The Omega Dragon

Chapter 3

Weeks later, following the enjoyable night with my mates, I made the decision to depart White River. I had hoped to find my place there, believing that after sharing myself with them, I would be treated as an individual. Unfortunately, all I received was nothing but torment.

Dashing through the thickets of the forest, my gown snagged on spindly plants, creating small rips here and there. Fatigue weighed heavily on me, yet the prospect of stopping was a risk I couldn't afford. The urgency to distance myself from White River fueled my determination, fully cognizant that my departure would not be welcomed.

This decision, to embark on this journey alone, was a solitary choice, not even disclosed to my mother. Guilt tugged at my conscience for leaving her in the dark, but the paramount concern for my safety overshadowed all other considerations. The revelation of being pregnant with my mates’ child added another layer of complexity, an impending reality that, in their eyes, might be deemed a sin warranting death. Though uncertain at first, the persistent waves of dizziness, bouts of nausea, and occasional vomiting left little room for doubt. Weeks had passed since that momentous night with my mates.

The morning after proved to be anything but the anticipated aftermath of shared intimacy. Instead, regret hung thick in the air, accompanied by a barrage of hurtful words and an augmented workload, now a form of punitive measure. Their newfound animosity towards me stirred a wish that the night had never unfolded. However, the die was cast, and I couldn't allow myself to linger in that hostile environment—for my own well-being and the nascent life growing within me.

Maybe one day, I'll return. I'll come back for my mother. I'll…

My thoughts halted abruptly as my blood turned to ice at the ominous growl that pierced the darkness. The inky blackness offered no visibility, and my senses were heightened with the realization that I might not be alone. Tales of rogue wolves and their brutal nature raced through my mind. Oh Mother of the Moon, save me.

The growl echoed once more, and I discerned that there were more than one. Fear crawled through my spine, my stomach clenched tightly, and in a surge of panic, I sprinted, taking to my heels. A collision with a stone caused me to stumble, but I quickly regained my footing, wounded but resolute. Exhausted, I pressed on, the urgency to escape these ferocious creatures driving me forward.

In my blind haste, I ran into an obstacle, a wall of sorts. Without waiting to identify it, I attempted to circumvent it, only to realize that this wall had hands that seized me, holding me in place.

My heart raced as I looked into his face. Was he going to hurt me? The rogues closed in, advancing with menacing intent. I whimpered, and they growled, ready to pounce. In a protective move, he positioned me behind him and unleashed a burst of fire that engulfed the surrounding bushes. The wolves recoiled, then swiftly retreated into the darkness.

"Wh-wh-wha…" I couldn't finish the sentence as I was helplessly pulled into the realm of unconsciousness.

When I awoke, it was on a soft, comfortable bed, a sense of confusion lingering until a figure walked in. "You're awake," he said.

For a moment, I stared at him, a peculiar sense of familiarity washing over me. Then it clicked—he was the wall I'd collided with in the forest, the one who had spewed fire. "What are you?" my hoarse voice inquired.

"I'm coming," he responded, leaving briefly and returning with a cup of water. I eagerly gulped it down, the cup now empty, my gaze fixed on him.

"You want more?" he smiled, a benign and charming expression.

Smiling back, I replied, "Yes, thank you." He nodded and left the room, taking a bit longer this time. When he returned, he offered me more water. "Thank you," I expressed, and soon, the cup was empty, leaving me satisfied.

"I presume your thirst has been satiated?" he remarked, his smile still present, amusement dancing in his eyes. His eyes, a peculiar yellow with black slits, mirrored my own but deviated in color, his being a stark departure from my blue hues. "What are you?" I inquired once again, seeking clarity.

Amusement laced his chuckle as he responded, "I'm what you are, of course." His demeanor suggested he found my question amusing, which didn't sit well with me. "What's funny?" I pressed, my frown deepening.

In return, he fixed me with a gaze that carried both surprise and curiosity. "You mean you do not know who you are?"

Puzzled by his insinuation, I retorted, “Of course, I know what I am. I’m a werewolf.”

His reaction, filled with incredulity, met my declaration. “A werewolf?” he repeated, casting doubt on my assertion. “How many werewolves do you see looking like you?”

A veil of silence enveloped the room as I contemplated his question. What other identity could I possibly have? The uncertainty lingered, leaving me perplexed about the unfolding situation.

Interrupting my thoughts, the door creaked open, revealing a young girl carrying a tray of food. The sight widened my eyes, and a pang of hunger reminded me that I had yet to nourish myself.

“Here’s the food, Lord,” the girl bowed, leaving me puzzled. Lord? Was that what they called their rulers instead of Alphas?

“Drop it on the bed, let her feel comfortable while eating,” he instructed. The girl complied, and after expressing my thanks, she left.

As I indulged in the delicious meal, a hunger intensified by the awareness that I was eating for two, he posed questions. “Why were you running? And what were you doing in the middle of that forest all by yourself and at night?” His gaze lingered on me as I savored each bite.

With my plate nearly empty, I glanced at him and nonchalantly shrugged. “I was leaving.”

“Leaving where?”

“My home. White River.”

“How are you able to cope in the midst of werewolves?” he asked, genuine confusion etched across his face.

“I told you I’m a werewolf.”

“Werewolves don’t have scales and slits in their eyes.”

Swallowing the last of my food and taking a gulp of water, I focused on him. “I don’t understand. What are you? What is here?”

“Here is where dragons live.”

“Dragons?” I expressed my surprise, realizing I had never heard of creatures like that before.

“Yes. And you are a dragon.”

The revelation hung in the air, unraveling a mysterious world beyond anything I had known.