I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 55: CP: Wolf’s Confession

The celebration lasted through the afternoon—

wolves dancing in both forms, food appearing from every den, Moss leading ancient songs that hadn’t been sung in generations. The Essence of Renewal sat in its place of honor at the heart-lodge entrance, already beginning to work its magic—a subtle warmth spreading through the territory, promising spring after the longest winter.

But Alex felt the clock ticking.

[ Host, We’re done here. Let’s go to another place. Don’t forget your running on time limit here. ]

" I know. " Alex replied.

They’d done what they came for. Stayed the promised time. Proven themselves. Got the stone.

Now they needed to leave before anything complicated that simple truth.

As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, Alex found Naga and Leo near the edge of the celebration—both watching the festivities with the wariness of predators who knew better than to let their guard down completely.

"We should pack," Alex said quietly. "Leave at first light tomorrow. Maybe earlier if we can manage it without causing offense."

"Agreed," Naga said immediately. "We’ve pushed our luck far enough. The moment they realize what they gave up for what they gained—"

"They won’t regret it," Leo interrupted. "You saw their faces. That Essence is already changing things. But you’re right—we shouldn’t overstay. We got what we came for."

They slipped away from the celebration as the light faded—back to their borrowed den, back to the familiar comfort of their small, temporary nest.

They have a whole lot of things to pack and prep.

"I’ll miss this place," Alex admitted, running a hand over the carved bedframe. "Not the pack, not the politics, but... the quiet. The snow. The way the forest felt at dawn."

"We’ll find other quiet places," Naga promised, coiling around him gently. "Safer places. Places where you’re not performing miracles to earn the right to exist."

"Places with better food," Leo added, trying to lighten the mood. "No offense to Moss, but I’m ready for something that isn’t mystery stew."

Alex laughed—soft, tired.

They settled into the nest one last time—three bodies finding their familiar positions, heat and comfort and safety wrapped around each other like armor against the world.

Outside, the celebration continued.

*****

The knock came at dawn.

Soft, respectful, but insistent.

Alex groaned—Naga’s coils tightened protectively, Leo’s ears swiveled toward the door.

"Who—" Leo started.

"It’s Lucas," the voice came through the wood. "May I speak with you? Just... for a moment."

Alex exchanged glances with his mates.

Naga’s expression said absolutely not.

Leo’s said this is a bad idea.

Alex’s said let’s get this over with.

He extricated himself from the nest—pulled on the gray tunic, ran fingers through sleep-mussed hair—and opened the door just wide enough to slip outside.

Lucas stood on the path, backlit by orange dawn light filtering through the pines. He’d shifted to full humanoid form—tall and lean, silver-white hair loose around his shoulders, pale blue eyes tired but clear. He wore simple clothes—warm fluffy furs coat and soft waist skirt—and carried nothing but the weight of what he’d come to say.

"We’re leaving this morning," Alex said before Lucas could speak.

"As soon as we finish packing. We’ve fulfilled our agreement. The Essence is yours. The Silver Fang is mine. We’re even."

"I know," Lucas said quietly. "I’m not here to stop you."

Silence stretched between them—awkward, charged with something Alex didn’t want to name.

Lucas took a slow breath.

"I came to ask you to stay."

Alex’s heart sank.

"Lucas—"

"Not as a guest," Lucas continued quickly.

"Not as a bearer performing miracles for the pack’s survival. As... as my mate. As part of this pack. Permanently."

The words hung in the cold morning air like frost.

Alex stared at him—incredulous, exhausted, suddenly furious in a way he hadn’t expected.

"Are you serious?"

Lucas met his eyes steadily. "Completely."

"I’ve been here six days," Alex said, voice rising despite his attempt to stay calm. "Six days of proving myself, performing, being tested and judged and—and you think that’s enough to—"

He fell in love with me in six days? Couples from my world don’t even hold hands in such a short span. Alex thought.

[ Of course. Unlike you, a human from the earth. Beastmen here don’t know stages of love. If they like you even just a little bit, they will immediately start courting. ]

[ And the worst part is that, once they choose a partner for themselves, they’ll put their life on the line to impress them. ]

[Look at your mates for example. ]

Alex: { ◉ᯅ◉ }

" What? they go to such extreme? " Alex screamed in his head.

[ Yes. Utter devotion is an understatement in this world. That’s why make your choices and be harse on it, host. Don’t hold back. ]

System casually swing its tail and answered.

"I know it sounds insane," Lucas interrupted and brought Alex out of his thoughts. "I know the timing is impossible. But I’ve watched you, Alex."

