I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 128: CP: Back Again At Wolf Tribe

Three Days Later — Wolf Territory Border

The forest hadn’t changed.

Same massive pines, same silver-barked trees, same scent of pine and frost and the wild musk of wolves. Alex stood at the edge of the territory, and felt the weight of four years pressing against his chest.

The wolves would know.

They’d feel it through the scent if any of them were still linked to Alex’s presence. They’d sense the party approaching—three mates, six snakelings, a dragon, an eagle, a bear, and a human teenager who’d never seen anything like this before.

Sally was trying very hard to look calm and mostly failing.

"This is SO COOL," she whispered, eyes huge as she took in the forest. "It’s like something out of a movie or my novels where female lead goes to Alpha’s den to convince—"

" Sally,"

"Stay close," Alex said automatically. "Don’t wander. Don’t touch anything without asking. If a wolf approaches, don’t run."

"I know the rules," Sally said. "We went over god knows how many times."

[Host,] System said gently. [They already know you’re here. The border patrol would have scented you miles ago. The only question is how they choose to respond.]

As if on cue, shadows moved between the trees.

Wolves—dozens of them—melting out of the forest with the silent grace of creatures who’d been watching and waiting. They formed a loose semicircle around the party, cutting off retreat without advancing to attack.

They looked fuller now, like it wasn’t slowly deserting anymore. The Essence Of Renewal seems to be working properly.

Sally grabbed Alex’s arm.

"It’s okay," he said, covering her hand with his own. "This is normal. They’re just... assessing."

"I know it’s normal," Sally whispered. "That doesn’t make it less terrifying. There are so MANY of them."

At least fifty wolves now, in various forms—some fully beast, some humanoid with ears and tails, all with eyes fixed on the newcomers.

Then the pack parted.

And Lucas walked through.

He looked... older. Not aged, exactly—wolves didn’t age like humans—but different. The weight of leadership had settled deeper into his shoulders. His silver-white hair was shorter now, practical, and there were new scars on his arms. But his pale blue eyes were the same, fixed on Alex with an intensity that made Alex’s breath catch.

Four years.

For Lucas, it had been four years since Alex left. Four years of waiting, of wondering, of watching the horizon for someone who might never return.

And now Alex was here.

With three mates.

Six children.

A dragon.

An eagle.

A bear.( Who was forced to wake up for the trip)

And a female who looks similar to him.

The absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on him.

Lucas stopped about ten feet away,

He was looking at Alex.

Not at Naga, who was the most visually imposing. Not at Drakar, whose mere presence had made the border wolves flinch back. Not at the six snakelings or the ocean sphere or the teenager from another dimension.

At Alex.

"You came back," he said. Not a question.

"I need to talk to you," Alex said.

Lucas’s gaze swept over the party—assessing, cataloging, processing. When his eyes landed on Sally, they narrowed slightly.

"Female," he observed. "Young. Not marked."

"She’s my sister," Alex said quickly. "Sally. She’s—"

"Family," Lucas interrupted. "She has scent like yours." His gaze returned to Alex. "You look different."

"Four years is a long time," Alex said carefully.

"For you," Lucas agreed. "For me, it was also four years. We’ve both changed."

The silence stretched, heavy with everything unsaid.

Then River, calm as always, lifted his head from Alex’s wrist and flicked his tongue toward Lucas.

"You smell like waiting," River observed.

Lucas blinked.

"Pardon?"

"You smell like waiting," River repeated, his voice soft but clear. "Like someone who’s been in the same place for a long time, watching the same direction. Uncle Granite smells like that when he thinks we’re asleep."

Sally made a strangled sound that might have been a laugh or a gasp of horror.

Lucas stared at the small snakeling for a long moment.

Then, unexpectedly, he laughed.

It wasn’t a happy laugh—more surprised than anything—but it broke something in the tension.

"Your child," he said to Alex. "Insightful."

"River," Alex said. "He’s the calm one. He notices things."

