Werewolves exist, but none of that sparkly vampire bullshit. In this world, we are divided into two categories, human, and wolf. Wolves are divided into four categories as well. Alpha, the leader of the pact, beta, the most trusted followers, normals, those who came use their abilities, and omegas, completely average.
Unfortunately, every century or so, a omega is born that is extremely fertile, able to give birth to many wolf children. Its bad enough to be attacked when in heat, but for that to happen?
Yet, we sill follow the rules of mates, so this rare omega ends up with only one person. And it's only when the omega is in heat can they have children, male or female.
Over century has gone by without a sight of this rare Omega. At least, that's what I thought. It's not until I go into heat for the first time, when I'm seventeen, that I realize that it's me, and my mate.........
My mate isn't the least bit friendly.
This story is mostly fluff, so yeah. Lots of kisses and fluffy wolf babies. Little angst.
It's also very short. After the epilogue, the story will continue in a sequel. So, if you want more emotions than this, stay tuned for that.All Rights Reserved