She scented Adeline, Keric, and even Beatrix starting to get closer.

Wyatt looked over at Delphi, taking a quick glance at her to see if she was all right before focusing on the dark-skinned wolf under him. "Why have you invaded my lands? State yourself and your business here, wolf," he growled threateningly at her.

The female opened her mouth to speak, but she was beaten to the punch line as Keric walked past Delphi, sniffing the air almost rapidly before laying eyes on the she-wolf, his eyes widened and scent changed to shock.

"Samira?" Keric's surprised voice spoke the female's name, earning stunned stares from everyone present.

Wyatt tilted his head back slightly toward Keric, his sight not truly leaving the female, Samira. "You are familiar with this wolf, Keric?"

"Yes," Keric answered, his breath sounding a little heavy.

"I know her as well, Wyatt," Adeline spoke up, seeing Samira pinned. "She should be no threat to any of us."

Wyatt's narrowed eyes softened slightly, but his face remained serious and cautious as he slowly started releasing Samira's neck. "What is your business here? And what have you done to my mate?"

"I believe that it would be best if explanations and answers were left answered behind private walls," Samira spoke lightly, respectfully averting her eyes to Wyatt, "and with the strongest ears, Alphas and Betas, present."

'..Wyatt,' Delphi sent to him, sensing that Wyatt was still unsure about her, 'the third μιγάς that killed my pack came here and nearly killed me. She saved my life. All three of these wolves did.'

Wyatt nodded at hearing Delphi's words, and released his grip on Samira's neck, backing off her, but not before taking the two visible Sais from her waist, "Conroy, Emmanuel."

Emmanuel nodded and released the Chinese female, Fu Zhen, while Conroy let out a low warning growl to the Russian male, Luka, as he let him go. None of the three wolves made a move to attack as they steadily got up. Wyatt went over to Delphi, put his jacket on her, and held her close, projecting to her to make sure she was all right as all nine wolves headed toward the compound, the three foreign wolves closely watched by Keric, Conroy, Beatrix, and Adeline. Their watching was also accompanied by various other wolves, ranging from curiosity to caution, and even a little concern.

~*~/~*~

Wyatt sat down behind his desk with Delphi sitting right next to him. Along with Adeline, they gathered up all eight Betas and Denver (Wyatt, Adeline, and Florideen agreed that it was also best he attended), locking the doors behind them; Wyatt gave specific instructions that no one was else was allowed to attend or listen in.

"So why is it that you are here, Samira?" Adeline initiated the discussion, cutting all possible silence short.

"I believe it would be best to start from the beginning." Samira looked about the room at the five new wolves in the room. "My name is Samira of Iah. These two are my scions, Fu Zhen and Luka," at their names, they both nodded their heads respectfully and averted their eyes to the ground.

"Iah?" Wyatt asked, acknowledging their respect with a simple nod, "I am unfamiliar with that pack name. Is it a new group?"

Samira turned toward him and shook her head, "No, Alpha. In fact, it is the most ancient pack of wolves. The surname itself is one of the many names of the Deity of Transformation, but also is the cognomen of my own Guarder."

"What is a Guarder?" Delphi asked, hearing that word one too many times now. She could see Emmanuel and one of the female Betas, Naomi, nodding with her in agreement; the others must already be familiar with that word.

"Someone who is called to change a human into a wolf in which it is their sworn duty protect, guide, and teach the new wolf," Samira explained.

"Like a mate? I thought that humans were only changed by their mates," Delphi looked at Luka and Fu Zhen before looking back at Samira, surprise in her voice.

A sudden slight growl caught most of them by surprise. Keric immediately ceased his growling just as it began, "I apologize." He cleared his throat as if in an attempt to clear the developing disbelief in the room.

"That is not the case," Samira ignored the growl entirely as if it hadn't happened at all. "Many a wolf are chosen to change humans into wolves. They may be violent, but they are never entirely against one's will. Just like mating, it is a calling that becomes a need to accomplish, but this calling comes from The Deity of Transformation himself instead of The Deity of Fate and Mating. Left alone in the hands of solely mating, there would not be any nomadic packs and stationary packs would not be as numerous as they are in this era. But I digress. My Guarder belongs to the pack of Iah. To be more precise, he bore it. Most, if they wield the knowledge and knew that his true name is far too sacred to speak, would refer to him as The First, the first werewolf."

Murmurs of skepticism broke out among almost everyone as she spoke those words.

"Bullshit," Beatrix couldn't help but whisper louder than intended.

"There couldn't have been just one first werewolf," Marco said skeptically, and Elise nodded her head in agreement.

"The Deities would not be so cruel as to only make one," she added.

"It is true," Samira calmly denounced the scent and words of incredulity, "The First was the 18th son of the humans' Adam and Eve, one of their many children. Before the last of the nine Alpha Deities departed this world upon the rise of humanity, the Alpha Deity of Transformation felt a need to turn him. The other eight Deities, seeing their brother's actions, also blessed The First. Why else would we be able to change from humans into wolves? Why we are able to take on human and half-human forms? Why we can interbreed and turn other humans? We all descended from The First in one way, shape, or form. I do not smell of deceit. If you too believe in the Deities as I do, you would know this to be true."

"But I don't," Delphi stood up, challenging her, "I believe in Luna as do most others wolves in the world, and even she has only created us in pairs, separate from humans. And there was more than just one pair she created in the beginning."

