The Rise of the Omega Supreme

(POV: Nicollas)

“Damn it!” I massage my temples.

Still with a throbbing headache, I force myself to open my eyes and get out of bed. For a moment, my head spins, but it quickly subsides.

A terrible feeling tightens my chest and, without knowing why, I search the whole room for my companion. But she is nowhere to be found. All I find is my wide-open window. I approach it and look down, seeing footprints leading towards the dark forest.

Anger! This feeling has been keeping me company lately. I’m irritated, very much so. At this moment, I’m on the verge of tearing apart anyone who dares to appear in front of me.

How did this teenage brat manage to do this?

Who does this spoiled girl think she is?

“Our companion and Supreme Luna,” Ryan says, enjoying my irritation.

“Idiot,” I retort, making him laugh in my face.

This can’t be happening to me!

Me, a grown man of twenty-five. The supreme alpha of the northern and eastern packs. The strongest and most feared of all in my territory and beyond. The mention of one of my many nicknames makes both alphas and omegas tremble in fear. I passed out from a simple blow to the head, given by a spoiled, skinny, pretty girl. Who made me feel like an idiot twice. In less than two days! Unacceptable!

“Oh, girl, when I get my hands on you, you won’t want to be in your own skin!”

“Let me go!” I hear the voice of my companion, weak and desperate. She’s in her human form, but I can still hear her. She’s in distress, and my wolf becomes restless. “Please, let me go! Help!”

Without waiting for any more words of despair from my companion, I rushed out of the house. As soon as I step out, I transform and run towards the dark forest where I know my companion is.

(POV: Lina)

A shiver runs down my spine, causing my heart to race. I feel something closing my throat, making my breath heavy and irregular. My fingers grow cold, and my body trembles. I scan my surroundings in desperation, trying to smell who is watching me. But my search is in vain, which makes me even more frightened.

“Who’s there?” Damn it, my trembling voice betrays my fear. “Who’s there? Show yourself! I know someone is there!” I assert loudly, making it clear that I’m aware of being watched.

I futilely try to see through the tall, dry trees. Despite my fear, I dare to leave the waterfall and walk in a random direction through the forest.

“We shouldn’t wander aimlessly through the forest like this,” Lua warns me, agitated.

I don’t answer because I know she is right, but no matter how hard I try. I always end up doing what I shouldn’t, and this always leads to terrible consequences. I stop walking when I hear footsteps behind me. I look back and what used to be a simple shiver down my spine has turned into a big tremor. It goes from the top of my head to the tip of my little toe, making me break out in a cold sweat.

What beings are these in front of me?

I blink my eyes repeatedly to make sure of what I’m seeing. My heart seems to want to burst out of my chest with its strong, rapid beats. These creatures are hideous!

Their eyes are blood-red, their bodies are completely covered by a coat reminiscent of the fur of omega wolves. Strange, but they are in what seems to be a human form.

One of the beings takes two steps towards me, and I take three steps back. It tries to touch me, but I don’t allow it. I turn my back and start running. I don’t run for very long because, before I take more than ten steps, the creature from before grabs my arm.

My arm goes numb from the extremely cold touch. It feels as if a dead body in a morgue is holding onto me instead of a living, hairy creature. It drags me further into the forest with the rest of its group, and all that goes through my mind is:

Damn it! Are these the feared wolf-devouring beasts?

Terrified by this possibility, I scream for help. I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I know there’s no one here in this dreaded forest besides me, but my survival instinct compels me to call for help.

I ask him to let go of my arm, but the creature squeezes hard. He brings his face close to mine and opens his mouth, the smell of his breath makes me hold my breath. I notice that it is trying to growl, but only strange noises come out of its mouth. I notice that two of its teeth are unusually large and sharp. These teeth bring back painful memories and once again I cry out for help. The creature covers my mouth.

Fear, as much as I hate feeling it, is all I’m capable of feeling at the moment. Tears flood my eyes, and sobs tear through my throat, loud and violent.

When I give up and accept that this is the end for me, the creature that is holding my arm is thrown away from me. The black wolf (my companion) appears, fighting the creatures.

A feeling of loss, for some reason, hits my chest as he kills one of the creatures.

“Nooo!” I fall to my knees, and the high-pitched scream coming from my throat rips it apart.

Tears of sadness stream down my face, and sobs only hurt my throat even more. In pain, I fall face-first to the ground and cry even harder. My companion, seeing me in this state, stops fighting and comes to me. I’m in so much pain that I can’t even move a muscle. He lifts me onto his back and runs out of the forest. Even with my blurred vision, I realize that he’s heading towards the house where he’ll keep me captive.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As we arrive at his estate, Nicollas sits me down on the ladder that leads to the front door of the house.       He frowns slightly as he turns back into his human form. Then he carries me in his arms like a bride and enters his house. He takes me to the room where I was before, and as he is about to close the door, panic sets in, and with a weak voice, I say,

“Please don’t lock the door.” I rest my head on the curve of his neck, and tears stream from my eyes, wetting his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he sighs. “Everything will be fine.”

He walks to the bed and lays me down, then lies down beside me, allowing me to rest my head on his chest.

Oh my! Now I realize that we are both naked. Lying in this huge double bed, and this discovery makes my cheeks blush. I hide my face in his warm and soft chest. He chuckles, making me even more embarrassed and tempted to break his neck.

Distracted, I count from one to a thousand to keep calm. I feel one of his large hands caress my head, giving me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. With the other hand, he takes the sheet and covers us. His scent is so pleasant, the rhythm of his breath is so calm, and his warmth is so comforting that I fall asleep, feeling all of it.