The Omega's Revolt (completed)

Act 1 - No Man is an Island

            It was customary for the Luna of the Tiger’s Eye Pack to host a formal lunch for the Alpha’s harem after the Luna Initiation ceremony but Rosalee couldn’t care less about traditions. She was here on a mission, not to win hearts and minds. Besides, was it even possible to win the hearts of she-wolves who probably hated her for sitting on the throne that their hearts desired?

            “Luna, you cannot cancel the luncheon just like this,” warned Nessa, who was now a permanent fixture of Rosalee’s life. 

            It was a Smith Clan tradition to include a female bonebreaker and a few female buttonmen in the Luna bride’s trousseau. On the one hand, it ensured that the Smith Luna was not alone and helpless at the Tiger’s Eye Clan, and on the other hand, it ensured that the Smith Clan Skipper always had eyes and ears on the ground. 

            Rosalee wasn’t naive enough to believe that Nessa or any of the buttonmen that she had brought along with her were loyal to her or had her best interests at heart. Without the fated mate bond, which was also possible in rare cases between werewolves and humans, and the Alpha’s mark, she was just a Luna in name. If Alpha Jesse were to retract his Alpha command on the pack to accept her as Luna, she would be easy prey. 

            Yet, that didn’t mean that Rosalee was ready to embrace the she-wolves in the harem as potential allies. The ugly head of jealousy was no stranger to her and she had seen enough in her uncle’s household to know that women vying for the same men could never truly co-exist peacefully. As for the other werewolves in the pack, she knew too well that she was just an outsider to them, the same way she was an outsider amongst her brother and cousins when they were in training. Her best chance of finding allies was to find those who were like her, outsiders within their own pack, and perhaps she could persuade them to see past their differences.

            “I’m the Luna of this pack, Nessa, and as Luna, I will host or not host this luncheon at my pleasure,” Rosalee hissed at the bonebreaker before pressing the button on her dressing table to call for the buttonmen. 

            “Don’t forget who you really are, Luna,” said Nessa coldly. “You need us. Especially after last night. Don’t think that I don’t know how the Alpha walked out on you, running straight into the arms of his mistress, and if I remember correctly, your püssy is supposed to be charming enough to convince both men and women to stay.”

            “We’ll see about that,” Rosalee said in an even voice as she stared intensely at Nessa through their reflections in the mirror, her body betraying not a single sign of the fury burning within her.

            Two female buttonmen came into the room with a tray of breakfast and Nessa reluctantly took it as her cue to leave. Her retreating reflection in the mirror gave Rosalee an odd sense of satisfaction but she knew that she couldn’t allow herself to dwell on childish little victories like this. 

            The smell of coffee gradually woke up her mind as she took a long sip, allowing the bitterness to linger on her tongue as she planned her next steps in her head. Rumors were rife that the power of the Tiger’s Eye Pack was waning and regardless of whether the rumors were true or not, the fact was that the smuggling trade run jointly by the pack and the Smith Clan was attracting more and more attention from the human authorities. 

            The Smith Skipper had his suspicions that the position of the Tiger Eye’s Pack within the Werewolf Council was compromised, causing the human authorities who used to turn a blind eye to their activities to increase their scrutiny on them. The corrupted politicians and policemen were easy to deal with, even though they were expensive to take care of, but the bigger headache were the ones who couldn’t be bought or intimidated. 

            This was the first task that her uncle had given her on this mission as the Luna of their longest standing ally, to find out just what the hell was wrong with the Tiger’s Eye Pack and whether it was time for the Smiths to withdraw from this alliance. 

            Rosalee herself had no interest in the schemes between her uncle and her new husband, but she needed to play the part of doing her job to ensure her mother and sister’s freedom. More importantly, Rosalee was starting to see hope again, hope to use her position and the suspicions between the allies to avenge her father. Her new husband’s hasty departure on the previous night already told her enough about him and what made him tick. 

