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dmitri
I LET THEM go.
I knew that Aurelie and I had a bond, and that she could go anywhere at all, and I could always find her. I knew there was no separating us.
For that matter, even when Corentin managed to summon some kind of rebellion against me, he was mine, too.
They were all mine.
So, they could leave, but they weren’t really leaving.
At any rate, we did need to get back to the capital, and I did need to speak with the King about this problem we had.
I brought Johannes with me, in case he could explain it better than I could. I had listened to what Corentin and Nikolai had explained, but it all sounded insane to me.
The King agreed. “Here’s what’s happening,” he said. “There obviously are some commoners out there with latent designations, and they do present when the right combination of alpha scents hits them, I suppose. But it’s not everyone.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” said Johannes.
“I think so as well,” I said. “If everyone could present, more people would.”
“On the other hand,” said Johannes, “what if more people do and they hide it?”
“Why would they do that?” said the King.
“Well, it’s not as if they’re going to be welcomed into the royal family if they aren’t of the right pedigree,” said Johannes. “And it probably makes them into freaks. You got a knot on your dick, you scare off betas.”
“But the people they do have sex with would find out,” I said.
“True,” said Johannes, as if he hadn’t thought of this.
“Anyway,” I said, “does it matter? If they go public with this, what will happen? Would it be the destruction of the monarchies in all these countries? Would it mean that there were all sorts of commoners trying to present? Would it be a disaster? Should we pay anyway?”
The King’s eyes widened. “Well… maybe it’d be a better world without the monarchy.”
“You don’t want to be King?” said Johannes.
“Does anyone really want to be a king?” said the King. “It’s very lonely.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You’re separate and singular and different and put on a pedestal. It’s… I’d stop doing it if I could, but I can’t.”
“You can abdicate, actually,” said Johannes. “You could hand the throne over to Dirk—”
“Well, sure, but that wouldn’t change anything, because I’d still be hounded for the rest of my life and treated like the King, only everyone would be mad at me for not being the King.” He shrugged. “If everyone and anyone could be an alpha, though…?”
“What are you saying?” I said. “That’s not a solution.”
“I don’t even understand why this Corentin person’s debts are the problem of the crown,” said the King.
“I explained that.”
“You know, when I said that you could get some assistance with your omega, I didn’t mean that you needed to be so deeply involved with the other alphas. I told you, you don’t have to be there—”
“I do, though,” I said. “That’s how I operate. And now, I’m invested in him.” I didn’t know how to explain this to the King. He and I were in a very similar position in that we both were pack leaders and we both had omegas that had other alphas, but I could see that we didn’t interact with the roles in remotely similar ways.
“Invested in him or not, whatever he’s done is his own fault, and it’s not the business of the crown,” said the King. “We don’t need to pay off his debts. If you’re making a request for funds, I deny it.”
I licked my lips, displeased with this answer. But one didn’t contradict the King, so I only nodded.
“I’ve been asked for money many, many times in my life,” said the King. “And I can tell you that most people who are making threats don’t go through with them in the end. I think these Banno people—”
“Bannino,” I said. “They’re an influential crime family in Arenze, and the authorities have yet been able to put them behind bars. They are a credible threat, I assure you.”
“Yes, but even if they do what they say? I don’t know that I’d mind.” The King shrugged. Then he leaned forward. “But it’s as I say, Dmitri, it’s preposterous. They can’t change anyone into an alpha.”
“You’re right,” I said, nodding. “It is a preposterous claim.”
The King dismissed us and Johannes and I walked back through the castle to the wing where our quarters were.
“What are we doing about Nik?” he said.
“He isn’t responding to your texts or calls either?” I said.
“No,” said Johannes. “I’m apologizing to him, but I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for. You have fucked up our lives, Dmitri.”
“It seems to me you fucked things up with Nik when you went off with the omega without my permission,” I said to him.
“No, he was angry before that,” said Johannes. “And this again?” He folded his arms over his chest. “Okay, I need to know. I asked Aurelie to find out, but you chased her off, too—”
“Aurelie will be back,” I said in a firm voice.
“What happened? You said you bottomed once and didn’t like it. Were you forced or something? Do you have trauma, because—”
“No,” I said, glaring at him. “Fuck you, Johannes.” I started walking faster, away from him.
