5 years prior
"Absolutely not. Ignore this asshole," My bestfriend Mary said as she stood up and gripped my hand to help me sit up. "He is keeping it. So what do we do dock."
Hmph.
"Shhhh...."
I gripped the back of my neck as his hot breath fanned across it, making my body shiver in desire.
"Ah....fuck," he whispered as he leaned back, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other firmly gripping my waist as he thrusted into me at a fast pace. The wet sounds in the quiet room was so embarassing, but oddly erotic. "Fuck, your so wet."
I could feel my slick drifting down my legs, leaving a wet spot on the floor as it pooled beneath us.
I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as waves of euphoria washed through me, as he continued to hit a spot that caused for me to moan loudly, incoherently.
His thrusts became faster but shallow, as he leaned in licking the side of my neck; his fangs grazing it. "You smell so fucking delicious. Lavendar. I thought you were a beta?"
I didn't know if he expected a response, but I was close to coming. "P..p..please pull-"
He slapped his palm over my mouth as he pulled my body up straight, causing me to lay my head on his shoulder as he continued thrusing into me. The spot he had been hitting before, was now being grinded into as my mind went blank, forgetting what I was even trying to say. "I'm close, baby," he growled, before I felt his fangs pierce the nape of my neck.
I came instantly, waves of pleasure running through me as I caught a natural high, coming on the floor.
The only thing left was the sound of our heavy breaths, as he continued to spill his seed into me.
As the wave of pleasure dissipatated, reality came crashing down and I immediately jerked away from him, as I hurriedly pulled my pants up.
"Hey, where are you-" I shot out of the locker room, filled with despair. My parents were gonna kill me. I mean I was 17 years old now, but I had did something that went against a werewolves law. Not only had I mated to another werewolf of a different pack while in heat, but he had marked me. I could still smell the sandalwood scent as it mixed with mines.
The only one who should ever bite the nape of your neck should be your mate.
How the fuck was I to know that after 17 years of being a recessive omega and never experiencing a heat it would happen on my last day of high school with a total stranger?
My parents raised me as a beta, not even my siblings were aware of my actual status.
I ran all the way home, sighing in relief when I saw no one was home. I quickly rushed to my room, taking a quick shower to wash his scent off of me.
Fuck!
There was no plan b for male omegas. The only thing I could do was pray that due to being recessive, the possibilites of me being pregnant was almost slim but possible.
I put a band-aid on the back of my neck as I brushed my sandy blonde hair over it to hide from my parents. My father was a beta so he couldn't smell phermoes, and I hoped my papa wouldn't smell the faint difference in my scent. I would blame it on a scent diffuser or something.
I flopped onto the bed, groaning as I put the pillow over my head.
"Seriously, fuck my life," I said, sighing. I had hated that damn gym for the 4 years of my highschool experience, I nervously. The last thing I expected was to be fucked in it. I wasn't even into guys.
"I'll forget about today. That guy isn't in this pack, so maybe I won't see him ever again. I just need to forget about today," I said out loud nervously.
Sigh. Rolling over into bed, I eventually drifted off to sleep, deeply troubled.
*Two months later
"Congratulations! Your pregnant Mr. Chan," Dr. Lucy said cheerfully.
I scowled at her in annoyance.
Her smile dimmered, before she cleared her throat. "As you know with you being a recessive omega, this pregnancy will be extremely delicate...."
"Can I get rid of it?" I asked, immediately cutting her off.
"No!" She snapped at me. "As you know we only carry for 6 months, you're aleady too far along. We can't do an abortion, but we do have other options. Like adoption maybe? There are a lot of couples in our pack and as you know we can do a open/close adoption. You won't even have to meet the people."
"Absolutely not. Ignore this asshole," My bestfriend Mary said as she stood up and gripped my hand to help me sit up. "He is keeping it. So what do we do dock."
"He needs to take some prenatal vitamins. The baby is small, but healthy. Has a strong heartbeat. He needs to do a check up every week moving forward as a precaution. Eat healthy, reduce the amount of red meat you intake as well."
I frowned, glaring at the side of the red head standing next to me, which she blatanly ignored as she nodded at what the nurse was telling her.
