Two Alphas One Omega

Melrose POV: "Get rid of it, Morgana, before it's too late. That child is an abomination, a danger! Kill it before you grow attached!" Elder Helena screeched her black robe, a twirling pool around her feet, as she looked at me with hatred in her old, beady eyes. "Before I grow attached?" my mother scoffed; "Is this some joke? I'm already attached. She is my daughter!" "No, she is darkness.. a curse.. kill her before she kills all of us. Do you not understand she is the key!!" Helena paced the palace halls, shaking her head, her black veil covering her face, "I warned you and Milan about having a child during the Stygian Moon, but you didn't listen, so now she belongs to the darkness!!! Kill her before it is too late. She is young now, but when she is older, her darkness will awaken, and she will make the Ahknoxi Kobra rise from the underworld. “The Ahknoxi Kobra,” my mother's breath. Her heart rate accelerated rapidly as she glanced down at me. I looked into her jade-green eyes, the same as mine. Her curly brown hair fell around her face, and tears brimmed her eyes. She began to rock me gently, probably hoping I would fall asleep, but I was wide awake, absorbing every word. "Trouble follows," Helena groaned. Trouble follows the wolf born on the evening of the Stygian Moon. She will kill us all," she shouted while pointing at me. "She will be the death of us all." Elder Helena cried into her old, frail hands. My mother enveloped me in a protective embrace, shielding me from Helena's piercing shouts. Yet, despite her warmth, the harshness of Helena's voice seeped in, and I couldn't hold back my sorrow any longer—I began to wail and cry... I was only six months old when my mother sought help from Elder Helena. I hadn’t been sleeping well and was constantly crying. I don't know why I remember that memory so vividly, but I do, and it haunts me daily. 'Trouble follows,' she said, and boy, was she right, my life has been a mess of trouble and darkness... a curse and-- "Mel! Melrose!" Ezra exclaimed urgently, yanking me from the abyss of my nightmarish thoughts. I looked down between my thighs at Ezra, my boyfriend for the past three years, who was doing his best to 'pleasure' me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Despite our electrifying moment, I completely zoned out—my anxiety was getting the best of me. Tonight was the night I told him he could finally mark me; I gazed into his royal blue eyes... the same eyes that convinced me to give him a chance three years ago, the same blue eyes that made my heart race. He smiled up at me flashing perfectly white teeth; his cheeks were slightly flushed, his blonde hair a sweaty mess sticking to his forehead, as he continued to caress my p***y. "Come on, Mel," he said, licking up my folds, causing a ripple of shivers to cascade underneath my skin, "stop thinking and just feel," he said, plastering several kisses on the inside of my thigh, "Be in this moment with me! You said you wanted this, for me to mark you.. for you to be mine forever. Right?" "I do, Ezra," I gasped as he began to trail his long fingers up and down my channel, "I'm.. just ..." his finger found the soft bundle of nerves tucked away between my slick folds, and I jerked under his touch, grabbing his hand, "Wait, can you stop for a second? That's distracting," Ezra rolled his eyes but stopped his attack on my cat.. and came to lay with me on the bed; he plastered a kiss on my lips and brushed the stray curls away from my face, "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts... not now come on, Mel," he said, kissing my marking spot; another wave of the pleasure shot up my spine, my wolf Athena purred in satisfaction; she loved Ezra and was fully committed to him and was prepared to let him mark us, "What is wrong with you, Melrose? Get out of your head and focus on our mate!" She scolded. I was trying my best to drown out my thoughts, but I couldn't focus; what if this was a mistake... and what about tomorrow? I was filled with dread. "He's not our fated mate, Thena," I whined mentally, fully aware that Ezra was still watching me in the middle of my mental breakdown. His fingers danced around my n*****s, and I could barely fight the moan that escaped my lips, "Oh, hush! He is the mate we picked; he is the one who loves us and protects us from danger," she reminded me. I sighed, knowing she was right. Ezra has been my guardian since we were teenagers, a very close friend even when the rest of the pack disowned me. Of course, letting him mark us was the right decision. I would choose him over and over again, "I'm sorry, I said, kissing his lips gently, "I'm a nervous wreck with the blood moon tomorrow; what if you find your mate-- " "Ssh," he said, pressing a finger to my lips before I could finish my sentence. "I did find my mate, and it's you, baby; you're the one I choose, the one I want." He kissed me passionately, entangling his hands in my hair, and I melted entirely, giving into his touch—the touch I had learned to crave and seek out over the years, the same touch that protected me when nobody else did. "I love you, baby," I whispered in his ear, giving it a gentle nibble. His eyes flashed black as his fangs elongated. I could feel his fingers extracting into claws, nipping into the soft flesh of my hips as he purred low. His wolf Bruno has always protected me and Thena; they have bonded in their own way over the years, and it was beautiful to see. He quickly pushed me onto my back and tore my panties from my hips, leaving me a wet, vulnerable mess before him. Out of the three years we have been dating, I've never let him go this far, primarily out of fear that I would be bound to him and he'd reject me for his fated mate. Trouble follows. I couldn't help but replay those words that haunted me my whole life. I didnt want trouble with Ezra. I loved him, and I didnt want my curses to fall on him and taint him in any way... "Ezra," I whisper as his big body fell between my thighs, forcing my thighs further apart