HER GRACE... (king of Alphas)

Chapter 3*Omega or not*

||*ALLISON*||

I don’t need anyone to tell me my entire life has just taken a 180-degree turn, with no specific idea of what awaits me without a wolf. However, I am well aware of what the pack members might have in store for a human omega.

I know the treatment omegas get in this pack, and I’ve never been a fan. No one in my family was, but I guess I’ll be getting a dose of that soon enough. I might end up losing all my friends as well, because the omegas I’ve seen in this pack don’t have friends.

Mom helped me home while Dad remained at the main packhouse discussing with the Alpha, but what I never expected was for Brandon to leave the ceremony in his wolf form and follow me home.

I had become a crying mess, and all the sweet words Mom kept saying to calm me down didn’t help in making me feel better.

Brandon’s wolf followed behind us with a whine, and I guess that has to be a whine of pity directed towards me because my entire life and dream has just gone down the drain.

My dream of becoming one of the most potent female warriors has just died and I can never live that dream out because no way in Hell will they allow me to join the training, not when I’m only an ordinary omega—only a mere human.

I will probably end up in the packhouse running errands, scrubbing floors, and kissing Alpha’s feet with each passing day.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever find my mate, because without my wolf, it would be a fruitless hassle. How the hell am I supposed to sense my mate or feel the connection between us?

Not to mention that there is the possibility of him rejecting me the moment he realizes I have no wolf.

Wolf or not—omega or not—I refuse to be weak. I won’t let this take away the best part of me. I refuse to be a weak omega. With or without my wolf.

Father always says you can be the best if you set your mind and work on it.

I don’t care about the Moon Goddess or what the fu.ck she thinks she is doing. She just made a mess out of my life and turned it into a living hell.

Still, I refuse to have it bring me down. Everyone can bitch at me all they want, but I refuse to become broken.

With this new determination, I let out the breath I'd been holding in as Mom helped me to my room with Brandon right beside me.

“Should I make you a cup of hot chocolate?” Mom asks. I nodded and sat on the bed. I waited for the door to close before turning to Brandon.

“You can go home now. I’ll be fine,” I told Brandon.

Instead of listening to me, he snuggles close to me and licks my cheeks several times, making me giggle.

“That’s gross, don’t bathe me with your saliva, Wolfie,” I teased, chuckling as he moved away from me, morphing back to his human form. I shrieked, standing up to get him a pair of shorts from my closet.

“Ally, you realize you don’t need to act all tough and strong about this. I know it’s taking a toll on you.”

Brandon began easing himself into the space beside me on the bed. I sighed, not answering his question.

“I’d be lying to you if I told you I know how it feels, because I don’t know how you are feeling right now. However, one thing I know for sure is that you’re hurting. I, for one, am not disappointed in you, wolf or not, omega or not. You remain my best friend and my partner in crime. I’m sure there is a reason you didn’t shift. Who knows? Your wolf may be hiding somewhere, waiting for the right time to come out, which is why I beseech you—don’t let this get the better part of you.”

He finished his long speech and my misty eyes lingered on him, searching for any form of deception in his eyes, but I found none.

I sighed heavily, lost for words at the honesty he was showing me, but I didn’t want him to burden himself with my problem.

“Brandon, that was one hell of a lecture. I think I’m going to sign up for therapy classes with you,” I joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

I never knew Brandon could be so thoughtful, with him being one who never says what is truly on his mind.

“Okay…that wasn’t supposed to be a long lecture. Anyway, I want you to know that you’re still my best friend and I’m not going anywhere. I love you no matter what or who you have become. I’ll always support you,” Brandon assures me, and I smile.

“Okay, I guess I must learn how to deal with hate comments from everyone from now on.” Just then, Mom came in with the hot chocolate.

“Mrs. Turner, can I stay over?” Brandon asked, and my mom nodded, placing the two cups of hot chocolate on my nightstand, then she exited my room.