Samira looked calmly at Delphi, the look in her eyes only changed to fall a little softer on her, "I knew in person your Luna—your Selene—Delphinia. She was brave, strong, beautiful, and free-spirited, but she was also prideful, stubborn, opinionated, and selfish. Your Selene was no Goddess."

Delphi paled slightly and swallowed as she slowly descended back into her seat. Samira did not smell like she was lying when she said that....

"I will ask again," Wyatt quieted everyone down as he spoke, folding his hands on the desk. "Why are you here?"

"My mission," Samira answered him, changing her stance. "Given to me by The First."

Everyone fell into complete silence as all ears' curiosities were once again on her. "My Guarder has had many scions, I being the fifth out of the twelve, but with his mate he also had many pups, over nineteen known. One such pup being Selene, and another being the Guarder of your pack and your two brother packs, Alpha of Delan. The one I speak of is another. Over 4000 years ago, around the year I reached my first millennia, I was more than ready to live for myself after learning so much from him. The First, however, requested of me to pertain to a mission: guard his eleventh pup, a daughter, by the name of Mirari. I accepted as I had watched her grow into a powerful, clever, yet headstrong, but beautiful wolf with her mother and father, and for more than 1,600 years, I did so. That is, until she met her mate."

Samira looked around at everyone before she continued, "That mate being the human well known even by most of the living world. Known by his conquests and conquers...he went by the name of Alexander III of Macedon, Alexander the Great."

She then looked back at Wyatt. "Alpha of Delan, I'm sure you might recognize this name's period as the time when Μιγάς first appeared among our history. At the time, I myself had very little recognition that they were about the world. I was focused on my mission to protect Mirari. To mate with Alexander without too much suspicion, she used the powers of her Iah bloodline to make everyone of Bactria believe that she was the daughter of Oxyartes of Balkh. She took up the name Roxana to seal her false identity. Foolishly, I had believed at the time that it was safe to end my mission, as Alexander truly did love her, and as a man, despite being human, was still powerful. I believed she would not be in immediate harm.

"I was wrong.

"When I had left on a pilgrimage to my ancient country of Egypt, I had found out that many descendants of Iah had gone missing with no apparent rhyme or reason. I had wanted to trace them out, but The First had commanded me to return to Mirari, to warn her and make sure that nothing would befall her. I returned to them, when they were stationed in Babylon, and told them of what I knew. Mirari had told Alexander who she really was. We were fortunate he cared very little about that, so he took in all the warnings given to him. Mirari did too, but I fear she may have known something I didn't at the time.

"In recorded history, it was said that Mirari miscarried a child in Babylon, a son. But that was for the child's, the daughter's, own protection. Mirari and Alexander instructed me to carry on my mission with that daughter and raise her as my own and to never return to them no matter how much I wanted to."

A sad tone entered Samira's eyes, voice, and scent. "Alexander had done many things to ensure than Mirari would not be exposed for who and what she was and to prevent that she too would go missing. He married others, and he expanded more land, no longer only for his own personal gain but also for her sake.

"This however, as history has shown, was not to succeed.

"Alexander was poisoned and murdered, and seven years later, the murder of Mirari and their second child took place. But these were not merely human-made murders, no. Μιγάς were behind them. They assisted those humans lusting over the power Alexander had, covering up their real goal to kill Mirari and Alexander IV Aegus. This sad fact took a long time to learn, due to the fact that I had taken their first child far away and traveled around the world, never settling too long in one spot. As for their child, I named her Eirene. I never left her, and I refused to make the same mistake twice. I taught her to shield her powers, block her scent, anything and everything I could to make sure that no μιγάς would come after her as they had her mother and brother. We had fled to Russia at the rise of witch hunts, wolf hunts, when more descendants of Iah, including Selene, had gone missing...no...were being murdered. The μιγάς were growing too large, overrunning the Roman Empire.

"I am sure you all know how your ancestors helped eliminate them, Alpha of Delan, and on behalf of all descendants and scions of The First, I thank you.

"Eirene and I had made our way to the Americas before 1440, but traveled between the Americas and Eurasia frequently. We had made sure as not to even be in the same areas as those who too shared the bloodline of Iah for their safety as well. I was careful not to go near other packs, and with the exception of being called to change Fu Zhen in 1839 and Luka in 1918, we avoided most humans unless we were to learn their languages to pass as them and avoid further detection. ...but once more, that did not end so fruitful. In 1957, Eirene, against all my wishes and judgments, met her mate in the Americas, a wolf by the name of Nathan...an Omega of his pack."

'No...' Delphi stood straight up, her eyes wide as Samira continued to speak. Those names...it couldn't be possible!!

"Eirene knew that he, as an Omega, would not survive very long outside the protection and stability of a good pack and Alpha. She also knew that she would be a danger if she did not do something about her blood, so to be with him, she forsook her powers, her blood, and title to become a normal wolf that joined his ranks as an Omega. 30 years later, after doing their best to avoid the Heat in fear of inheritance of the blood, they bore a pup. But only one," Samira gazed at Delphi as Delphi slowly shook her head, knowing now where she was going. "Delphinia Mirari...born of Méraudin, mate to the Alpha of Delan, and direct descendant and Great-granddaughter of The First, the bloodline of Iah."




