
A true Omega is blessed or maybe more accurately cursed by the Moon Goddess with the ability to maintain their will when submitting. Besides their true mate, there is no rivaling force that can better captivate an Apha. Normally an Omega wouldn’t be able to help submitting at the first wave released of Alpha aura. Reducing themselves to helplessly barring their necks and kneeling on the ground with soaked panties. Anya still got the soaked panties, that was always going to be the same. Opposites have attracted since the dawn of time indiscriminate of species. What differed was having the ability to hold eye contact of higher ranked wolves and instinctually wield her s****l attraction. The term eating out of the palm of your hand comes to mind. In the Metaphor, you are still feeding someone yet the act creates a form of control over that person. North America hasn't openly boasted of a true Omega in almost 200 years, and there was a good reason. True Omegas aren't born…they're made.
Everyone pulls their weight in a pack, this was required to live safely separate from the humans and other packs. It was considered barbaric for a pack to have a true Omega on the leadership team. Anya didn’t have a problem with the stereotypes that followed her status of true Omega because she was good at it. Her Alpha and the leadership unit respected her, but women were another story. f**k that s**t sideways, she was great. Although at times being 27 and mateless messed with her head. She was able to seduce almost anyone and that define created a level of social isolation. Anya came into contact with more wolves from other packs than any other female due to her leadership status. Whether she was willing to admit it or not the life was lonely despite having endless company. When confronted by a man who challenged the control she perfected over the years, will she be able to resist/would she want to? One thing is certain, she can’t pretend they never met…

