The Omega and his Two Alphas [PAFP]

Clint scrambled to his paws and moved to where Blood wanted him, the omega's tail tucked tightly between his legs and his.posture was low.

"Stop your pathetic shit and get up," he growled, nudging him up roughly. "What, do you expect to be treated nicely in this pack? Your just an Omega, and if you don't pass, you'll be even lower than that." He sneered. "You'll just be my pleasure toy."

Clint yelped and jerked awake, his ears drooping back and he looked up at Blood, his tail beginning to tuck between his legs and he gave a small whine.

Though Stripes had originally planned to test Clint himself, Blood had demanded he be in charge of it, claiming Stripes was too soft. After giving Clint about three hours to sleep, he walked in wolf form and kicked Clint in the rib. "Get up, trash," he sneered.

His tail wagged a little and he curled up, ignoring what was left of the carcass, doing what he was told and falling asleep.

He purred approvingly and complimented, "Good boy," and stood, nodding to him before he walked out. "Sleep now, I'll come for you when it's time."

Clint sighed and gave a small nod, looking up and reaching up a little, his ears drooping as he licked under the alpha's chin.

"Fine, I'll arrange it with Blood," he said lightly, toughing his shoulder with his tail. "Now, get some rest and I'll have an exam to give you later. I have to make sure you can hunt and do all your required jobs satisfactorily, else you'll have to become an apprentice for ahwile."

(He can go wherever he wants, but since he doesnt want to bring another sick werewolf to another pack he wants to be kept in one spot)

(is he not supposed to leave the territory once he belongs to the pack?)

"Your choice" He murmured, looking up at the alpha.

"By who?" Stripes asked, tipping his head to the side.

Clint trembled a little and sighed, "I dont know... Just somewhere with cover or something like that" He murmured quietly, his tail relaxing, "I get punished if I leave without permission, bad punishment" He said quietly.

"Blood has his reasons for acting the way he does, he really does take care of the pack. I'll make sure he isn't too rough on you." He saw his tail escape his grasp, and he quickly grabbed it again. "Enough of that, it is rather pathetic. And what area are you talking about? What happens if you leave it?"

"I want to stay..." He murmured, "Its just Blood makes me nervous and I dont trust myself.. What if it happens again?" He whimpered, his tail sneaking between his legs again, "D-dont let me leave a certain area unless one of you is with me..." He stammered out quickly.

He allowed Clint to wrap himself into him, his face against his chest. He noticed his tail in between his legs and gripped it with his own tail, bring it out into a normal position and curling his tail around it. "I need to know one more thing. Do you really want to be part of our pack? I can release you, if you really want, though you'd have our marks for the rest of your life."

He began to slowly relax and he pressed close to the alpha, his face in the alpha's chest fur and his tail between his legs.

Stripes watched him closely, then nodded, satisfied he was telling the truth. "You did the right thing, however hard it was." He wrapped his leg around him and held him close. "Whether I'm your alpha or not doesn't matter, I'm here for you, alright? If you ever need to talk, talk to me."

His ears pinned back and he got a little brave, "Why would I kill defenceless pups and my own parents and siblings just because I want to?" He snapped lightly, clearly hurt that the kinder of the twins didnt trust him, "I had no choice" He said.

Stripes growled threateningly, and growled deeply, "Are you telling the truth, Clint? That you had not choice to kill them? I have to be able to trust you to let you in our pack, or Blood is right, we will have to kill you."

Clint flinched and cowered under the alpha, whimpering quietly, "I... I accidentally led one of our own with a sickness to the pack... One by one they got sick and I had to kill them..." He whimpered, he even had to kill his own family, young pups, " I didnt want to... But they weren't in their heads anymore" Clint whined, remembering every kill he had to make, destroying his pack.

Stripes jerked away in shock, eyes narrowed. "What?" he said sharply, and unsheathed his claws, demanding more of an explanation than that.

Clint flinched at the nuzzle and he looked away, pain in his eyes. "I killed them...." He murmured, quietly whimpering.

"Good," Stripes said and nuzzle him. "Now tell me about this other pack. And why you aren't with them anymore."

He looked up, his ears drooped back and he gave a small nod.