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  The Omega Hybrid

  By: J.L. Wilder

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  Table of Contents

  Alpha and Omega

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

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  Alpha and Omega

  CHAPTER 1

  JANE

  Jane lived for the hunt.

  The wind blowing through her fur, her blood pumping through her veins, her tight muscles working in perfect synchronicity. Then the sight of the prey up ahead as it tore through the sands; its simple, animal mind focused on one simple truth – do or die.

  Jane was fast – the fastest in her pack, the Silver Fangs. And in her twenty-five years, she hadn't once met a beast that she couldn't close in on and bring down with a pounce and flash of teeth and claws.

  And all of it witnessed by the silver light of the moon in the desert sky above. Sometimes, Jane felt that the hunt was where real life happened, and everything else was just waiting around.

  But tonight was different. For the first time in as long as she could remember, the role of do-or-die had been flipped. The hunt wasn't simply about the kill and the feast, it was about staying alive.

  Jane's stomach growled as she ran through the Arizona sands. Her body felt weak, like her muscles might give out at any moment. And if there was one feeling she hated, it was feeling weak.

  Stay focused, she thought. This is a hunt – you start letting your mind wander and that's it, you're sleeping with an empty belly that night.

  She glanced around her, whipping her head left and right to catch sight of the rest of the girls in the pack. Jane spotted Becca, her top beta – the second-in-command. A few paces back, ripping through the desert sands, were Mary and Shane and Katy – the rest of her betas. The other girls in the back, the deltas and the rest of the wolves in lower standing, were back in Shady Sands, the name for the little encampment in the desert where they'd been living for the last several months.

  Normally, a hunt would be all of the girls. But not these days. The Silver Fangs had been under hard times in the last few months, barely able to eke out livings among the rest of the packs moving in on their territory.

  In the back of her mind, Jane knew that war was almost certainly on the horizon. As she ran, she found herself wondering whether the Silver Fangs would be able to hold their own in open conflict with one or more of the other packs in the region. After all, the Silver Fangs were one of the few all-female packs, which meant some of the more aggressive male packs harbored fantasies of subjugating them, taking them over and making the Silver Fangs their personal playthings.

  Never, thought Jane, her eyes narrowing. Not on my fucking watch.

  Right as her thought finished, Jane's paw grazed over the top of a rock that jutted out of the sand, the impact enough to make her unsteady on her paws. She stumbled as she ran, sand kicking up all around her as she tried frantically to not topple over.

  Finally, she managed to get herself steady. Once she was back on course, she glanced around and spotted Becca nearby, her eyes locked on to her.

  Jane knew right away what Becca was likely thinking, that she'd lost her focus on the hunt. And she'd be right. Jane knew that she'd then add the near-fall to the ever-growing pile of evidence that Jane was no longer fit to be alpha. Jane knew she'd start thinking whether it was time for a change in leadership...one way or another.

  Fucking focus! she thought, her words a tight hiss in her mind. Food. Get some fucking food.

  As she ran, Jane couldn't help but notice how negative situations had a way of compounding on themselves. One problem seemed to lead to another, and those led to more, and before you knew it you were at the bottom of a deep pit, wondering just how you were going to get out.

  Jane was about to scold herself for letting her mind drift again, but right as the thoughts began to form, she spotted the shape of something up ahead, something that she and the girls had been searching for all night

  Prey.

  It was a trio of desert bighorn sheep, a sight so welcome to Jane's eyes – and belly – that she salivated at just the sight of the animals moving through the desert. She picked up her pace, getting closer and closer until she could confirm that she wasn't in the middle of some hunger-induced hallucination.

  She drew close enough to make out the shapes of the animals, and then the detail. Jane's eyes moved along their bodies as they ran, taking in the sight of their tight muscles moving beneath their skin. And then, there was the smell.

  Jane grinned internally. The hunt was on.

  She glanced over at the rest of the girls, confirming that she had their attention. She did. With a flick of her head, she gave the signal to the pack for the usual hunting technique. Typically, Jane liked to experiment with different strategies, ones that drew the hunt out, made it more interesting. But not that night. All she wanted was to bring the beasts down, to have some food for her and the rest of the pack.

  Becca formed up at Jane's side, her silver fur seeming to glow under the moonlight. The rest of the girls split up, Mary and Shane moving to the right, Katy taking the left on her own. Jane watched as the girls disappeared to her left and right. Once she was confident the plan was underway, she nodded to Becca and the two of them picked up the pace.

  They closed in on the sheep, Jane now spotting three in total – more than enough for her and the girls to eat damn good tonight. Sure, it'd be a pain in the rear to haul all that meat, but it'd be worth it.

