(Summary of the Hierarchical System in the book;
"Alpha males can impregnate Alphas, betas and omegas, but they are less likely to have children with Alphas.
Beta males are more likely to have children when they are with Betas and Omegas, but they are less likely to have children when they are with Betas.
Omega men can only have children with omegas and the probability of this is low.
But with women, things are the opposite, an Aloha woman can only get pregnant from Alpha men, a Beta woman can get pregnant from Betas and Alphas, and an Omega woman can get pregnant from both alpha, beta and omegas.
In short, the higher the rank of the Father and the lower the rank of the Mother, the higher the probability of having a child.
In this system, the Moon spirits have chosen a spouse for you. Even if it happens, it's your decision too, no matter what your rank is, whether you're Aloha Beta or Omega, you can reject your partner and choose someone else, but the outcome usually ends badly, for example, it may end in violence, cheating, divorce or worse, murder, and it may be too late to realize it.
That's why spouses usually start looking for this mate right after they get their wolf, even if the person doesn't realize it. In order to be strong both physically and mentally, each individual must have his or her own mate.)
(William's POV)
I was running in the dark forest, out of breath, without stopping. The trees in front of me seemed like they would never end. As I continued running, I tripped over the roots of an old and dead tree that was sticking out of the ground as if it wanted to breathe, and I collapsed. When I turned around, he was there.
It was a huge black monster, I turned around and as I crawled back, long black arms extending from the depths of the forest wrapped me around me, the touches were cold but they managed to find the right places and drove me crazy, it wandered around the most desired places, arousing a desire inside me even though I didn't want it.
Finally I saw the beast and felt it, it was hard and strong, very strongI felt his breath, his touch, his claws, his eyes were dark blue like the bottom of a cold sea, his body was very big.
I knew what was going to happen when the arms coming out of the shadows ripped my clothes, that big black monster was so big and hard that I felt it separate my legs and without wasting any time enter me hard in one move, getting deeper and deeper, there was no desire, only pain and dominance...
I woke up out of breath, my body was sweating cold and shaking, worse, I was wet, I was tired of these dreams, I called them nightmares, but for some reason I didn't know whether these dreams were good or bad because I was wet.
All these dreams were driving me crazy because I was no longer a teenager, I mean, I wasn't that stupid teenager anymore, but I had been having these stupid dreams every night for almost two years without stopping, and I knew the reason for these dreams, I was a man, I was strong, tall, I had a good body even though I was a little skinny, but the Moon spirits had blessed me as an omega.
Wolf Fraun belonged to me, that is, she had my instincts, I was dependent on her and I did not complain about it, but I never knew why I was an omega. It was not a common feature for men to be omegas, just as women are Alphas, because this meant that I could easily get pregnant from someone.
Of course, Beta male wolves could also get pregnant, but since they generally chose to be with Omegas, this was a matter of comfortable choice for them.
When I first got my wolf Fraun, I was on my own. I had lost my parents in a car accident just before I turned 18, and Fraun appeared in my head a while after the funeral. So, at least deep down, I was clearly happy that I wasn't completely alone.
However, when I went to the doctor and asked, he told me that I needed to experience a hormonal and physical change because of Fraun, and then I realizedIndeed, organs that were signs of both genders had formed between my legs, as if I could have sex with both parties. Moreover, the fact that I had my period every month was making this worse.
I didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse, but it didn't help with my nightmares, especially since I had this dream almost every night. The good thing was that I could be with both boys and girls.
There was also a downside, since I was Omega, when I was with a woman, I could only get her pregnant if the woman I was with was also an Omega. Of course, any male alpha, beta or omega could get me pregnant, and this was a difficult step for me because I was always a normal Alpha like my father.
Or I wanted to be an ordinary Beta, but as it turned out, my mother's genetics must have been much stronger than they seemed, so I became an omega like my mother.
After the death of my mother and father, I became very depressed because it turned out that I was an omega. I wanted to study botany at university, plants had always been closer to me, and a week ago, I graduated on my own at the age of 22.
I had never found my bonded mate, perhaps because the Moon spirits had not given me one, perhaps because a male omega was biologically too difficult, or because no one wanted me, or perhaps my mate had already secretly rejected me and chosen someone else.
Actually, I didn't really care about having a mate because I had never thought of being with a man, of course I tried but it didn't work, female omegas didn't attract my attention either, but even though it didn't attract my attention and I didn't need my mate, I wanted to find out who it was and one of the reasons I wanted to was because I was weaker than the other Wolves.
