The Omega's Mate?

Chapter 1: Presley's POV

 "Alpha, rogues are approaching our territory. What do you want us to do?" Persephone, my Beta, asked through the pack link.

I closed my eyes, sighing, "Deter them away from the outer border. If they don't budge and continue onto our land, you know what to do." I replied, flicking through another page of paperwork.

Usually, I would do the morning patrols, and I trusted either my little brother Adam or Persephone to complete the evening and noon patrol so I could keep up with the copious amount of paperwork that poured on my desk each day.

Today was different; I had to get done with anything I could before leaving for about two weeks to complete an audit on packs in Italy. We tried keeping a heavy hand on doing them to ensure that the Omega Protection Program was still instated or instituted at all. We had made several rogue packs because they wanted to treat omega's as an item to be owned.

Several packs were on my radar as it became increasingly noticeable that packs wanted to marry off their omega's to alpha's of other packs to gain an upper hand. It almost felt inhumane, arranging to marry someone off to someone who has no business being married to the omega's.

My parents always raised me to have the mindset that my mate would be the one that would bare my mark. Sometimes I would give into my alpha desires when my wolf Ezekial would fall into a rut. I would sleep around with pack members to appease the sexual desires of my alpha wolf.

After I didn't find my mate at the age of 18, the less I desired to find my mate as the years passed. I thought I would have found my mate when I turned 18- like my parents, who found each other before the age of 18 due to an unexpected heat from my mom. It was later revealed that they were a special breed of mates called Primal Entwined Mates, believed that they were mates in a past life.

"Alpha, they're not backing off. They're quickly approaching the inner border, please come help us." Persephone's voice echoed in my head.

Sighing, I stood to my feet, chunking the work I had been trying to focus on onto the desk. I kicked my shoes off, undressing as I walked out of my office, letting my wolf take over his instincts and shift into our wolf form.

When I was outside, I let my instincts take me to the eastern inner border. The foul smell of sulfur filled my nostrils the closer I got to the border, making my hackles rise. I bared my teeth when I approached the group of my warriors and my Beta fighting off the group of rogue wolves.

I let out a menacing growl, almost stopping each rogue in their tracks. I was widely known for my ruthless actions. I would kill rogues with no hesitation, I would win challenges quickly and efficiently; no one held a candle to me when it came to challenges.

My father once told me how he had to work hard for everything. He even told me how my grandpa had tortured him by making him sit in the omega cabin- where they had their heats to build up a tolerance to an omega in heat to divert him from attacking omega's. He told me how my grandpa built up his immunity to silver and wolves bane by poisoning him with the lethal substances little by little. It strained my relationship with my grandpa for a while after my dad confessed the awful wrongdoings he had done to my dad and my mom.

My dad told me how when they experienced their first heat and rut together- well apart, that their wolves made it adamant that they were mates. Making my mom wear a collar, forcing him to stay away from my dad, making him miss holidays with the pack. Just because their wolves knew they were mates before the age of 18.

It made me more than grateful for the kindness my father showed me. He had given me so much trust in my teen years. He let me be who I was meant to be. He let me choose the direction I went in versus having everything chosen for me. I could have chosen not to take the alpha position of the pack if I decided to do so.