Omega Pride Ch. 07

Delphi rubbed her back as she nodded her head, panting.

"Too slow," Katalin charged at her again, this time, she shifted into her wolf form and snapped at Delphi, barely—most likely intentional—missing her arm by a couple of inches.

Delphi jumped back before running back into the ring, hearing Katalin right on her tail. Just as she heard Katalin's paws leave the ground, Delphi rolled backwards, avoiding her entirely before she started to shift to her wolf form, trying to engage her from behind before she had a chance to turn toward her.

Katalin had, however, shifted back into her human form faster than Delphi thought she could!

Before Delphi could even finish, Katalin jumped and flipped Delphi onto her back, pulling another yelp from her throat before Katalin choke slammed her, slicing Delphi's yelp into silence.

"Stop," Katalin told her, her grip on her surprisingly strong for her size, but nowhere near damaging.

With pants and a slight sniff, Delphi relaxed as best she could and submitted to her defeat.

Again.

"Shift," Katalin demanded seriously.

With only slight hesitation, Delphi complied, and slowly but surely shifting back into her human form.

"...You are too slow," Katalin told her after a while, letting Delphi's neck go, "Even your shifting just to your wolf and back. Too slow, unless you are relying purely on attacking before the enemy knows you are there and even still then, you'd be stuck in a single form. You are not among humans anymore. At least learn that, and you...may have a chance."

"I...I understand," Delphi nodded her head as Kamilla entered the ring and handed Delphi a small towel and Katalin her clothes.

"We'll continue after Katalin and I finish our afternoon duties," She told Delphi out loud before turning to leave after she pulled her tank top down past her navel.

"Got it," Delphi let out a whisper as she dabbed her sweat covered forehead and neck dry.

She was going to have to take a shower soon anyways.

A scent lingered into the room making all three of the females' heads turn toward the entrance.

Wyatt stood there against the frame, watching them. Even the air went still.

"My Alpha," Katalin and Kamilla bowed their heads and averted their eyes in unison.

As Wyatt said nothing to them, Kamilla gave Delphi one quick glance before closely following Katalin out the door, both females giving him a wide distance of space as they pass him quickly yet evenly, leaving the two alone in the spacious facility.

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In the same moment that the two started to leave, Delphi turned away from the gaze she knew was against her more than likely bruised and scraped back—she felt the sting when she moved her arms to wipe the sweat from her brow.

She had been avoiding Wyatt the whole week. At first, she didn't see him at all—thank The Moon Goddess—but as the days passed, she knew he was seeking her out; whatever she would do—be it chores, roaming the pack grounds, or just getting from point A to point B—she'd smell him close by, and had to quickly do something else.

Fortunately, Omegas and Thetas eat at different times and places than the higher ranks, so she had no problem avoiding him then.

Unfortunately, she knew he was changing her normal schedule and duties: The other Omegas of the flat wouldn't let her work with them on any of their daily duties, whether it be in the manor or around the den. The other Omegas outside of the flat wouldn't let her help either, no matter how many times she volunteered, asked, or insisted.

Without having any work to do, that alone drove her and her wolf crazy. She had to serve somehow...BUT it wouldn't be the way that was expected of her. Instead, she settled with cleaning up in and around the flat as best she could, enjoying the fact that she had at least found something useful of herself.

However, because she had more time to herself than she liked, she had asked and pleaded with Katalin who then asked Adeline to let her return to Jackson at least to buy new clothes; she didn't want to keep wearing the little she had, and she did need more than just a pair of pants, shoes and socks, two shirts, and jacket. And in her hearts of hearts, she hoped to see Kathy again. She'd be surprised if the check she gave her was still good anyway.

Though she had gotten the new clothes, she knew that Wyatt must have paid for it because she didn't even have to draw out the last $20 she had to her name. It unnerved her, but her wolf—that seemed to have returned to normal at last—was pleased and happy that their mate was taking care of them so.

'He isn't our mate,' Delphi had reprimanded her several times, but as always, her other self would whine and whole heartedly disagree, saying that they are already mated and that was never going to change. She refused to accept it.