Omega Pride Ch. 10



Delphi was at a loss for words, a sudden tightness gripped her throat and looseness in her legs. Her breathing came out sensitive and ragged, and returned to her ears quiet. She could feel their disbelief, the shocked stares of others in this room and smell their scents. It was impossible...she...she never..!!! Warmth reached out to her and she looked down at the source of it. Wyatt had grabbed her hand, and as she looked him in the eyes, she could see them full of understanding and support.

"What bullshit," Beatrix growled out of the quiet. She looked over at the eyes of Adeline and Wyatt, lowering hers. "Forgive me, Alphas, but I'm not going to just sit here as an outsider goes on and on about her miserable tale. For all we know, she could have had years to solidify this and make herself believe it to be real. I mean, Mrs. Delaney? A descendant of the "de facto" first werewolf? I don't believe so, and I won't be forced to believe it either." She got up off the wall and stormed toward the exit.

"Beatrix!" Adeline growled at her impudence, projecting something to her to make her stop just as she unlocked the doors.

"I understand, Madam Alpha," Beatrix spoke softly, her tone no longer as uncouth. She turned around to face Adeline, to face everyone, "but I will not stand here and take in what I don't believe." And with that she closed the doors after her, the locks of the doors sounded a little shaky as if she was repressing to slam them.

Naomi stared after her before looking over to Adeline, "Madam Alpha—"

"Let her go, Naomi," Adeline told her. "Lock the doors. She has her own problems she has to sort out and overcome; she is too blind at the moment to see the truth in front of her." Adeline looked over at Wyatt apologetically. All he did was close his eyes and nod slightly; the weighty air never once changed its effect.

"Anyone else?" Wyatt asked deadpan, looking about the room at the other Betas and Denver. They didn't move an inch outside of getting more comfortable where they sat or stood.

It took a while, but Adeline was the first to speak, "I understand and scent you aren't lying, but Beatrix did have a point. How can puppy—"

"Delphinia has inherited many traits from The First and the powers of Iah. The most prominent trait being her eyes," Samira was quick to reply before she finished asking, "The Blue Grey of the sinful flooded world's skies as from what The First saw when he and his mate were spared by the Deities, and the orange ring of The Deity of Transformation's holy, everlasting Hunter's Moon. As for her powers, I'm sure both she and the Alpha have noticed them."

"M...My—" Delphi's eyes shifted slightly.

"The powers of Iah lie in the senses. We have all inherited some such as scenting out emotions and others, projecting, and healing our own and others wounds by licking them, while Alpha wolves can give a command with their voices. But for those who are blood descendants of The First," Samira focused on Delphi, "They can do so much more, even compared to we scions of The First, who inherit the powers to some extent. For an example, there is blood descendants' ability to hear thoughts."

Delphi's face paled slightly as she recalled the previous week.

"They do not read other's minds as most may think, rather, they hear what lies on their minds. They are not limited to just wolves, but can hear the thoughts of humans and μιγάς as well, including the words of those that have long since passed away," Samira told them. "Their sight, just like Alphas, can give commands, allows them to do so by merely making eye contact with someone."

Delphi's thoughts flashed onto Number 66 and what it meant when it said that using those powers were unfair, and even earlier when she had looked at Lain and demanded that she stop calling her Mrs. Delaney; she hadn't called her that since.

"But unlike an Alpha, where when giving a command the wolf commanded could chose not to, a descendant could command any wolf, any μιγάς, or any human and those commanded would have no choice but to obey." Samira looked at Wyatt, "when they touch someone or something that effects their past, their physical bodies go into a sleep-like state and revisit the past as long as they were alive during that time."

Delphi and Wyatt met each other's recognizing glances, remembering the two "dreams" she had: the one when Number 78 had shot her and the other when they had visited the old Méraudin pack lands.

"And was there something for their healing properties?" Denver asked, genuinely curious now.

"Yes," Samira responded matter-of-factly, "they can heal from injuries faster than other wolves, resist even the most concentrated silver better, and leave no scars behind to tell the tale."

"So your mission...was to protect the descendants of Iah, those from Mirari's line," Elise clarified after a brief bout of quiet.

"It still is," Samira turned to face Elise, "I cannot complete it until—"

"Il est? (It is?)" Delphi interrupted her, quiet anger starting to build behind her tone, "If you were supposed to protect me...then where the hell were you, where the hell were any of you 14 years ago?"

Samira turned slowly back at Delphi, the look in her eye shifted to sadness, "Delphinia—"

"Where the hell were you?!" Delphi interrupted, her eyes not even glowing as she exploded, "My birth pack was killed! The μιγάς massacred them! I went through two abusive packs! I remember what they did to me now! I ran from other wolves, other packs out to kill me! I lived alone for 14 years and suffered for it! Where the fuck were you three if it was—my bad—is your mission to protect me?! To protect my mother?!"

'Mate...' Wyatt projected to her, but Delphi shook her head. She had to get it out now.

"No," Delphi's lip trembled as an angry glare was cast on her face as she kept her eyes on Samira, Luka, and Fu Zhen, "All three of you let them die. You didn't even bother! Protecting me, my ass."