He hurried to catch up with me. “There’s an animal part of me that chafes against any kind of submission. I’m an alpha, and I don’t like to submit. But there’s another part of me, a part that can override that instinct. I don’t have to submit. And when I do override it, and when I put the connection I’m trying to make with the person I’m being intimate with higher than that instinct, that’s when something truly magical happens. That’s when it gets deeper for me. I told you, the break, when you let someone else take care of you—”
“I can’t,” I said.
“You haven’t even ever tried is what it seems like to me.”
I walked even faster.
“I’m just saying that if you never learn to override these instincts, you’re never in control of yourself,” he said. “What kind of alpha and pack leader can you really be if you’re a slave to your own animalistic nature?”
I strode even faster, but that burrowed into me like a worrisome dart, going all the way to the center of me. It pierced me, deep inside, a terror that twined with a terror that was already there.
I was out of control.
The omega made me out of control.
But he was wrong, because I was trying as hard as I could to fight my instincts, and I could not do it. The only relief I got was from giving in. It was a brief relief, and it didn’t last, but I needed to dominate them all.
Why couldn’t they just submit to me?
Everything would be fine if they’d just accept the natural order of things.
nikolai
I STORMED OUT of the castle, leaving both the princes behind. When I got behind the wheel of a car, the paparazzi followed me.
That was odd.
They usually didn’t pay me any mind. We’d had issues with them before, when Aurelie and I had driven away, but she was the princess now, after all, so that had made sense.
As the days wore on, there were more and more of them snapping pictures of me, camped out around the hotel in Koch where I took a room.
Then the article came out and I knew why.
Corentin was holed up with Aurelie in some penthouse suite in another Koch hotel. One night, before the article, I went to visit them. Aurelie and I were in communication, even as I steadfastly ignored Johannes’s texts and calls.
I ended up staying the night there in their hotel. Corentin was on and off the phone the entire time, talking to people in his office. Aurelie said that he was in the middle of some intricate negotiation with the Banninos, and that he was determined to fix the problem, that Dmitri wouldn’t have to do anything at all.
But then, somehow, very quickly, all three of us ended up naked and in the big king-sized bed in the suite. It seemed natural and easy, and I liked it. I got to put my hands and mouth all over both of them—Corentin and Aurelie.
He was shy about it, saying he wasn’t sure about sharing her, but also touching my face, grinning at me, saying that he liked me, that I was different than the princes.
We seemed to mesh nicely, the three of us, and she was eager and happy. She liked watching me on him and him on me. She rubbed her own clit to a quick and explosive orgasm while I sucked his cock—he had a very nice cock, not just because of his intriguing tattoo. It curved a little so that when he was erect, it pointed right at his own tiny, dark happy trail on his gloriously flat stomach. She rewarded me for it by eagerly popping me into her mouth directly after and then Corentin and I both praised her as she used her wickedly sweet omega mouth to get me off, telling her how pretty she looked with her mouth full of alpha cock, telling her what a very good omega she was.
We knotted her at the same time. Me in her pussy, Corentin in her ass, standing up against a wall, holding her between us. Her small, sweet omega body pressed between our alpha bodies.
It was a certain kind of perfection.
I felt a small stab of guilt, I supposed, because this was supposed to be me and Johannes for the first time with the omega. I’d had plans with him, I’d wanted to share her with him. And to have done this without him, it struck me as a bit of a betrayal. But then, everything between Johannes and me was ashes in my mouth, so maybe I enjoyed betraying him. Maybe that was part of it in some strange way.
Anyway, then the article came out.
It was emblazoned on the tabloids too, grainy shots from far away, through the fogged-up windows of the backseat of the car where I’d knotted her the first time. Extracurriculars for the Princess on her Honeymoon, read the tabloids in huge letters, next to a picture of both of us locked together, her head thrown back as I put my mouth to her neck.
So, when I thought I’d been so clever losing the paparazzi?
Turned out I hadn’t been clever at all.
I must have been at least somewhat clever, because I couldn’t think that they wouldn’t have published pictures of me with the princess and a gun on men if they’d had them.
Sex sold, but sex and violence sold better.
So, I supposed we’d lost them for a time, and then they’d found us again. Once they had the money shot, they probably didn’t bother to follow us anymore, I guessed. (Or maybe there were photos of us and the Banninos somewhere. Maybe that was going to end up being a problem. Fuck everything.)
