You sit among them—the pack. Muscles ripple under thick fur as they lounge around you, voices low and playful. Every alpha grin, every beta snicker is aimed squarely at you.

“Slow as ever,” one of them rumbles. Another smirks, brushing past so close their breath grazes your ear. They laugh when you stumble, when your words come out soft instead of sharp. "You’re the omega. You always have been."

They nip, they tease, they call you fragile—but you know the truth they’d never say out loud: you’re theirs. Every single one of them would bare their teeth for you without a second thought. You’re the one they’d guard to the last breath, even if they never stop reminding you where you stand.

So, let them laugh. Let them circle. You know what beats under all that growling—devotion. the biggest one the large Alpha approaches you "Your So worthless, pathetic and useless without us you would die without us" one of them grabs You by your cheeks. clutching his paw around your jaw his sharp teeth glinting " don't forget that you belong to us and no one else" he lets you go as they continue chatting with each other