Gamma Warriors

Chapter 3

"Well, I'm waiting," I spoke up just when I saw Solomon leave. I looked at Alastor straight in his eyes, "You won't be needing five minutes to reject me."

I felt Deimos shift his weight from one foot to another, quite uncomfortably at that, "Don't be stupid," he whispered as he eyes Alastor.

"I'm not," I said blankly, my eyes not leaving Alastor's pair of pure black ones, "All he has to do is say the words and we're done."

I felt Deimos heave a sigh, "Look, Phoebe, I don't think it's wise to do this." He whispered behind me.

That was the time when Alastor decided to stop staring back at me. He cut our staring contest short, then looked at Deimos straight in the eyes. "Leave," he simply says, his velvety voice seeming to echo in the barracks even with the noisiest gammas around.

I looked at Deimos, and found him standing straighter than before. His posture has always been great, and he always seemed intimidating. But in front of Alastor, he seemed to look at him with utter respect that he didn't even question the command he was given.

Deimos simply gave Alastor a nod before he looked at me and whispered, "He's the delta. He's the boss." And then left.

A delta. I smirked. Of all possible ranks, my mate is a delta. Although I know nothing about him, one thing is for sure: if a gamma cannot accept me, why would a delta do?

I guess making him reject me is easier than I would've imagined.

"A delta, huh?" I muttered, mostly to myself before I looked back at Alastor whose eyes seemed to never actually left me, "Never seen you in this pack before."

"Eastern pack. Delta duties." He simply says, but didn't bother saying anything more. He just stood there, watching me. I guess I'll be doing all the initiative in this conversation.

Like Deimos, who participated in the gamma training, deltas do have duties to fulfill as well. That's why Solomon and other deltas were sometimes missing in our pack. They all have their delta simulation.

Delta stuff. For advanced war strategies against rogues, other packs, or even in internal conflicts. An exercise of the mind, if you will. They go missing for months, like gammas do.

I'm guessing he's a delta two, because Solomon is a delta one. Delta ones usually go to their simulations first. Then after months, they get back, and now it's time for delta twos to do their training.

CHAPTER 4

---Rejecting The Rejection-02

All in all, there are four groups for deltas. So all of the delta threes in this pack will probably go missing for months starting tomorrow if not today.

Gammas, unlike deltas, have fifteen groups. Deimos being a gamma five, and Zelos being a gamma four. There are more gammas than deltas, so the distribution of groups is understandable.

After the gamma fifteens, it's back to gamma ones, and it would be in two years time before Deimos start to go missing again. However, with Alastor, he only has to wait for three delta batches before he's sent back again to train.

"Okay, so I'm an omega," I simply told him, as if he hadn't figured that out yet, "See? Rejecting me will be easier."

He regarded me for a second, before he started to move for the first time in what felt like forever. He took a step forward, and as a shocked response, I took a step back with my eyes wide.

He might not have done physical training as much as a gamma would, but he's still a delta. He could most definitely kill me if he wanted to and given the chance.

"Am I your second chance mate?" He asks, his face blank as he took another step towards me.

But this time, I didn't take a step back. I buried my heels on the floor and looked him in the eye, as if I wasn't at all intimidated by him in the first place. I raised a brow at him, "Aren't I yours?"

"No," he simply says, before he reached out and put his arm around my waist. His hand stopped on the small of my back.

I almost choked in my own saliva when he pulled me closer to him. I felt the sparks running through my waist going to my back where our skin touched. And with him invading my personal space, his scent was clouding all my senses.

It was as if there was nothing but red velvet. Even his breath, as it fans my nose ever so slightly, smelled like butter cream, and that's not fair. He literally smells delicious.

And now my wolf is getting delirious. And delusional. And hungry. And hormonal. And just all over the place.

"You're my soul mate," he continued, and this was the first time he actually said something longer than a phrase, and that might be considered a sentence.

I blinked at him, my hands on his chest. It was my stupid attempt of trying to push him away, but the moment I felt the sparks, I just can't seem to let go of him.

He doesn't seem to mind though. For all I know, he'd rather want as much physical contact as we can. Or at least as much physical contact in the eyes of the public. Because he looked like he was still holding back.

And I feel like if we were alone in a private room while I say certain... words, he would most immediately r****h me. And I would most definitely let him do so.

The goal, Phoebe! The goal!

Yes. Goal is to f**k mate. My wolf yipped at the back of my mind, and that's when I realized that my eyes had been pure black all this time.

And so is Alastor's.