I saw it and called Aurelie, who was upset, nearly in tears, because she’d been reading the comments on the social media posts. There were memes about her, not-nice memes about omegas in general and her in particular, and she was getting called all sorts of names. Whore. Slut. Stuff like that.
“We have to go back to the castle,” I said to her over the phone. “They’re best equipped to handle this kind of stuff.” I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid and careless, really. I should have realized that they’d be relentless with her, that pictures of her away from her husband on her honeymoon would be their primary concern.
The paparazzi never tailed me when I was on my own. I’d been linked to Johannes several times in the press, pictures taken of him and me out at clubs dancing together or even making out, but no one had ever caught me on film with Dmitri, something he was adamant could never happen. When I did show up in the tabloids, no one paid me any mind. I was Johannes’s ‘guy pal’ or ‘boy toy,’ things like that.
Now, though, now that I’d put my penis in a princess, suddenly people cared.
They were digging into my past, and it was only a matter of time until something untoward came up. Most of the things that Sector Unius had used me for were well buried, at least I hoped so. But until this point, no one had known my name or that I was a commoner alpha. All of that had changed.
Corentin had been paying off paparazzi to keep the fact that he and Aurelie were in this hotel out of the papers, but now that she was caught in infidelity and that was everywhere, the price would go up, and he wouldn’t be able to pay it.
“Tomorrow, the pictures will be of you and Corentin,” I said. “It won’t take them long to find out he’s your childhood sweetheart or whatever.”
“But why do they hate me so much?” she said, her voice broken. “Why are they so mean?”
“It’s not about you,” I said. “They don’t see you as a person. They see you as a position. You’re a princess. They envy you, and you have more than them, so it’s enjoyable to take you down a peg. You’re their punching bag.”
“But I didn’t do anything—”
“I order you to stop reading those fucking comments, omega,” I said. “And I’m going to get a car sent for you. Corentin, too.”
“I can’t stop reading the comments,” she said, miserable. “It’s better to know, right?”
“No,” I said. “It’s not. Those people do not matter.”
“All people matter.”
“Sure, okay, but when are you actually going to have a conversation with those trolls? Do you need their acceptance and love? No, the only acceptance and love you need is of the people in your life, and you have it, from all of us, in spades. We adore you, Aurelie. You’re none of the things they’re saying about you.”
She sighed heavily. “When is the car coming?”
“So, you agree? Back to the castle?”
“I feel like Dmitri is going to be able to fix this,” she said. “Besides, I miss him.”
He wouldn’t be able to fix anything.
But maybe I missed him, too.
And maybe there was something about his presence, something steadying and strong. Maybe I’d spent too much time thinking of him as my rescuer.
Whatever the case, I was glad we’d see him again.
aurelie
I DIDN’T WANT to leave the penthouse where I’d been with Corentin for the past two days, because everything had been so easy there.
Corentin and I had settled into each other in the way that we always did. With someone I’d known so long, I felt safe in a way that I couldn’t quite explain. He’d seen me in so many strange, awkward, and embarrassing phases of my life, and loved me through all of them. I trusted him to keep loving me, no matter what. There was delicious power in that.
And then Nikolai came over, and I was so happy to see him, and we ended up all having sex, which I hadn’t thought would happen. I hadn’t thought that Corentin would be down for it, except he had narrated to me the sexy threesome he’d had with Dmitri and Johannes, which had me incredibly slick and begging for him to knot me in the wake of it, so he was opening up to the possibilities of all of it, I could tell.
I asked him afterward, how he’d felt about it, about me, him, and Nikolai together, if it had made him feel any of the things he was worried about, and he’d kissed me just below my earlobe and growled into my ear, “You are incredibly sharable, my love.”
I shivered every time I thought about that.
It was what I wanted, to be shared.
It was what I existed for, I thought. To be in the center of my alphas and to be both possessed and given at the same time. To be their omega—each of their omegas—and for each of them to give their omega to each other.
When they both knotted me at the same time, and I was full—two knots at once—I never felt anything like that soaring feeling of perfection and goodness. It was what I’d wanted all along. Even my wedding night with Dmitri, as hot and wonderful as it had been, hadn’t allowed me to experience something so nice as being with two men at once like that.
