The Vampire's Last Omega

Blackness

Is this what it felt like for others when they realized he was an omega? Teru totally understood now. From what he remembered in the pack stories passed down generation after generation, werewolves phased out long before the vampire takeover. Modern civilization didn't need to rely on it for survival and defense. To the individuals who could change into such monstrous animals, it wasn't necessary anymore, so continuing the bloodline wasn't a priority. Purebloods had pups with average people, and the ability muddled out of society.

Jokes on them, though. Werewolves would've come in handy at the time when bloodsuckers took advantage of the apocalypse and attacked. Humans' fate could have been much different.

White collars symbolized your species as a wolf. The gene wasn't dead. Abaddon's messed-up hobby was to find these rare gems. Teru recalled a conversation between him and Kieran:

"I'm scared of the king and his green and white collars."

Kieran was confused. "White? There is no white."

No, there were definitely white collars. "But Abaddon mentioned it before he gave the signal for those alphas to...those alphas to attack that other omega..." His heart sped up again into an oncoming anxiety attack.

So, not even his mate knew of the color. It was truly a secret. He sat down on the floor, practically falling because his legs weakened. Teru hugged his chest, hoping to calm himself from the looming panic. The walls closed in. The room was a lot smaller. He desperately called for Kieran in his head, transmitting his scared emotions so his alpha could feel them.

Please help me!

But the feelings hit a brick wall, not able to reach him. Kieran wasn't awake. Though the destined pair became mates recently, Teru felt more alone than ever. He couldn't do this. Who was he without an alpha?

"Whoa, kid, are you okay? You're pale," Jacky asked. Their wolf features disappeared, making them look human again.

Teru took a big breath before speaking. This pack would definitely not accept him. "This is a mistake. I'm not...like you. I'm not a werewolf."

Lila and Jacky laughed, thinking he had made a bad joke. When they saw Teru's upset face, their amusement disappeared.

"Shit. You're serious."

"I've never met your species before," he confirmed. "I'm just as shocked to see you, as you are with me."

Tae-soo responded, "It's not a mistake. You were put here. There's a reason for it. Besides Zander, who joined us a decade prior, we haven't seen anyone else except Abaddon and green-collared betas. The rules changed eighteen years ago, after an incident with a guard."

A decade?! That was ten years ago!

"How long have you been here?"

"Well," Jacky returned to leading the conversation, "we were all human once. Poachers found Zander caught in a snare trap in Georgia. They reported it to local authorities, and the news quickly reached Abaddon that a red beast would be up for sale on the black market. But Zander is too shy to mate with the betas Abaddon gives him, so he'll probably be bitten before he turns thirty next year. Lila is from a pack, but she got herself arrested when she led the biggest rebellion in Filipino history. She mauled a high-ranking military general in her other form. When did Abaddon turn you?"

Lila pursed her lips, counting in her head. "Sampu, dalawampu, tatlumpu...seventy years ago, stuck forever at twenty-four years old."

Jacky fixed his hair bun. "I came into this world as a blood slave in a middle-class, New England household. I had my first shift when I was sixteen. My owners discreetly placed me in fighting rings with vampire slaves for several years. Very illegal. After my first defeat, my owners lost everything in a gamble and I woke up here after surgery. That was ninety years ago."