My Atypical Wolf

For Caleb it was just like any other day. A day filled with lying and deception. At this point he wasn't even sure who he was anymore. 

When he was growing up, everyone expected him to turn out to be an Alpha and help his brother rule this pack side by side. When he was thirteen, and tuned into his wolf for the first time, it was nothing but a disappointment. His parents started being less affectionate with him, and always tried to teach how to be an ideal omega. They did not tell him to his face, but made it clear with their subtle actions. Sometimes it was hard to move past beyond that.

He hated that, the idea of being the ideal omega. He knew very well how omegas were abused on a daily basis in most of the parts of the world. He will never accept getting abused as something normal. Luckily his older brother Chris was always on his side. He taught Caleb self-defence ever since he was young and what not, so that he can protect himself without being dependent on others. He was expected to be submissive as his intrinsic nature, but he will rather fight his instincts than submit to some irritating scum.

No one ever found out that he was an Omega. He takes suppressants and fake pheromones and pretends to be an Alpha. He hated doing that, pretending to be someone you are not. It was tiring in itself. The constant lying, excuses to cover up any omega like actions. He just wished that the world treat the omegas with the amount of respect they deserve so that he did not have to hide his true self like this. This ruse worked out in his favour. People were scared of him but they always respected him. He had a bigger built than average omega, maybe because he was born out of two Sub-Alpha Parents.

"So, will you be staying over after class?" His friend Matt asked him in the first class of the day. He is someone who was closest to Caleb since childhood. He can be a jerk though, if needed. They shared a bit of an odd friendship. 

"No, I got patrolling duties today, tell the team I will show up tomorrow." With the inter-college soccer tournament approaching the team needed to stay late and practice. Luckily their Coach was a werewolf as well, excuses like patrolling worked on him, primarily because he was scared by the Head-Alpha of their pack.

"No wonder you turned down the captain post. With your duties, it's better not to pile up even more". Matt tried to sound sympathetic, but underneath he was glad because he was made the Captain instead. Caleb saw through it, but chose not to comment on that.

"What's going on here"! Caleb had to shout out to Matt from the other side of the corridor. Today again he saw Matt trying to bully someone, after the first class. He was sick of covering up for Matt every time he messed up like that.

"He is being over possessive again". Sara, who was his girlfriend, sighed. 

Caleb never understood their bond. She was just his girlfriend, not even a fated mate or something. He himself admitted that he was never serious about her, then why behave like this.

"Who are you"? Caleb asked the kid they were bullying. He was well built and almost as tall as Caleb and Matt. His face however gave away the fact that he was actually younger than them.

"I'm new." Ashton said simply.

"That's it"? Caleb raised his eyebrows. "You got a name"? 

"Ashton" he said emotionlessly, which made him sound a little rude.

"Well, listen kid, we are seniors here, try to show us some respect". Caleb told him sternly.

"..." he remained quiet for a moment before finally saying "Can I leave, I am already late for my next Class". 

Caleb was irritated by the attitude of the new kid. He simply nodded and let him go. Sara followed him as well.

"Okay, maybe I was being overprotective. But that kid deserved a good beating for being that rude"! Matt, who was standing right next to him, told him.

"How many times have I told you not to deal with humans?" Caleb turned to his friend and raised his eyebrows. He lowered his voice low enough to evade the human ears.

"Hey! I was just giving him a warning. I was not actually going to beat him up". Matt defended himself. 

"Well, next time, try not to make a scene out of it". Caleb left the scene after saying that. Matt turned around and saw many students were staring at their exchange. He was lucky no teachers were around or he could have gotten in some big problem. 

That was basically his daily job. Protecting people from getting harassed like this. The other wolves, especially the Alphas from other packs hated him. But what choice did they have? Cresentile Pack was one of strongest pack of the state. Even the other tiny packs reported to them.

Honestly sometimes Caleb just wants to give up on everything and just run away. But he was not someone who would run away from responsibilities. So he always made sure to make the best out of any given situation.

Throughout the whole day he heard a lot of chatter here and there. A new kid in the small town was indeed a great topic of conversation. Some said he was rude; some girls swooned over how mysterious he was. Few irritated boys said he was just some typical nerd, who kept to himself. But according to Sara, he was simply a quiet person. At least, that's what she said during their lunch break. 

"Isn't it a bit odd, moving in the middle of the semester"?  Melanie said. She was another werewolf, who was not from Celestine Pack, but she was still a close friend of theirs. She was a junior, so she hung out mostly during breaks.

"Exactly! Sara, stay away from that weird dude". Matt said while hugging her from the side.

"Relax, it's not a crime to move". Sara rolled her eyes at him. He was lucky Sara liked him, because she got really annoyed with Matt sometimes. It was indeed a miracle that she still went out with him.

"Where is he anyways"? Melanie asked. "How come he is not having his lunch in here"? She looked around the cafeteria. 

"Who cares, finish your own food. We have five minutes till our next class". Caleb who was annoyed by that point snarled at his friends. Taken aback they finished their lunches quietly. They hated being ordered around like that, but they had no other choice than to follow his orders.