"Clearly." Lucas’s eyes softened slightly as he looked at the smallest snakeling. "He’s right, of course. I have been waiting. Not actively—a pack lord doesn’t have that luxury—but some part of me kept watching the border. Kept wondering if you’d come back."

"I didn’t mean to—"

"I know," Lucas interrupted. "You made your choice. I accepted it. That doesn’t mean I stopped... hoping. That’s not how hope works."

Alex felt something crack in his chest.

"Lucas—"

"Come," the wolf lord said, turning away before Alex could say more. "You didn’t travel all this way for a conversation at the border. We’ll talk properly. At the heart-lodge."

He began walking, not waiting for a response.

The pack parted around him, falling into escort formation.

And Alex’s family followed.

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The heart-lodge hadn’t changed.

Same carved wolf faces on the ancient tree trunk. Same central fire pit. Same feeling of being watched by ancestors who saw everything and forgave nothing.

Sally pressed close to Alex as they entered, her eyes wide as she took in the sacred space.

"This is... old," she whispered.

"Very old," Alex confirmed. "Generations of wolf history."

"And they’re okay with us being here?"

"They invited us."

Sally nodded, but she didn’t relax.

Lucas had already settled onto the raised platform at the lodge’s center, flanked by wolves Alex recognized—Storm, Ash, Fang, Blade. All older now, all carrying new scars, but essentially the same.

The elder wolves were there too, arranged in their semicircle, watching the newcomers with ancient, knowing eyes.

"State your purpose," Lucas said formally. "You bring a large party into wolf territory. Explain why."

Alex stepped forward, River still coiled around his wrist, Ripple pressed against his side.

"We’re building a sanctuary," he said. "On the neutral land between wolf, bear, serpent, and lion territories. The Curse lands."

Murmurs rippled through the assembled wolves.

"The Curse lands have been empty for generations," one elder said. "No one claims them because claiming them means war."

"That’s why we’re building a sanctuary," Alex said. "Not claiming for one tribe—creating a place for all tribes. A neutral ground where anyone can find safety. Wolves, bears, serpents, lions. Anyone."

"Why?" Storm asked bluntly. "What’s in it for you?"

"A home," Alex said simply. "Somewhere permanent for my family. Somewhere my children can grow up without being guests in someone else’s territory."

He gestured to his children—Jade standing tall near Naga, Ripple pressed close, Siddy somehow balanced on a high beam despite having been told not to climb, Sterling investigating the lodge’s carved walls, Onyx already half-asleep in a warm spot, River calm and observant as always.

"I have six children," Alex said. "They deserve a place that’s theirs. And if that place can also serve as neutral ground for anyone who needs it—wolves with nowhere else to go, exiles from other tribes, travelers seeking shelter—then that’s what we’ll build."

The elder wolves exchanged glances.

Lucas studied Alex with those pale, unreadable eyes.

"You’re asking for wolf blessing," he said. "For permission to build on land that touches our territory."

"Yes."

"And what do we get in return?"

"Access," Alex said. "Any wolf who needs sanctuary is welcome. Safe passage through our lands. A place to meet with other tribes without political pressure. And—" He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "—a connection to the other territories. Wolves, bears, serpents, lions, all with a stake in protecting the same place. That’s worth something."

"It’s worth a lot," one elder murmured.

"It’s worth peace," another agreed.

Lucas was quiet for a long moment.

Then he looked at Sally.

"And the female? Why is she here?"

"My name is Sally," Sally said, stepping forward before Alex could stop her. "I’m Alex’s sister. I chose to come. I’m sixteen, which is practically an adult in Earth years, and definitely an adult in ’making my own decisions’ years."

Lucas’s eyebrow rose slightly.

"Earth years," he repeated.

"Where I’m from. It’s complicated."

"I’m sure it is." Lucas studied her with the same intensity he’d given Alex. "You’re brave, coming here. Or foolish."

"Both," Sally agreed cheerfully. "That’s kind of our family brand."