The omegas mate

Chapter 16: Omegas truth

I didn’t even wait around to see if Mason would go be all lovey-dovey with Rachel, I ran straight to my room, not wanting my good mood to disappear.

It wasn’t until later that day when I knew Markus would be training his wolves that I snuck into his office.

At first, I wanted to dig for information about my omega situation, I had already searched the office for any clues, but there was still nothing, I used his laptop and didn’t find anything new on there either.

I searched for a long time for anything omega related and when I was about to give up I saw an old journal for sale on eBay, it was pretty cheap for around fifteen dollars but the title, ‘a werewolf journal’ is what caught my eye.

I clicked on it and read the description, it was an old journal this person had found in the attic of the home they had just moved into, and although they believed it was fake (as humans didn’t believe anything supernatural existed) they figured someone who’s interested in werewolves might find it fun and interesting to have, hence why it was up for sale.

There were a couple of pics of the inside of the journal, writing so small I could barely see on the screen, I got the words omega and moon goddess among a couple of other werewolf type things, and even though it still seemed extremely farfetched to find something genuine on the internet, I just had this gut feeling that it just might be exactly what I had been looking for, so I quickly bought it and deleted all my search history.

I was ready to leave when Mason entered my head. I wonder if Markus had anything about Mason, maybe about whatever the pack knew that I didn’t.

I checked the computer but found nothing, I looked around the office and searched through some files until I found one with Masons name on it.

I pulled it out and started to read. It mentioned his military background, it also mentioned he was so well-trained in MMA fighting that he wasn’t allowed to join the competitions they held anymore.

I soon found what I was looking for, apparently when he had been in a pack before the recent one he left to join us, they worked for the military in special ops, it didn’t mention whether the government or military knew they were werewolves, but I was assuming they did.

Apparently they underwent brutal training almost to the point of t*****e, that’s what the file said, I was convinced absolutely it was t*****e.

They would be locked in a cell, concrete walls, floors and a big metal door, no windows or natural lighting. They would be forced to change to their wolf form and back all day long, every day to teach them to change faster.

They would also be beaten both in human form and wolf form to train their bodies to adjust to pain, this included t*****e methods like water boarding etc. too, they wouldn’t be let out until they no longer felt pain or at least not on a normal level.

When they were ready, they would be let out and then made to beat and t*****e the wolves who still weren’t ready.

They would be made to fight one another too, they would have to fight over and over again every day until they could beat their opponent with ease, whoever won the most would be chosen to stay while the loser would be sent home. Sheesh, I couldn’t imagine being tortured and abused for so long just to be sent freaking home.

I understood now why the pack didn’t dare challenge Mason, no one would stand a chance.

I flicked through more pages and saw that Mason had spent two years in his wolf form. I’d never heard of such a thing, I wondered how that worked on the full moon, we were forced to change on the full moon but could also shift whenever we wanted.

I wondered if the full moon forced him to change to his human form if he was already in his wolf form. It explained his eyes now, the blended mix of his human eye color and his wolf’s, most likely from being in his wolf form for all that time.

I heard Markus coming up from the basement downstairs, thanked my wolf hearing for the alert and quickly shoved the folder back in and quietly ran out of his office and back to my room.

When I saw Mason at dinner time I blushed even harder than I already had been. I didn’t know why, maybe it was the thought of him being such a dangerous alpha wolf? Whatever it was, I chose to take my dinner up to my room and moved quickly, so mom didn’t have a chance to question why.

Nothing eventful really happened for a week, I avoided Mason entirely, hiding out in my room like some coward.

I had heard he broke up with Rachel finally, but I still hid, I couldn’t bear the thought of him being single and unmated and still not wanting me.

I knew his feelings wouldn’t change while Markus had drummed in his head along with everybody else that I had the mind of a child (Pfft, eye roll)

It wasn’t until the Friday that I finally came running out of my room and bombing it down the stairs and answering the door before anyone else could.

I had been tracking my parcel for days and today was finally the day it was being delivered.

The postman came around eleven in the morning everyday, so I ran down when the door went at half ten.

I grabbed the parcel from his hands, thanked him, and then ran back up the stairs before anyone saw me.

I tore at the box so fast, I was surprised I didn’t damage the damn journal. Why was it when you got so excited about something that you raced to get it out the box faster than flash but then took your slow sweet time actually opening the item itself?

I carefully and delicately undid the string that was keeping the old weathered journal tied shut and opened the page.

At first I was disappointed and thought I’d wasted my time on some fiction story or some crap, but when I turned a few more pages the details started to unravel, the mention of the moon goddess was in here, how the author of this journal had been obsessively curious about omegas, why they were almost unheard of and what they were born for.

It looked like he had spent most of his life looking into this rare phenomena.

I flicked through more pages and was convinced this was legit writing when he mentioned how female werewolves held a piece of the moon goddess inside of them.

How she flowed through their veins creating the soft golden glow which made females most fertile during the full moon, another mystery he wanted to solve.

I skipped through the pages until I saw one with the title: Omegas.

From all of his years of research and history searching he had learned that omegas were a rare gift that the moon goddess bestowed upon werewolves every couple of hundred years, they were peacemakers, they were there for the pack to feel safe and content, they had a gift for making other wolves feel calm and peaceful and happy, but they were also there to make the pack strong, so strong that every pack that had been recorded with having an omega among them were recorded as being the most formidable pack known to werewolves.

I kept reading, and a sinking feeling hit my gut, there was a price, and it was usually the omega who paid that price. They were rarely mated to anyone, were infertile, and when the pack learned of what they were, things could become dangerous for the omega.

Being an omega meant being the lowest rank in the pack, no werewolf liked a weak wolf, but an omega? That was so weak in the eyes of the dominant wolf that it could end in death for the omega.

I kept reading and learned that the omega made the pack strong because of the healing qualities they provided, they could emotionally heal by keeping the wolf calm and rational.

Werewolves tended to be hot headed and run out towards danger without thinking, the omega could calm this part of the wolf giving them a more rational and logical approach to danger, they could also give the werewolf more control over their wolf by bringing out the human side, so they didn’t have to fight so hard to control the wolf and its urges.

I was starting to see why the dominant wolves might hate this trait in an omega. I don’t think I’d done any of this yet, except maybe the happy and content part, at least they seemed happy when they ruffled my hair or treated me like a damn kid.

There may be more to being an omega, but it seemed like the guy hadn’t been able to find anything more out about it.

I was also starting to understand now why Markus didn’t want to tell everyone the truth about me.

I wondered if he knew more about omegas than he had admitted and thought hiding the truth about me was protecting me.

I hid the journal under my bed and moped for hours, then I cried with the realization that I would never be able to have children of my own or even a mate.

I had like a one and a half percent chance of having a mate and on top of that, they would probably hate my guts if they knew I was an omega. Great.