to fit his frame; his head rested near my ear, and his scent of fire and musk bled into me like a comforting hug as he worked his large member at the center of my entrance, I tensed a little, but after a few soft strokes up and down my folds, my body relaxed. Anticipation rose as my chest filled with love and my core clenched with a desperate need, "Please, I found myself begging, tears forming at the brim of my eyelids, "I need you," I said, caressing his cheek gently, Ezra growled low in his throat and gripped my hips harder; it was almost painful; however, just as he began to push the tip of his p***s inside of me, alarms from the palace started blaring, making us both jump in shock, "What's happening?" I gasped, pulling the blankets up over my chest. “I don’t know, but I have to find out,” Ezra said apologetically. He kissed me gently and quickly dressed before he stormed out of the room, leaving me alone in the basement of the castle bunkers, my favorite place to hide from my maid duties and ridicule from our pack. So much for giving myself to him the night before the mating moon, I sighed and collapsed onto the bed, allowing my mind to wander into the dark thoughts that haunted me constantly. My life wasn’t always this way... Sure, it was hard, but never to this extent. Believe it or not, there was a time when I lived a life many girls dreamed of—a life of luxury. I lived in the high suites of the royal palace, surrounded by stunning cars that shimmered in the sunlight, jewelry that sparkled with each heartbeat, and fabrics that felt like a soft embrace against my skin. I wore million-dollar dresses, each a work of art, attracting attention and sparking envy wherever I ventured. Yet beneath all the glitz and glamour, a longing for something deeper always lingered a desire that eclipsed even the most brilliant diamonds. From the outside looking in, I had it all, but that was anything but the case. Amid this dazzling wealth, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. My status as a respected woman stemmed from my parents' influence and had nothing to do with me. My father, the esteemed head warrior of the king's guard, and my mother, a noble lady, and daughter of an alpha, represented the pinnacle of status and valor. However, to me, their ranks were meaningless. I found myself an outcast, misunderstood, and marginalized among my peers. You see, I'm an anomaly—a curse among wolves; I was an omega, but as I said, I was born to high-born parents, so despite my rank, I was still tolerated and treated with some dignity, unlike most omegas treated like hired help. From a very young age, this opened my eyes to the way of the wolves, a harsh reality of ranks and hierarchy. Since my father was a high-ranked wolf with a noble title, I got the perks that came with that; I automatically got to attend the royal schools within the palace with the high-ranked wolves, unlike the other omegas and lower-ranked wolves forced to attend the shitty public schools in the city or out in the woods. I don't know why they didn’t have one giant school within the palace walls; it was big enough for one, but of course, the high-rank wolves couldn't be seen sharing classrooms with the lower class. Trust me, I would know better than anyone. It's safe to say I don't fit in anywhere I go; the other omegas are envious of me; to them, I had the life they dreamed about-- or so they thought if only they knew that to the high-ranked wolves, I was nothing more than an omega runt, a title that felt like a curse or an embarrassment. I was treated like an outsider, constantly reminded of my low rank and how I didnt deserve to be in their presence or at their school; making friends was nearly impossible. My parents, seeing my struggle, continued to drill into my head that I was perfect and that my rank didnt matter, but secretly, I would hear my mother cry at night about how two strong alpha bloodlines could create an omega.... it was unheard of... yet here I am... I didnt mind my rank. Sure, omegas weren’t the strongest or the fastest, but we were essential to a pack's survival; we did all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, nursing, medical, healing, gardening... The list goes on and on; these overzealous tyrants think that because they’re born with fancy titles dictating their future, it somehow makes them better than the rest of us. Especially Soren... Alpha King Argus's heir. I don't know how a sweet, loving king like Argus could have a demon spawn of a son like Soren... I blame his nasty mother, Queen Stefani; she's a handful... that persnickety b***h. She and King Argus have three sons: Soren, 22, the eldest, who is next in line to take the throne and is also my biggest enemy. I hate him with a passion, that annoying jackass; he's made my life a living hell since we were pups, always teasing me, pulling my hair... once he glued my braids together in the third grade. I had to get my hair cut into a mullet, I looked ridiculous, and the kids called me Joe Dirt for a year and a half... he never got in trouble for it; "it was always boys will be boys." Next is Simon, he’s 20 and the same age as me. He's nothing but a playboy and an annoying pester bug, but he's not as bad as Soren—nowhere near, especially after he found his mate, Daphane, some high-born lady from the city. The youngest is Silas, who is 9. He was a surprise for the King and Queen with his sudden arrival, and thankfully, he takes after Argus. He is a sweet, gentle soul. How Soren became so evil is beyond me. Again I blame his mother! She never made him take responsibility for his actions in her eyes; her precious baby boy could do no wrong! But in my eyes, he was the devil, an evil, convening little monkey who used his status to manipulate and get his way. Between himself and his posy of dipshit friends and his girlfriend Darcell, I couldn’t catch a break... They tormented me daily, mainly while Soren watched on the sidelines like a proud coach. They made my life so miserable, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse for me, my parents died 3 months apart from each other. My father was first; he died protecting the King in a rogue attack, and then my mother from a broken heart. She tried to fight and stay for me, but once her wolf abandoned her, she became too sick to even get out of bed, and ultimately, her heart failed her. The memory of her dying still crushes my soul. It happened 4 years ago, but it stings all the same today. I lost everything that mattered: my loving family, my cherished home, all my belongings. The new lead warrior seized control of the royal suites, and in a heartbreaking twist, I was cast out to live in the palace orphanage alongside the other abandoned omegas. The only small piece of my former life left to me was my schooling; Alpha Argus chose not to strip that away for reasons I couldn't fathom. But in my heart, I would have given anything to join the public school to experience a sense of belonging with the other omegas instead of this aching isolation. The torment escalated after I lost my "title," though I often doubted it ever truly existed in the first place. I became an even easier target for the high-ranking wolves, and my life was a miserable mess; all I wanted was my parents back, none of the fancy things they possessed, just them, although I do wish I could have access to some of their things, to smell their scents again or look at our family pictures so I could see their faces. I've tried many times to get them, but all of their belongings are locked up in some storage that I can't access until I'm marked and mated. It's a dumb rule my parents made while they were alive to prevent me from leaving the Iron Claw Kingdom. I always told them once I came of age that, I would leave the wolves and turn rogue... I wasn't welcomed in this kingdom, being the Stygian Curse in all, and in their fear of me dying alone in the woods, they put aside a hefty inheritance with that one particular rule; that way, they could ensure I always had someone to look out for me if I did end up leaving, but it was a sick trick... they knew a wolf like me wouldn’t have a mate, meaning my inheritance would stay locked away forever. I would be stuck in the palace, not having enough to make it outside the Iron Wall. I used to be depressed about it; I was lost until Alpha Erza came around and changed my life; he was literally my knight in shining armor. He protected me against all the bullying and was never embarrassed to be seen with me. He embodies the essence of an alpha, but he's not just any alpha; he stands among the mightiest of them all. He is destined to serve the Queen Luna and, one day, Soren's future Luna; I feel sorry for whoever that she-wolf is. The very idea of that dimwit ascending the throne fills me with dread and despair, but that didnt change my excitement for Ezra; he worked so hard for this position, and only the mightiest alphas are considered for this role, the king's most precious possession is his luna, so the fact that Ezra is among the few guards chosen to guard her is a big deal. It's a unique role that is more honorable than serving as the head of a pack. Alpha's, Beta's, and Gamma's from countless packs have sought to join the king's guards; the rewards for being chosen are substantial: their entire pack gets to reside within the safety of the King's wall, shielded from the world outside where rogues lurk and darkness engulfs...Thousands are denied daily, but not Ezra; he has proven that he is worthy of being among the best of the best ... and he truly is the best. He was gentle like my father. He continued to remind me, just as my parents did, that I was special. But the haunting words of Elder Helena still lingered like a dark lullaby: "Trouble follows..." I don't deserve a gentle soul like him. He had been asking me out on dates for the longest time, but I refused. The bullying was too much, and I didn't want him attached to me in any way that could reflect poorly on him or prevent him from getting his dream position. Yet, he remained patient and persistent and continued seeking me out. When I finally came of age two years after he did, and we still hadn't found our fated mates, he continued to pressure me until I finally agreed to one date, and now the rest is history. He was supposed to be marking me tonight, but the alarms blaring out my ears reminded me of my bad luck... "This isn't about you, drama queen," Athena chuckled. She was probably right, but it still didn't take away from the fact that bad things always seem to find me and ruin my plans. After an eternity of sulking, I finally returned from the basement bunkers to the dorms, returning to the castle where my fate awaited. I had long surpassed curfew and was not prepared for what lay ahead. Walking down the familiar path, I encountered my close friend and roommate, Chrystal. Together with Ezra, she is among the few who have always treated me with kindness."What's going on?" I asked as she grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her, "Rogues have swarmed the capital; they aren't attacking, which is strange... they are just watching.... hundreds of them. I shivered; that was frightening, especially given that the last time something like this occurred, my parents died. "What do they want?" I asked, panicked. Chrystal shrugged, her long, wavy brown hair ruffling around her face. "Nobody knows, but I think they are hunting something or someone. Rogues are so unpredictable," I nodded, unsure of what that could mean. I just knew rogues were trouble and dangerous... they killed my parents... "Have you heard from Ezra?" I asked, and she sadly shook her head, "No, but I saw him with the Queen Luna headed toward the royal bunkers, but that was an hour ago," I nodded, knowing he would be safe.. he was the strongest of warriors, an alpha wolf born to protect and defend ... I didnt need to worry. Still, something dark and hunting lingered over me like a warning... danger was coming... I didn't know when or what. All I knew was that it was coming...