Weak ML/ The Last Omega

"You're late again, Ethan!"

His grandfather's voice cut through the night air like a blade. Sharp. Tired. Disappointed.

After going through the broken gate, Ethan got cold. His hoodie was wet, and his glasses were fogged from the misty rain. "I-I missed the last bus." Had to walk."

"An excuse all the time. Do you believe that everyone will wait for you to grow up?"

Ethan put his head down and shifted his backpack up higher on his shoulder. "No, sir."

The old man let out a long, heavy breath. The porch light above buzzed, as if it didn't like them being there. "Come in." Don't stand there dripping like a stray dog."

Inside, the small living room was dim and silent except for the running of an old clock and the odd crackle from the fireplace. It smelled like drugs and burnt tea.

Ethan dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes. "You didn't have to wait up," he mumbled.

"I always wait up."

It wasn't said with love. Just a fact. Like it was a job he hated but wouldn't quit.

Ethan slumped into the kitchen, hunger twisting in his gut. He pulled open the fridge-empty. Again. "Are We out because of food?"

His grandpa didn't answer. "Grandpa?" Keep quiet. "Hey, I'm serious-" The scream came from nowhere. A sharp, gruff sound. Not human.

Ethan jumped. The glass he held dropped, broken, cold milk pooling at his feet.

"Grandpa?" he called again, louder. His heart thudded. No answer. He ran to the hallway, and that's when he saw the blood. It was spread across the wall like a message. Red and wet and wrong.

"Grandpa!" he choked. He found him in the study. Or what was left of him.

The body was slumped in the couch, head back, eyes wide open in fear. His chest was torn open-heart gone. Torn clean out. The floor beneath was soaked in red. A sign was cut into the wooden floor, glowing slightly blue.

Ethan screamed.

He ran, stumbled, fell. Crawled backward until he hit the wall. He tried to scream again, but his throat had closed. His fingers shook as he reached for his phone. Dialed. Nothing. No signal.

He curled into himself, rocking, mumbling. "This isn't real. This isn't real." But it was that night that changed everything.

Three days later

The funeral was cold. Too many eyes. Too much quiet. They buried his grandfather in the rain. No priest. No thanks. Just a hole in the ground and fake apologies.

"Ethan Vale, right?"

He turned. A woman stood behind him. Pale skin. Long dark coat. Red makeup that didn't match the funeral. Her eyes were silver and cold.

"Yeah. Who're you?" "You need to come with us." "I'm not going anywhere...."

Something sharp jabbed into his neck. His view blurred. The last thing he saw was her smile.

Ethan woke up in chains. A stone room. Damp. Cold. Smelled like iron and wet fur. Voices outside. Growls. Footsteps.

"What do we do with him?" someone said. "Kill him. He's useless." "He's not supposed to be alive. He was hidden." A new voice... calm, slow, dangerous. "Bring him out."

The door creaked open.

Two men dragged Ethan into a hall. Torches flickered on stone walls. Strange marks cut deep. Everything smelled old. Alive.

They threw him to the ground before a tall man in a black coat. His eyes were blue ice. His energy burned. Alpha.

"You are Ethan Vale." Not a question. Ethan spat blood. "Who the hell are you?"

The man crouched, eye to eye. "I'm Alpha Dorian Blackthorn. You are not welcome here."

"I didn't ask to be here!" Ethan shouted. "You were hidden. Protected. But the moment your grandfather died, your smell changed. We found you."

"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not one of you!" Dorian's smile was evil. "You are. A full-blood. One of us, but you're weak. Disgusting. You were never supposed to survive."

Ethan's world cracked. "What do you mean... 'full-blood'?"

Dorian stood. "You're an omega. Lowest of the low. Trash. We should put you down now before you embarrass us."

"You're crazy!" Ethan screamed. "I'm human!" A hard slap across the face stopped him.

"You were never human, boy." They locked him in a shed. No food. No water. Just shadows.

He curled in the corner, body shaking. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't cry anymore; this had to be a nightmare. But then- The door creaked. A figure stepped inside. A woman.

Long black hair. Pale skin. Eyes like storms. She didn't talk. Just looked at him. Ethan flinched. "Here to laugh at me too?"

She didn't answer, she walked closer and reached into her coat. Tossed him a piece of bread.

He stared. "Poisoned?" Still no reply. He took a bite anyway. They sat in silence. Finally, he spoke. "What's your name?"

"I'm Lina." "You... part of them?" A pause. "Not anymore." He dared to look at her. There were scars on her wrists. Faint, but old. Her voice was soft, but her stance was steel.

"Why help me?"

"You reminded me of someone." "Who?"

"Myself."

Ethan swallowed. The bread stuck in his throat. "I'm not like you. I'm no one."

"You don't know what you are yet." "I don't want to be part of this!" His voice cracked. "I just want my life back."

She stood. "It's already gone." He reached for her arm. "Wait... please. Don't leave me." Lina froze. Something flickered in her eyes. Pain. Regret.

"You're not the only one who lost everything," she whispered, then disappeared into the dark.

That night, he dreamt. Of a metal wolf. Of blood. Of fire.

He woke screaming, back soaked in sweat. His bones felt like they were breaking. His chest burned.

He clawed at the floor. "Stop fighting," a voice whispered inside his head. "Let me out..."

He clamped his hands over his ears. "No! I'm not like them!" "You are. You always were..."

He slammed his head back against the wall, over and over, trying to stop it. Outside, Lina stood in the dark, watching.

The next day, they dragged him out. Dorian sneered. "It's time for your test. Prove you're not a mistake."

They threw him into a pit. Another wolf stood across from him. Massive. Muscled. Fanged.

"Survive," Dorian said. The wolf charged. Ethan screamed. He ran. Dodged. Took a claw to the side. Blood soaked his shirt. He fell. "Fight back!" Dorian shouted. "Or die!"

The crowd cheered. Lina stepped forward. "Enough! He's bleeding!" "Silence, traitor!" Dorian snapped. Ethan coughed blood. The wolf pounced again ... Something snapped inside him.

A scream tore from his throat-but it wasn't human. The crowd fell silent. His eyes glowed gold. The ground shook. Then... nothing. Ethan blacked out. When he woke, Lina was beside him, holding his hand. He groaned. "I'm... alive?"

She nodded. "Barely." He turned his head. "Did I... shift?" She paused. "Almost."

"I felt him. Inside me." "Your wolf. He's waking up." He looked at her. "I'm scared." Her fingers brushed his. "So am I."

He looked down. "I think they want me dead." "They want more than that." "What do you mean?"

She stood slowly. "You're not just some lost omega, Ethan." He blinked. "Then what am I?"

Lina leaned close. Her whisper froze his blood. "You're the one they've been afraid of for years. The true heir."

Outside the cell, Dorian watched them through a crack in the door. His eyes narrowed. His lips curled. "She knows," he says. "And now... so does he." He turned to his guards. "Take Lina. Tonight."