1 <Prolong>

There is a saying, "We were born to die."

Well, we can say that Faith has felt this all his life. Of course, we all go through our own fights, maybe with ourselves or with those around us, but this story is about him...𝗙𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿. And believe me when I say that his story is one for the books!

Let's start from the beginning,shall we?

ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ

'I told you! I'm not keeping that useless omega! He will die before he starts training! Just look at him, beside the fact that he is the lowest rank, he is even smaller than other omegas! He will DIE!' The alpha growled in an angry manner to his mate who was sitting on their bed with a little pup in her arms. She just gave birth to a healthy pup. The pregnancy was not easy for her, since her mate was most of the time busy with the packs troubles.

And now he is standing in front of her, with an angry look while he stares at the little fluffy ball which continues to rub his little head against his mother chest. He does not weight even three kilograms, which at first alarmed the pack doctors. His skin is as white as the milk foam, his eyes are kind of a unusual colour, a pink-rose but not very bright, even pastel. His lips are bigger then usual, but not very much, having a pink hue. As for his hair, it has the color of his skin but the tips are slightly blue. He looks so innocent and fragile, which makes the alpha hate him more. He doesn't want a submissive omega who is not able to fight. He wants a strong alpha, who will be able to lead the pack when he will not be able to anymore. But what did he got? A fucking omega! He can't even stand near him so he exits the room, leaving his mate alone with the pup.

She looks down at the small creature and caress his face as he starts to fall asleep. She smiles at him and continues to caress him.

'I know he is wrong. You are my pup and I will not let him hurt or abandon you...Faith.