As Delphi walked down and out of the ring, she grabbed her neatly folded clothes from the bench she had put them on and started to dress, ignoring Wyatt completely.

Wyatt was getting tired of having her back to him, but he had to be persistent with her. This time, on her beautiful back were cuts and bruises from the training she had received today. They didn't look like they were going to get infected and from there he could see that they were already healing.

Still. He wanted to heal those wounds, no matter how minor they were. Especially after what happened just last week—

Before they even started, he pushed the thoughts of that bastard to the back of mind before focusing on now.

He had tried to give her space. He really tried to, but he and his wolf hated being so apart from her; it caused him to become more and more restless every night she wasn't there next to him. And it didn't help that every day they were becoming less and less patient with the distance.

Eventually he did step in and have the Omegas stop her from doing Omega duties. She is above that, even though she has yet to see it herself. He also had recently requested that she eat with him, the Betas, and the Deltas, but she has yet to comply, leaving her chair at his side cold and empty.

At first, the other wolves gave off scents of unease at her disobedience to him, but over a course of days, they calmed to a state of slight tension, knowing that if they got too involved, Wyatt would surely get angry.

They'd be right.

Through the silence Delphi hoped to keep, Wyatt broke that hope, "You should get those healed, Delph—"

"I'm fine. They'll heal before I know it," Delphi bit her tongue just after she said that, and Wyatt felt some of his tension dissipate.

Even though she cut him off, she was at least talking to him passed a 'No thank you' or an 'Alright'.

She still refused to say him name to him though. Since she had more or less been ordered to never call him Alpha or sir, and she didn't want to get so personal as to call him by name, she settled with not saying it at all.

Trying her hardest to not let it invoke a conversation, she quickly tried to finish dressing, the cuts and scrapes didn't bother her too much after what she went through. As she slipped her olive green tee on, she heard his even footsteps making move to approach her, each step echoed off the walls. She decided against tying up her hair as she heard him near her.

Moving evenly but quickly, she started for the nearest exit. Fortunately, it was her side of the gym. She hadn't even bothered to put on her socks and shoes as she tried to keep her steps even, though it was so obvious she was trying to avoid him. It was pathetic.

Almost there.

The sound his footsteps were still even, but coming closer.

Almost there now.

Just a few

feet

more...

She felt herself jump as Wyatt's hand slammed against the wall before her, blocking her intended path of escape. She should have known better than to try and outrun—better worded out pace—an Alpha.

Gulping, she looked down to the floor and avoided his gaze, "...Excuse me."

Wyatt bent in toward her, his baritone voice as mollifying, yet serious as ever, "No."

Delphi bit her lip, "I need to go—"

"You don't have anything to do," It was his turn to cut her off.

"...Please," She turned her head toward the wall, in her mind she desperately wanted to scale the damn thing to avoid all this, "I already told you where I stand on this."

"And you expect me to just let it go?" He asked as if what she said was simple folly.

She said nothing as she knew she couldn't ask him to do so. She had a hard enough time just trying to get her wolf to not take over and "tell" him she was on his side.

"Delphi," He began gently, the coarse fingers of his right hand rose from the wall and began stroking through her messy yet soft hair, causing her to stiffen a little, "You are mine, just as I am yours. Surely you can't keep denying us that right."

She didn't look up at him, still saying nothing.

But he continued, his finger brushing back her dark auburn hair behind her ear, "How much longer? How much are you going to force us to endure this?"

"....Tant qu'y faudra ...(As long as it takes)" Delphi whispered softly, so soft that a human wouldn't have heard her.

However, she heard a low growl rumble from Wyatt's chest and his hand went from tracing her jaw line to lifting her chin to look at him.

"You don't mean that," He said firmly, his words and voice underlined with emotion.

Delphi tried to look away again, but he wouldn't let her turn her head as he held her chin gently, but firmly and followed her gaze so that her eyes remained on his.

"You don't mean that," He repeated as if to hammer the nail in.

Delphi's bottom lip began to quiver as he stroked it with his thumb before trailing his hand down her neck and slowly to her left collar, running tenderly over the mating mark he had left.

