Page 2 of Alphabets & Omegas
I find it infinitely weird that my younger brother, who was wilder than I’ve ever been, now has a pup and is an actual parent. Before Mike met his Omega, he was an Alpha on the prowl. I can’t count the amount of knot-chasing Betas that walked with a funny gait out of his bedroom. I would’ve been worried he was damaging those women if they didn’t keep coming back for more. Beta pussy never quite hits the right spot, but it’s better than nothing.
The moment he met Jen, it all changed. Like me, he’d conceded that meeting an Omega would never happen. After all, the Frazers weren’t exactly the sort of Alphas that paired with coveted Omegas. Coming from a tiny pack in the middle-of-nowhere meant mating with an Omega was as unlikely as me waking up before ten in the morning. Not impossible, but requiring a very specific set of circumstances.
When Mike and Jenny met, it was cosmic and animalistic. They screwed on every surface available without considerationof who might have to eat their lunch off that surface later. With how scatter-brained Jen used to be, it was no surprise she forgot her birth control while in heat. Nine months later, little Oscar came along and everything changed.
When they made the decision to move to the city and join the largest wolf-shifter pack in the country, I didn’t think twice about following them. Pack is life, but family is everything.
To be honest, it’s still very surreal that two people I’ve caught knotted together in the most inappropriate places are in charge of a whole tiny human.
“C’mon, Uncle Special Case!” Oscar says, hurrying off and dragging me along with him. I roll my eyes at the childhood nickname Mike instructed Oscar to call me.
“Need me to pick him up too?” I throw the question back at Jenny, glancing at her over my shoulder as Oscar pulls me along with enthusiasm.
“No, I’ll be out of work by then,” she replies, laughing at her son’s eagerness. “Bye Oscar, have a good day at school!”
“Bye Mom!” Oscar calls back, practically bouncing on the snow cleared sidewalk. Little sprouts of fur puff in and out of existence on the tips of his cold-nipped ears. Young shifters don’t have the best control of their powers, and partial shifts are a part of everyday life.
I don’t mind being the go-to babysitter. It’s the reason I bought the garage and apartment down the road from the house Jenny inherited from her grandparents. Our parents passed away when we were young, and Jen’s insufferable parents still have her excommunicated from her former pack. They never forgave her for mating with a nobody Alpha. So, I’m the official Oscar support system. We have sleepovers when Jen goes into heat and his parents are otherwise occupied – really, really occupied.
The walk to the school is quick and the sidewalk blessedly shoveled. Walking through the front gate of the wolf-shifter exclusive elementary school, I verify I’m a registered pack member with a stern-looking Beta. She glances at my leather jacket and the tattoos on my hands and scowls with disapproval. It makes me smirk.
“Which classroom is yours?” I ask the bounding little boy holding my gloved hand. My huge palm entirely engulfs his and I can feel his shifted claws poking through his gloves.
“This way!” Oscar tugs me down a corridor to the left.
We arrive at a classroom with primary colors blaring from the walls. The doorway itself is dripping with so many Christmas decorations that I have to duck to get through the door. Alphas are big and we often have to duck in human designed buildings, but this school was built by the pack for wolf-shifter offspring and their parents. It’s a relief not to have to stoop – that is, it would be if there weren’t about a hundred baubles dangling in the way.
The classroom is so bright, I briefly consider fishing my aviator sunglasses out of my jacket pocket. Cringing at the high-pitched shrieks of excited six-year-olds, I step over the threshold and am hit by a scent like a ton of bricks.
Maple syrup and sweet apples.
Omega.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
I had no clue unmated Omegas could be elementary school teachers, let alone be so goddamn good-looking and smell so delicious. I don’t recall any of my teachers being anything other than dumpy old Betas with a strong dislike for rambunctious budding Alphas. If they’d been even a tiny bit like this ethereal creature, I would have been the teacher’s pet. Just a dog panting after its master.
I close my mouth before I drool, but it falls back open again when the teacher smiles.
Fuck me sideways. That smile!
“Good Morning, Oscar, and who do you have with you today?”
“This is Uncle Special Case,” Oscar responds proudly, swinging our joined hands. I want to kill Mike for teaching his kid that ridiculous nickname, but I lean into it confidently and smile at the pretty Omega.
“Special Case?” the teacher echoes, raising a delicate eyebrow at me with the hint of an amused smile.
“It’s a childhood nickname,” I smirk and lick my lips. My body is responding rapidly to the Omega, and I feel my eyes change from their usual warm brown to my wolf’s bright orange. “Casey. My name’s Casey, I’m Mr. Frazer’s brother. Oscar’s mom had an emergency this morning and asked me to bring him to school.”
Has she been here the whole time? A mere ten-minute walk from my garage. She must be part of the city pack. How have I not crossed paths with her before at a pack run, or, I dunno, felt some inexplicable pull to visit Oscar at school?
“Oh, that’s very kind of you,” she says with a warm smile. “I’m Miss Shields, Oscar’s teacher.”
I’m elated to hear she’s a miss. I can smell that she’s unmated, but the confirmation is the encouragement I need. If I have my way, she won’t be a miss for much longer. The chances of stumbling across an unmated Omega is next to nil; to find one that smells so compatible is almost unbelievable. If the idiot Alphas running the city pack haven’t claimed her, then she’s fair game.
Hot damn, I really love it when the universe surprises me. I’m an adrenaline junkie at heart. Give me the new, the unexplored, the exotic all day, any day. And what really gets my Alpha wolf’s blood pumping is the unexpected. Surprises are my drug of choice. They make my enhanced senses come alive in a worldwhere we’re encouraged to dull them to coexist with humans. So, it’s a great day when something blindsides me.
I know she’s my Omega. Just like I’ve known all the others I’ve met before weren’t mine. My body is humming with crackling excitement, entirely keyed into every breath she’s taking. I’m captivated, completely ensnared by her mere presence.
