Steve glanced up at the alpha wolf slowly. “You sound like every other alpha I’ve ever met. And yet, here I am, gifted to you because I’m an omega. How else would you categorize what you are?”
Peter gave a confused look. “A gift? No, you’re no such thing. Not in this pack.” he replied. “Alphas are not superior to Omegas in the Hale pack. Anyone who told you otherwise is a fool and an idiot.” he replied. “When I asked to speak with anyone who felt like they didn’t belong, I wasn’t expecting to have you almost literally thrown at us.”
“They didn’t like that I kept questioning everything,” Steve answered quietly. “Guess they figured this was their opportunity to get rid of me. If you don’t want me either, I’m more than happy to go somewhere else or even live somewhere on my own.”
The alpha tilted his head. “Questions deserve answers, not pawning the inquirer off.” Peter replied. “My pack is…unconventional, you could say. The pack’s advisor and emissary is an Omega. Very powerful in his own right. Mated to my second in command, as a matter of fact.” He explained. “In recent days I’ve heard my land referred to as the land of strays, but I stand by the decision I made when I changed my pack’s traditions.” He explained, watching the blonde and holding out his hand. “Come with me and see? We do well on our own, every now and then I’ll travel, try to help more people. The Hales have a generous amount of land. If you don’t like it after a week, you’re free to leave, I assure you.”
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