Abby
Abby watched with carefully eyes as the Floukru pack alpha, Luna, wiggled her fingers at the twins. Abraham cooed gleefully, making a grab for the digits of the other woman, drool rolling out of his gummy mouth. While his sister eyed her cautiously, her little nose wiggling as Juniper clearly scented her.
"You know, we haven't had any omega born pups since –"
"Since Lexa. Even you own daughter was born from two Betas? If I'm correct?" Luna turned her brilliant green eyes to Abby, the smile on her face crinkling them, "You're curious if I have any information?" her tone was playful, yet Abby couldn't hell but feel like she was being teased. She gave a curt nod,
"Yes, being the pack doctor, I like to make sure all the wolves are fit and healthy. And I'd like to keep a record of the twins progress, in case of anything," Abby continued, putting on her doctor voice. Lune nodded, recognizing the tone as she took a seat on the floor, in front of the pups. Abraham reached out as far as he could, finally grabbing Luna's out stretched fingers and tugging one into his mouth. Luna laughed deeply as the pups began to gum her digits,
"Well, my sister, Costia, was my twin. She was a born omega, while I an Alpha. It happens with every omega born twins, the Floukru have had three sets in the last few years. You should already be able to see the signs between these two," Luna gestured to the pups. Abraham was happily gnawing at Luna's finger, while Juniper was still studying her hard, quieter then Abby had even seen the baby girl before, "Like now, Abraham is asserting his dominance by chewing on my finger, he's trying to show that he is in charge, and he will protect his sister from said finger. While Juniper is quiet, studying, trying to get a read off me. Am I threatening? Abraham, from what I can tell now, will be the alpha of the pair," Luna said with a warm smile. Abby couldn't help but return it, the russet haired Alpha's aura was warm and kind, welcoming.
"What about their growth rate? They are only a few months old and already the size of an 8 month old," Abby questioned, dropping down onto the floor next to Luna. The other woman smiled, plucking Abraham from his baby seat and perching him on her knee, bouncing slightly. The baby boy made a noise that Abby could only describe as a very small growl. Both women laughed deeply,
"Fast, like, really fast. When Lexa hit a year old she was the size of a two year old. She kept growing like that till puberty hit and she presented as an Alpha fully. And now you have the end result of it. She hasn't grown much since she was 15, maybe an inch or two? So they'll grow and grow, as long as you keep feeding them,"
"They get four bottles a day!" Octavia chimed in. The pups parents had been sat silently listening, both on the edge of the sofa cushions. Abby smiled softly at the young alpha, "We can give them more if they need it!" Octavia said, her face grinning wildly.
"You must be their sire," Luna laughed, "Keep feeding them as you do, soon they'll want solid foods though, so don't deprive them when they do. They should have their first shift when puberty hits, about 11 or 12 for them both and then you'll definitely know who's Alpha," both Octavia and Lincoln chuckled low, Lincoln taking his son from the Floukru alpha as she stood, "They are beautiful pups, you should be proud," she declared with a wide grin. As the new parents thanked the alpha, Abby touched her arm lightly,
"Could I have a private word?" she requested, her tone low. Luna nodded, following Abby as she led her to the empty study. Once the door was secured in its frame, the beta rounded on Luna, "I need to ask you, about my daughter, Clarke,"
"The chosen Alpha? Yes. Of course. Beautiful girl, I can see where she gets it from," Luna winked and Abby tried not to frown. She already had Kane and Nyko sniffing about her, she wasn't sure she could handle a female alpha. Besides, women were her daughters area, not hers,
"Yes, yes. Well she'd probably kill me for asking, but a mother can tell these things. She's having problems,"
"Problems? With Lexa?'
"Um, I suppose so, maybe. I don't want to accuse them of anything. But I know all Alpha's are terribly fertile, but is there any possibility that an Omega may not be? They've have over a years worth of heats, and I know they are trying for pups, even if they won't admit it, I'm just worried that something is wrong," Abby chewed at her bottom lip, her hands twisting together as she spoke. She felt guilty for coming to the alpha female, she hadn't told Clarke nor Lexa what she would be doing. She didn't want to muddle in their affairs or private life, but Clarke had been getting more and more withdrawn from the pack. And now she was moving to Polis for university most of the week. To Abby, that spelt trouble.