  The sheep were fast – fast enough for Jane to have some trouble closing in on them. Her leg muscles began to burn as she ran, as her body tapped into its last reserves of energy. She was glad –overjoyed, really- that they'd finally stumbled upon prey. Jane didn't know for how much longer she'd have been able to keep the hunt going otherwise.

  Jane and Becca pushed hard, getting close enough to the sheep to smell the rich scent of their raw flesh. It took all the focus she had to stay on target, to not get carried away with fantasies of how delicious the feast would be.

  And it'd be a feast, all right.

  Damn it, she thought. Where the fuck are the girls?

  The strategy was their most common, and it should've happened already. Jane glanced over at Becca as they ran, and right away, she could tell by the look in Becca's dark eyes what she was thinking.

  Don't fucking do it, thought Jane. Don't you fuck
this up for us.

  Becca moved in, and Jane let out a silent scream as she watched her second-in-command do what would very likely send them home hungry. Becca closed the distance between her and the sheep, opening her mouth and revealing twin rows of razor-sharp teeth. When she was close enough, she snapped her jaw at the sheep, planning to take them down but instead closing on nothing but air, the clack of her teeth sounding out over the thudding of paws and hooves on the sand.

  Fucking Becca! thought Jane. Overeager idiot!

  But Jane realized there was nothing to do but go for it. She closed the distance between her and Becca and the prey, her eyes fixed on the haunches of the sheep. Becca was close, close enough to send the sheep into a panic but not close enough to actually finish the job.

  Together, they cut down the distance to mere inches. But the problem was obvious – there were three sheep, and two of them. Assuming they could even bring down a pair, that meant a shitload of meat running free.

  Two's better than none, thought Jane.

  But the prey was fast – faster than Jane was anticipating. As she felt the strength drain out of her body, she realized that she might not even be able to bring one of them down, let alone two. Becca's stupid bullshit might've cost them the first solid meal they'd had in days.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! thought Jane, her lungs burning and her muscles screaming out for relief.

  Then, without warning, wolves pounced in from both sides – three in total.

  The girls had come through. Mary, Shane, and Katy pounced onto the hapless sheep, pulling them off their hooves and down onto the earth, great puffs of sand flying up into the night air. Snarls and cries of animal pain replaced the sounds of running. Jane and Becca both slowed to a halt as they watched the rest of the girls tear into the throats of the sheep, the cries of pain cutting out, dark red blood splattering on the sands.

  It was done. Jane let her muscles rest, her body screaming out in relief now that she was finally done pushing it to its limits. She focused her eyes on the sheep, staying in her wolf form until she was certain they were good and dead.

  When she was satisfied, she shifted. The rest of the girls backed up from their prey and followed suit, each of them wearing some variation of what Jane wore – simple cut-off shorts or jeans on bottom, a tight-fitting T-shirt for one band or another on top. The girls wiped the blood from their mouths with the back of their wrists as they waited for Jane to say something.

  As soon as the relief of the hunt being won faded, anger replaced it. She shot her glance at one girl then another, making sure each and every one of them knew damn well that she was pissed even before she said a word. Only Becca didn't cast her eyes down in shame the moment she had Jane's attention.

  "What the fuck was that?" asked Jane.

  None of them said a word.

  "You want to eat," said Jane. "Then you speak up. I want to know why the five of us together couldn't pull off a goddamn pincer move – the oldest fucking strategy in the book. And one I picked precisely because it's so easy."

  None of the girls said a word. Jane felt her frustration grow by the second. But right at the moment she was about to tear into them again, Shane brushed her red hair out of her eyes and spoke up.

  "I thought the plan had changed," she said, her cute, pixie features facing Jane.

  "Yeah," said Mary, putting her hands on her wide, full hips. "We were about to go in for the kill, but then we saw that Becca looked like she was about to take care of it."

  "Why the hell would you assume that Becca was changing the strategy mid-kill?" Jane asked.

  "Because it was faster that way."

  Jane glanced over at Becca, her blue eyes peering out from a hair of choppy blonde hair. Her pretty features were hard, challenging even.

  "'Faster'?" asked Jane. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  "The pincer would've taken too much time, as always. The prey was right in front of us, and I figured we ought to take them down while we had the chance."

  "That's not your call to make," said Jane.

  "It was a call I should've made during the last hunt, when we tried some fancy-ass bullshit and let the prey get away. Sue me for not wanting to go to bed hungry again."

  Jane was being challenged right then and there, and she knew it. Becca was flexing, trying to make her look weak in front of the rest of the girls. It'd have been one thing if Becca had been apologetic about the whole thing, said her sorrys for getting a little overeager. But no, she was letting it out that she'd acted out of total disregard for the orders of her alpha.

