Ash's pov
The clashing of swords mingled with the sound of growls and ragged breathing as the Pack warriors commenced their usual daily training routine.
I stood on the sidelines, in charge of weapons, Lyla, the female Omega in charge of handing out water for refreshments stood beside me. If she bothered to hide the admiration and Infatuation in her eyes as she watched the shirtless, half morphed men train, she was doing a pretty bad job.
As an Omega, my only importance in a setting was for only one purpose only. It has been the same since I was young and could carry weapons , treading along, behind the pack warriors as they headed out to train. Alpha Godric had known my desire to participate, to fight, to want to enlist in the pack army and fight in wars but he insisted I was only e