"Well is it possible you can give us his discharge paperwork and his medical documents doc? Were gonna transfer him to my pack, so our pack doctor will need the required medical paperwork."
My eyes widened in shock. When the fuck had we decided this? I mean me and Mary were extremely close, but she was doing a bit too much here.
"Hey Mary... when did we disc-" she immediately snapped her eyes to me with a shut it expression.
I stayed quiet and she finished speaking to the doctor, before ushering me into her Toyota.
We both sat quietly for a short time before she finally spoke.
"I know who the father is," she said quietly.
My eyes snapped to her in surprise. Hell, hated to admit it but I didn't even know who it was. However, I was sure he was younger than me and definitely an Alpha.
"I don't want to know," I snootily said as I glanced out the window.
Sigh. "If his father finds out a male omega got pregnant with his child, he will kill you and your baby."
My head immediately snapped to her face, and uneasy feeling spreading through me.
"My father is a loving man, almost too soft for an alpha in his position if you ask. So no matter what your sub-gender is in our pack, we don't treat them unequally. It's actually a law, and one we take very seriously. However, his father is the complete opposite; an oppressor. They have ran all omegas, both male and female, out of their pack. In fact, he has even killed a few in his time. He won't hesitate to make you disappear. While they aren't exactly friends, he and Alpha Kenneth happen to have a treaty of some kind between them as he does business in this pack a lot. Which means the same way I can smell his scent, though light, his father will immediately know he is mated to you. He will kill you."
I soaked in her words, as nervous energy ran through me. My birthday was only a month ago in June and I was now 18 years old, mated and pregnant to someone I didn't even know. Now my life was in danger from my babies grandfather. Anger rushed through me, as I rubbed my forhead in stress.
"This isn't my fault. This would've never happened if that fucker wouldn't have touched me. This is his fault, not mines! So why the fuck should I be the one in danger?"
Mary tapped her hands on the steering wheel, nodding in agreement, deep in thought. She turned on her car, and headed the short distance to my house. "Were going to tell your parents we are mates. When the child is born, you can have her in secret. I'll help you raise the baby. I won't allow any harm to come to you guys. You'll be safe behind our pack walls," she said calmly, trying to sooth my anxiety.
If you haven't figured it out from her demanding demeanor, Mary was an alpha. Next in line for her pack. She had a promising future, while I hadn't even decided what I wanted to do with my life.
"Mary, what if you find your mate?" I asked.
She pulled into the entrance of my home, as she parked her car. "He's already dead," she whispered, looking away.
That's where I learned her mate was a rogue who had been killed while they were attacking her pack. Her wolf had sensed him, but he had been killed before she could reach him.
My heart clenched, as I reached over to hug her. Releasing my weak phermones to try and comfort her. My papa told me he did this whenever he wanted to help calm my father down.
Smack! Mary face-palmed me off of her, as she laughed humorously. "Seriously dude. You stink like him. Your phermones will only work on him now, unless he dies or someone else bites you. I'm surpried your parents haven't noticed a change n your scent. You even have a milky scent to it. Plus your kinda fat now."
"That's because his father is a fool, but his papa can smell a pregnant omega, recessive or not," my papa said, voice full of humor.
Gasp. I turned in shock, holding my chest in fear.
Mary narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously," Papa Jin, are you sure you aren't training to be a warrior? Even to my sensitive ears I didn't hear your approach. That's pretty impressive."
My papa smirked cockily. "I actually do have a bit of training. But thats a story for another time," he said turning his eyes to my, with a slightly cocked left eyebrow. "Nurse Jackie called. Quite the nosy chatterbox she is. Wanted to be the first person to call and congratulate me on becoming an upcoming grandpa."
I nervously shifted my eyes away, as I cursed that loud mouthed hussy.
"I mean, Trace, I knew before she called," my papa said casually, causing me to snap my eyes to him in shock.
"What? How?"
"Well besides you getting fat, and the fullness of your cheeks it was right around the time that whole chicken I cooked went missing and you tried to blame it on Tracy, who is practically a vegetarian," he said matter-of-factly. "You even have that bite mark, you somehow thought a band-aid would hide. It's been there for well over 3 months now. Your a werewolf, it would've healed immediately if it was any other kind of injury. To top it off, although your phermones are even weaker than mines, I could smell the immediate change in your scent from your last day of school. I just figured you would tell me when you were ready."
