Their Little Wolf

Chapter Six

I'm not sure how long Warrick held me, but it couldn't have been more than an hour before I remembered I was meant to go to training.

I scrambled, trying to pull out of Warrick's vice grip he had on my waist, only for his hand to flatten on my stomach, and he effortlessly pinned me against his chest.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he buried his face into my neck, nuzzling and trailing soft kisses that made me dizzy.

I found myself exposing my neck further, humming at his touch. "I'm late for training, Beta Zane will be worried," I tried to move again, only for Warrick to growl into my neck, his hand pressing against my stomach.

"I already told him you're here."

Panic flared, and I spun in his arms. "You what?"

The sound of splintering wood filled the room suddenly, Warrick yanking me into his arms and moving me behind him in protection against the window near his bed, snarling at the intruder.

Beta Zane, a large man of six feet and a shining bald head, broke down the door, his eyes blazing with fury.

He locked onto Warrick, his arms around me.

"Let her go, Warrick!" Beta Zane thundered, his voice echoing off the walls.

Warrick snarled. "She's mine."

Beta Zane's eyes went black, his lips curling as canines bared.

Elijah and Jackson, his twin sons, flanked him, their faces twisted in snarls.

Something about them...

"She's not a f*****g toy!" Elijah spat, his bright blue eyes flashing black with anger.

Jackson echoed him. "She doesn't want you!"

Warrick stood tall, his arms still wrapped around me, his hand squeezing me to him possessively. "Say that again, Beta." He growled.

They glared at each other, something inside of me tearing, and my emotions peaked.

I moved, standing in front of Warrick, my back to my adoptive family.

"Stop it! All of you!" I shouted, my voice pitched with panic and tears.

The look of violence fell away from Warrick's face, seeing me upset. His eyes shone green and he stepped forward, cupping my cheek lovingly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, surprising not only me but the Beta and his sons.

They'd never known Warrick to apologise. To anyone.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead, inhaling my scent to calm himself.

I heard Elijah and Jackson snarl, making me turn on them, glaring.

They were both tall, boy-next-door looks with big blue eyes, tanned skin and chiselled features with dark golden curls.

Like the Trio, the twins were almost indistinguishable from each other, but it wasn't their demeanour or voices that separated them; you had to know them well enough.

My expression faltered when Elijah and Jackson's eyes locked onto mine.

Their faces went from anger to shock, and they exchanged stunned glances. Elijah took a step forward, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Ari?" He whispered, his voice trembling.

Jackson's eyes mirrored his brother's, filled with a mix of surprise and longing.

I cautiously sniffed the air, and a whine left me, my stomach twisting, and my Wolf sang praise that gave me a headache.

Beta Zane's expression turned from anger to confusion, unsure of what was happening.

"Eli, Jack, what's going on?" He asked, but his sons didn't respond.

They were too busy staring at me, their mate, with a mix of wonder and awe.

Warrick froze behind me, seeming to understand what was happening.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, my Wolf purring in satisfaction, like she was finally felt complete, but the human side of me was freaked out.

Eli's eyes narrowed, noticing my rapid eye movements, looking for an escape.

We'd been raised together since I was a child, he and Jack had always cared about me, but this was...

"Ari..." Elijah raised his hands at me, his eyes softening and he crouched slightly, meeting my eye level.

I started shaking my head, Beta Zane looked at me, seeing the panic.

Instinctively, he reached out his hand for me. "Come on," I went to take it, Warrick growled, trying to stop me.

Beta Zane flared with anger, moving around me in an instant and slammed his forearms into Warrick's chest, sending him back into the wall.

"She's my daughter!" He shouted, enraged at Warrick's possessiveness.

Warrick, usually a mask of indifference, gave Beta Zane a guilty look, his eyes dropping in submission to an elder.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, Beta Zane, faltering for a second, only to scoff and turn away.

"You will be if you try it again, boy." He strode to me, grabbing my hand with his large rough one, setting me a look I knew well. "You, me, dad-daughter talk now."

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

He glared at Eli and Jack when they tried to follow. "Do either of you possess a v****a I'm unaware of?" He snapped, both the boys stopping dead in their tracks.

They blinked at their father.

He grunted, pulling me out of the room. "f*****g idiots," he muttered under his breath, slowing his pace to not continue to drag me down the hall.

I giggled, earning a side eye of warning, mixed with a small smirk from my adoptive dad.

I sat at the kitchen table; Reyne, my adoptive mother, was flitting around the kitchen like a tiny sparrow - she was only four foot nine, the shortest She-Wolves in our Pack...well, any Pack, actually.

Dressed in a flowing bright yellow summer dress, despite the snowstorm currently blitzing the windows and doors of the manor that we called home, she busied her hands with making cakes and pastries for the Pack kindergarten, humming kids' tunes while she worked.

I giggled over my hot chocolate.

Reyne's hands stopped mixing, her head of bright copper curls bouncing as she looked at me over the counter. "Why're you laughing at me, girlie?" She narrowed her eyes, making me giggle again.

"Did you know..." I shuffled in my seat, leaning on the table, careful not to put my elbows on it in fear of Mum-Wrath.

