The Rise of the Omega Supreme

(PoV: Sophie) Despair engulfs my entire body as I see my friend lying unconscious on the ground. I try to evade the attacking wolves, but I can’t. A gray wolf leaps at me, and I’m weakened and injured. Only a weak and fragile human. Battling these lupine beasts with a strength thousands of times greater than mine. Closing my eyes, with no other choice, I accept that this is the end. I smell blood coming from the wolf’s mouth, and my heart beats apace. I didn’t want to die like this… I wanted to see my little sister… Despite being skilled with the bow and arrow, being only good wasn’t enough. Damn it… Scarllet was right; being good is not being excellent. “Please, someone save me,” I plead in my thoughts. Tears uncontrollably stream down my eyes, a testament to my weakness and helplessness. In the midst of a bloody battle, I’m begging for help. Suddenly, the weight of the wolf on top of me disappears. I open my eyes in shock and see a black and white wolf facing away from me, growling at the other wolf. I don’t understand, and it seems the other wolf doesn’t either. The black and white wolf stands in front of me, full erect, displaying its power. And the other wolf lowers its head and retreats into the forest. I come to a conclusion: This black and white wolf must be the beta of the alpha. But I still have one question: Why did this wolf save me? Lost in thought, I don’t realize when the wolf turns to face me. I snap back to reality at the fierce growl that comes from its mouth. Every hair on my leg stands on end. The wolf looks me up and down, and I can see the disgust in its eyes, mixed with sadness and anger. This makes me even more confused. What is happening? Why is this beta looking at me like that? Still looking at me, with sadness, rage, and disgust in its eyes, the wolf runs away from the battlefield. Leaving me alone with my confused thoughts. Still dazed by what happened, I look around and see Deniel in a protective bubble with Lina and Nicollas banging their heads against it. Nicollas stops crawling and says something I can’t hear because it’s too far away. I wait for a few minutes, and Deniel teleports away with Lina, using one of his potions. As soon as Deniel and Lina vanish, the beasts (as they’re called by Deniel and Scarllet). Stop fighting and retreat back into the forest. I turn my attention to Nicollas, who is unconscious and covered in blood on the ground. “Check if Nicollas is dead, human, and if he’s not, finish him off, then come back home, understood, Sophie?” Scarllet orders with her eyes purple with anger. Once again, I’m lost; why is she so angry that her eyes turn purple? “Yes, ma’am,” I respond, not wanting to irritate her any further. Without another word, Scarllet speeds away with her vampiric swiftness, disappearing into the forest. I take a deep breath, making sure my lungs fill up, and put pressure on my heels, preparing to run. I take the necessary impulses and run as fast as I can to where Nicollas is. I get close to him and see that he’s in a terrible state. I watch his body trying to heal itself, but he’s too weak. If I don’t do something, he will die because the wounds are many and deep. Lina hurt him too much, she was indeed trying to kill her own companion. I kneel by his side and place two of my fingers on his neck, realizing that he’s still breathing, but his breath is very weak. An internal war wages within me: Do I kill him or do I save him? Do I obey an order or have compassion for my friend’s companion? I don’t know what to do. The growls grab my attention, and I see the wolves running toward me. Apace, I take the potion from my pocket that will teleport me from here. Deniel gave me this potion as a guarantee that if I faced a life-threatening situation with no way out, I would have a chance to escape. I hold Nicollas’ arm and pour the potion on both of us. A green bubble surrounds us and removes us from the midst of the battlefield, taking us into the dark forest. (PoV: Albert) Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What the hell! I spent so long not knowing who my mate is, and when I finally find out, I can’t hide all the anger, sadness. And disgust I sense because she’s only a weak human, and on top of that, she’s part of Deniel’s army. What a mess! What did I do to deserve being the mate of someone lower than an omega? Me, a blue-blooded beta, and not only any beta, I’m the beta of the supreme alpha. Having as my mate this being who is good for nothing, weaker than an omega! Damned! Cursed! But if she’s weaker than an omega, why was she in the war, fighting against the wolves? Damn it! I can’t even think straight anymore. Right now, I’m running like a madman, not knowing where I am or where I’m going, only wanting to get as far away as possible. I admit, I was weak! I shouldn’t have left the battle when the future of my species depends on our victory. But if I stayed there, besides not being able to kill my own mate, I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. And that would only hinder our chance of winning. I made the best choice. If she dies, I will carry the weight of her death for the rest of my life, and if not… I’ll figure out what to do later.

(PoV: Scarllet) “DAMN IT!” I scream and knock a tree down to the ground, “What a fool I am!” I knock down another tree, “He will never feel anything for me!” I cry and lean against one of the few trees I haven’t knocked down. I’m in the darkest part of the forest, where the sun’s rays don’t reach the ground due to the dense fog that covers the area. I come here whenever I need to clear my troubled thoughts. The long, thick, and deformed trees sway their leaves, bringing me peace and calming me down. The dark water source and the sound it produces relaxes me and improves my mood. Leaning over my knees, I cry a little more. How stupid I was! He only used me! I have no value to that worm. If it were me who was injured during the battle, he wouldn’t give a damn. As showed by his leaving without caring about anything else. But when it was his precious Lina, he rushed into the middle of the field and stopped fighting only because he couldn’t lose her. I dedicated my entire life to helping him with this ridiculous plan. Only for him to replace me with that ridiculous project born from a disgusting laboratory. Tears and more tears of pain stream down my eyes, and sobs so strong that they hurt my throat echo from my mouth. With hatred in my being, I make a decision: It won’t end like this. I promise. Determined with what I’ll do, I rise from the ground, wipe away my tears. And vow to myself that I will never shed another tear for Deniel. I adjust my clothes and head towards the path that leads to the castle.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.