The Moonlight Tears Of An Omega

COLBY'S POV

Today would forever remain a remarkable day of my life. A day to hold onto dearly as a balm to my broken soul.

If anyone ever told me that I would be here, sitting on father's bed, I would never have believed. I, Colby, finally stepped into my father's bedroom for the first time in my life.

The room was stunning. Of course, it was the pack leader's room. What was I expecting? A substandard room? Hell no! But I never for once imagined that it would be this elegant.

The walls were painted with two different colors; a perfect blend of cream and brown which artistically gave life to the room. The fine golden curtains were tied in a big knot and hung above the opened windows which let in sunlight. Father's study table stood beside the wall, close to the tall, majestic wardrobe. It was shining like it was just polished some seconds ago with a fine wax, and laying on it were pile of neatly arranged books.

Everything in this room looked enchanted like it was created by the moon goddess herself. It felt like heaven, and it made me feel more alive than ever. It felt like I was breathing in a different kind of air, one that was somehow fresher and purer than the one I was used to. But staying here actually opened the fresh wounds in my heart. It was just like I was looking at my favorite treat, tantalizingly close but still out of reach. I had always wished that things would change, that father would walk into my room one day and apologize, that he would finally tell me the words that I have been longing to hear.

But they would forever remain the same. Hopeless fantasies and wishes that could never come true. Father would never deign to show me such kindness. But I'm sure he would love and cherish the unborn child in mother's womb.

"Colby can you hear that?" Mother's gentle voice jolted me. I was carried away by my emotions and had forgotten that she was here in the room with me. As a matter of fact, she was the one who let me in.

"Hear what mother? The chirping of birds outside?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"No. The sound of dropping water. Oh Fenris has done it again." She tapped her forehead gently and closed her eyes.

"Oooh..." That was the only word my mouth managed to utter as she mentioned father's name.

"He did not turn off the faucet in the lavatory properly. He is usually doing this all the time." She complained with a calm voice and I shook my buttocks uncomfortably on the fluffy bedsheet. When she kept on talking about father, I felt as if I was trapped in a tiny room, with the walls closing in around me. The air felt thick and heavy, and I struggled to breathe. It was as if I was suddenly inhaling hydrogen sulfide.

"Can you help me turn it off?"

"Yes mother." I answered in the gentlest manner I could afford, trying so hard not to show my discomfort. Mother had always been so sweet to me and I wouldn't want her to feel that her efforts are not enough.

I stood up with a mild motion and walked barefooted on the tickling rug beneath my feet, heading towards the toilet and innocently shaking my arse as I ordered my footsteps carefully. I felt the intensity of her gaze burning my back as I walked, and I gulped down my saliva.

"Is she looking at me? Why is she looking at me now of all times? What is she thinking of right now?..." I could not stop the multitude of thoughts that swam in my head. Oh gracious moon goddess! I hate this feeling so much.

"Please stop looking at me." I said internally. When people looked at me when I'm walking, i tend to become disorganized.

And just as I expected, my once-careful strides turned to a lopsided gait. It was if all the blood in my legs suddenly took a short vacation. Within seconds, my two legs collided with each other and I saw my tiny self on the floor.

Her voice came next. "Colby are you alright?" She voiced with concern.

"Yes mother." I mumbled sheepishly even when I was sure that my small waist had definitely done a quick ninety degree rotation.

I turned off the faucet and came back to the bed. My hand picked up the big, pink comb that laid beside me on the bed, and I buried it inside her hair. My grip tightened on the comb and I moved it in and out of her hair, feeling a great joy as her silky hair caressed my fingers.

"You will have a sibling very soon." She said, rubbing her protruding stomach with care as I combed her hair.

"Yeah." I responded with a growing enthusiasm.

"So what do we name her?" She asked, and a giggle left my throat.

"It's going to be a boy, and we will name him Alan. Alan is a nice name."

She bursted into a funny laughter which also made me laugh. "You sound so sure. But I think the baby will be a girl and we will name her Aurora."