So, I didn’t want to leave, because I knew when we went back to the castle, everything would be difficult again.
At the same time, I missed Dmitri like the lost part of myself. My bond ached sometimes, at odd moments, in the middle of the day, and I had taken to rubbing it, hard, trying to ease whatever the stinging feeling was there. I had been working up the courage to ask Corentin if he’d lick it, but I didn’t want to, because—for one thing—he wanted to bite me, and I’d shied away from it.
The urge to ask for bites had welled up in me while the three of us were connected, in the afterglow after sex (which had been fantastic. There was nothing like being full of two alphas knots after they’d both sated themselves deep inside my body.) and I’d known that if I’d given it voice, they’d both have done it, but…
I hadn’t asked.
Corentin had brought it up only three times, and I’d said not yet three times.
I couldn’t even explain why it wasn’t the right time, but it wasn’t.
It was something about Dmitri, and I knew that. However, I was frightened that my connection with Dmitri was going to bring me an equal amount of misery as it was love. I was frightened about everything.
Maybe that was why those awful stories and memes about me hit so hard.
I had to admit that it didn’t look good. To the outside world, I’d gotten married to a prince in a fairytale wedding and then immediately run off and had sex with another man. I looked like a horrible person. It made sense that they would spew vitriol all over social media about me.
Except I was an omega. I needed more than one alpha.
Nikolai told me he was sending a car for us, and I relayed this to Corentin, who was still intermittently on the phone with people from his company. He acquiesced to the idea easily enough, though, and I knew it was because he missed Dmitri, too.
The night that he’d narrated his threesome with Dmitri to me, he’d knotted me when I begged him to, but we’d spend the entire sexual experience whispering things about Dmitri back and forth, things about the power of his scent and the size of his thick cock and the way it felt to call him alpha. We’d come together, but we’d both been thinking about Dmitri when we came. In some ways, even though that had just been me and Corentin having sex, it had been a threesome, too.
However, when we got back to the castle, I was ushered off to my own room, separated from Corentin, who was taken off somewhere else, and when I asked to see Dmitri or anyone else, I was told it was best if I stayed put.
So, I saw the press conference he gave when it was livestreamed, but I didn’t see him in person.
He was flanked by Johannes, the two of them coiffed and in navy suits with impeccable ties, both of them tall and strong and handsome as they addressed the array of microphones.
“I’m a very busy man,” said Dmitri into the microphones, “and omegas have needs. As an alpha, I fulfill my omega’s needs, even if I can’t do it personally. There’s no betrayal here. It’s as if the entire country has forgotten the way packs work.”
Reporters asked if the man was part of the royal pack.
“Yes, he is my long-time lover, Nikolai Wolff,” said Dmitri. “He’s been part of the courtship of the princess. He’s always been slated to be one of her alphas. It’s a sanctioned pairing. She’s done nothing wrong.”
People asked if Johannes was part of the pack.
“I am,” said Johannes.
People asked if he was fucking me.
“That’s not really anyone’s business,” said Johannes, giving the camera a sly little grin. “But yes.”
People asked if Dmitri was really fine letting his wife sleep with other men.
Dmitri said, “I’ve bitten my omega, and we have a life bond. Her happiness and safety are now my highest priority. I will do anything for her, whatever she needs. And I have to say that I take a dim view of anyone who attacks her. If you harm my omega, then you and I are enemies. I’m not pleased with the way these stories are unfolding in the press. It’s hard not to view them as attacks. I cannot tolerate this. The press needs to police itself. Do better. That’s all I have to say on this topic.”
It was everything I could have wanted from him.
He had defended me, offered to protect me, said all the right things.
But when I insisted I had to see him, I was told, point blank, that Prince Dmitri had said he would not see me at this time.
This crushed me.
I called Corentin. He said that he was leaving the castle for some business, that he had some deal he was working on to silence the Banninos, and that he thought the press conference had gone well. I told him that Dmitri wouldn’t see me, and he said, “Sounds like fucking Dmitri.”
“True,” I said.
“Do you want me to stay, my love? Say the word, and I’ll blow all this off. The Banninos can go fuck themselves.”
“No,” I said. “You have to do what you have to do.” I shouldn’t need Corentin, not when I had three other alphas.
Dmitri was out. Should I go to Johannes or Nikolai?