"It is my mission, not my scions, Delphinia, and I had no choice," Samira told her steadily, but the smell of melancholy and deep regret lay heavy in her scent. "It was not my duty to protect the Méraudin, but I wanted nothing more than to protect Mirari, Eirene, and you. I myself, with the limited powers The First had blessed me with, have gone often into the past and warned them, but that is what strengthened their resolve to let themselves die to save their line. Your pack died to protect you, Delphinia. They chose to. The μιγάς didn't even know you existed. The μιγάς offered that the Méraudin give your mother up and the pack would be spared, but your pack didn't take that proposal, and they refused to let Eirene give herself up either. Your mother remained at the den and told you to collect firewood so that they wouldn't find you, and know that another descendant of The First was alive there. You were important and loved enough that they were all willing to sacrifice themselves for you.

"I couldn't be with you as the μιγάς had me under watch, until this day. They knew that I would be with a descendant of The First as I have been so in the past, so I had to keep my distance from you since you were born, visiting only on the rare occasions when it was safe. I had continued to watch over and aid you from a distance while you were traveling on your own."

"When?" Delphi had a quiet, icy, and cynical tone in her voice, "How could you possibly have helped me?"

"During the siege and revolt against the Stenpryde pack, it was I who protected you from getting killed by a Beta and allowed you to escape," Samira replied. "I was forced to leave you for two years as the μιγάς had seen that I had gotten into a conflict that didn't involve me in any way, but when I did return to you and when you ran from the Oakens' pack, it was my scion Fu Zhen who shot and killed the Delta wolf pursuing you."

Delphi closed her eyes as she remembered hearing a voice, Samira's voice, telling her to run when a Beta male of Stenpryde tried to kill her and the two, Luka and Fu Zhen, clearing her a way out for her to escape. She also remembered her wolf running, blood dripping from her lips and an infuriated wolf in Anthro form giving chase, the scent of blood, his blood, hung heavy in the air. And as she ran, she remembered hearing arrows whistle over her head and the dying yelp of the Delta male.

"And when it came to humans, not all of them would have assisted you as kindly as they had had I not commanded some of them to," Samira explained. "I could not insure you had a bed every night—that would require me to get too close, but I did insure that you were safe, that you learned the skills necessary to survive among humans. I no longer needed to control the humans once you came to Wyoming, and when I discovered that you were to mate the Alpha of Delan, I was surprised...and at first dismayed. But I long knew of their strength, and with their long held title, I knew that you could not be safer, especially compared to your mother and Mirari. Even then, I could not take any chances, especially since a μιγάς was present in Wyoming and so close by. When you left this compound, I had tried to command both the humans you sat in the car with to bring you back to Jackson, or at least back to Cheyenne, where you would have passed the μιγάς by, but you refused to. You took control of the husband of the female and commanded him to drop you off at the nearest station, the one in the same place as that μιγάς."

Delphi's mind flashed back to when she ran. She had controlled the human male...what was his name? Kenneth? And his wife, Barbara? Was that why what she had said that day didn't make sense?

"As well, when you and Alpha went to Quebec, I tried to warn you, Delphinia, not to return as I knew that a μιγάς would be there. But you dismissed it since you thought being with the Alpha shielded you from others thoughts," Samira added.

So...so that was who Delphi was hearing before she left? She had thought it was a part of her imagination! Delphi looked down, feeling her anger deflate a little.

"Wait," Florideen spoke up, "Alpha, if I may, but a little while ago, Mrs. Delaney had said that she...remembers her past now...how is that so?"

The attention was back onto Delphi right after Luka gave a quiet cough. "I don't know," Delphi said, looking around before looking back at Samira, "She had done something to me. Right after they killed the μιγάς, she touched my head, and I could hear her project something inside my mind, something like....she releases me from my bounds."

"What bounds is she talking about?" Wyatt asked, his eyes narrowing.

For once, Samira didn't answer immediately, hesitating to answer the question. Samira gave a quick glance over to her scions; Luka took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, while Fu Zhen seemed to be bracing herself. Samira looked back at Wyatt and Delphi; her words came out carefully,

"When you were born, Delphinia, both your parents and I felt it best that you and your wolf were sealed."

"Que? (What?)" Delphi stared at her in disbelief, almost losing balance as she moved to straighten herself out; even the same look appeared on Wyatt's face as well.

"Your mother had learned to shield and block her scent throughout all of her years, and eventually she learned to rid herself of most of her powers and strengths. But you, Delphinia, you were but a newborn, and the moment you were born your presence was sure to be known. The blood of Iah knows no bounds and would have let any wolf around know that you were special and different from them. We could neither teach you nor your wolf to block off your powers and presence, so, with the little power that your mother still had and the powers I possessed, we commanded you and your wolf to become submissive, to become the Omega wolf you are and were born into," Samira closed her eyes as she spoke.

"WHAT?!" Pure shock and rage filled Delphi's disbelieving face, her hands balled up into fists.

"Your human nature was easy to mold and shape into a good Omega wolf as that was how the Méraudin raised and treated you, and we only had to keep commanding you once every few months before the command finally stuck in your tenth year," Samira's scent of regret grew with every word. "Your wolf half, however, remained challenging. We had to keep commanding your other self weekly, until we decided that it was best that she would remain just as submissive as you when you were awake, and only in times of great danger, pain, or threat would she be allowed to take over and defend.