" I’ve seen how you move through the world. How you care for your mates. How you faced down an entire pack of skeptical wolves with nothing but honesty and courage. How you gave us hope when we had none."

He stepped closer—not threatening, just... earnest.

"You’re carrying life," he continued. "Building a family. And you’re doing it with strength and grace I’ve never seen. The pack sees it too. They adore you already. The elders speak of you like you’re blessed by the ancestors themselves."

"I’m pregnant," Alex said flatly. "With someone else’s children. Two someone elses, in fact. Who are right inside that den and would probably kill you if they heard this conversation."

"I know," Lucas said. "I’m not asking you to abandon them. I’m asking you to... to consider that maybe there’s room for more. That maybe—"

"No."

The word came out harder than Alex intended.

But he gotta do what he gotta do. He can’t make someone wait and suffer for the rest of his life.

Lucas flinched.

"No," Alex repeated, softer but no less firm.

"I’m not interested in being collected like some rare prize. I’m not interested in being the solution to your pack’s problems. And I’m definitely not interested in staying in a place where my value is measured by what I can produce or provide."

"That’s not—"

"Isn’t it?" Alex challenged. "Six days ago, you barely tolerated my presence. You let your second threaten me. You made it clear I was an inconvenience at best, a potential danger at worst.

" And now, because I proved useful, because I gave you what you needed, suddenly I’m mate material?"

Lucas’s jaw tightened. "It’s not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

"It’s..." Lucas struggled for words. "It’s watching you eat breakfast with Copper and realizing I haven’t heard laughter in my den in three years. It’s seeing you negotiate with Moss like an equal and remembering what it feels like to respect someone without reservation. It’s watching you curl up in that nest with your mates and thinking... that. I want that. The warmth. The partnership. The way you all fit together like pieces of something whole."

He ran a hand through his hair—frustrated, vulnerable.

"I’m not asking because you’re useful," he said quietly. "I’m asking because for the first time in years, I looked at someone and felt alive instead of just... enduring."

Alex felt something soften in his chest—just slightly.

He understood loneliness. He understood the desperate hope that came with finding someone who made the weight bearable.

But he also understood something Lucas clearly didn’t.

"I appreciate the honesty," Alex said gently.

"I do. And I’m sorry you’ve been lonely. I’m sorry your pack has suffered. But I can’t be your solution. I’m a wanderer who follows journey and has a mission to complete. I can’t be your mate and stay here with you. "

Lucas’s shoulders sagged.

"I had to try," he said. "I had to... I couldn’t let you leave without knowing—"

"I know," Alex interrupted. "And now I do. But my answer is still no."

Behind them, the den door creaked open.

Leo stepped out—fully shifted to humanoid, snow-white hair wild, golden eyes fixed on Lucas with the kind of lethal focus that made apex predators rethink their life choices.

"Is there a problem?" Leo asked, voice deceptively calm.

"No," Alex said quickly. "Lucas was just leaving."

Lucas looked at Leo—then back at Alex.

For a moment, something like regret flickered across his face.

Then he nodded once—sharp, final.

"Safe travels," he said. "All of you. The pack won’t forget what you’ve done for us."

He turned back to Alex. Expression softening up a little bit. " And I’ll wait for you.... until you come back to me. "

Alex was about to say no but Lucas was long gone—walked away—back toward the heart-lodge, back to his people, back to the weight he’d carry alone for a while longer.

Leo watched him go, expression turning from calm to fierce—then turned to Alex.

"Did he just_ ?"

Alex sighed. " Yes.To ask me to stay. To be his mate."

Leo’s eyes widened. "Are you kidding—"

"I said no," Alex interrupted. "Obviously. I’m not interested. I told him as much."

Leo studied him for a long moment—then relaxed slightly.

"Good," he said. "Because if you’d said yes, I was prepared to do something extremely violent and probably start a tribal war."

Alex laughed despite himself. "I noticed."

Naga appeared in the doorway—coils already half-shifted for combat, upper body tense.

"What happened?"

"Lucas proposed," Leo said flatly. "Alex declined. We’re leaving. Everything’s fine."

"Fine," Naga repeated skeptically. "Sure. Let’s pack faster."

They retreated into the den—moved with new urgency, shoving belongings into packs, dismantling the nest, erasing all evidence of their temporary residence.

Outside, the pack was beginning to wake—morning sounds filtering through the forest, smoke rising from dens, the scent of breakfast on cold air.