The Omega's Stand // SAMPLE

Rejection

LOGAN POV

"You should focus more while training and do less talking," Mom snaps as she tosses me a small towel to wipe my face with.

"Mom...I can train and bond with my Beta at the same time. He is my second. The guy I need to be able to trust completely," I explain, sounding just as annoyed as she did.

She rolls her eyes and plops down in my office chair that she has unofficially claimed as her own, which gets to me sometimes considering how vital this small space is to me.

When I came back from Alpha training, my dad had this office set up for me over the gym. He said it would be a great starting point for me and would help teach me how to organize an office. I had been in shock at how happy he seemed to give it to me. He rarely smiles and talks about me being the future Alpha. It's was also one of the few times he ever hugged me. Now my mom uses it to hold all our private conversations that she says my father doesn't need to be a part of.

Which I, for the most part, agree with. I just don't like the fact she treats the space likes it's hers. This space represents one of the special moments between my father and me.

"Logan, we need to set some rules in place for tomorrow," Mom snaps, and my thoughts drift back to th present.

"What? What rules," I ask, confused as to what she means.

She's always telling me I need not to follow the rules. She tells me I'm an Alpha, and I make rules.

"About your mate, son. You need to have certain standards," she explains, sounding like it should have been so obvious.

"The goddess decides who our mates are, mom," I groan, knowing she is about to bring up Chloe.

Ever since I got a concussion during the attack that killed Chloe's mom, my mom has forbidden us from being friends. She wouldn't even let me go to the funeral. She said I was still healing and couldn't go. Anytime I asked to play with Chloe again, my mom called her an omega...someone that was below me. She always knew when I would talk to her and would get on to me for it.

My mom also caught on quickly to the little crush I had on her at thirteen years old. She told me Omegas have one purpose, and that is to serve. She said they are liabilities to all packs and should honestly be kicked out. She said if Hannah Patterson hadn't saved me that day, she would force my father to kick them out. She pushed me to never even speak to Chloe unless I was issuing an order.

I always brush her rants off and blame them on how traumatized she is. I mean, she lost her best friend and almost lost her son. And while I can't remember the attack, I can still imagine how bad it was. How scared she must have been as my mother to be told I was almost killed.

"But if your mate is an omega, Logan, you have to put the pack first. Just think about it. Omegas take no physical training classes. Their bodies are weak...and even with an Alpha wolf spirit, they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. I don't say this to be mean, Logan; I say this as the present Luna. I want our people to be as safe as possible. While we have had peace for thirteen years, that could always change within a second. And an Omega turned Luna wouldn't be able to stomach killing. They are brought up as nurtures," mom says as she stands and takes my hands.

The truth of her words fills my mind, and sadness begins to flicker within my heart. I wouldn't want my mate in danger, and an untrained omega in the place of Luna would be dangerous.

"I get that. I just...why would the Goddess pair an omega to an Alpha male then," I ask, and my mother shrugs.

"Probably to test you. She wants what's best for us, so she does things to make us stronger. Just trust me, Logan. I have always put that's best for you above everything else. Now it's your turn to do that for the pack," mom says, and I nod.