16. Meeting after Work

"Y-you d-don't??" I asked him in amazement. Who wouldn't want to get their life back after it was ripped out of one's hands?

"No." He pressed his lips together.

"Everything until now feels just like a lie."

"Ah." I nodded at him, getting it.

"A-and? W-which w-way d-did you r-react?" 

He looked at me in confusion.

"T-the k-kiss." I reminded.

"Oh." The pup looked at the floor.

"Not at all, neither way." 

I nodded again and chewed on my food. The pup should feel too betrayed for him to get hard at a simple kiss, and, he had not had his first turning and first heat, so there was no way he would get wet already.

"I dread the moment I react as an Omega..." Leon looked numbly at me.

"I'll b-be there." Thinking that it sounded strange, I corrected myself,

"W-when you h-have your f-first heat." Also didn't sound right. I tilted my head and thought.

"To a-ac-accompany you." It somehow didn't get better.

Leon broke into laughter,

"I get what you mean. Just, I really am unsure if I want you to see me like this...."

"Y-you d-decide." I looked back at him.

"When will it happen?" Leon was clueless, not even the strongest pack had let slip something to the pup. He was utterly clueless.

"F-first is t-turning." I said.

"Yeah....from that I heard a few stories, it won't be pretty." He sighed deeply. Growing up was really hell.

"Y-yes. T-that will h-happen soon." At the first turning you would just end as a monstrosity of a hairless, deformed something. I hadn't had a mirror in my room when it happened, but I remember the agony, and this undefinable body. Neither wolf, dog, nor human. With each turning it would get better, until it was nearly painless and worked in one fluid turn.

"Let's meet at the side entrance after school?" Leon asked, and I nodded. He didn't move, and I pointed at the door.

"U-use t-the chance t-to eat." There should be more enjoyable things to do than to go to the cafeteria as an Omega, but money was tight, and food was precious. 

"Yes..." The pup looked defeated and left, leaving me to finish my food.

Work seemed to take longer, now that I was looking forward to meeting someone. The time just did not seem to pass as I was again called to the arena, this time for human matches. 

What I really have to thank my father for was that he showed me how to fight. He had never told me about where he came from, how he grew up, or anything else about him. I had not even known that I had siblings, if he hadn't drunk himself into near unconsciousness. Then he had started to cry about the sounds my siblings made as he broke their necks, and where he had buried them. 

Once I was in the vicinity of the place their graves should be, it was just an abandoned garden of a destroyed house. I don't even know if the owner of the plot had ever been aware that there were five babies buried on his ground.

But I hadn't had the guts to look for their bodies, and just left, never coming back again and trying to banish any thoughts about them.

I also knew nothing about my other father, the alpha. This time it was not because my father didn't talk about it, but because he talked constantly about it, the story changing each time considerably.

One time he was raped by an Alpha that was spellbound by his beauty. The next time, it was because they were truly in love, but the Alpha had died before they could get married (which isn't even allowed. Not forbidden either, but it just doesn't happen, and I think nobody knew how to proceed with such a wedding).

Then it was that the Alpha was his best friend since childhood, and it happened during his first heat, later saving him from an accident and dying in the process.

Each time another variation came, I asked myself if this was the real one, not even knowing if my father himself believed in any of the crap he spoke off.

But, to come back to the topic, he at least taught me how to fight. Believing I was an Alpha, he wanted me to show off in the school arena before rivaling the other packs as an adult. To bring him prestige and save him out of his own misery. 

It wasn't that he constantly talked about me becoming an alpha, it was something that was just established. If he did not drink, and that wasn't really that often, he would seldom speak very much. Showing me moves that used the strength of the opponent, and unknowingly helped me when I had turned into an Omega, was the only time we had between father and son. Or mother and son, however you want to phrase it.

I should show the pup some moves. 

When I finally finished my workday, the pup stood at the side entrance, waiting for me. 

"H-hey." I greeted, not sure how to react about someone standing there, for me.

"Let's go. The motel isn't far." He said, pointing in a direction. The school seemed to be in the middle between the motel and my home. 

We walked down the street, this city consisted of mostly black buildings. It was oppressing, but with time you would get accustomed to it. 

The streets were mostly empty. Each pack had his own area—big forests, big estates, away from the city. The students mostly commuted, but there was also a dorm at school, separated for alphas, low-ranked werewolves, and betas.