"However, we needed to make sure your human half would not be aware of it, so we made it so you would blackout and become dormant every time she did. To further that process, we commanded that you would not always listen to your wolf, ignore your instincts, and depend on your human choices, including coming up with your own reasons to why things have happened. For your wolf, we commanded her that she was not to tell you, no matter how much she wanted to. All this shielded you off from being recognized as a descendant of The First, and would let you pass as a mere wolf, and even as a human.

"Alas, there were larger shortcomings. If someone were to recognize you as a descendant, you would have very little to protect yourself with if your wolf didn't take over to protect you or if my scions and me weren't present. Another shortcoming was what happened in the forest today. The chance that your human half became aware of your wolf half's actions and personality would lead to a mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual collapse within yourself. The two halves would become unstable, almost certainly making you fall into a coma until only one side emerges from it. At the very worse, both sides wouldn't have emerged...and you would have died."

"So you...controlled and brainwashed me..." Delphi felt her anger rebuilding inside of herself, memories of such command sessions flooding through her mind along with how many times she had been scolded and disciplined by her parents and others for acting like who she was.

Wyatt was growling throughout her entire explanation, "How dare you do something that detrimental to my mate?!"

"I never thought a wolf would resort to that kind of thing on another wolf, especially one who knew the possibilities," Emmanuel spoke up, along with many others voices of heavy disproval.

"We knew that there would be very high risks," Samira spoke amongst their anger, "But with the power Delphinia has, she would have easily been sensed and killed by the μιγάς. We had no other choice—"

Delphi removed herself from behind the desk quicker than she ever moved before and grabbed the beige cape around Samira's neck, gripping it tightly in her fist as she picked up her other fist as was about to slam it hard in the face of Samira.

But she stopped.

Delphi glared painfully at her, her fist shaking, her teeth clenching. In the back of Delphi's mind, she could see the worried and fearful face of her mother right after she scolded her.

All of the fear.

And she now understood why.

Delphi's eyes were glassy as she looked at Samira intently in the eye. "All of this....you...my pack...my parents...what you all did...was for me. I don't know if I can find it in me to forgive any of you for doing it." Delphi shut her eyes tight, remembering Ninon's final words to her before looking back her, blinking away tears. "But I will be grateful...and as the last one living, through all that they have done...you will find a way to repair the damages you have caused...Même si elle vous tue. (Even if it kills you.)"

With that, Delphi let Samira go with a push, the silence in the room showing the surprise and concurrence in Delphi's actions. Delphi gave Wyatt a quick glance before she stormed toward the doors, unlocked it, and slammed them after her as she headed toward the back of the manor outside.

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Wyatt couldn't believe all of this. This explained so much, but there was so much to take in. The air was overflowing with heaviness and stress.

"She left before my Guarder was finished—" Fu Zhen started up, but Wyatt let out a frustrated growl.

"We are done here." He casted angered eyes on the trio, "all three of you, leave. Now."

Samira looked over at Wyatt, "I'm afraid I cannot do that, Alpha of Delan."

"What?" Wyatt growled deeply as he stood. This problematic wolf dare challenge his word?

"The μιγάς, Alpha. There are not only three of them," Samira warned, "And I believe there is a reason as to why they are attacking and killing off the line of The First."

This sparked brand new attention from the agitated wolves. Wyatt growled lowly, "Explain yourself."

"Μιγάς travel in multiples of threes, no more, no less. They have done so since they first appeared in this world," Samira explained. "During the year of the Méraudin Massacre, seven other descendants had been murdered. All with three μιγάς on each target. One of them stayed behind, another traveled the direct root any survivor could have taken, and the other searches them out the long way around. They are organized, Alpha of Delan, something that has been becoming more noticeable with each new Iah death. At first I was unsure what it was they wanted and why there were doing this. I was unsure if they merely wanted to kill off any wolf, like hunters, but when I realized that they target those only of my Guarder's bloodline, it became a much graver situation."

"What do you mean, Samira?" Keric hadn't spoken in a long while, his voice seemed quieter compared to normal.

"Those with the blood of Iah not only carry The First's powers, but also the powers of Ankh, Life, indirectly linked to the Alpha Deities of Life and Death themselves," Samira explained, not looking at him. "Just as mates are linked to each other, just how when one's mate dies, the other goes mad and eventually dies too, we are all linked to the bloodline of Iah. If The First and all of his descendants were to die, all wolves of this world would die as well."

Several faces paled in the room. "How many descendants are alive now?" Conroy asked her, his arms folded.

"I am unsure. But I do know that many if not all of the first 15 pups he and his mate bore have been killed. Many of their pups, their pup's pups, and even further down the line have been murdered as well," Samira looked down before looking back at up, "but regardless of the numbers that are alive and dead, I know that Delphinia's life is on the line.

"It took me far too long to conclude to this next bit of information, but in the ancient days of the μιγάς, not just several wolves went missing, but several human females went missing too. Not many human females have gone missing in this era, but I believe that they were used to breed new μιγάς during that time. That means that it couldn't have been a μιγάς that started it all." Samira paced back and forth a little bit. "It had to be someone who already knew of wolves, someone who didn't mind bringing harm to humans, and someone who knew the outcome of slaying the descendants of The First. Most wolves to this day do not even believe in The Deities let alone the first werewolf and his descendants, so the only being it could be would have to be a descendant themselves."