My mood changed in an instant, and I squeezed my face. "Mother i-i d-on't w-w-ant a si-s-ter." I stuttered with quivering lips.

She swiftly turned her head backwards and my hands left her hair, abandoning the comb in her hair.

"Colby what is the matter? Why did you say so?" She asked, her hazel eyes intently fixed on mine as she searched for any clue that could tell her why I suddenly felt sad.

"I am less a boy. Everybody says that. Especially father. I want the baby to be a boy. An alpha precisely. So father will stop hating me." I chewed my bottom lip and fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

"Listen to me Colby," She cupped my cheeks. "Your father does not hate you. You know his status as the pack leader is very demanding and stressful."

"But he behaves like he does not want me. He doesn't even look at me with the love that other fathers have for their children, nor does he play with me. I've tried my best to to be a good son, but it's never enough for him. I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment from him." I replied with conviction. My voice had already started breaking, and tears had assembled in my blue eyes.

Father really hates me. He always did. The maliciousness in those eyes of his said it all.

"Oh come here my child." She said softly and embraced me. I rested my face on her soft breasts, inhaling her citrus and jasmine scent that soothed my nerves. "I love you Colby. And your father does too." She whispered.

As we hugged, I felt her body trembling. Her shoulders quivered beneath my touch and I felt a hot wetness soaking into the fabric of my shirt. I wondered what it was, not until I heard her muffled sob. She was crying.

Her tears quickened something in me and my own heaven's gate opened, letting out tears that flowed freely down her back.

"But..." I wanted to say something but she hushed me.

"Ssssh. No more buts, okay?" She said and I nodded my head in obedience.

We stayed like that, entangled in an affectionate embrace and enjoying the warmth our bodies provided. And just when I prayed that the hugging would last for a while, the door flung open and the person that we were discussing some minutes ago, marched in with blazing eyes that were solely fixed on me.

"What are you doing here?" He growled.

COLBY'S POV

All the air in the room disappeared when father entered, making it difficult for me to breathe. As fear coursed through my body, I turned my gaze to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

"I asked you a question, fool." He growled again, his red eyes flashing with anger. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

My tongue dried up and I couldn't utter a sound. The silence in the room was crushing, like a vice slowly tightening around my chest. I just stood there, motionless and mute, like a store mannequin on display.

Luckily for me, mother came to my rescue.

"Fenris, he is with me." She stood up.

As her voice filled the room, father's shoulders tensed and his fists clenched at his sides. I could feel the rage radiating from him, but for the moment, it was directed at mother, not at me.

"Of course I can see that Alyssa. I mean, why is he in our room? What is this scum doing here?" He snarled. It was evident that he was already losing it.

"He is our son. YOUR SON!!" She shouted back, stressing her last sentence to make a point.

"This thing can never be my son. You hear me? This good-for-nothing omega can never be my son." He bellowed.

"Oh, so now his name has changed from Colby, to good-for-nothing omega? Your own seed that was birthed by my womb? Fenris I don't understand you anymore."

"You don't need to understand me Alyssa. Just understand my rules. My first rule is that this trash should never come close to you, so he will not infect the child in your womb with his omega blood. The second rule is that he should not step inside our room." He said sternly.

"Why are you treating him like he's got leprosy. Colby is like every other child in this pack. He yearns for his father's love. Can't you see?" Mother stressed with pain in her voice.

Fresh tears cascaded down my cheeks as I watched her defend me.

"Oh spare me your honeyed words, Alyssa." Father voice thundered through the room, causing mother to flinch in surprise.

She teared up instantly. "Fenris please. You need to stop being this way to him. He's your..."

"Shut your mouth Alyssa and don't interfere again." Father interrupted with a harsh reprimanding, directing his dominating aura towards mother. "It's an order from your leader." He snapped.

Her shoulders dropped and she sank onto the bed, her eyes downcast and her face pale. She looked like a wilted flower, crushed by the force of father's words.

I was barely enduring the heated argument. But when father turned to face me, settling his raging eyes on me, my heartbeat slowed down and life drained speedily from me.