Luna pondered for a moment, het face thoughtful, like she was running through a mental catalogue of information stored away through out the years. Abby waited with baited breath until the russet haired woman made an auditable hum,
"I've never encountered an unfertile Omega, but I suppose it's like any other child bearing woman, things could just go wrong. Clearly it's not hereditary since you had Clarke with no complications?"
"No, perfectly natural birth. Easy as hell,"
"Unless she's under gone any recent trauma that may be effecting her?" Luna probed, reaching out to touch Abby softly. The warmth that seeped through her arm from Luna's hand was comforting, just like any other wolf's touch. But the question made Abby speak. It had been a year since Clarke was kidnapped and tortured. It'd not possible that that was the catalyst to everything. Was it? Abby thought frowning hard,
"She….Clarke had silver poisoning last year. Could it be possible it's still within her blood? Effecting her heat cycles?"
"Maybe. I've seen silver do strange things to wolves."
Raven and Anya
"Did she even tell Lexa we were going?" Anya whispered to Raven as she lifted another box out of Raven's truck. The younger woman shook her head, eyes sad,
"No, I don't think so. Something's up, and I don't like the way it smells," the tanned girl muttered, grabbing two bin bags full of clothes and heading into the apartment block. Clarke had been adamant they left early in the morning, even going as far as to set the two betas alarms for them. Yet she'd been unnaturally quiet the drive to Polis. The blonde had been unnaturally quite the entire weekend. Something was defiantly up and Raven was determined to figure out what. Once inside the two bedroom apartment, Raven dumped the bags of clothes on the floor and headed into what was now Clarke's room. She found the omega curled up on the double bed, cheeks stained with tear lines.
"Clarke? Princess, what's wrong?" Raven asked softly as she pushed the door too behind her. She could hear Anya clattering around with boxes, cursing to herself. Raven figured if Clarke were going to talk, she wouldn't want Lexa's best friend and cousin around. The blonde sniffles, rubbing the back of her hand harshly against her face,
"Nothing. I'm fine," she grunted, turning her face into the pillow away from Raven. The beta wolf sniffed slightly, Clarke was lying. Badly. The scent was just barely there, but Raven could smell it.
"Liar," the beta female replied, climbing onto the bed besides her alpha, "Spill Griffin," Raven commanded. Clarke simply grunted again, shuffling further away from her, "I'm not leaving until you do," Raven declared, and began to whistle, as high pitched as she could muster. It took a whole minute before Clarke was smacking Raven over the head with her tear stained pillow.
"Jesus! Shut up!" the omega growled, pulling herself up into a sitting position,
"What's the matter then? Is it Lexa? Cos I'm pretty sure I could take her!" Raven declared as she began to unbuckle her leg brace. It had begun to itch and ache, causing more pain to wear it then have it on. Finally slinging it off, Clarke scoffed besides her, "I'm serious, I could take that woman! Easily,"
"She'd tear you in two Reyes and you know it," Clarke sighed, rubbing her eyes hard, "It's not Lexa. She's done nothing, she's wonderful, like always. It's me. I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye. I should have just explained," Clarke sobbed low, hanging her head enough so her blonde mane hid her features. Raven frowned, eyeing her friend, her alpha,
"Explained what, Clarke? What's going on?" Raven reached for her friend, gathering the omega into her arms in a tight hug. She seemed so small, so fragile then. Sobbing harshly into Raven's neck, the chill of her tears wetting the betas shirt,
"I can't…we can't…I don't know…I should have pups by now and I just haven't. I can't give Lexa what she wants. And she's going to realize soon, and that'll be it. She'll regret me, she'll regret the bonding…" Clarke trailed off into a mumbled mess. Raven worried her bottom lip, rubbing the blondes back until the tears began to soften,
"She's not going to regret anything Clarke. From what Anya's told me, is that Lexa has been unbelievably in love with you since way back when. You're being an idiot Clarke, it doesn't matter if you have pups or not, Lexa is always going to love you," Raven spoke softly, running her hands against Clarke's back. Soothing the younger girl, hoping the physical contact from another wolf would help Clarke. The blonde sniffles and inhaled deeply, pushing away from Raven's chest,
"Everything okay in here?" Anya asked from the doorway, scanning the two younger women with a puzzled looked. Clarke kept her eyes low, avoiding the beta wolf's gaze while she wiped her face with the back of her hand again. Raven looked from the omega to Anya, frowning hard. Clarke clearly didn't want Lexa knowing about her insecurity, so telling Anya wouldn't be the best course of action. Yet. For a moment Raven pondered what to do, what would cheer up the blonde omega,
"PIZZA!" Raven cried aloud, throwing her arms in the air. The two other women jumped as she screamed, Clarke nearly falling from the bed. Raven looked to them both, smirking, "We were deciding what pizza to order. First night take away, it's a tradition," Raven said with a firm nod, grinning wide. Anya frowned slightly, tilting her head as she stated at her lover,
"Raven…we've just moved in, how can it be a tradition?"
