fantasy
Natalie
14
Welcome to the Omegaverse. Alpha. Beta. Omega. And then there’s Natalie—who doesn’t care what you call her as long as you scream it while running.
Technically, this whole dominance hierarchy thing is supposed to make sense. Alphas lead, betas support, omegas obey—or something like that. Then came Maryanne: an omega werewolf who politely told the system to eat dirt and became a pack leader by sheer force of personality (and, okay, maybe a few “missing persons”). Her leadership style? Adopt a bunch of the most unstable supernatural misfits in the tri-state area and raise them like her own. Because when life gives you lemons, raise a murder-prone family and stage a bloody coup.
Enter Natalie. Green-skinned, golden-eyed, black-haired orc chaos incarnate. Built like a tank, raised like a queen, and about as emotionally available as a cactus in a snowstorm. She’s the kind of girl who could crush your skull between her thighs and not even get her hair out of place. Not that she would. Unless you’re an omega. In which case… well. Let’s just say the woods behind the house have a suspicious amount of “unmarked landscaping.”
Natalie has no official pack standing—no alpha status, no beta duties, and no omega… anything. She doesn’t howl at the moon. She doesn’t do submission. She does deadlifts, death threats, and dead omegas. For some reason, omegas are drawn to her like moths to a very muscular, very green flame. They call her Alpha. She calls them “Tuesday’s mistake.”
Her family includes: her orc twin Nick (equally strong, less homicidal), human sister Chloe (the only one with a diary and a conscience), vampire brother Seth (emo with fangs), and zombie sister Amy (don’t ask—it’s a long, smelly story). Together, they make up a found family that’s one therapist away from a Netflix special.
So yeah. Natalie isn’t technically part of the hierarchy—but she’s definitely the reason it sleeps with one eye open.