Truth was, I probably needed to be figuring out some way to help the two of them mend whatever the breach was in their relationship. I was the omega. I was supposed to bring them all together, right?
I went looking for Ilse instead.
A servant took me to her, out in the gardens, sitting under a flowing willow tree at a pretty delicately-wrought metal table with chairs to match. The chairs looked like tangles of flowers, growing for the sun. She wasn’t alone.
Cole, the King’s omega, stood up when he saw me, his face wreathed in a big smile. “Oh, Aurelie, I’m so happy to see you.” He reached out to shake my hand.
I put my hand in his, embarrassed.
He put his other hand around my hand, clasping my hand with two of his. “I’m so very sorry you’re going through this. Sit down, won’t you?”
I sat. “I didn’t mean to intrude on the two of you,” I said, looking back and forth between Ilse and Cole. I’d been looking for some girl talk, honestly. I’d missed Ilse. It had just been me and a bunch of men, all of them snipping at each other, for days now.
“It’s fine,” said Ilse. “We’re bored of each other, really. We talk all the time. Nothing to say to each other anymore.”
Cole laughed, smiling at her with an affection that made my heart feel a little tender. “It’s true. We’ve been talking about you all morning.”
I covered my face with both of my hands and groaned.
“I’m sorry,” said Cole, still laughing. “But I have to say that it’s nice to have someone else for the press to chew up besides me for a change.”
That was true. Cole was the first male omega in Valhn since sometime in the 1500s, and that king and his omega consort had apparently been burned at the stake as witches or something. Cole had borne the brunt of all sorts of abuse. The populace was very uncomfortable with a homosexual relationship as the main royal couple, but they made it about other things. They claimed they were worried because Cole couldn’t birth an heir, not that succession even worked like that. They were very upset when Ilse was connected to Cole, saying that she would steal Cole away from the king. It was all awful. I’d seen the stories on social media and in the news. “I suppose I hadn’t quite understood how difficult it’s been for you,” I said to them both. “I didn’t get it, not until it was me. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s part of being royal,” said Ilse with a shrug. “The only thing worse than them talking about you is when they’re ignoring you.”
“Oh, speak for yourself,” said Cole. “I like being ignored.”
“I’ve been worried about you, Aurelie,” said Ilse. “You clearly didn’t take my advice. You ran off with that Corentin person?”
“No, I didn’t run off with him,” I said. I considered. “Well, anyway, it was with the understanding that it was just a break. Dmitri… he’s…” I slumped down in my chair and rested my head against the back of it as I stared at the sky. How did I explain Dmitri?
“Oh, you silly, silly omega,” said Ilse. “I already explained this to you, didn’t I? Cole, maybe you can shake some sense into her.”
“Me?” said Cole.
“Yes,” said Ilse, reaching across the table for him fondly.
He reached out for her and they entwined their fingers.
“Explain to her, sweet boy, about how the omega is in charge of a pack.”
He laughed softly. “Oh, no, alpha, that’s not even remotely true.”
“It is,” she said. She nodded at me. “Aurelie, when you first came here, you were worried that Dmitri wouldn’t let you have other alphas at all. And now, where are we? He’s quite amenable, isn’t he?”
“Well, sort of,” I said. “Except, I don’t know, everything has to be on his terms. He wants to dictate everything, and the biggest problem is that all of us—the other members of the pack—get really turned on when he orders us around. But we also don’t like being ordered around. And he’s being unreasonable about everything. He’s trying to force us to follow some schedule he cooked up and when we’re all in bed together, he’s, like, directing everything—”
“Oh, really?” said Cole with a laugh, waggling his eyebrows.
I blushed. “Okay, that’s… not necessarily a bad thing. But I can’t help but feel, I don’t know, imprisoned. Like I’m never going to be free, and he’s going to control everything forever.”
“But you’re ignoring how much progress you’ve already made with him,” said Ilse. “He gave you all the alphas you’ve asked for. He’s willing to let them bite you, right? He even seems to be all right with Corentin, isn’t he?”
“I mean…” I squirmed. “Yes, okay. He is changing his mind.” I sighed. “I guess he does this thing where he makes it like he didn’t change his mind, like it was his idea all along, and—”
“He’s an alpha,” said Cole. “Of course he can’t acknowledge that he’s being influenced by someone else.”
