Omega Pride Ch. 10

Delphi was at a loss for words, a sudden tightness gripped her throat and looseness in her legs. Her breathing came out sensitive and ragged, and returned to her ears quiet. She could feel their disbelief, the shocked stares of others in this room and smell their scents. It was impossible...she...she never..!!! Warmth reached out to her and she looked down at the source of it. Wyatt had grabbed her hand, and as she looked him in the eyes, she could see them full of understanding and support.

"What bullshit," Beatrix growled out of the quiet. She looked over at the eyes of Adeline and Wyatt, lowering hers. "Forgive me, Alphas, but I'm not going to just sit here as an outsider goes on and on about her miserable tale. For all we know, she could have had years to solidify this and make herself believe it to be real. I mean, Mrs. Delaney? A descendant of the "de facto" first werewolf? I don't believe so, and I won't be forced to believe it either." She got up off the wall and stormed toward the exit.

"Beatrix!" Adeline growled at her impudence, projecting something to her to make her stop just as she unlocked the doors.

"I understand, Madam Alpha," Beatrix spoke softly, her tone no longer as uncouth. She turned around to face Adeline, to face everyone, "but I will not stand here and take in what I don't believe." And with that she closed the doors after her, the locks of the doors sounded a little shaky as if she was repressing to slam them.

Naomi stared after her before looking over to Adeline, "Madam Alpha—"

"Let her go, Naomi," Adeline told her. "Lock the doors. She has her own problems she has to sort out and overcome; she is too blind at the moment to see the truth in front of her." Adeline looked over at Wyatt apologetically. All he did was close his eyes and nod slightly; the weighty air never once changed its effect.

"Anyone else?" Wyatt asked deadpan, looking about the room at the other Betas and Denver. They didn't move an inch outside of getting more comfortable where they sat or stood.

It took a while, but Adeline was the first to speak, "I understand and scent you aren't lying, but Beatrix did have a point. How can puppy—"

"Delphinia has inherited many traits from The First and the powers of Iah. The most prominent trait being her eyes," Samira was quick to reply before she finished asking, "The Blue Grey of the sinful flooded world's skies as from what The First saw when he and his mate were spared by the Deities, and the orange ring of The Deity of Transformation's holy, everlasting Hunter's Moon. As for her powers, I'm sure both she and the Alpha have noticed them."

"M...My—" Delphi's eyes shifted slightly.

"The powers of Iah lie in the senses. We have all inherited some such as scenting out emotions and others, projecting, and healing our own and others wounds by licking them, while Alpha wolves can give a command with their voices. But for those who are blood descendants of The First," Samira focused on Delphi, "They can do so much more, even compared to we scions of The First, who inherit the powers to some extent. For an example, there is blood descendants' ability to hear thoughts."

Delphi's face paled slightly as she recalled the previous week.

"They do not read other's minds as most may think, rather, they hear what lies on their minds. They are not limited to just wolves, but can hear the thoughts of humans and μιγάς as well, including the words of those that have long since passed away," Samira told them. "Their sight, just like Alphas, can give commands, allows them to do so by merely making eye contact with someone."

Delphi's thoughts flashed onto Number 66 and what it meant when it said that using those powers were unfair, and even earlier when she had looked at Lain and demanded that she stop calling her Mrs. Delaney; she hadn't called her that since.

"But unlike an Alpha, where when giving a command the wolf commanded could chose not to, a descendant could command any wolf, any μιγάς, or any human and those commanded would have no choice but to obey." Samira looked at Wyatt, "when they touch someone or something that effects their past, their physical bodies go into a sleep-like state and revisit the past as long as they were alive during that time."

Delphi and Wyatt met each other's recognizing glances, remembering the two "dreams" she had: the one when Number 78 had shot her and the other when they had visited the old Méraudin pack lands.

"And was there something for their healing properties?" Denver asked, genuinely curious now.

"Yes," Samira responded matter-of-factly, "they can heal from injuries faster than other wolves, resist even the most concentrated silver better, and leave no scars behind to tell the tale."

"So your mission...was to protect the descendants of Iah, those from Mirari's line," Elise clarified after a brief bout of quiet.