"But why would another descendant bring harm to members of their own pack?" Wyatt folded his hands together, "and who could it be?"

"Those truths are still clouded by shadows, Alpha of Delan," Samira spoke sadly, "but I do know this: Whichever descendant it is that is producing, controlling, and commanding all these μιγάς will stop at nothing until every living descendant of The First is dead. And now that they know that one is here, it is no longer a question of if they will strike, but a matter of when and how they will."




Omega Pride Ch. 10



"And this is why you wanted all the Betas included to listen," Marco concluded, "so none of us will be left out of the loop."

"With the exception of Beatrix, Mrs. Delaney, and the rest of the pack now," Emmanuel added in a smart-aleck tone, earning him a well-deserved glare from Wyatt.

"Yes. For these reasons, it is why I cannot leave, and why I with my two scions come before you." Samira then bent down on one knee, Luka and Fu Zhen followed suit, "I beg of you Alpha of Delan, my scions and I humbly request to be allowed to join your pack."

The scents of mixed emotions and indecision whiffed into the air at Samira's request, almost drowning out the heavy silence in the room.

"Please, Alpha," Samira presented her neck to him, more emotion filling her scent. "I know what was been done has caused many complications, and many deaths of late, but I am the only one who can help train and mature Delphinia's inherited powers for the forthcoming battle. I have failed twice to protect those whom I love; I do not wish to fail my Guarder and Delphinia a third time."

'Wyatt, are you sure she should stay?' Adeline projected to him. 'None of her words came out as lies, but there may be more she isn't telling us.'

'I trust her, Wyatt,' Keric projected, a slight growl in his voice, 'but I do not know about her scions. They have contributed too little to all of this.'

Wyatt closed his eyes as he thought on it. "Answer me these two last questions, Samira. Why is it that Delphi's powers started to manifest before she was aware of her wolf's thoughts and actions?"

"Because of you, Alpha," Samira replied softly. "Just as most humans who mate with wolves get turned themselves, when you mated Delphinia, her inherited powers started to reawaken to respond to the Alpha powers in your possession. And because of your lineage and strength, it allowed them to awaken far more than if she were to have mated with any other wolf."

Wyatt got up and moved in front of his desk. "The other question I want answered. Are you only here for your mission to aid Delphi? Nothing more or secret in your agenda?"

"There is nothing else, Alpha." There was heavy resolve in Samira's voice as she spoke, leaving no room for lies and hesitance. "I merely wish to serve her and by extension, you and the pack of Delan."

Wyatt gazed hard at her, his nose twitched slightly at the smells of anger and hurt suddenly developed in the room.

"Keric?" Adeline asked him, surprised the scents were coming from him.

"I...apologize," he replied shakily, saying nothing more.

Wyatt turned his attention back onto Samira. After a moment, he nodded. "You three may stay. Once I speak to Delphi, we will see what will happen, and if your duration here is a permanent one or not."

"I understand," Samira bowed her head, relief in her voice. "I thank you, Alpha."

"So, what shall be done right now, Wyatt?" Adeline asked him.

Wyatt looked at her and everyone else in the room, "We prepare. Marco, how far have you reset the security and surveillance system while I was gone?"

"Around the pack den and all along the gates, Alpha," Marco stood erect, sensing the change in mood.

"I want you to set up hidden surveillance cameras throughout the forest," Wyatt instructed, "since building a gate all the way around would do little except make the humans suspicious. Enlist the help of Thetas and Omegas if your team isn't enough."

"Yes, Alpha," Marco nodded his head and left the room.

"Conroy, I want you to find Beatrix and both of you are to develop teams among selected warhounds to guard and make rounds around the compound and our surrounding lands: forests, human populated areas, and rivers, all included. We do not need them catching us off guard again."

"Sir," Conroy nodded before he too left to find Beatrix.

"Emmanuel. Naomi. You will safeguard the manor. How are the safe rooms?"

"Underused and most likely not in the best shape, Alpha," Naomi told him.

"Then those rooms are what you two and your help will focus on once all the maintenance are done on the manor," Wyatt then focused on Elise as Emmanuel and Naomi left, Elise already taking out a pad from her pocket and the pen that was always behind her ear.

"I'll add more to our budget to cover the costs of these upgrades and make sure everything balances out Alpha," Elise wrote down what she needed to do. "Should I also inform the other Wyoming packs?"

Wyatt thought on it before shaking his head, "The more we involve other packs, the more likely there will be casualties, and going off of what Samira has said, we cannot wait for them to believe us if we explained the situation to them."

"Understood," Elise nodded her head respectfully to Wyatt and Adeline before she left.

"I will escort Samira to my—" Keric coughed and cleared his throat, "to a spare Beta room and her scions to spare Delta rooms."

"I very much would believe it best if my scions and I shared a room, thank you," Samira replied coolly and calmly.

What is with these two? Wyatt found himself wondering until it clicked in his mind. No. They were...?

"Do as she asks, Keric," Wyatt told him, "but Samira, any information on anatomy, weaknesses, strengths, and easier ways to take down the μιγάς you and your scions have, I want you to inform both Florideen and Denver immediately."

Samira looked over at Florideen and Denver in acknowledgement and then at her scions before looking back at Wyatt, nodding her head, "Of course, Alpha."

Keric hesitated slightly before nodding his head as well and led them out of the room, Denver and Florideen following out shortly afterwards.

