I was a rare wolf. I am an Omega. We’re usually the submissive that the Alphas use until they find their own mates or they are chosen to better the pack. In the old days we would be the ones to satisfy the Alphas... their wolves and their s****l needs.
Then one Alpha, Thayer, he chose his Omega, he mated her, had babies and treasured her like she was made for him. Thayer was my Great great grandfather, and he started what the packs now called the Omega prowl. My great Grandfather was one of the strongest wolves to ever come out of an Alpha...and ever since our lines have only produced alpha men who only end up stronger no matter who they mate with... until me. I am an omega, and the Alphas are swirling since they were no more Omegas of age.
I will be 25 in two weeks, and to prevent war... I agreed to a ball. I am a Disney fanatic, so we’re going with a Cinderella theme... only I am taking the place of the prince and I would not have to dance with anyone I didn’t have a connection with. I did have to meet them all through.... it’s going to be exhausting.
My dad and brothers only hope that there won’t be serious fights going on when the Alphas and their Betas are also looking for their mates at the ball too.