At this point, I'm so scared that Alastor would claim me inside the circle. Right here, right now. So scared. And excited.

"That's," I started to shake my head. Is it my attempt to say 'no'? Or my attempt to shake away the thoughts in my mind? "That's impossible. We can't be soul mates. You're my second chance mate."

"You can't be my second chance mate, if I had not been rejected before," he tells me, which was true. Second chance mates only appears when you're already rejected. If he wasn't rejected before, how can I be his second chance? He didn't even have his first.

"Then that's good news for you. If you reject me, you still have your second chance mate."

"Rejecting you isn't an option," he says.

"Because it shouldn't be an option. There shouldn't be a choice whether to reject me or not. There is simply one answer, and that is rejection."

Alastor stared at me for a couple of beats, before I felt his hand trace circles on my back. It sent me in a euphoric state where my eyes went pure black that I almost let my wolf take over.

With his simple touch, I feel like I would do anything for him. Just so I could feel him like that again.

"Pray tell, my love, why is it that you speak of rejection," he leaned towards me and softly whispered in my ear, "When your eyes speak of a different feeling?"

And that's when it hit me.

I was too into the intense feeling of having my mate finally in my arms, that I was hypnotized by my own feelings. I stayed here, and trained as much as I can, for one purpose only.

And that's to avenge Dione, my best friend, who died in a rogue attack. She, someone who has done a lot of good things in her life, died instead of me, who did nothing but bad things.

How could I let my goal, the goal that I have been setting for weeks, be forgotten by letting a man I've met in minutes cloud my senses?

I looked up at Alastor, and I knew I had to do this if he doesn't want to do it himself, "I, Phoebe from the—"

But before I could finish my sentence, he captured my lips. And I let a man I've met in minutes cloud my senses.

CHAPTER 5

---Memories

After ten minutes, Solomon came back to retrieve Alastor like he promised prior. I know he would've jumped in after five minutes like he initially told us, but I guess he felt like Alastor and I needed another five.

And damn, do we need another five hundred more?

There were so many questions, feelings, and words to be exchanged that we cannot do all in ten minutes. It was as if we both know we need both our lifetimes combined to even get to the point of accomplishing those things.

Or to even get to the point of actually understanding the answers to those questions. Questions like: why didn't he reject me?

"Oh, don't miss him too much, Phoebe," Deimos patted the top of my head with a teasing smile on his face and a glint of mischief in his eyes, "He did say he'll be back tomorrow."

I swatted his hand away with my right arm, making sure to not have any more unnecessary actions than that. Persephone, Eris' and Kratos' daughter, is sleeping against my chest, held by a strong left arm.

And we would rather not want her to wake up at this hour of the night. Or else Deimos and I would end up staying up all night while we start to question our life choices.

"He will?" I asked Deimos as he nestled comfortably in the bed on my right, "He said that?"

"Well, you would've heard him say that if you actually listened to him, than stare up at him with those dreamy eyes. As if you've been planning your mating ceremony already."

"I was not," I hissed, then looked away. I murmured, "He was the one who gave me the mental images of a mating ceremony."

Deimos gave me a sideways glance, "Look at you, getting all soft after meeting your mate," I hit his forehead with the back of my hand, "Hey!"

"Shh!" I immediately shushed him, then pointed at Persephone as she snuggled closer to my chest, "You'll wake up the devil."

Eris, don't bless her soul because I hate her, died during the first rogue attack in our pack. It was understandable, since she was in a horrible state after giving birth to this little devil, Persephone. So basically, she can't defend herself so she can't live any longer.

Thank, Goddess, I've lived my life enough to witness that.

But I guess I have lived too much to end up being stuck with her child. Should've died after Eris did, so I wouldn't have ended up with this despicable creature who cries loudly at night as if her main agenda is to keep the whole pack awake.

To top it all off, Persephone can't sleep if it's not against my chest. Or at least we have to have some sort of physical connection. So as much as I hate her, if I want to have my sleep, I'll let her sleep while cradling her. Then I'll let her go afterwards.

Good thing she can sleep after thirty minutes, because my tolerance isn't longer than that. Any longer than thirty minutes, and I'll throw her out the window.

Although I am thankful for Alpha Dionysus to take us all in and provide us a house, I feel like my anger is contained in this house. It is small, after all, since we all had to pair up and share rooms. And sooner or later, it will all blow up.

With Kratos, Zeus, Zelos, and Persephone with me in one house, I have to be a saint to actually not have any thoughts of killing at least one of them. And believe me, I've always thought of starting up with Persephone.