It was now just Adeline and Wyatt in the room, and Adeline kept pacing back and forth.

"How are we going to tell the rest, Wyatt?" Adeline asked after a moment. "They are not going to believe this if we tell them everything, especially with how we just accepted wolves that easily rank high Betas—Samira maybe an Alpha—into the pack."

"We won't tell them everything," Wyatt replied; it was clear that that was on his mind too, "but we will tell them what to expect, and what needs to be done."

"And of puppy?" Adeline leaned against a chair. "They have the right to know why Delphi matters so much, and not just as the Alpha's mate."

Wyatt looked her in the eye as he took her words in. Telling them that Delphi is a descendant of the first werewolf was going to be harder to explain to everyone and as Delphi was... no. Wyatt faced forward.

She's not the same.

What she had done a little while ago, her words and her actions, she wouldn't have done them before. He could only do so much, but in order to convince them...

"Delphi's going to have to confront them," Wyatt looked back at Adeline. "Before we can say exactly who and what Delphi is, she is going to have to show them that she's stronger than they say. Otherwise, even though they will not smell lies, they won't ever take her seriously."

Adeline nodded her head in agreement. After another brief moment of silence, she sat up, "I'll alert them about the upcoming danger, Wyatt. I sense...that Delphi is going to need you right now, with everything she has learned."

"Thank you, Adeline." Wyatt watched as Adeline left before getting up himself and leaving to find Delphi.

~*~*~

Delphi paced back and forth, her arms folded across her chest as she did so. She could feel her wolf pacing as well within her, feeling the same exact thing she was feeling, and so close compared to ever before. Delphi remembered everything, all the pieces of the blackouts' puzzle fell into place....and she almost couldn't believe it.

'You have gone through...' Delphi shook her head as she corrected herself, 'we have gone through so much.'

Delphi remembered the few blackouts from the Stenpryde pack she had. One of those times being when she, as her human half, had pissed off a young Beta female a few years older than her. In response, she hit her, but that had been one too many strikes Delphi had received that day. She had blacked out; her wolf took over and beat the shit out of the Beta girl. When the Beta's mother went to check up on her daughter, Delphi was torn off her, thrown into a wall.

"How dare you, Omega brat?!" The adult female had said as she smacked Delphi several times across the face, "You will pay for your insolence!"

Delphi had spat out blood and growled at the female, speaking in her heavily accented and weak English at the time, "Bite. My. Ass."

She had taken every hit she received that day, but she would always return them back to her until the Beta's mate arrived and had Delphi wet with water, lashed, and...caged. That was when her human half took back control.

Then there was the Oakens pack, where the most blackouts occurred. Before, she could never have approached the door of subject, but she now had all the doors unlocked and opened. Delphi tightened her eyes closed as she remembered several incidents.

"Fucking bitch bit me!" A Delta male had screamed at Delphi after she had blacked out for refusing his advances; she thought she had blacked out from his punches.

Delphi growled at him and at all of the males that held him back from her.

"Relax. She's still young. She just needs her first broken into, that's all," his fellow Delta had told him.

"For an Omega bitch, she needs more than just a good breaking," another male glowered down at her.

"I intend to break this bitch! Just watch!" The Delta male barked violently at Delphi, struggling against his restrainers, "Just watch, bitch! I'll mate your ass, and I'll fuck you so hard, your cunt and ass will bleed, and it will hurt every time my dick enters it with how raw it'll be!! Just you fucking watch!!!"

Delphi had responded by growling menacing at him, her lips busted, her body covered in wounds, bruises, burns, cigarette and silver burn marks.

'Wow...one moment, she's begging meekly for her life, the next she boldly bites and growls at us like she's worth something. She really is such a strange fighter," the watching Beta male had laughed. A female Theta was on her knees behind him, a ball gag too large in her mouth, tears falling from her blackened, swollen eyes, but she had dared not try and look up at Delphi through their open slits, her spirit and wolf broken.

He had grabbed Delphi's hair hard and yanked her to her feet, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her yelp. The male had pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and breathed in her face before he put out the cigarette on her neck and caused her to grunt in pain.

"Heh," The dirty Beta smirked, "we're going to have to break that fighter spirit aren't we?" He had pulled her by her hair down the hallway, down the stairs, and into their dungeon, not caring what she hit on her way down.

And The Cages.

Delphi, even her human half, remembered and, to this day, hates those cages, hell any kind of cage for that matter. They were all far too small for even a wolf her age and size to fit in. They were coated in silver, so there was as little comfort to be found as a pair of scalding hot iron shoes. She had always remembered them so vividly, but never had she thought that her wolf remembered them more clearly than she did.

The Beta had thrown her inside, locked it, and watched her yelp, whine, and panic as she tried to feebly to avoid the surrounding silver that burned her arms, legs, feet, body, and even her lungs. He had left her in the pitch black, water-logged, and molding room for two weeks with the many other females as they screamed, cried, begged, and promised that they would never run away, obey, and "be good" , anything to be let out...But Delphi's wolf never gave them that satisfaction, no matter how many times she yelped, whined, and cried. She took all they threw at her; her spirit never shattered; it only made her stronger.

Delphi remembered that even after almost a year after that incident, they still couldn't break her wolf; they couldn't force themselves on her and succeed. But then came that fateful day, which was refreshed and now complete in her mind.