"As usual, you are always depending on people to help you speak. Don't you have a mouth? Or have you suddenly gone mute? Why can't you do something by yourself for once in your fucking life?" Father scowled. He took slow steps forward, advancing towards me without removing his hateful eyes from me.

Sweat seeped from my pores, and I shivered, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I clutched my chest, trying to stave off the feeling of fainting that threatened to overwhelm me. With each step father took towards me, the more quickly I felt myself succumbing to that inevitable darkness.

What was my offence? What had I done to deserve this much hate from father? Why was he treating me like this?

More tears gushed out from my eyes and the words stumbled out of my mouth. "Fat-t-her p-pl-ease..." My voice broke as I tried to speak, and my body racked with sobs.

His glowing red eyes blazed with rage, and his voice shook with anger. "You dare call me father?" He spat out angrily.

He neared me, his raised hand trembling in fury. And before I could say one more word, his huge palm landed on my face with a force that made me stagger and fall to the floor.

"Do you know the disgrace and sorrow that you've caused me by just being alive? Do you know?" His words cut through me like knives.

He made a slight bend towards me, his open palm going up again. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, and I felt a sweat breaking out on my brow.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I focused on breathing, but I couldn't seem to slow the panic that was rising up in my chest. I knew that my life would automatically become zero percent if his rough palm touched my face again.

But just as I braced myself for the second slap, I heard a scream from behind me. Mother's scream.

"FENRIS!!!" She shrieked. Suddenly, she collapsed on the floor, writhing and crying as she held her swollen stomach.

Dread enveloped me as I took in the sight of her. "Mother!" A piercing scream escaped my throat and I crawled weakly on the ground, moving towards her. But pain fired round my body and I halted, leaning back against the wall behind me.

Father rushed to her and cradled her head in his arms. "Alyssa what is wrong?" He asked with worry.

"It's broken." She responded, raising her wet hand to father's confused face. Her face was contorted in agony, and her breathing had become strangely uneven as she battled with the pain that was biting her insides.

"What is broken? Alyssa speak to me." Father urged impatiently.

She gave out a pained hiss."The baby, Fenris. The baby is coming." She whispered and father's eyes widened in fear. He scooped her into his arms with care and turned to the door.

Our eyes jammed and his countenance became hardened again. "You devil! You see what you've caused?" He shouted and I closed my eyes in fright, trying not to imagine what would happen to mother if he wasted more seconds in the room.

"Pray nothing happens to her and the baby. Else, I will kill you with my bare hands." He threatened. And by the time I opened my eyes, he was gone.

Mother had gone into early labour because of me. What will happen to her?

"Dear moon goddess, please keep my mother and her baby safe." I mumbled a short prayer, but it was not enough for me. I was not convinced because the fear in my chest kept telling me otherwise. I needed something satisfying.

I forced myself to stand, defying the darkness that threatened to overwhelm me. And I left the room, trailing father with the scent of pine that lingered in his wake.

"Mother please don't die. Mother please don't die..." The hurried words rolled off my mouth like a mantra, as I walked. It felt like a prayer, a plea to the moon goddess for help.

My fear had roused Varo my wolf, and he started kicking and struggling, trying to take control. But I shook my head sadly.

"Not now Varo. Not now." I voiced weakly.

COLBY'S POV

The walls of the pack house, made of massive slabs, towered above me. I was supposed to feel secured here, but it was as if I was in bondage.

"Mother." I let out a short whisper as I trailed father's faint scent. Thoughts of her had occupied my mind now. I wouldn't forgive myself if something bad happened to her, or the baby.

The sky was dark and ominous, and the clouds were moving rapidly, as though they were being chased by some unseen force. A storm was brewing, and the wind was its harbinger. It howled through the trees, shaking the branches violently and wickedly ripping the leaves apart, tossing them to the ground. The air was filled with the scent of rain, and it was getting colder by the minute.

"It's cold." I said to myself, shaking like an earthworm that was dropped in a bowl of salt.

