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The entire pack strongly opposed this choice and seemed to hold a lasting dislike for my mother. The oracle warned my father countless times that wolves and humans were not compatible, and they were proven right.
When my mother became pregnant, her body was small and weak, unable to provide sufficient nutrition for both herself and the wolf child growing inside her. Additionally, the act of carrying a wolf child as a human posed a serious threat to her life.
Despite facing numerous challenges, she successfully gave birth to me. However, it took a toll on her. Throughout her pregnancy and delivery, she endured severe internal injuries. Even after 19 years had passed, she remained weak and confined to bed rest due to frequent internal hemorrhages.
My father was a courageous soldier who never gave up. He made every effort to support and protect us from any challenges. He shielded me from feeling the shame and disappointment that often came with being a weak wolf, even weaker than the lowest-ranking omegas who struggled to shift properly.
However, I still sensed it: a weak wolf being privileged and living among the higher-ranked wolves created a lot of dislike and animosity toward me.
I was uncertain about my identity, as my mother was a human. Was I an alpha, a beta, or an omega? There was a human part within me, evident in my delicate yet substantial body. However, it lacked the strength to contain the wildness of my wolf. Furthermore, changes took place within me internally. My wolf appeared to develop its own distinct senses and emotions, separate from my own.
I gave my wolf the name Lexa. Lexa stood out among other wolves right from her early days. She possessed the ability to communicate and engage with me. At times, it felt as if she was a distinct being residing within me, influencing my actions. However, I would usually comply with her desires.
However, because of my physical frailty, I was unable to shift into my wolf form as I pleased. Also, I lacked complete control over my body. Ideally, it should have functioned as two entities with one spirit. However, my body felt more like two distinct species coexisting within the same vessel.
In reality, due to my father's decisions made decades ago, we were destined to be deemed outcasts and expelled from this group a while back.
But as mentioned earlier, due to my father's strength and strategic skills in warfare, they refrained from taking any action against us. Even though we resided among the elite society, I could always sense the intense dislike they harbored towards my mother and me through their glances.
Nevertheless, they were cautious not to openly display their hatred, likely because my father held a position of administration as an alpha. Otherwise, they would have degraded me to the status of an omega much earlier.
In this pack, the royal members, specifically the alpha and his associates, resided in the valley. The general betas, or the warriors, lived in the city center.
Lastly, there were the omegas who occupied the outskirts of the pack's territory. Many of them were laborers, and a few were scholars, but their social standing never improved. I always despised this social hierarchy.
My mother was frequently ill, and I can't claim that we were a very happy family. However, we might have been a content one.