Wolf Servant

The year 2561 in the galaxy. It was a year of peace, where the fires of war had finally been extinguished, and both culture and technology flourished in rapid tandem. The two major powers ruling the cosmos, the Empire and the Alliance, had just put an end to their three-century-long conflict, shaking hands and signing a ceasefire agreement. In this year, the footprints of the lupine race traversed the vast expanse of stars, finally asserting dominance over the universe. In this year, the most renowned ancient noble family of the Empire, House Lancelot, welcomed the birth of yet another new life—Blaise Lancelot. As one of the few remaining ancient noble bloodlines of the lupine race in the Empire, the Lancelot family seemed to inherit the legends of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table from ancient Earth. Since the dawn of their family, every member bearing the Lancelot name was a formidable warrior on the battlefield, the most loyal soldiers of the emperor... Everyone could fight, even if it meant that even a casually born daughter could become a valiant warrior—among the prominent photos on the Lancelot family's wall of merit was one of General Vivian Lancelot, who was famous even in imperial history for her achievements. It was said that in her time, she single-handedly broke through three federal frontlines within a month, striking fear into the hearts of the enemy! You see, alphas were already rare, and female alphas were even rarer. Only occasionally would one be born into the Lancelot family, known for its abundance of alphas, in the Empire and the Alliance. In this era where the lupine race classified newborns into alphas, betas, and omegas based on different constitutions, alphas were designated as "Leaders of the Pack," possessing powerful physique and commanding presence, naturally born leaders; betas were designated as "Executors of the Pack," the main members of the pack, the primary executors of alpha commands; omegas were designated as "Breeders of the Pack," as the name suggests, omegas were the mates of alphas, with weak physique and slow speed, but possessing the unmatched breeding ability that neither of the other two constitutions could rival, so they were usually well-protected by the pack. Omegas would develop a unique gland on the back of their necks after reaching adulthood. This gland would emit an irresistible scent during the full moon, intensifying the mating desires of alphas in the vicinity—later on, people referred to this period as the "heat cycle." And since ancient times, powerful alphas also had the right to bring back omegas to the pack. This ancient behavior had been preserved to this day, analogous to the behavior of "bringing back prey," and when an alpha's fangs first pierced the gland of an omega, it would declare his ownership of this omega—later on, people called this behavior "marking." According to current lupine statistics, the ratio of alphas, betas, and omegas in the pack was 1:7:2. For thousands of years, the Lancelot family had accumulated numerous merits mainly because the family's alpha genes proliferated. Each generation of heirs was an outstanding alpha, possessing strong leadership abilities. Thus, since the establishment of the Empire, the family had achieved indelible glory for the imperial cause— So even now, in the era of peace, the Lancelot family, with a general, two lieutenant generals, and countless other officers above the rank of major general, still enjoyed prominence and wealth. And now. The birth of Blaise Lancelot naturally drew much attention. Blaise Lancelot's mother had Eastern heritage, an elegant omega woman who was once the darling of the Empire in her youth. Her union with the head of the Lancelot family garnered attention throughout the Empire... So decades later, when Blaise Lancelot was born, he was welcomed with eager anticipation. At birth, Blaise was just a black-haired, black-eyed, scrawny little wolf pup with naturally curly fur. Holding this fragile little wolf pup that seemed on the verge of death at any moment, General Lancelot, who already had seven alpha children, could hardly hold back his tears— Finally, the Lancelot family was blessed with an omega! ...The overwhelming emotion mainly stemmed from the fact that in an era where alphas were so scarce, their family seemed to be overflowing with them, yet faced with the same perennial problem, the headache-inducing General Lancelot was constantly bombarded with complaints by pale-faced servants rushing up to report incidents. Down in the courtyard, a group of wolf cubs with different fur colors were howling and biting each other into a frenzy— With the arrival of an omega, shouldn't you all be paying more attention to taking care of your fragile little brother?! ...That's what General Lancelot thought. Until the day Blaise Lancelot turned one month old, when he barely had the strength to stand up in his crib, and then his fluffy little tail drooped in despair. General Lancelot stood by the crib, dumbfounded. When lupines transformed into their wolf forms, only alpha wolves would proudly raise their tails; betas would naturally keep their tails perpendicular between their legs;—and only those with tails slightly bent inward between their hind legs were the omegas that General Lancelot had been eagerly anticipating. General Lancelot looked despondently at his son, desperately trying to use his fingers to press Blaise's tail, which was sticking up high, back between his shaky little wolf legs, but found that no matter how hard he pressed, the tail remained raised— General Lancelot: "......" His back was gently patted by a fair-skinned hand, and he turned to see his wife's radiant smile. "Oh my, it seems little Blaise is another spirited alpha!" General Lancelot: ".................." Above. Seeing the seven lively wolf cubs eagerly wagging their tails by the crib, some of them even attempting to scratch their little brother's nose with their claws... General Lancelot felt truly tragic. So he made a very crazy decision— That was to forcefully make the best out of a bad situation, to raise his son as an omega, and to raise him with elegance and refinement. ... As an elegant and delicate omega, the first thing you need is a loyal, brave servant who would embrace you even if the whole world were engulfed in flames. So, after Blaise turned one month old, General Lancelot's first action was to meticulously select a beautiful little beta wolf cub with golden fur and azure eyes from all over the Empire to spoil Blaise. Betas were good, with decent combat capabilities, and they wouldn't exhibit the same aggressiveness as alphas. After reaching adulthood, they wouldn't harm their owners by suppressing their urge to mark an omega, making them the perfect companion for omega noble youths (...). The beta wolf cub was named "Faisal" by General Lancelot. When Blaise turned three years old, Faisal was already three years old as well. He had a calm and silent demeanor, with strong and powerful limbs, glossy fur that didn't look like that of a beta, but rather like that of a spirited young alpha. General Lancelot was extremely satisfied with Faisal and directly adopted him as his son. Then, with great joy, he brought Faisal back home and placed him in front of Blaise, the two little wolf pups who were destined to possibly accompany each other as master and servant for the rest of their lives, to get to know each other. By this time, Faisal could already run and jump. He came to Blaise's side, who was still wobbly on his feet, and seemed to have grown three times larger... Seeing the black little wolf pup nestled in the plush, sleeping soundly, Faisal's blue eyes lit up. He cautiously approached, and friendly nuzzled the soft, drooping ears of the black little wolf pup with his moist nose. Interrupted from his sleep, Blaise finally opened his eyes, annoyed— At first glance, he noticed this beta who was a complete opposite in fur color, eye color, and physique. That golden fur, like sunshine. Those azure eyes, like the blue of a lake. Blinding. His black wolf eyes rolled around, and under the friendly gaze of Faisal, Blaise propped himself up from the plush, his frail body struggling, and then... He swiped at Faisal's moist nose with a paw. His pink paw pads were unexpectedly powerful, actually knocking Faisal's head a few centimeters to the side. Onlookers: "......" The atmosphere on the scene was extremely awkward, almost uncontrollable.