I wrapped my arms around my body, shielding it from the cold breeze that assaulted my small frame, as I walked through the deserted path that led to the scouts training center. Just then, I thought of the wicked witch of the west. She was a character in the Disney cartoon ' The Wizard of Oz,' which I had watched countless times in my room. And I instantly began to crave her powers. At least it can grant me the freedom I desired. I desperately wanted to fly away from this hellhole and go somewhere far, a place where father can't reach me, a place where i won't be scorned.

Suddenly, the wind came again and carried me, lifting me off my feet like I was some abandoned biscuit nylon from the ground. My eyes widened in fear, and I clung to the cold, marble pillar beside me, grabbing unto it with all strength I had got.

This was not the kind of flight I wanted. Was this how irrelevant I am? Even the crazy wind seemed to be taunting me. It didn't spare any effort in telling me that.

The atmosphere settled back into a tensed calm, broken only by the rustling of dried leaves on the ground. But my fingers dug into the smooth, polished stone as my heart pounded in my chest. I could never trust this wind.

Who knows, it might be waiting for me to release my grip before it carried me again to where I don't know.

I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind me and a chill ran down my spine. I turned, but I wished I hadn't. My worst nightmare had come true. Lucas and his friends were standing there, snickering and pointing at me.

I was alone, and they had me cornered. "Oh no." I whispered. They were the last persons that I expected to be here.

"The stupid kitten son of Alpha Fenris." Lucas, the son of Alpha Pete drawled, mockery evident in his voice.

I felt blood rush to my face as his friends laughed, and I wished I could just disappear.

"Why can't this jerk leave me alone?" I cursed under my breath, my words barely audible even to myself, because if they heard me, they'd make my live a living hell. I'd had enough of their torment, and I couldn't take anymore.

All I really wanted was to check if mother and the baby were fine. Nothing else. But I'm sure that it will never be possible now.

"The pathetic son of our pack leader. He's such an excuse of a man. His father is right in hating him. I mean, look at him," Ronnie cackled. "No one in his or her right sense would want to have this weakling for a son. Talk more of a first son. He fucking looks like Patrick in SpongeBob. Imagine him taking over his father and leading us in war. It's going to be a grasshopper leading a pack of wolves. He's a misfit." He finished speaking, and I winced, feeling his malignant words slice through my heart.

"He's only good at warming cocks." Julio, the last of them commented.

"Just like the way he warmed ours with his slutty mouth last week." Lucas spoke again.

My mind flashed back to that day. The day of my transformation ceremony. It was my eighteenth birthday, and it was the day I first shifted. The pain was excruciating. But what hurt even more was the look of contempt and hatred on the faces of everyone there. Father's look was the worst of all. He looked at me like I was a shit, and publicly rejected me as his son and heir.

Later that night, I was cornered by Lucas and his friends in my bathroom where I went to cry. They forced me to do things that I didn't want to do. Things I still can't bring myself to think about. And from that moment on, I lost the respect of everyone in the pack house.

"I bet he enjoyed every bit of it." Julio uttered amidst a derisive laughter.

My body trembled, and my face became wet with my tears as I remembered the bad memory. I curled my fists and sent them a small growl. "Leave me alone you bastards." I shrieked, my voice raw and hoarse, and I felt a burning sensation in my throat. It was like I had been screaming for hours.

I would never allow them see me a weakling. They were the same age as me.

"Oh this kitten needs taming. What do you think guys?" Lucas smirked at me, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. He walked towards me and I struggled to keep my composure.

"I-i d-on't w-w-ant prob-lems. J-just let me go." I stammered awkwardly.

He stopped in front of me, his calloused hands reaching for my face. His skin was rough against mine, and I felt the coldness of his hands as he held my cheeks. He wiped my tears away with his index finger, and brought it to his lips, licking it slowly. He looked like a kid licking a lollipop, and I felt like the lollipop.

