The Rise of the Omega Supreme

(POV: Renata)

After the events with the alphas, it seems like my name is on everyone’s lips among the students, those gossipmongers!

“Lena, is it true?” Isabella arrives out of nowhere, throwing me this question, and I raise an eyebrow as I look at her.

“What?” I pretend to be clueless.

“What’s everyone saying about your visit to the principal’s office and the humiliation the alpha went through?” she asks, overflowing with curiosity.

“Ahh, yeah, it’s true,” I say, shrugging.

“Good!” she exclaims. “That wretched guy and his family’s scum deserved it, and I think it’s still not enough!” she says angrily.

“It seems like nobody likes them,” I mutter to myself.

“Who likes a spoiled brat?” she asks indignantly. “And the ‘friends'”-she makes air quotes with her fingers-“he claims to have, they only hang around him because he’s the alpha’s son, otherwise, he’d be nothing!” you can sense the contempt in her voice from miles away.

I don’t say anything else; I don’t want to talk. Right now, I’m sitting in the garden, under a tree, it’s quite cool here. Before she arrived, I was taking the opportunity to read theoretical books about wolves and learn more about this term “blue blood.” I don’t know why, but something compels me to learn more about these people and their traditions. I feel like I somehow belong to all of this… I shake my head to dispel that thought.

“Uh, Isabella?” I get her attention. “When I was with the alphas and the principal, that Melanie referred to herself and her family as ‘blue blood,’ what is that?” I ask curiously, not really wanting to talk but already feeling too lazy to read.

“They’re the ones born into wolf supremacy families, like the alphas and betas. As for the other wolves who are, in a way, the majority, they’re omegas, or the impure-blooded ones, as some of the blue bloods like to call them,” she says with a disgusted look. “I don’t approve of this senseless bullying; we are all children of the moon goddess.”

“Which division do you belong to?”

“Blue blood,” she clarifies. “I’m the daughter of the supreme beta, Albert.”

“So, is everyone blue blood?”

“No, Lúcia and Jonathan are just omegas, children of instructor Lukky and omega Milly,” she says calmly.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“I see,” I say thoughtfully.

“But none of us cares about that. Lúcia, Jonathan, and I have already shifted into wolves. Lúcia is in love with Rapha, but no one knows if he’s her mate; he still can’t shift, so if he is, he can’t answer her call yet,” she says quietly.

“Why haven’t Lucca and Rapha shifted yet?” I ask curiously.

“The fact that they haven’t shifted yet raises suspicion among the students because they are the children of the purest bloodline in the pack. I’d like to know why too, but I don’t ask them anything to avoid making them feel even worse about this topic,” she says, looking around.

“How does this mate thing work?” I ask, interested.

“The moon goddess chooses it; from our mother’s womb, she has already destined our soulmates to us.”

“And how do you know?” At that moment, I can’t help but think of Deniel.

“At the right time, we’ll know; the goddess has her plans.”

“Ah, I see,” well, I don’t really understand, but for now, it’s best to let it go. I look back at the clear sky. “I hope Lúcia is happy; she seems really nice.”

“Yes, she is, and they are both very nice too. Despite being the children of the ‘almighty'”-she makes air quotes with her fingers-“they are humble and will definitely make their mates happy.”

She seems to really like both of them; she’s a good friend! I wish I had someone to call a friend, besides my mother, but that’s still not possible. I close the book and put it back in my bag, then I stand up and say goodbye to her, and she waves to me and lies down looking at the sky.

As I walk back to Lina’s house, a face comes to my mind, causing me to hold my breath for a few seconds… Deniel, I wish I could talk to him and get to know him better; thinking about it makes my face feel hot. (POV: Deniel) I’m in town, or rather, I’m in a supermarket. I’m buying some canned goods, enough to last me at least four or five months, I don’t like leaving the mountains.

I feel I’m being watched, I look back and there’s a girl practically devouring me with her eyes, she’s not ugly. She has short, curly brown hair, dark skin and a dark gaze that explicitly conveys lust. I haven’t had sex for a long time, so I think it wouldn’t hurt to spend at least a few more hours in this city.

I look back in order to match the beautiful girl’s bold gaze and maybe have a few hours of pleasure, but as soon as I turn around, that girl’s face comes to mind, causing me to turn forward again and lose any interest in the girl behind me, it annoys me!

Who is she?

A simple teenager who has nothing to please me, is certainly a virgin and probably doesn’t even know how to suck a cock properly.

I smile internally, I’d love to teach her a few things, especially how to please me, and what’s more, I’d like to show her what it’s like to have a real man in her body, just imagining her naked underneath me makes my member come alive, making me ache, I put the bag of vegetables in front of me to cover the bulge in my pants.

It’s likely that I’ll never see her again in my life, that thought makes me a little sad, but even knowing that, I can’t turn around and meet the girl’s lustful gaze, I sigh in frustration.

It’s my turn to do the shopping, so I go through them and pay for everything in cash, then I go to my truck, pack everything up and drive home with a headache.

Girl, I hope you get out of my head soon!

I talk to myself like a lunatic.