The Omega's Revolt (completed)

Act 1- Another Human Luna

            The shattering of porcelain prompted the Omegas in the room to hang their heads while their bodies trembled in fear of the Pallăca sitting before an elaborate mahogany dressing table. 

            “Calm down, Orphelin!” A burly middle aged looking man warned the Pallăca before gesturing at the Omegas to leave the room.

            “How am I supposed to calm down, Brother?!” The blonde Pallăca wailed as she flung another glass bottle onto the floor in frustration. 

            “That b***h has been dead for two centuries now, Brother, two fücking centuries!! Why can’t he see me after all this time? Even if he doesn’t love me enough to make me his Luna, how could he insult me by taking humans, useless weak humans, as his Lunas?!”

            The burly man grabbed his sister’s chin abruptly and glared sternly into her glistening lilac eyes before using his Beta voice on her. 

            “You will not utter a single word of what you’ve just said ever again, do you understand me, Orphelin?” 

            Orphelin’s lips curled triumphantly as she returned the glare with equal amounts of wrath. 

            “You can’t command me anymore, Beta Ophiuchus. Our Alpha declared me his Pallăca, and as his Pallăca, I outrank you, my dear brother.” 

            A threatening growl rumbled in the Beta’s throat as his eyes began to glow. The air in the room was thick with tension as the brother and sister fought their wolves for control, and just as they were about to literally tear at each other’s throat, the drumming of knuckles against the thick wooden door snapped them out of their cloud of rage. 

            The timid voice of the Omega behind the door finally brought them both back to their senses. 

            “Beta, Pallăca, our...soon to be Luna is...is here,” reported the Omega in a trembling but clear voice. 

            As if the debris on the floor hadn’t been caused by her angry outburst, Orphelin’s face was immediately covered by a mask of calm and aloofness. 

            “I need to get ready for the Luna Initiation ceremony, Brother,” she said dismissively before pressing the button on her dressing table to signal to the Omegas waiting outside to come in to serve her. 

            “Prepare my orange gown, Mint,” Orphelin ordered coldly without sparing the Omega who was now standing behind her a single glance as she inspected her jewellery box. 

            “Do you mean the backless gown or the one with a deep V cut in the front, Pallăca?” 

            “The backless gown, obviously,” Orphelin said impatiently as she rolled her eyes at the Omega’s question. “I’m the Pallăca of our pack. There’s no need to dress like a w***e for my first meeting with our Luna now, is there? I’ll leave that to that clueless Parvus.” 

            Sensing that her brother hadn’t left, Orphelin turned around on her chair slowly without taking her eyes off the princess cut amethyst ring on her finger. 

            “I remember saying that you could leave now, Brother, or do I need to make myself more clear?” 

            The dismissive tone didn’t sit well with the Beta but he knew his little sister all too well. Nothing could rile her up as much as the Alpha showing favor towards another female and it was only a matter of time before she would come to her senses again, begging him to use his powers to help her further her position within the Alpha’s harem. 

            Orphelin was the only sibling that he had, and in his youth, he was naive enough to believe that their Alpha would take Orphelin as his chosen mate after the death of his fated mate and Luna. It wasn’t uncommon in the 19th century for human men to take multiple mistresses in addition to their wives, and the werewolves in the Tiger’s Eye Pack were unique among their kind to pick up this practice. 

            All ranked males, including himself, had mistresses on the side despite having their fated mates. Most males wouldn’t mark their fated mates to spare them the pain of betrayal while they enjoyed their mistresses. More importantly, they were not dumb enough to kill their fated mates with the pain of betrayal, which would in turn weaken their own wolves. 

            “You know I mean well, Orphelin,” he sighed in defeat. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. The new Luna is the niece of the Smith Clan’s Skipper and from what I’ve heard, she’s no pushover like her cousin.” 

            Orpheiin’s face softened as she finally took her eyes off the shiny stone and locked eyes with her brother. 

            “I know, Brother,” she muttered sadly. “I won’t be reckless.” 

            Having his sister’s promise, the Beta felt like a heavy load had been lifted off his shoulders and he gave her hand a tight squeeze before leaving to seek out his nephew and give him the same warning. 

            The dark night sky was lit up by an eerie glow as the full moon hung alone in the heavens. It wasn’t a windy night but the cold autumn air still gave Rosalee goosebumps as she walked out into the open field beside the packhouse, where the Luna Initiation Ceremony was about to take place. 

            Despite the low temperatures in the Arizonian mountains at this time of the year, the pack members were all dressed in their best formal wear. Only the human entourage who were part of Rosalee’s bride trousseau were wearing their trench coats, while the Luna to be had to brave it out in an elaborate orange mermaid gown with a bodice embellished with tiny emeralds.

            The crowd was silent even as pack members craned their necks to catch a glimpse of their new human Luna. Her graceful steps down the aisle and the charming smile on her face betrayed none of the emotions that were storming inside of her heart. 

            “You can do this, you have to do this!” Rosalee repeated to herself over and over in her head as she kept her eyes locked on the Alpha waiting for her at the altar at the end of the aisle. The Alpha looked to be in his 50s but Rosalee knew that he was at least two centuries old, or rather as old as the alliance between their pack and Clan was. 

            Her stomach clenched in disgust at the thought of spending the rest of her life with a 200-year-old werewolf and she had to quickly think of the beautiful sunset that she had seen on the plane to resist the urge to throw up.  

            A priest from a parish controlled by the Smith Clan stood beside the Alpha and Rosalee took her place on his other side before turning to face the werewolf that she was about to wed. The silver locks of the Alpha seemed to glow under the moonlight and as they locked eyes with one another, Rosalee could feel a shiver down her spine. There was something sinister in those deep pools of amber, something that turned her blood cold and put all her senses on alert. 

            “Tonight, we gather here to seal the alliance between the Tiger’s Eye Pack and the Smith Clan with the union of Alpha Jesse and Rosalee Smith, niece of the Smith Clan Skipper. Do you, Alpha Jesse of the Tiger’s Eye Pack, swear to your Goddess to take Rosalee Smith as your Luna to honor and cherish as a symbol of commitment to the alliance between our pack and clan?” 

            “I do,” Jesse smirked as he continued staring straight at Rosalee. Without breaking eye contact, he took the simple gold band from his Beta and slipped it onto his new Luna’s ice-cold finger. 

            “Do you, Rosalee Smith of the Smith Clan, swear on the honor of your Clan to take Alpha Jesse as your husband to love and respect as a symbol of commitment to the alliance between our pack and clan?” 

            A sharp pain pierced through her heart even as Rosalee smiled shyly before answering loud and clear for everyone to hear. 

            “I do.” 

            The thundering of applause rang in the night sky as pack members and the few Smith Clan members in the crowd cheered the renewal of their alliance. A surge of curiosity gushed through Jesse’s body as he grabbed his Luna’s freezing hands before they could retreat after putting their wedding band on his finger. 

            The coy smile and reddening of his Luna’s cheeks almost made him believe that the young woman before him was infatuated with him. Her body was willing and soft as he pulled her in for a kiss that sent the crowd into a roar of approval, but her aura was a messy haze, betraying no emotions at all even as her tongue playfully caressed his. 

            “This one is definitely going to be way more interesting than the last one,” he thought to himself while his wolf snickered in agreement.