Page 126 of Carmichael's Omega

"Yeah," Devel nods, "dark in some way. Now... up North, years and years ago, a couple of generations at least, the last of the Born Omegas was killed. We haven't had any new ones, and shit is going left fast up there."

"Is it?" I muse thoughtfully. Helping Rhet with his pack brought some of that to light.

"Yeah. My brother, Teague, was meant to be the alpha of alphas. It was prophesied that an alpha of old would come along and change the north forever along with a mate of the purest heart. We assumed that the alpha was Teague and the mate was his, too. Then...

"He shifted MateLess," I finish.

Devel's eyes flash with deep, remembered pain. "Yeah. Everything fell apart for our pack, the GriMaw. Teague wasn't the alpha of the legend."

"That little alpha-pup in the RustClaw..." I hedge.

"Yeah, he's something, isn't he? I don't hold out much hope, though. Not after what happened with Teague. GriMaw still hasn't recovered even if my brother has."

"You think this alpha of the north will have an omega mate?" I ask.

Devel shrugs. "Could be. We just want a Blessed One back, honestly. Statistically, a pack with a Blessed has at least one-third fewer pack-to-pack deaths and rejections and fewer MateLess shifts, too. ClearHowl hasn't had a MateLess shift since the twins were born."

My wolf and I jolt to hear that. My mates are miracles.

"But," Devel says, and my awareness of his following words heightens, "if the omega is poorly treated, it makes the pack three times worse."

"Chale," I say quietly. My thoughts flash to Lily. Was she mistreated? I can't remember. I was so young when she andMamadied. The MateLess... they die in the desert. Could those deaths have been prevented if Lily had been treated well? Or was Lily not a Blessed One like my twins, anyway?

"Yeah."

"What about their matings?"

Devel grinned, shaking his head. "Never heard of twin omegas before, did you know that?" he whispers.

I shake my head, feeling my heart race.

"So... the legend is old. Older than most of the packs. Blessed Ones bring balance without bloodshed. It's a twist on wolves, yeah? Usually, we use violence first, but Blessed Ones can stop a war in its tracks, or so the stories say. They're healers, nurturers, growers. They have a magic touch, yeah?"

I find myself nodding.

"As their mate, you are one of the only wolves who can read an omega's emotional state. They're closed off to us, like humans, but they can read everyone else."

"Say that again?" I ask.

"You need to keep on top of them, Carmichael. They will soak up everyone else's sorrow and depression and anxiety, but you will have to let them release that, yeah?"

"How?" I demand.

Suddenly, Devel's eyes dart away from me, and his shoulders hunch. A red blush works its way up to his neck. "Ah... intimacy," he mumbles.

I just blink at him for a minute. "I can fuck their sadness away?" I ask. My cock jumps in my pants. My wolf is already planning his fuckpad-den with his little mates in his mind.

Devel coughs, "yeah. There's more..."

"Tell me." Go down,pendejo, I tell my dick.

"There's a reason for why Blessed Ones have dominant, powerful mates."

I lean back to give my hard-on some relief. I can read Devel's un-said statement. I have to sexually dominant my mates when they are upset.

They are upset now.

I stand carefully with my cock straining to rip open the zipper on my jeans. Devel groans and covers his eyes with his hand.

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