"You hum wheels on the bus when you're mad?"

She scowled at me. "I do not." She grumbled.

"You do, dear." Beta Zane called from the lounge room, trying to find god-knows-what since we got here half an hour ago.

We hadn't said much, other than me having to embarrassingly explain why I was suddenly wrapped up in the arms of a man who tormented me and had made me cry on more than.... he'd made me cry a few times.

He'd fallen rather quiet after I'd told him I was going to give them a chance, mostly after telling him about Heath saving me from the Grey Hound Pack members.

Reyne scowled at the doorway as if she could see her mate through the two-way door. "You'd be pissy too if your daughter didn't tell you she found her mates!" She hissed the 's', emphasising it and snaking her head to me in a way that was accusatory and ridiculous.

I blushed, giving her a guilty smile. "A lot happened in twelve hours, okay?" I raised my shoulders in innocence, pursing my lips and widening my eyes. "I'm sorry, mumma."

Her scowl faltered for a second, the motherly look of compassion and care flickering, only to shake her head and raise the whisk she was using at me.

"Don't you rope my Wolf's love for you into this, I'll still smack you." She warned, her voice trying to remain stern, but there was always that soft, loving edge when she spoke to those she saw as family.

I gave her a sheepish grin. "I was going to tell Pops today at training."

Beta Zane walked back into the room, carrying a shoebox I'd never seen before, and that was saying something with how often I'd come home to Reyne rearranging the entire house.

She'd once set up the open loungeroom as the boy's bedroom for two months when they were eight, and I was six...just because she could - no other reason was given, and none of us questioned Mumma. Not even her mate.

He set the shoebox in front of me. "Don't lie, kiddo." He smiled at me, opened the box and fell into the dining chair beside me.

"What's this?" I asked, seeing paperwork, trinkets and Polaroids in the box.

He grinned at me, pulled out a photo and handed it to me. "Something we made for when you realised." He said simply, Reyne giggled.

I was confused, taking the photo and blinked at it. "Is that-"

He chuckled. "Yeah," he sighed.

It was a photo of my mum, her golden hair and big blue eyes were mused and tired, a hospital gown covering her small frame as she sat in a hospital bed, a baby-me in her arms. Three men sat around her, two with their arms around her back sitting beside her, the third holding her hand.

They were all smiling.

"Mum had multiple mates?" I asked quietly.

Beta Zane nodded, his eyes tightening with sadness. "They were good to her, all of them." He gestured to the one on the left who stood by himself, tall, dark-haired and with a kind smile. "That's your dad, Avery."

A smile pulled at my lips. "Are you sure?"

Reyne laughed, drawing our attention. "Trust me," she giggled. "Your mum knew the moment she was pregnant, whose fault it was."

I chuckled at that, the few bits I knew about my birth mother, Reyne's best friend; she was feisty and loving.

A pit of sadness welled in my heart. "You always told me she died in a car accident." I looked at them both, their eyes sad. "Did all of them..."

Beta Zane seemed the most affected. He tried to clear his throat before he spoke, but his voice was still rough. "One of her mates lived," he shook his head then, shrugging. "No one knows what happened to him after the funeral."

My mouth twisted, a small well of sadness. "So, he went Rouge."

Beta Zane shrugged again. "I'm not sure," he said honestly, putting his arm over my shoulder and tugging me into his chest. "But, he was a good man, he made sure you were somewhere safe before he left."

He was the one who'd left me on Beta Zane and Reyne's doorstep. Bundled in a pink blanket and a small note that just said 'I'm sorry'.

Beta Zane pushed the box towards me. "This is some of the things we found, both of your mum's and a little about your line."

I narrowed my brows. "My line?" I echoed.

Reyne danced to the table, sitting across from us and interlaced her fingers, a lecturing expression on her face.

"Your mother was what is called a Breeder Omagas." I pulled a face at the word 'breeder', making her and Zane laugh, she waved at me. "Not like that! You're a special sort of Omega, designed for multiple mates." She found a piece of paper in the box and handed it to me.

It looked like it'd be torn out of an ancient textbook, the words in handwritten ink.

It was a small medical exert of the genome Breeder Omagus.

A genetic mutation of female Omega whose line began in the time of the Moon Goddess, gifted with an alteration in their werewolf genetics that allowed for multiple partnering, ensuring the male's lines are continued, and the Omegas are cared for.

There was no reason, no scientific theory added as to why such a thing would occur other than a baseline of genetics.

And that every child born of an Omagas was either an Alpha or Omagas.

I shook my head. "But why five?!"

Both my adoptive parents shrugged, but they didn't seem to mind two of those five were their sons.

My eyes widened in realisation, getting up quickly and bolting for the door, reaching it in an instant, almost forgetting how quickly I could move now I had my Wolf.

"Where's the fire?" Reyne called as I threw on Sebastian's sweater that Pops had made me take off at the door.

"We left them alone!" I squeaked. "What if they're killing each other?"

Zane laughed, stepping behind me and pulled his jacket on. "Trust me, we'd have heard about it."

I scowled at him, yanking the door open and headed to the car, ignoring him and Mumma laughing at me being panicked.