It’s a past I haven’t considered for years, yet I live with every day.
“That’s horrible,” she breathes.
I shrug. Because what can I say to that? I know it’s horrible. But that doesn’t make it any less true.
“He killed her when I was seven, shortly after my wolf started to mature. Carnage Wolves don’t know their true designation—Alpha, Beta, or Omega—until their inner animal starts to grow, which is inspired by our first shift. Once my Alpha status was confirmed, he decided his work in this world was done.”
Truly, it was the result of insanity. He didn’t have a clan to ground him or an Omega to touch his heart. He went insane with misdirected power, unable to ground himself appropriately, and lost his fucking mind.
I explain some of that to Clove, using the experiment to explain why Alpha clans and Omegas are so vital to pack structure. “It’s all about balance,” I conclude. “A balance my father couldn’t achieve. So he killed his mate and them himself, leaving me without a home. Which is how I ended up with the Black Mountain Pack. Because my Omega mother was part of an Alpha clan there.”
I tell her about Alpha Umber and how he took me in, raised me alongside Tieran as though we were brothers. And I give her some insight into the fractured relationship between me and my birth mother, Gemma.
As Clove is new to the Carnage Wolf way, I also provide a little history about the bond between Omegas and their children.
Then explain how that very much doesn’t exist between me and Gemma.
Her eyes glisten with tears, her sadness over my situation prickling my insides.
I’m not used to having anyone care about me other than Tieran and Caius.
It feels nice to have Clove’s warmth.
Even if it’s under disappointing circumstances.
But maybe this helps her understand my desire for pain—it reminds me that I’m alive. Reminds me why we exist. Reminds me to enjoy every second as though it may be my last.
All things I tell her now.
Unleashing my every thought onto her and holding nothing back before finishing with, “So Tieran and Caius grew up witnessing my pain and anger. They were already best friends when I arrived, but they took me in, and the three of us grew up together. It didn’t surprise anyone when our clan formed. Although, Alpha Umber isn’t crazy about me being part of it.”
Her lips curl down. “He’s not?”
“No, he’s not. Because he knows I’m broken. Probably irrevocably. But Tieran’s wolf takes what he wants, and our beasts are well-matched.”
“I don’t think you're broken,” she whispers, making me smile a little.
“I am, but I embrace it rather than shy away from it,” I say, drawing her touch back to my chest, and pressing my palm to the back of her hand to hold her against my heart. “But Tieran doesn’t want to risk making it worse. That’s what I’m trying to explain—my history is why he won’t claim you yet. He doesn’t want to finalize our clan, then need to procreate with another just to fulfill his pack obligations.”
We’re all slaves to our inner beasts.
So while his wolf may not allow him to take another Omega right now, that doesn’t mean the animal won’t change his mind in the future.
Just like my father’s did.
And although Tieran can control his wolf better than most, there are certain desires in life that we can’t deny. No matter how hard we may try.
“Tieran’s afraid his inevitable need to procreate will destroy me, and thereby destroy us.” I know better. I’ve told him I’ll be fine. But it’s the clan leader’s responsibility to do what’s best for his circle. And Tieran will always put our needs above his own.
Which is why he’s stuck in this conundrum.
“He has a duty to the pack to create an heir,” I say. “But he has a duty to his clan to keep us sane, too. He’s trying to figure out how to do both.”
“And me being unable to go into a true heat is the crux of it all,” she murmurs.
“We don’t know that yet,” I remind her. “You only just met your wolf for the first time. It may take years for you to fall into a proper estrus, or it could be a matter of days. All I know for sure is, you’re ours.”
I kiss her again, allowing her to feel the promise from my lips.
But I can sense some of her hesitation, the concern that she won’t be enough. “I would never hurt a child,” she says against my mouth, her tone adamant.
My brow furrows as I pull back to stare down into her fiery gaze. “Of course you wouldn’t. Omegas are naturals with children. It doesn’t matter who the mother is, an Omega is instinctually prone to care for the young. It’s another trait that makes them so unique and cherished among our kind.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Then how could Tieran think I would threaten the sanity of our clan by harming another Omega’s child. It would still be his child. I would never do that.”
Ah, I think. “You’ve misunderstood what I meant. He’s worried about how I will react to him taking another Omega when he has a mate. He’s concerned it’ll trigger me. Not to mention what it’ll do to you. Omegas are possessive of their Alphas. You may not feel it yet, but you will when we claim you.”
“Not possessive enough to hurt an innocent child,” she repeats.
“No, you would never do that,” I agree, softening my voice and adding a little purr. “As I said, Omegas love children. Even Gemma is affectionate toward me, despite our fractured bond and whatever my father did to her during his rut. She’s still soft, never cruel. She’s just distant.”
“I wouldn’t be distant. Not if it’s Tieran’s child.” She sounds adamant, almost angry by the concept of disrespecting an innocent. “Nantahala males take harems, Volt.” She presses her finger to my lips, silencing my rebuke to that. “I understand that’s not how things work among your kind—our kind—but I wasn’t raised with Carnage Wolves. I was raised to accept the wills of men.”