The Forgotten Omega

My precious daughter Nathalia, our journey together, has been a tumultuous one; filled with unexpected twists and turns that have tested our strength and resilience. When I discovered that I was carrying you, my heart swelled with both joy and fear. Joy, because you were a precious life growing within me, and fear, because I knew the challenges we would face as a result.

Your father's pack, driven by archaic beliefs and traditions, rejected me when they learned that you, their future alpha, would be born as a female omega. It was a devastating blow, as I had hoped for their acceptance and support during this vulnerable time. But their narrow-mindedness and prejudice prevailed, leaving me to navigate this journey alone.

Despite the hardships we have faced, my only goal has always been to keep you safe from the dangers that surround us. I have fought tooth and nail to shield you from the harsh realities of a world that often fails to understand or accept those who are different. I have braved the judgmental glares, the whispered rumors, and the constant fear of being ostracized, all for the sake of protecting you.

I'm not sure if your father was aware of the rejection I faced, or if he chose to turn a blind eye to it. Regardless, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, Nathalia. I will be your unwavering pillar of support, your fierce protector, and your guiding light in the darkness.

Unfortunately, I am truly sorry that they have forced us to live in hiding due to the merciless policy towards rogues in this area. It breaks my heart that you, as a female omega, have been burdened with this life. I wish I could have returned to the pack with you to seek the answers we both yearned for, but unfortunately, we were not given that opportunity or choice.

Despite being considered a rogue, please know that my love for you knows no bounds and your worth surpasses anything they could ever comprehend. You are strong and resilient, and I am grateful to have you by my side. Let us continue to navigate this difficult path together and never forget that you are loved and valued.

I understand that you may be feeling frustrated or confused about why I haven't shared certain information with you. However, please know that my actions are motivated by a deep concern for your safety. As we have been on the run, it has been necessary for us to keep a low profile and avoid drawing attention to ourselves.

This includes not mentioning your father's name or pack, as I fear that this information could be used to track us down. Additionally, I want to assure you that I have taken steps to ensure that our situation is known to others who can help us. I have sent a letter to my parents' pack, the 'Arctic Paw Pack,' informing them of my pregnancy and the danger that we are in.

It pains me to think that I won't be there to witness your triumphs and offer my unwavering support. But please understand that my absence does not diminish the love and pride I feel for you. As you navigate through life, remember that you possess an incredible strength within you. You are capable of achieving greatness, and I have no doubt that you will surpass all expectations. Embrace your inner omega, for it is a force to be reckoned with.

Although I cannot physically guide you, know that my spirit will forever be intertwined with yours. I will be there in the gentle whispers of the wind, in the warmth of the sun's rays, and in the moments of quiet reflection. Seek solace in the knowledge that my love for you knows no bounds and transcends the limitations of the physical world. Harnessing your power may seem daunting, but trust in yourself and your abilities.

Embrace the challenges that come your way, for they are opportunities for growth and self-discovery. Remember that true strength lies not in the absence of fear, but in the courage to face it head-on. Mastering your power will require patience, perseverance, and a profound understanding of yourself.

Explore the depths of your being, uncover your passions, and nurture your talents. Allow yourself to make mistakes and learn from them, for it is through these experiences that you will truly come into your own. Though I may not be physically present, know that I am always watching over you, cheering you on from afar. I believe in you, my dear Nathalia, and I have faith that you will forge your own path and leave an indelible mark on the world.

So, as you read these words, remember that my love for you is eternal. Embrace the strength within you, and let it guide you towards a future filled with endless possibilities. You are capable of greatness, and I am honored to have been a part of your journey, even if only for a fleeting moment.

The clover birthmark on your left shoulder is not just a simple mark on your skin. It is a symbol of your unique ability, a gift that only a few possess. This ability allows you to do things that others cannot, to handle the earth and air in a way that is beyond the comprehension of most people. However, with great power comes great responsibility. If others were to discover your ability, they could potentially use it for their own selfish purposes.

They could manipulate you, control you, or even harm you in order to gain access to your gift. That is why it is crucial that you keep your birthmark hidden from the world. Only those who you trust completely should know about your ability.

Even then, you should be careful about how you use your gift, making sure that it is always for the greater good. Believe in yourself and your abilities. You have been given a special gift, and it is up to you to use it wisely. Remember that I have complete faith in you, and I know that you will make the right choices when the time comes.

Love always,

Mom

Looking around my room, I am immediately struck by the sight of the small bed that is neatly made up on the floor. It is a humble space where my mother and I had to huddle together to ward off the biting cold in this broken down hut. Holes riddle the roof, and cracked windows allow the elements to seep in.

I am filled with gratitude that my mother was able to discover this place for us, despite its crumbling condition and far location. However, as I eagerly expect her return from her tireless efforts to secure our next meal, a feeling of anxiety begins to go through me. The passing time only increases my worry, as she should have returned by now

The sensation in my stomach continues, refusing to leave, urging me to leave the safety of the cabin in search of my mother. While walking straight from the cabin door, I hear a cry. Without a moment's hesitation, I find myself sprinting towards the piercing sounds of her distress, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear an