The Small Whisperer

JAC

o sleep. I can't fathom how he remains undisturbed by the noise. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and check the clock-it re

ome water on my face. Then, I head to the kitchen, where I find the cook and maid already busy with the

, a young woman named Bethany-though we simply call her Beth-is mated to the head warrior and shares a good relationship with Aunt Cee. I h

kson," Beth greeted me a

eplied, making my wa

said, grabbing a can of wate

ound?" she asked, to which I nodded, my blo

g. What's on the brea

at he'll have," she replied, and I nodded in agreement. "What

e. I'll enjoy whatever you whip up,"

was tough, but over the years, I've learned to trust them. Bethany always

rom my home, and as I walked past the pack house, I looked at it. It was designed for warriors and provided a place for pack members, esp

aining session in full swing. With the recent surge in rogue attacks, the intensity o

onal werewolf hierarchies; omegas were free to pursue any roles they desired. Everyo

ntinued directing the warriors. He was exceptional at his role. Normally, I trai

ach. "Do you know when Chris will be back?

is striking black hair and dark eyes, he has been by my side since we were five years old. I still remember when he famously declared he'd rather

king him one lucky guy. They have a charming five-year-o

o say he ran into some issues. He mentioned that everything i

ck, a yearly tradition of ours aimed at finding unmated wolves, war

the time to evaluate the techniques, weapons, and combat skills of some of the younger warriors. Three hours later,

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made my way home. The meeting regarding my mother and

an?" I glanced

curvy figure of yours." He grinned, a playful gli

hed my fists tightly. Without anot

they just let us go and find our happiness

ather our things quickly before they come up with an

defend my mother and my future family, but this pack only confines omegas to roles like cooks, cl

't found a mate yet, despite being 22. That was simply untrue. I would find my mate

as truly excited. However, my stubborn alpha was making a scene about letting me go, insisting that I was valuable to the pack. That was just

, emphasizing that it was my choice to leave. The Alpha eventually relented. We finished packing and wer

e was a beta and a warrior within the pack. My mom was lonely, though she would never admit it, and that was clear to anyone who looked closely. I wanted to shield her and shower her with

dings and landmarks, making a mental note of ones I wanted to explore. Upon arrival, we found our new apartment. It wa

he gestured to a man nearby, "will guide you to your rooms. Get settled, and we'll gathe

couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so grumpy. He hande

the apartment grounds until

served at 8 AM,

in a two-bedroom apartment, with the living room and kitchen a bit distant from our sleeping qu

ove and cherish me. Witnessing the deep affection between my parents growing