The Pack's Omega

Chapter 1 – The Trip Back

"Ciaran, Ciaran! Wake up."

Opening my eyes was a tedious process; the loud grumbling of the plane's engine had lulled me into a deep sleep. My neck was stiff from the awkward angle of resting it against the window, and with a series of small pops and creaks, I managed to turn to my mother. She sat waiting rather impatiently; if her tapping foot was any indication, for me to fully awake before thrusting a small, TSA approved tube of lotion into my hands.

"You're starting to scent." Was her only explanation, turning back to the paperback romance novel she had bought at the airport bookstore. I rolled my eyes at her antics, but nevertheless opened the lotion and began rubbing it into my wrist and neck. The heady smell of roses crinkled my nose. Anything's better than the generic Alpha scent I suppose.

There are three types of people in the social hierarchy; Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Alpha males are like any ordinary guy with the exception of their cocks, they work just like canines (the knot, tons of cum, strong breeders, etc.), and Alpha females have both a "Super Cock" and the average female genitalia, capable of both siring and carrying a child. The Betas are like "ordinary" people. The men don't have the "Super Cock" but are perfectly capable of siring children without it, and the females are capable of bearing children only.

Omegas are generally considered to be the prized jewels of society. With a longer period of fertility and a higher success rate of pregnancies and births than a beta female, Omegas are rare among the hierarchy. The rarest would be people like me however, Omega males. Similar to Alpha females, we're capable of siring and carrying children – however the success rate of an omega male impregnating anyone is low. In a world with a quickly depleting population Omegas are considered to be a godsend. Although as with all things – not everyone agrees with the general population, and some (particularly Betas – and even more particularly, beta males) find Omega males and Alpha females to be abominations. Even going as far as to attack the two – with a sturdy build more prone to developing muscle the Alpha females quickly demonstrated that they were not to be messed with. It was us Omega males, who had a smaller, more feminine frame that quickly learned if we wished to live without fear of being attacked (even in a society where we were generally idolized) we had to find a way to hide ourselves.

The lotion I was applying was that "Hiding Place". Formulated to smell like that of an Alpha, the lotion gave the illusion that an unbonded omega had already been claimed. Most Omegas only used the officially named Scenting Lotion, not to be confused with scented lotion, when they were in a place that was unfamiliar and unknown. Once a "Safe Zone" was established they would stop wearing the lotion and allow potential Alpha's to begin the hunt.

Thanks to a small genetic twist in my Mom's ancestry I was not only an Omega male, but an incredibly potent Omega at that.

The Quileute tribe settled in La Push and became efficient fishermen and shipbuilders. As time passed, other people coveted their land and moved against them for it. The tribe was small and could not defend themselves, so they took their ships and left the land. At sea, Kaheleha used the magic in their blood to defend it. He was the first Spirit Chief in Quileute history. He and all the men left the ships in spirit only, using the original power of Quileute Astral Projection, leaving their bodies behind under the care of the women. Though they could not physically hurt the enemy, the warriors had other ways. They blew fierce winds into enemy camps; they could make great screaming in the wind and could manipulate animals to do their bidding. Animals were the only ones that could see them and help. The invading tribe had packs of thick-furred dogs to pull their sleds in the north, and which were set against them. Bats were brought out of the cliff caverns. As a result, the dogs and bats won and the survivors of the invaders scattered thinking the harbor cursed. The Quileutes released the dogs, which ran wild, and returned to their bodies victorious.

Generations passed and the last of the Great Spirit Chiefs came to be. Taha Aki was a man of peace and was known for his wisdom. However there was one man named Utlapa who believed that they should use their magic to expand their control over the Hohs and the Makahs, building an empire. When the spirit warriors left their bodies their minds were all connected with each other. Taha Aki did not like what Utlapa wanted and banned him from the tribe. Utlapa left and hid in the nearby forest.

Taha Aki was vigilant and protected his people even when there was no danger. Every so often, the Spirit Chief would leave the village to a sacred and secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and searched the surrounding areas for any dangers or threats. One day, Utlapa followed Taha Aki planning to kill him, but as he waited for him to leave his body he hatched another plan. Utlapa left his body, took Taha Aki's body, and killed his own. Taha Aki knew immediately what was happening when Utlapa joined him in the spirit world. He raced back to his sacred place but was too late. He followed his body in his spirit self, down to the tribe. For weeks he watched with despair as Utlapa made sure everyone believed he was Taha Aki. Then Utlapa's first edict came: no warrior was to enter the spirit world because he had a vision of danger, but in truth he was afraid of Taha Aki. Utlapa took liberties with the tribe that no one ever dreamed of. He took a second and a third wife, even though Taha Aki's wife still lived. Eventually, Taha Aki brought a great wolf down the mountains to kill Utlapa and free the tribe, but Utlapa only hid from it behind his warriors. The wolf ended up killing a young man, making Taha Aki's grief greater.

Taha Aki had been away from his body long enough to be in agony. He felt doomed of never being ever to cross the line between life and death. The great wolf followed him through the forest and Taha Aki felt jealous of the animal; at least it had a body and a life. At that moment the Spirit Chief had an idea that changed the future of the Quileutes. He asked the animal if he could share his body with him and the wolf complied. As a single being, the wolf and the man went to the village. The people feared the wolf, shouting for the warriors' help. The warriors came with spears in their hands, but they stopped in surprise of what the wolf was doing: the wolf was retreating from the warriors and trying to yelp the songs of their people. The warriors realized what it was doing and could only think that it was being influenced by a spirit.