"Why can't it be?" Raven shot back at Anya, cocking an eyebrow, daring the other woman to challenge her. Anya tried to fight the smile on her face, as she began to formulate a come back.
"I want pizza," Clarke mumbled, snuffling slightly,
"It's decided then! A new tradition, we get pizza!" Raven stood, awkwardly, resting most of her weight on her good leg. The pain was just bearable for her to hobble towards Anya, as always the older woman was there to catch her when she lost her balance. Her strong, warm arms wrapping around her tightly,
"Chicken feast, Reyes," Clarke muttered, her tone still low and sad. Raven righted herself, only leaning against Anya a tiny bit,
"Alright, we'll go order, give you time to, uhm, unpack," Raven said softly, offering Clarke the warmest smile she could. The blonde met her gaze with sad eyes, her smile weak. As Raven ushered Anya out of the room, the older woman gave her a puzzled look,
"Should I even ask?" Anya questioned as they headed into the lounge area, her arm tight around Raven's waist,
"Just girl things, nothing to sorry about," Raven lied quickly. As Anya lowered them onto the sofa, she pouted hard,
"I'm a girl too!" the dirty blonde protested. Raven couldn't help but laugh, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to her pout,
"Yeah, but your old. Aren't you like, 35?" Raven winked as she spoke, earning herself a light punch to the shoulder from an offended Anya.
Roan
He felt like he'd been running for hours, his paws slamming against the ground in a repetitive thump. Roan had lost Ontari's scent only an hour ago, but by then he'd reached the outskirts of Polis. The Kongedakru lands where to the west of the city and he knew he should be heading that way, but another scent had perked his nose.
Keeping to the back alleyways and shadows, the mottled colour of his coat would draw too much attention if he wandered the cities streets freely. The scent was familiar, even if it had been a whole year since he had smelt it. The underlining sweetness of an omegas scent. True it had changed some since he last smelt it, a tinge of dirt and trees, but Roan figured that the blonde omega must have mated with Lexa by now. But why was she in the city, without her mate?
As he closed in on the source of the scent, an apartment block just on the outskirts of the university campus, Roan found the scent to be overwhelming. Even as a beta wolf, his body would always react to the scent of an omega in someway. With a low woof to himself and a shake of his head, Roan refocused. He was going to find the Alpha's mate and warn her of his Mother's plan. There was more chance that they would listen to him then Lexa.
He waited, patiently, until an inhabitant of the apartments left the building. Leaving the main door open just long enough for Roan to throw himself into the building. He moved quickly then, sniffing each door as he past, until he hit the fourth floor and found the one door that smelt like wolf. More then just the omega. Mentally he cursed, this could be more difficult. With a determined grunt, Roan paced at the door, whining low until he heard voiced behind,
"What the hell? Anya, get behind me," voices came under the front door as Roan heard the door unlock. He hunkered down into the carpet, making himself look as least threatening as he could. The door swung open, the omegas bright blue eyes meeting his dark ones, "What the…"
"That's an Azgeda! Clarke get out of the way!" the tall woman behind the omega cried out, diving forward to grab Roan. He didn't move, he couldn't be threatening, he needed their help. Slowly he rolled onto his back, exposing his stomach.
"Wait, Anya, wait. He's not moving, he's submitting!"