I tilted my head. “You’re saying it’s about manipulation, then. I don’t overtly challenge him, but I subtly make him do what I want him to do?”
“Yes,” said Ilse. “It’s what omegas do. Alphas like it, even if they claim they don’t.” She lifted Cole’s hand and kissed his knuckles.
“I don’t do that,” said Cole, looking at her sidelong.
She snorted, letting go of his hand. “Baby, you do it all the time.”
He looked at her. “This is what you think of me, love, that I’m manipulative?”
“Oh, no, she said that word. I didn’t say anything about manipulation.”
“But you didn’t disagree,” he said. He crossed his arms over his chest, but he wasn’t angry, just thoughtful. “I think it’s a particularly alpha way to look at things.” He gave me a look. “You know how it is, with alphas, everything’s about hierarchy and domination and who ranks higher than whom, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about any of that.”
I nodded. “No, me either. I just want them to be happy and confident. If they need to feel like they have some dominance for that, fine. But I don’t care about any of it.”
“That’s why, I guess, sometimes, you do sort of play the game with them?” Cole tapped his chin. “They live in this artificial world with all these dominance rules that don’t even matter, that aren’t even real, if you know what I mean. They’re making it up.”
I shook my head. “Dmitri’s dominance is real. He orders me to do things, and it’s hard to resist. Sometimes, it seems impossible.”
“Really?” said Cole.
“Is it not like that for you?” Now, I was worried.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Are you talking about in bed?”
“Not just in bed,” I said. “We were having an argument, before I ‘ran off’ and he ordered me to sit down, and I didn’t want to, but I just did it. Like he had taken fucking control of me, and I don’t like it. I feel conflicted, because in some ways, I like submitting to him and that feels really good and natural, and in other ways, I feel like I shouldn’t submit to him, and I’m afraid of what he’s going to make me do.”
“You don’t trust him,” said Cole.
“Of course I do!” I said immediately. And then I thought about it. My chin ducked down. “Oh, fuck, I don’t trust him.”
“It is a very new relationship,” said Cole. “Trust takes time. It might make sense that you need time to form that trust with him. And it’s true that he has a sort of reputation for being…”
“A jackass,” supplied Ilse.
Cole inclined his head.
“He’s not really a jackass,” I said.
“Well, that’s good,” said Cole, nodding. “That’s very good. The Queen of Angleford, I spoke to her once at a function. She’s an omega, you know. An omega queen, hardly a common thing. Her first alpha, the one who passed away, she told me he was a tyrant. He was so angry that they would not crown him king and that she was ranked higher than him, that he punished her for it. I think she was miserable for a number of years. There are alphas like that, after all. Being an alpha, it is power in certain ways, and people can be corrupted by power. They can get twisted on it. If you think Dmitri is that way, I don’t know if I can help.”
I bit down on my lower lip. “He’s not.”
“You have other alphas,” said Ilse. “You need their bites. If you have their bites, you have their power also. It will balance things.”
“But that’s it, then?” I said. “I just have to pit them against each other. This is my new life? It’s strife and conflict and them fighting over me forever and ever? It’s all of us against Dmitri? That’s not the life I want.”
“Well, if you think he’d listen, I’d tell him that,” said Cole. “Despite what Ilse thinks, I don’t employ manipulation with my alphas. I just talk to them.”
Ilse snorted. “Yes, sure, it’s all communication. As if, when you come to me, and you tell me that you’re unhappy, you don’t know that I’ll move heaven and earth to please you?”
Cole just smiled. “Well, if you can leverage the better nature of an alpha, by all means, do so.” He turned back to Ilse, smiling at her. “I don’t ask for unreasonable things, do I, alpha?”
“No, never,” she crooned. “You’re my omega, and you can’t want wrong things.”
Cole shot me a look. It might have been termed conspiratorial.
I sat back in my chair and surveyed them both.
Back when Ilse had told me her theory, that I should weaponize my happiness to control Dmitri, it had seemed wrong in some way. But that was when I thought Dmitri was going to play fair. And he wasn’t playing fair at all. He was weaponizing his natural dominance against me, against my other alphas, and he was using it to his advantage—to get whatever he wanted.
If I would use my status as an omega in service of the goodness of the whole pack, well, maybe it wasn’t even remotely wrong. Maybe it was actually what I was meant to do.