The Omegas Might

Naomi bent down in the dense vegetation, breathing slowly and steadily. She had taught herself to block out the sounds of night creatures in the lively forest surrounding her. She concentrated on the open space in front, where the group assembled for their evening gathering. Observing from her concealed position, she witnessed the gathering of the wolves, each assuming their position in the established hierarchy.

Gabriel, the alpha, was positioned at the center, his authoritative aura impossible to overlook. Tall and wide-shouldered, with striking blue eyes that appeared to look deep into the spirit of each member of the pack, he emitted a sense of command that no one dared to question. Next to him, the beta fish stood like faithful guards, their eyes stern and unwavering.

Naomi experienced a twinge of bitterness while observing them. She was born as an omega.

always relegated to the outskirts of pack dynamics, eternally observing from the fringes. The omega's duty was evident: to assist and be submissive. Any hopes or ambitions beyond that were promptly and harshly dealt with. Naomi was all too familiar with this; her scars, whether seen or unseen, spoke to the brutal truths of her situation.

The meeting tonight had a unique atmosphere. An electric tension filled the atmosphere, causing Naomi's neck hairs to stand up with anticipation. Gabriel's usual expression was more serious, with his jaw tightly set as he looked over the assembled wolves.

"Tonight," Gabriel started, his voice effortlessly resonating through the open space, "we discuss a significant issue." The survival of our pack depends on our cohesion and power. Weakness is not something we can afford.

Naomi's chest throbbed with the beat of her heart. Rumors and whispers of dissent and rebellion had reached her ears. The group was split, and Gabriel's authoritarian control was starting to weaken due to the stress. However, how would that affect someone like her, who was already at the lowest level of the hierarchy?

Gabriel's eyes scanned the pack, briefly pausing on her concealed location in the shadows. She stopped breathing, hoping he hadn't seen her. However, he then shifted his gaze away, causing her to release a quiet breath of relief.

"Ethan," Gabriel called out, causing the pack to go silent as a silhouette emerged. Ethan was an beta male, possessing strength and loyalty, but there was a unique quality to him. He was silent, introverted, frequently displaying a sadness in his eyes that contrasted with his tough outer demeanor.

"Ethan will be in charge of the upcoming patrol," Gabriel added. Reports have surfaced about rogue wolves entering our territory. "This is unacceptable."

Naomi's thoughts were in a flurry. Rebel wolves? Challenging established packs, especially as powerful as theirs, was not common for outsiders. What could compel them to take such extreme actions? And how would she, as an omega, participate in this developing narrative?

As the meeting neared its end, Naomi was aware that she needed to proceed with caution. Knowledge equated to power, and she required all the information she could acquire in order to endure the impending challenge. She held off until the group started to scatter, then quietly slipped back into the woods, feeling a mix of fear and resolve in her mind.