An old warrior, Yut, disobeyed the orders of the false chief and left his body. Yut gathered the truth in an instant and welcomed Taha Aki. Almost instantly, Utlapa realized what had happened and raced towards Yut's body with his knife. The other warriors were confused. Yut went back into his body but could not fight Utlapa off before warning the others, as he was too old. Taha Aki watched as Yut's spirit left the world and he returned to the wolf's body feeling a great rage. The wolf shuddered and transformed into a man before the eyes of the warriors. The man did not look like Taha Aki's body, but like his spirit self, which the warriors recognized instantly. Utlapa tried to run but Taha Aki had the strength of the wolf and killed him. Upon realization of what had happened, everything returned to normal. The only change he kept in place was the forbidding of spirit travel. From then on he was known as the Great Wolf or the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many years because he did not age. He fathered many sons, who in time found that they too could turn into wolves on reaching manhood. (History pulled from the Twilight Wiki)

I had thought the old legend to be just that, a legend, but once my family had moved off of the Quileute reservation and into our home in Portland, Oregon all four had changed on their 16th birthday.

"How long until we land?" I asked, trying to pull my thoughts away from that of my older siblings.

"A few minutes actually," my mother never glanced up from her book "The captain announced touch down in 15 just before I woke you."

My mother had been a village elder before we had moved; she had lost a lot of respect in the tribe for marrying my father and she might have even lost her position on the council, but an Elder's position was absolute unless they resigned.

The cab ride from the airport to our old home, while a long one, passed as a blur. I hadn't even realized that we had pulled up to our home before my mother's impatient rap against the window had me jumping in my seat. I pulled myself out of the cab and looked at the house I had lived in until I was 8. The 4 bedroom Victorian building looked just as I remembered; it looked so perfect against the backdrop of the forest. The only blemish on the stunning home was the smaller, more modern house farther back. The Omega's Den, as it had been so cleverly named had been built on my 14th birthday – my mother had always known that we would be moving back at some point and had insisted that I have my own place like omega's generally do. I hated it. It looked foreign and unused, holding none of the homey charm found in the original house.

"Audrey!" Rolling down the driveway was Billy Black, he was a sturdy looking gentleman and something about his eyes had me releasing tension I hadn't realized had built up in my shoulders. "It's great to see you. How was your flight?"

"Billy Black, my word, aren't you starting to look old." Came my mom's tactful reply.

"Not as old as you're starting to look you old hag!"

The playful banter between the two had me smiling. A genuine, full-blown toothy grin. My stiff cheeks ached with the action. How long had I been grimacing?

"Ciaran DuChannes," Billy grumbled in his rich baritone, "Been a long time son."

"9 years, almost to the day sir."

He gave me one of his signature lopsided grins before turning back to my mother. "Where are the girls? Seamus?"

The grimace was back. My mom placed a comforting, but heavy hand on my shoulder, even as her chocolate eyes began to water. She tried to speak, opening and closing her mouth repetitively, but no sound came with the action. Whether she was too emotional to actually form words, or simply didn't have any to explain the situation, Billy caught on to our distress and recklessly changed the subject.

"The council has asked that I bring Ciaran before them, and the pack, immediately."

My mom sobered after a few steadying breathes, and with a quick squeeze to my shoulder regained her control of the English language. "Alright, just give me a few minutes to freshen up and we can head on out."

"Audrey…" Billy's expression was dark "This is to be a closed Council meeting."

It took my mom a few seconds to grasp what was being said, and in that time her expression changed from confused to angry. "And the council has already explained to me over the phone that my reinstatement isn't until next week… Those arrogant, self-serving bastards!"

"I'm sorry Audrey, I tried to convince them to let you take part, but the rest of the elders felt that you would be too biased to really…"

My mom interjected, "TOO BIASED?! The whole reason they don't want me there is so there's no one to argue the other side!"

"Audrey!" The authoritative tone that resounded from Billy was jarring, but quickly softened "Do you really think I'd allow them to make any decision that would harm your family without giving a fight?"

Mom took a few more steadying breathes before she responded "I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean… It's just that…"

"What decision?" I had been trying to follow the conversation but with increasing confusion had been forced to voice my question.

The two looked at me, turned to each other, and shared an unspoken conversation before Billy answered. "The Council will be holding a debate, to decide if you will be accepted back into the tribe – and even more importantly to them if you will be recognized as a member of the pack." Billy recognized that panic that flashed across my features and added "They won't forcibly remove you from the lands – but you will be forced to follow the same rules your father did."

"What?! Why?" My already high voice had shot up an octave.

"We've had a few… incidents. I'm not really allowed to discuss them outside of the Council."

I turned to my mom, hoping she'd be able to answer my question, save me from being ostracized like my dad had been, ANYTHING! She simply gave me a melancholy smile and posed a question to Billy, "You'll defend him, Won't you?"

"Of course I will."

She gave him a curt nod, "Ciaran, you go with Billy. I'll start unpacking."

"The Pack and the Council will be coming to help you move in – and will be bringing dinner once the meeting is over."

My mom's eyes turned and gave Billy an icy glare, that even though I could tell wasn't for him still made me feel sorry for him. "If they decided against Ciaran, they better not step 15 feet near my property line." And with that, she swept towards the house.

AN – I know I should be working on my other stories, but this little egg has been nesting in my brain for a few years, so I've decided to get it out on "Paper". I am still working on both my little red story and my Fleur story, I hope to have new chapters put up either tonight or tomorrow.

I did use The Twilight wiki for the early history of the Quileute tribe.

Feel free to message, review, follow – and any such other form of communication on how you feel about this story, and to clarify the Ultimate pairing will be Jacob Black/Ciaran DuChannes, however as you can derive from the story title some other pairings of Ciaran and pack members will be occurring as well.

Salut!