"It still is," Samira turned to face Elise, "I cannot complete it until—"

"Il est? (It is?)" Delphi interrupted her, quiet anger starting to build behind her tone, "If you were supposed to protect me...then where the hell were you, where the hell were any of you 14 years ago?"

Samira turned slowly back at Delphi, the look in her eye shifted to sadness, "Delphinia—"

"Where the hell were you?!" Delphi interrupted, her eyes not even glowing as she exploded, "My birth pack was killed! The μιγάς massacred them! I went through two abusive packs! I remember what they did to me now! I ran from other wolves, other packs out to kill me! I lived alone for 14 years and suffered for it! Where the fuck were you three if it was—my bad—is your mission to protect me?! To protect my mother?!"

'Mate...' Wyatt projected to her, but Delphi shook her head. She had to get it out now.

"No," Delphi's lip trembled as an angry glare was cast on her face as she kept her eyes on Samira, Luka, and Fu Zhen, "All three of you let them die. You didn't even bother! Protecting me, my ass."

"It is my mission, not my scions, Delphinia, and I had no choice," Samira told her steadily, but the smell of melancholy and deep regret lay heavy in her scent. "It was not my duty to protect the Méraudin, but I wanted nothing more than to protect Mirari, Eirene, and you. I myself, with the limited powers The First had blessed me with, have gone often into the past and warned them, but that is what strengthened their resolve to let themselves die to save their line. Your pack died to protect you, Delphinia. They chose to. The μιγάς didn't even know you existed. The μιγάς offered that the Méraudin give your mother up and the pack would be spared, but your pack didn't take that proposal, and they refused to let Eirene give herself up either. Your mother remained at the den and told you to collect firewood so that they wouldn't find you, and know that another descendant of The First was alive there. You were important and loved enough that they were all willing to sacrifice themselves for you.

"I couldn't be with you as the μιγάς had me under watch, until this day. They knew that I would be with a descendant of The First as I have been so in the past, so I had to keep my distance from you since you were born, visiting only on the rare occasions when it was safe. I had continued to watch over and aid you from a distance while you were traveling on your own."

"When?" Delphi had a quiet, icy, and cynical tone in her voice, "How could you possibly have helped me?"

"During the siege and revolt against the Stenpryde pack, it was I who protected you from getting killed by a Beta and allowed you to escape," Samira replied. "I was forced to leave you for two years as the μιγάς had seen that I had gotten into a conflict that didn't involve me in any way, but when I did return to you and when you ran from the Oakens' pack, it was my scion Fu Zhen who shot and killed the Delta wolf pursuing you."

Delphi closed her eyes as she remembered hearing a voice, Samira's voice, telling her to run when a Beta male of Stenpryde tried to kill her and the two, Luka and Fu Zhen, clearing her a way out for her to escape. She also remembered her wolf running, blood dripping from her lips and an infuriated wolf in Anthro form giving chase, the scent of blood, his blood, hung heavy in the air. And as she ran, she remembered hearing arrows whistle over her head and the dying yelp of the Delta male.

"And when it came to humans, not all of them would have assisted you as kindly as they had had I not commanded some of them to," Samira explained. "I could not insure you had a bed every night—that would require me to get too close, but I did insure that you were safe, that you learned the skills necessary to survive among humans. I no longer needed to control the humans once you came to Wyoming, and when I discovered that you were to mate the Alpha of Delan, I was surprised...and at first dismayed. But I long knew of their strength, and with their long held title, I knew that you could not be safer, especially compared to your mother and Mirari. Even then, I could not take any chances, especially since a μιγάς was present in Wyoming and so close by. When you left this compound, I had tried to command both the humans you sat in the car with to bring you back to Jackson, or at least back to Cheyenne, where you would have passed the μιγάς by, but you refused to. You took control of the husband of the female and commanded him to drop you off at the nearest station, the one in the same place as that μιγάς."

Delphi's mind flashed back to when she ran. She had controlled the human male...what was his name? Kenneth? And his wife, Barbara? Was that why what she had said that day didn't make sense?

