Ugh. The anger radiating off of him made my anxiety grow, but my papas calming phermones helped to keep me grounded. 

Despite my fathers anger, I wasn't worried he would hurt me. No, the worry was my father in a temper meant a grueling punishment. I'm talking a grueling work out regime that could last for months. I once spent a summer in the woods learning intense core training both in human and worth form to help grow my agility, because I had cut my brothers hair while he was asleep. It seemed extreme considering his hair grew back quickly.

"They know," my papa whispered, fear radiating from his body.

I could actually hear the sound of my father gritting his teeth as he clenched his fist. "Fuck," he whispered.

Sigh. "So what do we do now?"

I watched my father pace. "Maybe we should leave. I can put in a transfer request. I mean there's nothing wrong with even living as a lone wolf somewhere far from any packs. There are a few havens for wolves like that, but Hinatas stafety isn't guaranteed since they're considered no man zones. If we were to be attacked there would be no help."

"My safety? No man zones?" I hesitantly asked.

I felt my papa grip my hands, as he turned me to look at him. "Hinata I think it's about time you learn about my history. The reason why we never discussed my upbringing or your grandparents. Do you remember when someone tried kidnapping you when you were around 10?"

I nodded, feeling my hand tighten in my fathers hands at where this conversation was going with the dreadful memories. 

"Hinata, while I am a recessive omega we actually come from a very powerful bloodline. So powerful, that even when I was a kid I was kidnapped a few times myself and held for ransom. Each time ended in bloodshed," my papa said sqeezing his eyes shut.

My father gripped his shoulder, releasing calming phermones. 

"My family has only created alphas. There has never been a case where an Omega was born, but when my mother had me I was seen as a abomination. My own parents neglected me and if it hadn't been for the maids in my home I wouldn't have survived. With that being said, I grew up in a completely solitary like childhood. I was supposed to be the prince of the Gold Fang pack."

My eyes ballooned. The Gold Fang pack was a notorious pack of loyalty, known worldwide. They were something Akin to royalty. They were the aboriginal clan of werewolves. Most werewolves today were a descendant of the clan worldwide, but none were truly pureblood like that clan. Or blood thirsty. They were in our history books in school, the talk of slaughter and bloodshed with how ruthless they were, was a well known thing. 

My papa nodded his head watching my surprised, horrified expression. "Yes. My father was extremely aggressive and assertive growing up. The demand to grow up and become the next King lead to extreme intense training that started at the age of 5, but my body was too weak and my stamina had limits. This caused conflict in my pack, since the next king was seen to be weak. When I presented on my 10th birthday, I went into a horrible heat due to the amount of alpha phermones within proximity. My father almost killed me that night. I was beaten so bad I didn't wake up for almost a week. Over something I had no control over," he whispered the last part with a shudder to his voice.

Ahem. "My brother was born the following year and he presented at an early age as an alpha, my parents completely disregarded my presence even more after that. My father only ever rescued me to show anyone whoever would dare threaten our pack would be dealt with death. There was never any negoatiations. No one ever attempted to dare touch me after I was kidnapped at 12, but I would be beaten whenever I retutned home. No food, no water. 3 days. My father couldn't believe something he created could be so weak as to allow himself to get caught. I had a weak constitution, I almost died a handful of times due to his narrow views."

I felt my anger rise. My papa was an extremely gentle person. Caring. Loving. Nurturing. I had never seen him shout, raise his voice, done or said anything demeaningly to someone. 

"Male omega's are extremely rare. Oh, but Hinata listen to me when I say this," My papa said squeezing his hands tightly. "Dominant Omega's are even more rare. Royal Dominant Omega's are unheard of," he said solemnly."

"Royal?" I asked tilting my head questioningly.

"Yes. What you experienced today at school is almost unheard of. No other wolf should be able to shift without the full moon. Not unless you come from a pure blood line. We've tried our best to protect you. Your father got our paperwork forged just to get into this pack. If they knew what pack we had actually came from they would have never accepted us into this pack. Not at the threat of what pack I came from and who my father was."

"Well they know now," My father sighed as he returned to pacing.

"W-What does that mean?" I asked uneasily. 

"They will report to my father my whereabouts. Best case scenario, my father will come and get me and kill me."

"Best case?" I asked incrediously.

"Worst case scenario, he will come and take you Hinata," he said, but there was a hard tone to his voice. Something dark, sinister moved behind his eyes. "I will never let it come to that. We will leave and go into hiding before I allow that to happen."

"B-b-but why would he want me?" 

My papa looked at me silently as his eyes watered. "Dominant Omega's are something special. There are abilities that pose a danger to even Dominant Alphas. The ability to withstand an Alpha's command. The ability for a suggestion to be more compulsion. Speed. Hightened senses. Good health. Fast healing abilities. There is only one Dominant Omega in history in the Nordic lands of Ireland who ran his pack. He was extremely beautiful. However, his alpha killed him out of jealousy and the whole clan fell in war. It was eventually wiped out since there were mutiple men within the clan in love with him. No one could stand the thought of his death. See, these things pose as a threat in a pack."

I pondered that. I knew I was extremely sensitive abilities with my Speed and sense of smell, but I always thought it was something all werewolves could sense. I brushed that off to ask again, "But why would he want me?"

My papa brushed my hair back, rubbing my nape gently. I think he meant to do this to sooth me, but it seemed like it was an attempt to try and sooth himself instead. "Dominant Omega's are also known as not just creating Dominant Alphas, but S-Class Alphas Hinata. Special Grade. Almost indestructible. If my father were to learn of your existence he may kidnap you and attempt to breed you with an alpha he deems worthy to produce a powerful heir."

My body jerked away from my papas, revulsion coursing through my body. But the hand on the nape of my neck tightened, keeping me close as he put his forhead to mines looking me deeply in the eyes.

"I will never allow him to take you. I will die before I allow that to happen," he said vehemently.

"No one I dying!" my father shouted as he banged his fist in the wall, leaving a sizeable hole.

Knock. Knock.

The room went extremely quiet.

My father huffed loudly, dread spreading accross his face. My papa stood, drawing me behind him. Taking a protective stance. Shock shook through me as he slowly withdrew a sheath from behind his back slowly. He crouched slightly his silvery wolves eyes appearing as his fangs were beared.

My father slid slid a glock from behind his back his left hand removing the safety, as he slowly approached the door. "Who is it?"

"Open the door Alaric. Its Alpha Kenneth," my papa said dreadfully.