Spouses were needed not only to create future generations but also to preserve the physical strength we have now. Everyone wants to meet the person chosen for him and his destiny. Maybe he could reject me as soon as he sees me and I don't care, I haven't met that person yet but I stopped raising my hopes years ago.Now, after washing my underwear by hand in the bathroom and throwing it in the dryer, I focused on getting ready without thinking about these things while washing my hair in the shower. I only had a blanket in the big room that I used while sleeping, a few clothes and a pillow in the closet, I had already packed the remaining belongings and put them in the car beforehand.
I put the last remaining clothes, the blanket and pillow on the bed into cardboard boxes and placed them in the little white car inherited from my father.
The car was old but nice, my father actually bought a second car for me when I was sixteen and renovated his old car, but after the accident with his old car, I did not drive very often, because my father taught me how to drive and it was painful for me to get into this car he bought for me without him.
I turned the ignition, stepped on the gas and set off, I was done in this big city, I was finally going to start my new life. I looked at that old apartment, which I might see for the last time. I had worked two jobs to pay the rent and a third job to pay for my studies, and now I was saying goodbye to this house forever.
I was thinking about what happened in that house, how my mother said the answer from the kitchen while my father and I were solving math problems at the coffee table in the living room and looking at each other incomprehensibly and reading the question over and over again.
My mother was not working, she dropped out after high school because she got married and got pregnant, and my father was a well-known lawyer, smart and understanding, but his mathematics was not as good as my mother's.
My father always told me that when I grew up and graduated from school, he wanted to send my mother to university, because my mother never stopped learning and was very smart and hard-working.
My father always used to make fun of me by saying "Maybe you can go to school with your mother" and my mother and I used to make fun of my father and say that we would go to the university holding hands... Now, what I wouldn't give to walk through that university door hand in hand with my mother, having her with me, while tears were coming to her eyes I would give anything for him to hug me and smile and watch me go to college while crying.
I never liked crying with happiness, I mean why would someone cry when they were happy? People used to cry when they got too emotional, but I always found it strange to cry out of happiness.
My father was going to tell one of his stupid jokes as usual, I can't say that I miss those jokes, but I was ready to hit the walls until my head broke just to hear one from his mouth.
Without my parents, I applied to the botany department of an ordinary university close to home, I didn't want to move away, I was already far enough away, I couldn't handle being even more alone.
While the car was moving on the stony road, it was bouncing from time to time, reminding me that I was no longer on the newly built asphalt city road you were used to.
It was as if even the weather changed as we walked a little further.
This seemed strange to me, you were driving for a few hours and suddenly everything changed, including the roads, trees, weather, even the living creatures and the looks of the people around you, it felt like entering a tunnel leading to another planet.
The city and its people had always seemed cold to me, but I had not been to my mother's old house for a very long time, I had only come with my father a few times, and at the time of the funeral, my mother and father were lying in this town cemetery.
When my father decided to come here when I was younger, I insisted and forced him to bring me with me, and I could only see the slightly cold air from the car window and the small houses and the outside of my mother's house.
Still, when we stopped for dinner at a restaurant, when I was eight years old, I was showered with treats, gifts, and compliments; There were people saying "Wow, he's a beautiful boy", "Oh, how handsome", and even old ladies and young waiters saying "This is going to break a lot of hearts when he grows up".
But what attracted me here and connected me to this old town was not these praises showered on me, but the sincere people living in it.Everyone in the city had their own troubles, they were unaware of the troubles of others.
In fact, no one cared about others and would not hesitate to oppress them for their own interests, and in city life, everyone was always very cold towards foreigners, but the town was different from there, people invited us in the restaurant in case we didn't have a place to stay, people told us how much we could stay in the nearest hotels, and people wanted to offer us food if we didn't have money. It is difficult to find these in that center of collective apathy called the city. Although I did not understand what the reason for this interest was at that time, now I clearly understood the reason for this interest. A lonely man and his son who came to the town naturally aroused this thought in everyone; "Where is his mother? Is she gone? Is she dead?"
The people here are probably my father and I. The father, who lost his wife, had to take his son to the old town and start a different life because his financial situation was not good, but the truth of the matter was not like that at all.
And now this is what everyone is asking; "Where is your mother? Is she gone? Is she dead?" There was a harsh answer to their questions; "Yes, she is gone, she is dead" I could have given them this answer and even wanted to get angry and shout; "My beautiful mother is no more, she turned into an angel, flew away and went with my father because a stupid truck driver lost control while driving sleepy at night and crashed into them, killed both my family and died himself because he didn't care, he couldn't think, he wanted to be faster and come home earlier, but neither was he. nor could my family come home."