"Oh sweetheart, we're not here to cause trouble." He said, a smug grin spreading across his face. I felt a wave of nausea as I smelled his breath, sweet and sickly, like an overripe banana.

He continued. "We've got some plans for you, and I'm sure you'll enjoy them." He said, flashing me a wink that made my stomach churn.

Just then, a deep, booming voice echoed through the quiet path, making us all jump. "Get away from him this instant."

We all whirled around to see who it was. And as soon as I laid eyes on the golden-haired boy with deep, chocolate-colored eyes, time came to an abrupt halt.

He strode towards us with burning eyes. "I said get away from him." He snarled, baring his long, sharp fangs. His breath was hot and reeked of spices.

Damn! Those fangs of his scared the shit out of me.

Lucas and his friends stumbled backwards, their faces contorting in fear as they took in the sight of my savior's clenched fists and fierce expression.

"What are you doing here, Gerard?" Ronnie asked, trying to sound bold.

"To beat silliness out of three numbskulls" He answered.

"We are three, you know. We could easily take you now." Julio fired with his razored mouth.

"Try for yourselves and see." He said, his voice smooth and confident. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips, making him look dangerous.

Ronnie and Julio glanced at each other, their brows furrowed and their lips pressed into tight lines. Their eyes flickered between him and Lucas, waiting for something to happen. They were obviously expecting Lucas to challenge him, but when Lucas trembled and stammered like a terrified child, their jaws dropped in shock.

"I'm not a-f-raid of y-you Ger-ard. Just tell-ing you so you'd k-n-ow." Lucas managed to utter. He threw his arms on the shoulders of Ronnie and Julio. "Let's go guys."

I sighed in relief as they scurried away out of sight.

"Are you okay, Colby?" He asked, palming my face with his hands and staring at me with worry. "I'm Gerard." He quickly introduced himself.

Oh! So he knew me? Well, who wouldn't know me. Colby the pack trash! Of course, he'd definitely know me. Unsure of how to react, I just opened my mouth and gave a short reply.

"Yes, I'm fine." I mumbled with a bowed face, feeling a gentle fluttering in my stomach.

"Believe me when I say this, those boys are bad energies. They aren't good for you."

I looked up at the handsome stranger. "If only you can see all I've gone through in their hands." I said internally.

"In all you do in this pack, stay away from them. Avoid them like you'll do to a pest. But do you mind if I ask, what you were doing with them?" He questioned with furrowed brows.

My eyes met his serious gaze and I exhaled deeply. "They stopped me on my way to my mother."

He looked perplexed. "On your way to your mother? But this is not the way to your mother's quarters."

It seemed like he was not aware.

"My mother has gone into labour." I said.

"Fuck! When?" He shouted.

"Some minutes ago. And my father is taking her to..."

"My mother's quarters," He completed the statement, his eyes widening in surprise. "Come on Colby. We have to go meet them."

He held my hand, but I quickly withdrew from his touch.

"What's the matter?" Worry greased his forehead as he turned back to look at me.

"I don't think I can anymore. I can't face my father again." I shook my head, fresh tears patiently waiting to drop from my eyes. "I'd just go back to my room. I'm sorry Gerard." With that, I turned to leave, but he caught my arm.

"Don't allow the fear of your father hinder you from getting your happiness. He may be your father, but Luna Alyssa is also your mother. Who knows? She might have given birth now. And I'm sure she'll love it if you showed up. Don't you want to see the baby?"

His reasonable words struck some strings of emotions in me and I sniffed. How could I not want to see mother? For the love of the moon goddess, I also wanted to see the baby, carry him, touch his soft hands, and inhale his mild baby scent.

How sure was I that it would even be a boy?

"I do. I want to see them." I confessed and darted my eyes to the building beside me, hiding the tears that slid down my face.

He held out his hand to me. "Then let's go. It's will be alright, okay?"

I listened to his deep, reassuring voice and I stopped crying. This was strange. Why was it looking like his words had power over me? Looking at him now, I wished he was my elder brother. Or even something more.

I dried my eyes and placed my hand in his. "Okay."