"As well, when you and Alpha went to Quebec, I tried to warn you, Delphinia, not to return as I knew that a μιγάς would be there. But you dismissed it since you thought being with the Alpha shielded you from others thoughts," Samira added.

So...so that was who Delphi was hearing before she left? She had thought it was a part of her imagination! Delphi looked down, feeling her anger deflate a little.

"Wait," Florideen spoke up, "Alpha, if I may, but a little while ago, Mrs. Delaney had said that she...remembers her past now...how is that so?"

The attention was back onto Delphi right after Luka gave a quiet cough. "I don't know," Delphi said, looking around before looking back at Samira, "She had done something to me. Right after they killed the μιγάς, she touched my head, and I could hear her project something inside my mind, something like....she releases me from my bounds."

"What bounds is she talking about?" Wyatt asked, his eyes narrowing.

For once, Samira didn't answer immediately, hesitating to answer the question. Samira gave a quick glance over to her scions; Luka took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, while Fu Zhen seemed to be bracing herself. Samira looked back at Wyatt and Delphi; her words came out carefully,

"When you were born, Delphinia, both your parents and I felt it best that you and your wolf were sealed."

"Que? (What?)" Delphi stared at her in disbelief, almost losing balance as she moved to straighten herself out; even the same look appeared on Wyatt's face as well.

"Your mother had learned to shield and block her scent throughout all of her years, and eventually she learned to rid herself of most of her powers and strengths. But you, Delphinia, you were but a newborn, and the moment you were born your presence was sure to be known. The blood of Iah knows no bounds and would have let any wolf around know that you were special and different from them. We could neither teach you nor your wolf to block off your powers and presence, so, with the little power that your mother still had and the powers I possessed, we commanded you and your wolf to become submissive, to become the Omega wolf you are and were born into," Samira closed her eyes as she spoke.

"WHAT?!" Pure shock and rage filled Delphi's disbelieving face, her hands balled up into fists.

"Your human nature was easy to mold and shape into a good Omega wolf as that was how the Méraudin raised and treated you, and we only had to keep commanding you once every few months before the command finally stuck in your tenth year," Samira's scent of regret grew with every word. "Your wolf half, however, remained challenging. We had to keep commanding your other self weekly, until we decided that it was best that she would remain just as submissive as you when you were awake, and only in times of great danger, pain, or threat would she be allowed to take over and defend.

"However, we needed to make sure your human half would not be aware of it, so we made it so you would blackout and become dormant every time she did. To further that process, we commanded that you would not always listen to your wolf, ignore your instincts, and depend on your human choices, including coming up with your own reasons to why things have happened. For your wolf, we commanded her that she was not to tell you, no matter how much she wanted to. All this shielded you off from being recognized as a descendant of The First, and would let you pass as a mere wolf, and even as a human.

"Alas, there were larger shortcomings. If someone were to recognize you as a descendant, you would have very little to protect yourself with if your wolf didn't take over to protect you or if my scions and me weren't present. Another shortcoming was what happened in the forest today. The chance that your human half became aware of your wolf half's actions and personality would lead to a mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual collapse within yourself. The two halves would become unstable, almost certainly making you fall into a coma until only one side emerges from it. At the very worse, both sides wouldn't have emerged...and you would have died."

"So you...controlled and brainwashed me..." Delphi felt her anger rebuilding inside of herself, memories of such command sessions flooding through her mind along with how many times she had been scolded and disciplined by her parents and others for acting like who she was.

Wyatt was growling throughout her entire explanation, "How dare you do something that detrimental to my mate?!"

"I never thought a wolf would resort to that kind of thing on another wolf, especially one who knew the possibilities," Emmanuel spoke up, along with many others voices of heavy disproval.

"We knew that there would be very high risks," Samira spoke amongst their anger, "But with the power Delphinia has, she would have easily been sensed and killed by the μιγάς. We had no other choice—"

Delphi removed herself from behind the desk quicker than she ever moved before and grabbed the beige cape around Samira's neck, gripping it tightly in her fist as she picked up her other fist as was about to slam it hard in the face of Samira.

