"This is fucking bullshit!"
Samuel glared at his daughter, sighing as he placed the papers in his hands down. "First off, watch your language. Second off, this is tradition and we are going to follow it."
"This tradition is bullshit and outdated." Mary spat out, crossing her arms over her chest. "This isn't the old ages and this isn't back when omegas didn't have any rights! This is my birthright too!"
"We need to follow how things have always been, we need to stay by those traditions otherwise we will lose control and no one will understand their place." Deanna told her. "Everyone has a place Mary."
"And an omegas place is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen preparing a meal for their alpha." Mary spat out once more, almost bristling with anger.
"You know that that is not true." Samuel told her. "Omegas and alphas are equal but this is the one place where we cannot budge, the pack leader will be and must always be an alpha."
"You just said that we're equal." Mary all but shouted at him. "And yet we can't do this?"
"This is not up for debate Mary." Deanna told her sternly. "Alphas are the pack leader, that is the end."
"Our pack leader was my grandfather." Mary said through clenched teeth. "Dad doesn't want the title so therefore it should go to me."
"Since when do you even want to be pack leader?" Samuel asked. "You have never once even hinted at wanting that position."
"I want the opportunity." Mary told him. "I want the option to know I could've instead of immediately being pushed to the side. I'm not even being told no because of anything real, its something that I can't control."
Deanna sighed. "Sweetheart I know you're upset, but this isn't something that you can change or even think of asking the others for support."
Mary glowered at them and then whirled away, wanting to go outside.
"Be back before dark." Deanna called out to her. "We have to go to the mountains tonight together."
Mary didn't answer as she walked out, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on as she left. Shoving her hands into her pockets she focused her energy on just walking roughly, barring her teeth as she passed unfamiliar weres that raked their eyes over her. The entire town was filled with the scent of foreign alphas and she hated it.
She felt a pang in her chest at what all these new alphas meant. Her grandfather was dead, he was a traditionalist and hadn't been happy that she was a female omega but he still loved her, still taught her and encouraged her. He was the one that would take her into the forest as a pup and teach her to track and hunt.
He had always said that he wished she had been born an alpha, she would have been perfect to be the pack leader and back then she had been too young to understand but now...now it just made her chest hurt.
The thought of some random alpha being their pack leader, taking her grandfathers place and being the head, leading the pack on its hunts and being the one the others looked to.
She wanted to rip the throats out of all these alphas in turn, one by one.
And tonight she was going to have to join the others in her pack to watch all the other alphas, some from her pack but mostly from other packs, compete against one another to see who would be the new alpha. There was almost never an opportunity like this so they had extended the waiting period for others to join for a week and tonight was the deadline.
Tonight she was going to have to watch alphas primp and strut in trying to gain the votes necessary to pass onto the second part, the one where they had to fight for the position.
She wanted to throw up and her hands curled slightly as she tried to figure out what else she could possibly do. As the granddaughter of the previous one she had no choice in not going, that was just not allowed to happen either.
But she also couldn't just stand to the side and let all of it happen like that. There had to be something else she could do, anything else.
Bringing the neck of her jacket up a bit more she covered her mouth and nose to try to block the scents at least a bit more, it was all going to give her a headache. Her peripheral vision made her look to the side and her eyes narrowed when one of the alphas was coming towards her. She stopped and narrowed her eyes, her entire body shifting into a slightly offensive stance.
The alpha stopped about a foot away, a respective distance away from her for her personal space but enough that they can speak to one another easily. The wind blew slightly and despite herself Mary couldn't help but breathe the hint of his scent in, forcing herself not to shudder.
He was handsome, there was no denying it at all. He smelt of alpha and if she had to put a word to it she would say that it smelt like a leader should, she hated how much she liked it and concentrated on not breathing in any deeper, bringing her jacket up a bit more to cover her nose.
"My name is John Winchester, I'm from the pack a town over." he said with a smile, holding his hand out towards her and his alpha scent surrounding her. His voice was low and warm, like a swallow of whiskey. "I'm here to compete for the pack leader." His smile widened as he looked over her. "Mind showing me around the town?"
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