Even though I used to get angry, now this situation was a situation where I couldn't stay angry. After all, the man was also dead and there was nothing I could do, blaming someone else was not the solution. I still wish there was someone to blame, I could blame fate, Or everyone who had something to do with it, but what would happen next? Would my family come back?
Apart from all this, what really made me happy was that every time I looked in the mirror, I saw her, my mother. My father always said that I was a small copy of my mother, my white skin colorHe compared my straight, coal-black hair and ocean blue eyes to his, and he was right.
I purposely didn't cut my black hair for a long time, I just straightened it and never shortened it because I wanted to look more like my mother and it worked. My slight bun at the back of my head and my face really looked like my mother, and I was really proud of it.
The only thing that changed was that I wore glasses and this was not a problem. I cannot see without my glasses and I did not want to buy contact lenses. However, the main reason why I was called a "nerd" at school was because I did not lift my head from the books.
I loved reading books, it helped me distract myself, most importantly, I loved fantasy books because it felt like a small escape from this dark, depressive and worthless world we lived in to somewhere else. I used to wonder what would happen if there was a world with dragons, fairies and witches.
My mother could probably, even definitely, be a fairy tale character. He was perfect, he treated everyone well, cooked great meals, always stayed positive, and most importantly, he always looked at the bright side of life. He grew his own vegetables, fruits, and flowers in the garden, and cooking with them for the people he loved always made him happy. He also loved to gift some of the flowers to his relatives, neighbors, and friends on special occasions such as birthdays, his heart was like gold.
My father was just as funny and entertaining. When he worked from morning to evening, he would come home and throw himself on the sofa with a sigh, I would try not to disturb him too much because I knew he was tired.
Moreover, no matter how tired my father was, he would always read me a short story book before going to bed. Sometimes, while reading, he would fall asleep in my desk chair without finishing the story.
If my father falls asleep, he first calls my mother, watches her pick him up and takes him to his room, then my mother and I look at each other and giggle at the sight of my father walking towards the bed, swaying like a sleepwalker, in his light blue and teddy bear pajamasWe would make jokes and go to sleep.
Weekends were incredible, we would all have breakfast together and then go out together and do whatever we wanted. Sometimes we would go to the park with ice creams in our hands, walk and chat, sometimes go to the movies or play games like football or hide and seek with my father in the park, or eat snacks and have a pleasant time while watching movies at home.
In fact, my adolescence was difficult for me and caused me to move away from my family a little. Even though this change ended our story time with my father, the weekend activities were always the same and I loved it. Some days during the weekday evenings, we would watch the movies we chose, and there were times when we got carried away and even talked to the television.
I missed both of them and it was good for me to remember these memories after many years. The sun was rising as we approached my mother's town, I didn't even realize how many hours had passed while thinking about old memories. Now those big skyscrapers in the city were gone and replaced by small town houses, some of them with gardens just like our two-storey house.
I slowed down the car and took a look around. In the gardens of a few houses, some little girls were playing various games with their little dolls made of cloth, some boys were making wooden figures such as cars or horses for themselves, and the rest were laughing and having fun playing ball between the houses.
I thought people could be happier away from the city, away from the modern and hasty yet dangerous life. There are no constantly ringing phones, no hasty and harsh bosses who push you from behind, no arrogant customers who need to be served perfectly.
In fact, there are no new digital games that children are constantly immersed in. Of course, televisions were visible from outside the houses, but people were not sitting in front of them all the time, as in the city.
I knew I would be happy in this town, but I still had worries and I was most worried about hiding myselfSince I was a male omega, my scent was very different, so I immediately attracted the attention of other alphas, betas, and even omegas.
Everyone was saying that I had a sweeter, lighter and more attractive scent than normal female omegas, these words only made me more afraid, worried and wanted to hide myself, especially when stupid alpha males thought they were something and flirted with me in a dominant way, it made me sick.
That's why I was using various shampoos, perfumes and medicines to hide my smell and trying to hide it as much as possible because it was dangerous.
At that moment, I had a doubt, I pulled the car to the right, checked my bag and relaxed. I had my medicines and perfume with me. These medicines were for me to both hide myself and keep myself under control. Sometimes, they were very good at silencing the fire that woke up inside me. Especially during the full moon, I could not control myself and I was emitting a smell so intense that it could be felt five or six streets away from my own house, so when I saw the medicines and perfume in place, I relaxed and continued driving.
I passed by my mother's old house, but I didn't stop and only looked at that old house with a garden from the outside because I had to go to my uncle's first.