  And Jane knew she had to make a call – let it slide for the sake of keeping the peace and risk looking weak, or answering the challenge right then and there. It'd be a fight, one she wasn't up to.

  Jane decided to throw her an out.

  "Don't fucking do it again, bitch. I'm the alpha and I call the shots. You challenge me again and you won't like what happens."

  It was harsh, she knew, but it was how it had to be done. If Becca were to let her alpha verbally tear into her like that, and to just accept it, it'd mean that she knew her place.

  But she didn't. Instead, an impertinent little smirk formed on her stunning features.

  "Don't make bad calls like that, and you won't have to worry about me doing what needs to be done."

  Jane's right hand clenched into a fist. The air around them was so quiet she swore she could hear the skittering of desert rabbit paws on the sand. Jane knew that Becca understood what she was doing – those were fighting words, as some might call them.

  Really challenging me right here and right now? thought Jane. Right after a fucking hunt?

  The smirk stayed on Becca's face. Jane knew this meant the ball was in her own court. Only two options – fight to show alpha dominance, or do nothing and let the other girls see that their pack leader wouldn't even stand up to a beta. It'd be as good as stepping down. The rest of the girls watched in silent anticipation, knowing the fate of the pack was unfolding in front of them.

  A fucking fight it is, then, thought Jane.

  But before she could open her mouth and say the word, she smelled something on the air, something she couldn't ignore.

  It was the scent of wolves.

  Other shifters were near.

  Shapes appeared in the dark all around them. Wolves, a half-dozen in total, all with jet-black fur, stepped out of the night, their eyes glinting.

  One stepped over to the prey and sniffed the carcasses, as if inspecting them for a meal.

  "Who the fuck are you?" growled Jane.

  The black wolf turned his eyes to Jane, staring her down long and hard for several tense moments. She could tell by the scent that these were males, and ones who didn't give a fuck about stepping onto the turf of other wolves.

  With a shudder, the wolf shifted. The man was tall, built, and bearded, dressed like some kind of urban lumberjack, his hair a fire red. A smile spread on his lips.

  "Evening, ladies," he said. "Thanks for doing the work, but if you don't mind, we're going to take this here meat and bring it back to our camp. The boys are ready to eat good tonight."

  Jane knew that a fight was on. But unlike with Becca, it was one that she wasn't prepared for.

  Or one that she knew she'd be able to win.

  CHAPTER 2

  JANE

  Jane held her ground, her boots planted firmly into the sand. Out of the corners of her eye, she watched as the girls looked at her, waiting for her next command.

  At least they knew when to fall in line, she thought grimly.

  Even Becca knew well enough to stow the bullshit.

  "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, repeating her words and following them up with. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  Jane knew the specifics didn't really matter. They were one of the other packs in the region, one who'd likely been watching them from afar and waiting for them to do the hard work of pulling off the actual kills.


  And now, they wanted the meat.

  "Just a hungry handful of guys," said the man with the red hair and beard, the man Jane figured was the alpha. "And when we spotted you girls taking down those bighorns...damn, we couldn't help but admire it."

  He squatted down next to the sheep, his eyes locked onto the animals for a moment.

  "Clean fucking kills too," he said. "Pretty damn good for a gang of ladies."

  "You touch those fucking sheep and you'll find out what else this gang of ladies can cleanly kill," Jane said.

  "Ohhs" went up from the men, their sign that they weren't taking what Jane had said seriously in the slightest. But she didn't pay them any heed – if these fuckers wanted to try something then they'd join the ranks of every other pack who'd underestimated the Silver Fangs.

  The man stood up and let out a snort of a laugh. He shook his head, the kind of gesture one would make to a precocious kid. He stepped over to Jane, moving closer and closer until he was a mere few feet away from her.

  "You talk to every stranger like that?" he asked.

  "Nope," said Jane. "Just the ugly ones."

  More sounds shot up from the men.

  Jane wasn't lying – now that the man was close enough to her that she could make out his features through his beard and hair, she had a good look at his pug-ugly face. The man was built like a brick wall, but he wouldn't be winning any beauty pageants any time soon.

  His eyes narrowed, and Jane got the impression he was reaching the limits of his pretend good humor.

  "Here's the deal," he said. "My boys and I, we're going to take this here meat and that's that. You girls don't get any say in the matter."

  Jane said nothing, waiting for the prick to finish.

  He raised a finger into the air.

  "Here's what you girls do get to have a say in, however," he said. "My boys and I might be in the mood to share some of our food with you. But if you want to eat right, then you're all going to have to indulge in some...appetizers first."