Of course. That’s right.
She’s ours. Hers to claim and tame.
Destined for us and our cocks.
No one touches what belongs to the alphas without recessions.
Their status.
Their fame.
Their influence, requirements, and wealth breeds them. Without a doubt, Wendy Grimwolf was going to be a massive headache the second I knew she was our mate.
She became their headache.
They hate to admit the truth of not letting an Omega, who is their mate, want to control them, but it is what it is.
Loving someone is showing them pain and causing them tears like they think she deserves.
That’s the sort of fate we found ourselves in. In a circle of psychopaths, narcissists, bastards and self-centered sons of bitches.
The alphas are in love with her. More like they are obsessed and possessive of her.
They want her. They hate her existence. The idea of her being their mate thrills them, but they hate her for being their mate and belonging to all of them.
And that’s the reason they will never let go of her if she doesn’t reject them. I wish to reject her, but the thought of her belonging to the others and Donovan, drawn to her at every second, makes me sick.
My name is Gerhard Grimwolf. I am 24 years old and I am the seventeenth child of Aaron Grimwolf, the leader of the clan.
I grew up with my brothers.
They are alphas, and I am an omega. Growing up with my half brothers wasn’t what I would call fun.
My brothers were the sort of people who don’t care about anyone but themselves. Despite us being siblings, they act like we are all not blood-related and go about their business. They only get involved in your life when it benefits them.
I had a father who was never present in my life but handed my needs and care to my nannies and my mother, who didn’t know I existed as her son.
As an Omega, I got shamed for being what I never asked to be. People mock me secretly and whisper among themselves that I didn’t turn out as an alpha like my brothers when I came from a lineage of alphas.
They seem to forget that my mother is an Omega.
Once an Omega mates with an Alpha, their offspring can come out as an alpha or an omega, depending on which gene is stronger.
Just like Wendy. When I found out she was an Omega, when her mother was an alpha, I knew her father might have been an Omega.
This theory is pretty common.
I didn’t have many friends because I was always moving from one boarding school to another, since my father loves moving around a lot.
My nannies took care of me and made sure no alpha was crossing his boundaries towards me because I was an omega.
I didn’t know how to feel loved. Never felt loved as a child before, but a burden. I didn’t know what having a father and mother felt like, because I grew up like an orphan and I hate talking about myself to anyone.
I always moved from one boarding school to another, because my half brothers were alphas and the thought of me being the only Omega at home irked them. And my elder brother, who was also an Omega, wasn’t always around to stay around with. And besides, we are not even close to begin with, so I understand how being around an Omega was hard enough.
I hardly stayed at home.
I was lonely most of the time and had no one to rely on. Not even my father. He was nice at heart, regardless of other things. He was useless.
My father provided everything for everyone, but he was never there for any of us. He was absent in our lives.
Because of my environment, I grew up too fast and got mature twice my age than how a normal child my age should act. I wish I grew up as an innocent child and didn’t know too much at my age. My life would have gotten much better and not rotten.
I acted like a cheerful, jovial, naive Omega to everyone for pretense, but within me I wasn’t.
I was way worse than you could ever imagine after I lost my first love to my father.
My father had an obsessive sexual urge for Omegas. Young Omegas, the naive ones who haven’t experienced the harsh sense of life.
It was more like a pedophile sort of thing. My father had a thing for children. It was a horrible experience while growing up when I saw my father raping a child.
My girlfriend.
My childhood got ruined, and I became traumatized and couldn’t speak about it to anyone.
Of course, I was the son of a billionaire and the son of the most powerful Alpha on the continent, but my life was nothing but misery. If I speak up, no one listens to me and assumes I’m just an Omega with no voice.
I don’t deserve to speak or complain about something I can’t solve because I am not an alpha and I can’t bring justice to my first love.
My father never got punished for what he did and got away with it.
When I saw how my father did whatever he wanted by taking advantage of my first love on the day of my birthday.
I became impotent
My sexuality for women died on that day when my father raped my girlfriend at 13. She was the girl I had a crush on before we started dating.
My father had his eyes on her and took her away from me.
That night, I cried my eyes out and sobbed for days and no one knew what went wrong with me. I lost so much weight and depressed my mental state.
I swore to get back to my father for what he had done. If no one would punish him and speak out, I will do it.
A year passed, I couldn’t get the scene of that night out of my head. And my penis hasn’t reacted, got erected, since that incident.
On a fateful day, I came back home during the holidays, and walked to my room as usual with no one to talk to or welcome me home.
That’s basically what my life was about. My home was like a prison with no prisoners.
If Aiden and some others were around, they might have welcomed me home.
I opened the door to my room and saw my elder brother, Donovan, sleeping on my bed. I wondered what he was doing here when there were multiple rooms in this mansion.
I walked closer to him and saw how fast asleep he was. I bent down a little to move my hand to his shoulder to wake him up.
I hesitated when I saw the strands of his silky hair across his beautiful eyelashes and his slightly parted pink lips. I felt a twitch in my cock.
What is wrong with me? My cock just reacted now. Why? I thought it would never work again.
I didn’t realize I had fallen in love with my half brother back then.
I never knew losing my sexual urges for my first love after I saw what my father did would make me attracted to alphas.