I hadn't seen my Uncle Arthur since my parents' funeral, but I remembered that he was a good man, and he even wanted to take me in and help me years ago, but when I told him that I would finish university on my own feet and come to the town on my own, he agreed even though he didn't want to.
My Uncle Arthur was always a quiet and calm man. And my mother always talked about him as "a tramp and generally lives according to his wishes, but he is very good and understanding", he did not look like a tramp, but at least he was a real gentleman when he covered the tattoos on his arms with a long coat, my mother always told me that my Uncle and Grandfather were fighting at home..
Even though he was my mother's brother, I called him uncle just because he was older than me. Although he was actually my uncle, it was more accurate to call him Uncle because they were closer to my father.
My uncle Arthur was a history teacher and there was no problem with that, but it was strange that a teacher who was supposed to be an example to his students had tattoos on his arms, had his hair in a ponytail and was wearing earrings.
Although my uncle Arthur sometimes sent me money during my university years, I immediately sent it back and said that I could not accept it. After all, since my mother did not come to town, I only saw him when he waved to me from inside the house while looking through the car window and I waved back, that was the only communication between us.
Since I talked to him a little bit after the funeral, my loneliness was gone, even if only a little bit, and I was grateful for that. And now I was heading towards the house of my uncle, with whom I had little or no conversation before the funeral, but after the funeral, he occasionally asked questions like "Are you okay? How are you? Do you need anything?" and chatted with me for a little bit.
I followed the address my uncle gave me, but the map wasn't very good, so I had to ask someone, and when I asked a group of uncles sitting in the garden chatting for the way to the house, they all gave directions in unison.
I stopped in front of a beautiful two-storey house located a little further from the town, the garden was very beautiful, the flowers were well-kept and there was even an apple tree, it looked very beautiful, at that moment I realized where I found my love for Fantasy stories, I looked at the glass door opening to the garden, I could sit there and watch this garden for hours with a hot and fresh mug full of sugary coffee in my hand.
As I got out of the car and approached the door, I got really nervous, my hands were sweating, and I was thinking, "Not seeing someone for a long time and then coming to see them suddenly means this is what he's doing." It's been almost four years since I've seen my uncle.
I knocked on the door, clearly nervous, hoping that my uncle hadn't changed after all these years.
The silence was prolongedI was looking around, examining the flowers in the garden while waiting for my uncle to open the door. I noticed the red carnation pot next to the door. While looking at the carnations, a small figurine in the pot caught my attention. It was a ceramic figurine in the shape of a white rabbit placed at the bottom of the pot. In this pot where red, green and brown were mixed, the pure white rabbit stood out immediately.
I took the figurine, it was the size of my palm, I turned it over in my hand and found a signature underneath: "For Arthur...From George." Arthur was my uncle's name, but I didn't know who this George guy was.
When I heard footsteps coming towards the door, I immediately put the trinket back in its place, straightened my clothes, and tried not to look too nervous.
I froze when Uncle Arthur opened the door, he had changed so much that he had cut his long hair, his tattoos were not visible under his long shirt, and his earring was gone.
While a smile appeared on his face, the fine lines around the corners of his eyes betrayed his age. His black hair was styled, but apparently he was not growing his hair anymore, and there was even a small bald spot on his head.
Uncle Arthur hugged me with a smile on his face; "Little Willy" I laughed and hugged him back, my uncle had started calling me Willy after the funeral, even though he had changed so much, he had not lost his personality.
While my uncle was leaving me, I heard a voice coming from inside the house: "Arthur?" My uncle took a step back and invited me in.
I walked in and as soon as I stepped into the living room I was met by a slightly built man with red hair and a short red beard, he smiled at me and stood up; "Hello boy, my name is George, I'm glad to meet"
I shook his hand; "William, I'm glad, sir, are you my uncle's friend?" George nodded and grinned, "Or even a little more," and winked.
I laughed and sat on the sofa, my Uncle sat next to George; "William, this is George, my neighbor and friend, he is a good carpenter and also does ceramics."
George added"So, I am generally involved in home renovations and repairs." I grinned slightly when George put his arm around my Uncle's shoulders and I ask;"So is he fixing you right now uncle?" George laughed, And my uncle turned completely red, the view was clearly worth seeing
When George finally finished laughing he spoke: "No, actually, I found out that you were moving to that old house,I was waiting for you to check and renovate the house."
My uncle took a deep breath and calmed down: "Yes, when you wanted to move into that old house instead of moving in with me, I wanted you to at least have a more livable house. Don't worry, the renovation will be entirely at your request."
This made me really happy; "Thank you very much uncle, I already saw the house when I came here, the outside should definitely be renovated, but I don't know what the inside is like, we should check it first."