I embarrassingly scratched the back of my neck, as I let out an awkward laugh.
"Papa Jin..." Mary said seriously, as she gave a run down of my situation. My father came home that day and was given the storay as well, and my parent's weren't happy, they both graciously accepted Marys offer.
*4 years later
I remember the day my now normal live in my loving pack, had changed to an oppressive feeling as it seems eyes were always on us.
Me and Mary told everyone we were married, but we actually never did. We raised my son, Tristan wu Chan, as a mother and father figure. But underneath it all, there was no romance between us. Mary was set to take over being Alpha of her pack soon, but when she heard of the scenario that caused for me to move back here, she put everything on pause to be there for me.
While we didn't love each other romantically, we loved each other dearly as friends. She was my best friend and the mother to our son. She was signed on his birth certificate, carried her strong sense of character, and although they beared no resemblance all his mannerisms were similar to hers. He only had my asian features with his catlike eyes and sharp nose, but his plump lips and dark russel brown hair had to come from his father. Whoever the bastard was. Mary had shown me pictures, and I had learned who he was, but I refused to say it out loud. It was like a bad omen.
"Dad, if you look any harder you'll burn a hole through it," my son casually said as he and his mother leaned against the door frame, refraining from laughing at my jolt of surprise. I turned back around to see the whole cooked chicken that had caused me to think of my humble beginnings.
Sigh. "You are truly just like your mother," I grumbled.
Mary laughed loudly, a beam of pride pouring off of her.
Tristan smirked. I looked at him, and smiled back.
Tristan was an dominant alpha, unlike Mary. He wasn't necessarily rare, but they were special. He was already taking alpha training at just 5 years old, but he acted almost double if not triple his age.
The dangers of having him here infuriated me, and unfortunately, I had taken my frustrations out on my little brother. Something I'm sure Hinata had picked up on. Growing up, we weren't extremely close but I had doted on him when he was young. However, things changed when it seemed like my parents had started paying special attention to him after his sub-gender was revealed.
My father had learned that my omega traits were so weak there was no need to raise me as one, so I had been raised as a beta along side my other younger siblings. Hinata was raised with more care, attention, and my father especially babied him. Being back home, Hinata was my age when I had gotten pregnant, and my papa and father were still babying him as if he were a 10 year old.
However, after sitting down with my parents Maryand I discussed the reason we were suddenly called there and I had let go of my anger and frustration. While we weren't close, I actually loved all of my siblings. Just like it wasn't my fault, it wasn't Hinata's fault he was an Omega either, a dominant one at that. Knowing how Alpha Kenneth was playing with my families lives infuriated me. He was playing with my family like we were a game of chess. A dangerous one at that.
I had already given Mary an out, but she seemed extremely offended and had threatened to cut my balls off if I ever mentioned it again. My throat went dry, as I unconciously cupped myself, remembering the threat.
Mary smirked at me as if she knew what I was thinking of, before we heard the front door shut.
We both turned alert, to see a hesitant Hinata at the door, looking nervous.
"Uncle Hin," Tristan shrieked as he threw himself at my brothers leg.
Hinata let the nervous energy go as he laughed, smiling. He crouched down to hug his nephew. Hinata unknowingly released his vanilla phermones, causing for the pup to grip tighter and nuzzle his face into his neck.
Trace sighed as he looked at his little brother holding his son. His son had practically been sleeping with his brother since they arrived here, and Hinata had welcomed him lovingly. His siblings weren't even aware he had a kid, better yet he had been the once to give birth to him.
His family had accepted him immediately, loving and spoiling him. However, Tristan had taken to Hinata a lot faster than everyone else.
As an adult, Trace could see how kind and empathetic his brother was. However, he was unnaturally introverted and didn't seem to have a lot of friends beside the one chick who picked him up for school. Hinata may have been coddled a lot by his parent, but it didn't seem his brother had much of an easy life.
Trace's once annoyed feelings hand dissipated over time, as he grew protective.
He put aside his own fear, as he decided he would do anything to protect his little brother, his family. Even if it meant having to leave everything behind and starting new.
'Even if I have to slaughter everyone in this bullshit pack,' he thought darkly.
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