             Her cousin was devoted to the Alpha, maybe even in love, seeing how her uncle was literally fuming after the few times that her cousin visited them as Luna of the Tiger’s Eye Pack. Not only was Julia a devoted wife to her Alpha, she had even managed to bear him a son, a feat that none of the previous Lunas from the Smith Clan had been able to do. 

            There was no doubt in Rosalee’s mind that her new husband had done whatever was within his power to prevent his human Lunas from bearing any potential heirs, and the fact that Julia had succeeded probably sealed her fate. 

            From the intelligence that Julia’s accompanying bonebreaker had been able to gather, Rosalee knew that there were only two other she-wolves who were in her new husband’s harem, a harem that she was supposed to lead. She scoffed in disgust at that thought and swore to herself that one day, she would show the men in her Clan and the werewolves in this pack who the real boss was. 

            The two she-wolves in her husband’s harem couldn’t be any more different from each other. The newly elevated Pallăca, coincidentally done so a week before her Luna Initiation ceremony, was the Beta’s younger sister. Not only was the she-wolf born a ranked member of the pack, her brother was also the kingmaker and the muscle of the pack. Without the Beta, the current Alpha would never have been able to usurp power from his own father over two centuries ago. The pivotal role of the Beta in her husband’s rise to power also meant that many of the other ranked members and warriors held him in great esteem. 

            Yet, this she-wolf was content with remaining a concubine, even after the passing of the Alpha’s fated mate and Luna. To Rosalee, that could only mean one thing. The silly she-wolf was truly in love with the Alpha. Sadly for her, their husband probably didn’t feel the same way, especially after he had refused to name their only son, Chadron, who was also his only potential heir until Julia gave birth to Kono last year, as his heir and future Alpha. 

            It was clearer than crystal to Rosalee that her new husband disliked any woman or she-wolf with a powerful family. After all, a woman or she-wolf’s love was useless if the power standing behind her were out to harm him. 

            It made perfect sense to Rosalee why her husband would take on a new concubine from the ranks of the Omega right after Kono’s birth last year. An Omega was the lowest ranking member in a werewolf pack and though Rosalee wasn’t acquainted with many werewolves before her marriage, she knew enough to understand her husband’s intentions. 

            Her husband did want an heir and what he didn’t want was a half-breed pup and the mother of his heir. The best way to obtain his perfect heir was to produce one with a powerless Omega. Unfortunately, after nearly a year, Millicent, the Omega concubine was still without a child, and Rosalee’s plan was to try to ally with Millicent to get closer to her husband and use him for her revenge. 

            There was nothing that she could do about the powerful family behind her but she could definitely help her husband to produce the heir that he wanted through Millicent. Besides, their first night together told Rosalee that her new husband wasn’t so unaffected by the act that she had put up. 

            He was definitely intrigued by her physical reaction and fearless submission to him despite being a “virgin”. Men were indeed curious animals. On the one hand, they demanded their women to be pure as a sheet of white paper but at the same time, they wanted them to be sexually adventurous. They wanted their women to submit to them and carry out all of their fantasies, yet complete submission became too boring and lost its value after some time. 

            An exasperated sigh escaped Rosalee as she put down the empty cup of coffee and stared into her reflection in the mirror. The two female buttonmen who had done her hair and make-up for the day were indeed the best escorts owned by the Smith Clan. Her emerald green eyes were framed by thick, dark lashes, making her normally piercing gaze softer and vulnerable, invoking the natural instinct within Alpha males to want to protect her. 

            “I’d like to have a tour around the pack today,” Rosalee told the two female buttonmen. “Inform the warriors that the Alpha has assigned to me and summon Parvus Millicent to keep me company on my tour.” 

            One of the two female buttonmen nodded and left to make the arrangements while the other one stayed behind to help Rosalee dress. Nessa was right about one thing. It would be impossible for Rosalee to survive within this pack without allies, but Nessa was wrong about who those allies were. 

            “No man is an island,” Rosalee thought to herself, “but I’m not a man!”