It pulled a gasp from Delphi's lips as she accidentally tilted her head back a bit and dropped her shoes and socks. That zone never had been erogenous to her. Not until he had done that. She looked him in his emerald eyes on her own accord.

"You may hide this, but you are mine, Delphi. Just stop running away," He tilted his head a little as he rubbed his thumb over that spot again, drawing out another gasp before she bit her lip, her legs were started to turn to putty from his gentle yet insistent touch.

A rekindled heat started to flow through her, egged on by him and her wolf. Her heart started to speed up now as she continued to look at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mark she had left on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He allowed others to see it? Clear as day?! Her mind was started to blank just from the constant massaging, but she could see him starting to bend forward to kiss her.

And she would let him.

She would let...

With every last ounce of willpower and resistance she had left, she backed away from him, getting away from him as quickly as she could as she gripped at the junction of her neck.

"This will heal too!" Her accent thick, but as he made no move toward her—yet—she figured he got the hint, at least for a while, "This...this mating mark will heal too! As will yours! You can find your correct mate then!"

She bent down quickly yet cautiously to grab her shoes and socks before heading toward the door that he blocked, giving a lot of space and trying her best to not run. She knew that he certainly would give chase if she did. As she opened the door, she refused to look back as she ran back to the flat, hoping against hope that he wouldn't follow.

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Wyatt's wolf whined, growled, and barked in his mind, all the emotions he felt poured out through his wolf. How long would she deny this?! If he truly was meant to have a different mate, none of this would have happened the way it did! Why was she so afraid?!

He looked down at his hand that had touched and cloaked itself in a thin layer of her scent. Pulling it to his nose, he savored it.

He knew she wasn't happy with the words she told him; he could both feel and smell it now. The lies that fell from her lips she didn't even believe. She was just as restless as he was; it was all over and under her eyes as well in her scent.

Their minds were also more connected, and even when she thought she blocked him out entirely, he could still feel her in a faint whisper. He could hear her thoughts when she had her hackles up. He let out a sigh as he pushed his hand up to cover his eyes. Elusive mate indeed.

~*~*~

Windows? Clean.

Counters? Not a spec.

Floor? A slight headache and red ears, but vacuumed, swept, and mopped.

Delphi let out a dissatisfied groan. Even though she was pleased that she could clean around here, in all honestly, it wasn't much. No other Omega, heck, any wolf would let her clean their living areas, and even the ones she did live with didn't want her to touch their belongings.

Though...Jeremy was kind enough to offer, but Oliver quickly shut him down since he bunked with him. He was so strange for a Delaney...

Shaking her head as she looked out the window, she finished the last dish. The Omegas here kept everything so organized and neat. Was exploring the land and training the only things she could do at all?

She thought about asking Adeline if she could do something along the lines of her Omega duties, but she knew, just knew that the Madame Alpha didn't like her much. It hurt her, but not surprising, her wolf didn't like Adeline much either.

Still, she at least wanted to be in the clear with her. As well, Wyatt issued the order for her not to be allowed to do Omega work, so could the Madame Alpha really override him since Delphi was female? She is, after all, in charge of all females, but if it comes from the Alpha, does she have no control?

Without meaning to, Delphi found herself rubbing her junction. It was strange. Sure, she jumped at first contact the day after the incident, but not so much now. It isn't until Wyatt touches it when—

Delphi let a slight growl at herself as she pulled her hand away. This was ridiculous. First the dreams, then real thing, then the...incident, the scents, and now the freaking mark.

'It will heal, it will heal,' She kept repeating the mantra herself, denying that deep inside, she knew the answer.

She also knew Wyatt could hear her, and so she quickly reestablished the block that she formed for him. So far, it seemed like it worked, though...she felt that with every day, she needed to strengthen it. He...he is...a powerful Alpha after all.

"Oh Moon Goddess," Delphi whispered out loud, "When will this end? This isn't funny...it never was."

In the silence, her words vanished into thin air and were replaced with a deep and lengthy yawn as she turned to clean the sink before folding the cloth to put it away.

She hasn't been getting any good sleep. In fact, she had such a hard time getting to sleep that in the last few days, she's either had to pull all-nighters or go for a run in the surrounding forest —she had explored that much—just to be able to settle down enough for the next couple of hard earned, well fought for hours of sleep.

