The Omega's Might

in the lively forest surrounding her. She concentrated on the open space in front, where the group assembled for their evening gathering.

with striking blue eyes that appeared to look deep into the spirit of each member of the pack, he emitted a sense of comm

bitterness while observing t

ident: to assist and be submissive. Any hopes or ambitions beyond that were promptly and harshly dealt with. Naom

e, causing Naomi's neck hairs to stand up with anticipation. Gabriel's usual expressi

open space, "we discuss a significant issue." The survival of our pack d

d her ears. The group was split, and Gabriel's authoritarian control was starting to weaken due to the str

n the shadows. She stopped breathing, hoping he hadn't seen her. However, he

ta male, possessing strength and loyalty, but there was a unique quality to him. He was silent, int

abriel added. Reports have surfaced about rogue wol

as powerful as theirs, was not common for outsiders. What could compel them to take such

nd she required all the information she could acquire in order to endure the impending challenge. She held off until

attract notice, especially given the current high tensions, she was unable to stand out. However, while going through her usual acti

r family's downfall tormented her dreams, replaying in vivid detail. Naomi witnessed her father, a proud beta male, being betrayed and humili

darkness, controlled by fear and obedience. She needed to reveal the truth hidden in the whispers and secrets within the pack's past

silent camp. The moon dangled close to the horizon, creating spooky silhouettes on the

ir kind. Though omegas were not allowed to enter, Naomi no longer paid attention to rules

op suddenly. She looked back, her breath getting stuck in her throat, and

inquired in a hushed tone, urg

ered. She was unsure of how much he had observed or listened to, but

ble to read in the faint light. He softly but

explanations, deceptions, and realities. A decision needed to be made promptly by her. The w

e trembling, 'Please.'" I

vering the truth, or would he bet