Chapter 4: Omega Trance

Tyler

I had a lot to chew on here. While I still wasn’t convinced I was awake, I needed to think about all of that information Bann just dumped on me. He had left my room ten minutes ago, yet I was still stuck in the same spot at the foot of my bed, musing. It was a lot to take in, but the longer I sat here, the more I realized how everything he’d said about my past started to make sense.

Because why would a pack of wolves attack three complete strangers in the middle of the night?

Granted, we were in a rural part of town at the time, but it couldn’t have been coincidental. The four-year-old me convinced myself that it was all bad luck. But now that I knew we’d been targets, I had to find a way to rectify my past.

Damn it… this wasn’t a dream; it was a fucking nightmare!

I dropped my back on the bed, running my hands through my hair as I continued to decipher my mudded thoughts. I needed to find my clarity, translating Bann’s words into a timeline. And then, work my way from there. The first thing he had said about me regenerating, I couldn’t deny that. Even the tooth those bastards had knocked out of me came back. I slipped my tongue along my gums to find my missing molar had grown into that bloody vacant spot. Just one of the many possible perks of being an alpha wolf.

And yeah… being an alpha wolf was something else I was struggling to get behind…

My father and I… we were so different. Alistair had walked around like he carried the entire world on his shoulders. My father reeked of power and perseverance. He had the persona of an alpha, dominant, strong, head of the family type deal. He was iron-willed and cocky for good reason. My mother would call him stubborn, but to me, that characteristic transferred over differently. My father just knew what he wanted and wouldn’t back down until it was his.

And as for me? Well, I wasn’t a follower, but I was no leader, either. I’ve been called all sorts of shit in that orphanage, their favorite being that mute outcast. I could talk, I always had the ability to, but after I witnesses my parents’ death, I was as quiet as a church mouse. I didn’t say shit to anyone, and no one could break me, no matter how hard they tried. I kept to my business and my friends, the mountain of books on my left, and my handheld game consoles to my right. I didn’t need anything else, until I got older, where I noticed some of those girls in the orphanage paying me mind.

But those somehow attractive nerdy looks melted off me when I had transformed into an alpha werewolf. I looked different, more like those jocks in high school and less like a pencil pushing pansy—yeah, kids can be cruel. I had never been fazed about my appearance until now, being granted a rock hard bod with a face to match. Sure, my facial features hadn’t changed too drastically—I hadn’t looked like an ugly guy, but my body was no Adonis either.

I needed to collect the tools to take down the pack that killed my father, the Lotus Wolves. While Bann was right about having a vendetta, I had to consider what I was working with here. It was just me and him in the Sire Wolves, and I was a pretty weak alpha considering I hadn’t tried to impregnate any Omegas.

Yet…

Shit… that idea still sounded crazy in my head, but this was my life now. And I was ready to do whatever it took to claim my father’s throne back.

I went to my private bathroom to wash up, so I could get the rest of the night off my skin. It was funny how fate worked—I remember leaving Sunnyside Orphanage without a thought in my head. Two years ago, I turned eighteen, and had to go and face the world on my own. They helped me find a place and a crappy part time job busting tables at this diner. Then two years later, I’d said enough was enough, and found myself heading to college. Even then, I still felt empty and alone, a solidarity I brought upon myself. But I’d learn to start minding it when I noticed all these people in groups on my first day, thinking to myself that there was much more to life than this pathetic and lonely lifestyle.

And now look at me—a self-made alpha overnight... center of a pack’s existence.

The dominoes were falling in my direction, and I had to take the opportunity. I was scared as shit, afraid I’d mess up, but I had my uncle to fall on if anything, right? And, Tegan…

I still didn’t know what to make of her.

I hopped out of the shower, feeling guilty for having given her horny vibes. Little did I know that was normal to an extent. I left the bathroom and turned to my right; a fresh set of clothes set aside for me on my bed. I was grateful, slipping the towel off from my waist and got dressed—a simple white button up with some brown trousers which were a little loose around the waste. I’d hate to imagine Bann had given me some of his clothes, but luckily a belt was part of the gift, making do with what I had for now.

After an hour of mulling everything over in silence, that dinner smell coming from outside of my door evicted me out of the bedroom, and into an open floor plan. I was getting Cape Cod vibes from the interior aesthetics, the white paint pleasing enough to invite me in. Regardless of the bright wall color choice, the lighting was dim, where I could barely make out the far enough of the living room wall’s fireplace. But then I turned to my left, to the kitchen where all of those bright can ceiling lights highlighted the marble counters. I spotted Tegan by the island, pulling out a casserole out of the oven.

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I couldn’t say a word to her before that beast in me started looking at her funny. Why the hell was she well composed compared to me, who could barely stand looking at her without the thought of fucking her overwhelming my head? Was an alpha’s thirst stronger than an omega’s?

I had to imagine that was my new reality here. While she looked at me shocked and starstruck, she wasn’t pawing at me to take her. I, on the other hand, was standing there with the heat rising in my chest, my jaw locked, and my mouth clammy. I couldn’t shake this feeling off—Bann was fucking right. The feeling was worse when trying to resist the attraction, to the point where I felt my canines trying to break free the more I suppressed these urges. I was breaking down right in front of her, dropping my hand along the doorway, trying to rid myself of her smell that was doing things to me.

Move any closer to her, and I might just lose my fucking mind…

I needed to impregnate her, a recruitment into my pack that wasn’t her option. So I bolted, feeling like the only way I could control this need was to steer as far away from her as possible. I ran out the back door and dodged her completely, clinging to my chest while I hunched forward.

“Shit, this is going to be a problem,” I whispered to myself, allowing my heart rate to stabilize. “How the hell am I going to stay here and control this wild sex drive?”

It was a double-edged sword—breed her, expand my pack. Or breed her and give her the impression of a predator.

It would have been easily if I knew she was into me too. But Tegan hadn’t said a word to me since we met. Hell, I hadn’t said a word to her either. And while I had tried to break the ice and introduce myself to her, my primal side was more concerned with being introduced to her drawers.

“Having a bit-a lady trouble there, Sheila?”

I picked my head up in front of me, Bann standing there holding a brown grocery bag to his side. He gave me a snarky grin to match that snarky comment, and I answered with a sheepish flush on my face. “I get it… I get why I attacked her the first time…”

“Oiy, attacked her?”

“And why I can’t stop looking at her like a god damn snack…”

“Mate, you tryin’ to fuck my daughter?” he chuckled.

As soon as he said that, I had enough energy in me to jerk my head back up, trying to see if he was at all offended by my barbaric needs. Instead, he looked at me with a proud smile.

“Why is this happening?”

“You already know the answer to that question, doncha?”

“But I don’t know anything about her.”

“When you get right down to it, you really don’t have to know anything about me doll,” he snickered. “Heh, but don’t worry, mate. I got a fix.”

With that, he went inside with his grocery bag, his voice booming with a loud greeting. It sounded sarcastic. Well, great to know he could laugh about all this, while I was still struggling with the method behind growing my powers and my pack.

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