Still, she would find herself staring at the ceiling, beating even Katalin and Lain to waking by at least an hour and a half. During the day, she couldn't sleep at all. She would go into daze, but that was about it.

She gripped the sink tightly. This has got to end! When could she just move on from all of this?! With a heavy sigh, she pushed away from the counter. Delphi didn't even realize that shortly after, her hand migrated back to the junction.

The smell of a female wafted into the flat as the door opened, and immediately she took in a slow steady breath.

Kamilla.

Was she going to tell her to go train again? Or threaten her with more undistinguishable growls? For some reason, ever since yesterday when Wyatt confronted her at the training, Kamilla's fuse with her seemed to get shorter and shorter. She said nothing to Delphi—surprisingly—and tried to avoid her, but when they did paid attention to each other, Kamilla's growls and glares of animosity resumed like it was the first day they met. Why?

Jealously?

Disproval?

She just plain didn't like her?

What? If it was the former, then she shouldn't feel that way, otherwise she wouldn't be here! She's even been avoiding his insistence for her eat with him and the higher ranks! So why?

The footsteps of Kamilla's stopped shortly, and Delphi did her best not to look up out of curiosity—she knew better. However, that knowledge didn't help.

"...What are you still doing here?" A low voice passed Kamilla's lips, making Delphi look up at her out of surprise.

"E-excuse me?" Delphi asked.

"Don't give me that 'excuse me' bullshit," Kamilla's upper lip twitched as a growl slipped into her words, "What the fuck are you still doing here?"

"I was cleaning up. What else would I be doing?" Delphi rose up her hands defensively, in her mind, her wolf's hackles rose.

"I don't know, maybe getting your act together," Kamilla approached her from the threshold.

Delphi's wolf started to growl fiercely at Kamilla and Delphi had to keep her from surfacing, "What are you talking about? We finished the morning training already! I can't keep going like you all can—"

"It isn't about the damn training!" Kamilla barked at her venomously, trudging into the kitchen and slamming her hands against the frame walls, blocking Delphi's single option of possible escape, "You were going to have to be trained either way! We all know that the Alpha has summoned you many times! How long do you plan on remaining here?!"

That? She was talking about that?!

It was Delphi's turn to growl at her, "That has nothing to do with you! You needn't worry yourself on it—"

"When you bring this into my living space and don't resolve it, it IS my problem!" Kamilla snapped back as she bared her teeth at her, "He was and has been waiting for you to return and you insult our Alpha with your thick disobedience!"

"Just because I don't want to be his mate?!" Delphi shouted back at her, not backing down, "He could always find someone better—!"

Delphi felt whiplash and pain on her back. The wind flew out of her as Kamilla slammed her into the wall, her shirt bunched to the side in her hand. Even with Delphi's new found strength, she was still nowhere near as strong as her.

"Listen up, you stupid bitch," Kamilla's growl and words was low, menacing, and biting.

She then moved her grip lower and she used her free hand to pitch the skin just under the mating mark, pulling a squeak from Delphi.

"Shut up," Kamilla silenced her, her voice hitting an icy quiet tone, "I don't give a flying fuck if you are the same or even a higher rank that me. See that mark?"

She then squeezed it harder, "It means you are mated him. When you mate, it doesn't go away! Stop being so fucking delusional! Everyone and I mean EVERYONE knows that you and the Alpha are mated. You know how? Not because of your mixed scents, not even because he isn't afraid of showing the one YOU gave him, but because of how much needless drama you are causing from not just accepting fate as it is! You bring shame to not only Delaney, not only to the Alpha, but also to yourself, you fucking coward!"

Delphi's eyes locked with Kamilla, but neither relented.

But...

Her wolf, her other self.....had ceased her growls and agreed with Kamilla.

She, of all others, was betraying her....?

....No.

After a few more moments, Delphi turned her head away from Kamilla. She...she was starting to get it. No... She knew. She always knew. She put her and her wolf under so much stress, so much emotional pain by denying this, by betraying her wolf. She...it wasn't that she didn't want to accept the mating—her wolf most certainly did—it was....out of...