George nodded; "I have a few more friends, we can fix that house from top to bottom with them, and if you help us, we can finish the job much faster."
My uncle Arthur added: "You will stay with me during the renovation of the house and I do not want to object to this offer." I had to accept it. While George and my uncle were sitting next to each other, I could not resist and asked curiously: "Uncle, what are you two? I mean, as a species."
My uncle was silent for a while and then smiled with George; "I'm a Beta," George added; "And I'm an Alpha."
I nodded in understanding, and even though I didn't want to under their curious gaze, I said; "I'm an omega," my uncle and George suddenly froze, apparently they were expecting a beta or alpha from me too.
But unexpectedly, George smiled and said excitedly: "A male omega? Unbelievable! I've heard of it on the internet and TV before, but I've never seen it in real life, isn't it very rare?"
My uncle added with concern and regret: "You took your wolf after the age of eighteen, hide yourself without your mother and father, and didn't you tell me this?!"
I was a little embarrassed, but my uncle didn't push me any further, he sighed deeply;"Look, I know we're not so close, but I'm still family to you, so if you really have a problem, don't hesitate to talk to me."
I nodded, my uncle's understanding behavior made me happy. As my mother said, he might have been a tramp before, but now he had the air of a completely authoritarian, gentle and calm teacher.
We chatted for a while longer, George told me about the mountain trips and forest walks he took with my Uncle Arthur. The two of them were really close. Finally I decided to ask; "Are you two a match?" My uncle turned red again, and a grin appeared on George's face.
(Matching meant that one or two people chose each other as a mate. This mating was based on the wolves choosing each other first, and unlike the one on paper, it was like a completely instinctive marriage bond. Then, if the wolf owners wanted, they could completely mate and marry. It was also possible for someone to reject their mate, but it would never end well.)
As soon as George opened his mouth, Uncle Arthur covered his mouth with his hand and sighed; "There is nothing definite yet. Our wolves are matched, but we are still moving slowly." My uncle let go of George's mouth and sat down, George added with a grin: "We have done everything except the marriage on paper, but your uncle wants to wait."
Uncle Arthur patted him on the arm, it was a light stimulating pat, I have to admit they looked really cute, odd but cute. My Uncle was seven years younger than my Dad, now I was twenty-two and Uncle Arthur must have been in his mid-thirties so he was still young for wolves, a wolf lived on average between one hundred thirty or one hundred fifty years so my Uncle had found the right person at the right time.
I was very happy for him, my uncle ran over and served him tea and cookies, and we chatted for a while longer.
I learned that George and my uncle met by chance.
While my uncle, whose coffee table was broken, was looking for a repairman, the old lady of the town, Miss Martha, suggested George to him, and as soon as my uncle went to her, the wolves cried out in unison: "Mate!" shouted.
Immediately after that day,George moved to the house next to my uncle and tried to get to know him by coming to his house with various excuses such as asking for sugar, salt and coffee to attract his attention.
Although my uncle was not close to George at first, he liked his sarcastic and childish attitude over time and eventually agreed to mate through his wolves. Of course, they weren't physically paired, it was more like a soul bond.
The stories were going on and on, and finally, when it was getting late, I started to tidy up the kitchen while my Uncle was sending George off, and while the two of them were hugging and kissing in front of the door, I tried to do the dishes by looking away.
Finally, my uncle arranged the guest room for me, I didn't need anything other than a blanket and pillow. I also brought my suitcase from the car.
I didn't unpack my suitcase, I didn't know how long I would stay here, so I put it next to the bed, just took my pajamas, put them on and lay down on the bed.
I looked out of the closed window on the wall of the room, it was a quiet and calm night, with wolf howls coming from time to time. Wolves normally do not possess the body completely, they say that if they do, it will bring great destruction and death.
But how can my Fraun bring destruction? The worst thing he did was when he got bored, he would sing the song of my most hated popsicle commercial in my head for hours without getting tired, and when he wasn't singing, he would only make comments about which boy or girl was more beautiful and which one was suitable for us. Apart from these, he was just sleeping and sometimes I could even hear him snoring loudly in my head.
At the moment, while I was watching outside,Fraun started to sing the song of the shampoo commercial he heard last week in my head out of boredom. Fraun would get out of control once or twice a month during the full moon and the urge to run would arise, but it was easy to keep her calm. However, I know that such instincts will decrease when I find my wife.
I tossed and turned in bed for a whileWhile these thoughts were wandering around in my mind, I tried to make myself comfortable. Normally, I couldn't sleep in strange places, but as tiredness came over me, I finally threw myself into the arms of sleep
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