The Alpha of Oakens had been assassinated.

She hadn't heard exactly who did it on her human side, but she now remembered that her wolf had heard who did: it was a Russian wolf. He had gotten close to the Alpha in a matter of months and murdered him by decapitation. It...might have been that wolf, Luka. The entire pack was in an uproar and utter chaos. It had also appeared that the surrounding Pennsylvania packs had found out about his death, and as they too hated the Oakens, they were gladly going to finish off those pigs once and for all. Delphi remembered hearing a voice (she knew now it was Samira's voice) in her mind telling her to run for it.

As Delphi had reached for the nearest door, she felt the Anthro hand of the Delta male from before pick her up and slam her down into the ground, choking her, "Oh, no you don't. You remember what I told you a year ago, you filthy cunt?!" 

Delphi had blacked out from what she thought was the lack of air, but it was her wolf half that had gained possession and struggled hard against the bigger male, kicking him constantly in his balls, gut, chest, and solar plexus, not allowing him to get in between her legs. She had gripped tightly on his arm around her neck and fought until she succeeded in breaking his forearm that held her down. It had caused him to go from grunts of high agitation to screams of pain, and he had no choice but to let go of her, allowing her to escape out the door and run as fast as her body would allow her. But he had caught up to her far faster than she had thought he would.

"You bitch! You dare humiliate me? Well I don't mind fucking a dead broad then!" He kept swiping and snapping at her until he bent down close enough to where Delphi sharpened her nails and clawed his face deep, barely missing his eyes.

He stumbled away from her, and Delphi shifted into her wolf form and pounced on him, grabbing his snout firmly in her mouth. He struggled to get her off as she bit down harder and harder until she broke it, along with shredding his nose. He howled in pain and grabbed Delphi with his good arm and threw her into a tree. Delphi panted slightly before taking off in a run.

"You little shit! Where are you?!" He looked around as his sense of smell no longer worked. "Where the fuck are you, bitch?! Where the fuck—"

He spotted Delphi running as fast as her legs would carry and took off after her, "I'ma fucking kill you!!!"

Delphi ran even as her heart burned, but he was catching up to her once more. But she heard Samira's voice in her head tell her to duck. She obeyed and did so just as an arrow whistled right over her head, followed by two more until she heard the dying yelp of that Oaken Delta male. She had pushed her body and ran as far as she could nonstop until she collapsed and her human half found herself in Upstate New York.

All those memories, the truths that were shared today, these new feelings, actions, and thoughts that flooded her mind, all of it almost so overbearing...yet....yet....

"Delphi?" Wyatt got her attention, making Delphi turn sharply at him before immediately calming down.

"Hey," Delphi greeted him.

"How are you holding up?" Wyatt approached her.

"I've been better," Delphi replied, letting out a slightly bitter chuckle.

"Your memories, the blanks, they've returned?" He asked, gently rubbing her arm with his thumb as he faced her.

"Oh yeah," Delphi told him, not exactly looking him in the eye yet.

"Share them with me," Wyatt didn't want her to pen up what she was feeling.

"You won't like them, trust me," Delphi looked up at him then, "I don't even like them."

"Please, beloved," he moved his hand to the side of her face, seeing the emotions in her eyes, "Have faith in me."

Delphi searched his eyes in return, "Alright. I think I can...show you now." With this, she slowly opened the memories of her mind and projected them to him.

Wyatt closed his eyes and she waited, watching him. Soon after she could see him at first growling deeply and angrily, but as each new memory progressed, the hair on his arms became longer and thicker, and his nail turned into claws. The memories were causing a shift of pure anger to be on its way.

"Wyatt," Delphi grabbed his hand, causing Wyatt to open his eyes, the emerald blazing as they glowed.

Wyatt looked at his mate, his scent of fury mixed with the scents of hatred, remorse, helplessness, and grief. "I'm so sorry, Delphi," A growl was in his voice, his features slowly returning to normal, "I had no idea. I couldn't protect you. If only I had known—"

Delphi shook her head, "Don't worry yourself. I'm here now. Those days are long gone. ...And if anything, Wyatt, with these memories and everything that has happened today... I'm not scared. I'm not even sad." She looked down before looking back at him, her voice even and soft, "I'm angry. I had been living a lie, Wyatt. I was unaware about the lack of control and knowledge I had in my own life, even with the positive things. I knew very little about some of the events I went through and why they happened. Funny thing is...I don't think I would have cared before, about being out of control, and maybe, I would have even allowed it. Before, I would be afraid and I should be afraid that there are beings out there that want to kill me, but I'm not."

She looked down before looking at Wyatt with strong conviction in her eyes; continuing in the same voice, "Through our link I heard what was said after I left. If I have no choice but to train with Samira, then fine. If I have to confront the others, I'll do it. But I'm no longer going to just stand here and roll over. I'm going to take back control of my life, and move forward with what I have in it."

Wyatt stared into Delphi's eyes, sensing nothing but the truth from her. The corners of his lips twitched. There was the strength he knew she had.

Delphi looked at him and after a moment, she let out a slight smirk, rose on her toes and kissed him, and with no surprise, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed back.

No more. Things were going to change here.

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Thank you for reading Omega Pride this far and being patient with the story flow. I hope you guys enjoyed it~!