Bearly Saving His Omega: MM Alpha Omega Fated Mates Mpreg Shifter

By Akita StarFire

Inheriting the bear clan from his father, Brandon must strive to bring peace to the valley. Having been chased out of their native land, the bear clan corralled every animal in their territory in an attempt to starve out the hated were-wolves.

With the brutal war at a fevered pitch, Brandon must choose sides. Stand with his clan and watch the wolves burn. Or break from his clan and save the omegas.

But Brandon has a secret.

He met Jared, an omega wolf-pup, as a cub and they formed a life-long bond that couldn’t be broken.

Or so Brandon thought.

Can the were-bear leader overcome his pack’s hatred for the wolves to save his omega? Or, will he be too late?

What Brandon didn’t know, was that Jared harbored his own secret.

This 16k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Jul 30, 2018

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Chapter 1

All were-wolves should be eradicated from the valley. One were-bear stated to his clan with a raised, clenched fist.

The clan roared its approval as the speaker smiled.

Yeah, they steal all our food that we've gathered. They're nothing more than beggars and thieves. A big, golden bear stood, his eyes blazing. I've got a mate and five cubs to support.

My great-grand alpha father settled here and these stupid beasts attempted to drive him from his land. It was he who gathered all the elk, buffalo, moose and deer up in pens to prevent their access to it. A deep, honey-hued bear shouted, shaking with anger, as the bonfire sent sparks up to the stars.

Yeah! The bear clan shouted in agreement. All but one.

Brandon, the alpha of the clan, stood with his arms folded across his broad chest, listening to the hate that spewed from his clan's mouths.

They have declined over the years through our efforts to destroy every single were-wolf. In the old days, they were as numerous and as pesky as mosquitoes in summer. An old bear stood up as the others fell silent.

Of all the bears in the clan, he had lived the longest. It was said when he was a mere cub, he was raised in this valley from the first settlers. He'd seen first-hand how these savage were-wolves had made war with the peaceful settlers.

I say we go hunting for every single were-wolf and make pelts out of their hides. They've killed too many were-bears and are nothing more than barbarians. The elder said, his words greeted with cheers of approval.

All they do is cause mischief. Yelled a young teenager who wanted action.

Brandon sighed as he strode forward into the light of the bonfire. Everyone fell silent, waiting for him to speak.

Instead of shouting, we need to guard our animals and food for the night. He said. I'll take the first watch.

They separated as they talked amongst themselves. Each going to their cabin with their omegas waiting for them. Only alphas could speak at these meetings

The old bear limped up to him.

When are we going on another hunt? Your father always loved hunting were-wolves in the fall. He was a mighty hunter and killed many of these mangy rogues. The old one said with a slight smile on his lips.

Yes, he did. Brandon acknowledged, nodding his head.

You've been the leader for two months now. You may be young, but you have done much for our clan in that time. He said. However, the young-lings are getting restless. They want blood.

I hope to do much more for the clan's benefit. Brandon said, looking up at the stars. The last thing he wanted was to have blood on his paws.

Think about it.

Brandon watched the old bear toddle off to his cabin where he lived with his two omegas. He turned and strode toward the corrals where the animals were kept.

It was a peaceful night, full of beauty and wonder, but it eluded him. There were so many things screaming in his mind, demanding his attention. He just needed to be alone. To contemplate these thoughts.

Foremost were the were-wolves demanding his attention. He didn't feel the same way about these creatures as the others did. He said nothing, because he knew he'd be scorned and maybe even kicked from the pack. Or worse.

His mind wandered back to when he was a cub out exploring alone. He'd slipped away from the clan and was pretending to be on a great hunt like his forefathers as he stalked a rabbit through the forest.

He heard a sound and turned, fully expecting to see an adult coming to scold him from wandering away from the safety of the camp. To his surprise, though, it was a wolf cub.

The two cubs stared at each other for several, long minutes. Cautiously, they greeted each other and soon began talking about hunting and other things.

They spent the whole day talking and hunting what turned out to be grasshoppers and butterflies. The rabbit had slipped away, but they didn't care, they were just having fun.

The pup showed him some things and told him about his people and how they lived. Fascinated, Brandon listened intently, asking more questions than the pup had time to answer. Everything the were-wolf pup told him was completely different from what his elders had told him around the campfire.

The pup wanted to know about his culture, and he gladly explained it to him. They laughed, made jokes and told scary stories until they noticed the shadows creeping through the trees.

Knowing they both needed to go back to their respective packs, they made a pact to meet again the next day, if possible.

The days