But she stopped.

Delphi glared painfully at her, her fist shaking, her teeth clenching. In the back of Delphi's mind, she could see the worried and fearful face of her mother right after she scolded her.

All of the fear.

And she now understood why.

Delphi's eyes were glassy as she looked at Samira intently in the eye. "All of this....you...my pack...my parents...what you all did...was for me. I don't know if I can find it in me to forgive any of you for doing it." Delphi shut her eyes tight, remembering Ninon's final words to her before looking back her, blinking away tears. "But I will be grateful...and as the last one living, through all that they have done...you will find a way to repair the damages you have caused...Même si elle vous tue. (Even if it kills you.)"

With that, Delphi let Samira go with a push, the silence in the room showing the surprise and concurrence in Delphi's actions. Delphi gave Wyatt a quick glance before she stormed toward the doors, unlocked it, and slammed them after her as she headed toward the back of the manor outside.

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Wyatt couldn't believe all of this. This explained so much, but there was so much to take in. The air was overflowing with heaviness and stress.

"She left before my Guarder was finished—" Fu Zhen started up, but Wyatt let out a frustrated growl.

"We are done here." He casted angered eyes on the trio, "all three of you, leave. Now."

Samira looked over at Wyatt, "I'm afraid I cannot do that, Alpha of Delan."

"What?" Wyatt growled deeply as he stood. This problematic wolf dare challenge his word?

"The μιγάς, Alpha. There are not only three of them," Samira warned, "And I believe there is a reason as to why they are attacking and killing off the line of The First."

This sparked brand new attention from the agitated wolves. Wyatt growled lowly, "Explain yourself."

"Μιγάς travel in multiples of threes, no more, no less. They have done so since they first appeared in this world," Samira explained. "During the year of the Méraudin Massacre, seven other descendants had been murdered. All with three μιγάς on each target. One of them stayed behind, another traveled the direct root any survivor could have taken, and the other searches them out the long way around. They are organized, Alpha of Delan, something that has been becoming more noticeable with each new Iah death. At first I was unsure what it was they wanted and why there were doing this. I was unsure if they merely wanted to kill off any wolf, like hunters, but when I realized that they target those only of my Guarder's bloodline, it became a much graver situation."

"What do you mean, Samira?" Keric hadn't spoken in a long while, his voice seemed quieter compared to normal.

"Those with the blood of Iah not only carry The First's powers, but also the powers of Ankh, Life, indirectly linked to the Alpha Deities of Life and Death themselves," Samira explained, not looking at him. "Just as mates are linked to each other, just how when one's mate dies, the other goes mad and eventually dies too, we are all linked to the bloodline of Iah. If The First and all of his descendants were to die, all wolves of this world would die as well."

Several faces paled in the room. "How many descendants are alive now?" Conroy asked her, his arms folded.

"I am unsure. But I do know that many if not all of the first 15 pups he and his mate bore have been killed. Many of their pups, their pup's pups, and even further down the line have been murdered as well," Samira looked down before looking back at up, "but regardless of the numbers that are alive and dead, I know that Delphinia's life is on the line.

"It took me far too long to conclude to this next bit of information, but in the ancient days of the μιγάς, not just several wolves went missing, but several human females went missing too. Not many human females have gone missing in this era, but I believe that they were used to breed new μιγάς during that time. That means that it couldn't have been a μιγάς that started it all." Samira paced back and forth a little bit. "It had to be someone who already knew of wolves, someone who didn't mind bringing harm to humans, and someone who knew the outcome of slaying the descendants of The First. Most wolves to this day do not even believe in The Deities let alone the first werewolf and his descendants, so the only being it could be would have to be a descendant themselves."

"But why would another descendant bring harm to members of their own pack?" Wyatt folded his hands together, "and who could it be?"

"Those truths are still clouded by shadows, Alpha of Delan," Samira spoke sadly, "but I do know this: Whichever descendant it is that is producing, controlling, and commanding all these μιγάς will stop at nothing until every living descendant of The First is dead. And now that they know that one is here, it is no longer a question of if they will strike, but a matter of when and how they will."