Book cover of “Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love“ by Abigail Phillips

Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love

  • Genre: LGBTQ+
  • Status: Completed
  • Language: English
  • Author: Abigail Phillips
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Claudius has never had it easy when it comes to love and finding a mate. His first mate, the one destined for him, died tragically in his arms before he ever even learned his name. Heartbroken, he allowed himself to fall for someone else, only to face disappointment once again, leaving his heart in pieces. Time passed, and Claudius began to accept ... 
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Chapter 1 Never knew his name

Claudius's POV

It's been so hard trying to get back into training ever since I felt him die.

I just found him, I didn't even know his name. But as I heard his cry, I knew what he was to me... My mate.

....

I had just graduated training, only two weeks after my 18th birthday.

I was now considered a warrior, but I was entry-level. It was early in the morning, and we were out training before we took our first patrol shift of the day.

We ran the perimeter of our territory and came to a stop in a little clearing to do some mid-run exercises like we usually do, before heading to our stations.

It happened so fast, it was the first time I came face to face with rogues as a warrior.

There weren't many of them, and we quickly took them down.

But as one was dying, his painful cry made my blood run cold, and my head snapped in his direction.

I screamed to my team, as I ran as fast as I could. Desperately trying to get there before they killed him.

Thankfully they heard my pleas and stopped. Unfortunately, I realized it was too late as I slid to his side.

He was mangled. His left arm, everything below the elbow was gone. He had a gaping hole in his stomach which I could see since his shirt had risen up, exposing his stomach. I couldn't see the damage to his chest because of his shirt, but it was drenched in blood, and shredded, clawed to hell.

Somehow, through all the blood and pain he was still incredibly handsome. But I couldn't focus on it until much later. I was terrified I was going to lose him... No!... I knew I was losing him... I felt it.

Tears streamed down my face as I carefully scooped his head off the ground and pulled him against me.

I begged, pleaded for him to hold on, and not to die on me. His beautiful green eyes looked at me with tears rolling down his face. I don't know how, but somehow I could see that he actually wanted me. I could almost feel it as he looked at me while he was dying.

It was quiet, no one said a word, not even the birds. The only sound you could hear was him struggling to breathe, and my ugly cry as I held my mate, and begged him not to leave me. I begged him to stay, even though I knew he wouldn't.

I just found him, and I listened and watched as he took his last breath.

By the time I first touched him, his life was already leaving him. The tingles were barely there. They were so faint, I wished them to be stronger. I wished for his lifeline to come back, even though I never felt its full strength.

I screamed as that faint tether I had to him snapped with the last breath he took.

The mate bond broke in an instant. His lifeline, his tether to me was gone.

I never knew his name...

I had to mourn a mate I never even knew.

And now here I am, a few weeks back into training and it's so hard. Not only is it hard because I'm still trying to get past the loss, but I'm so far behind now. Everyone has learned so much during my time off and I'm struggling.

But I don't complain. Even when others screw up, and everyone is forced to pay the price, I don't complain. I do what I can to keep up and work as hard as I can. I do what's asked of me, and try to hold my head high as I do so.

But in the end, I'm usually the one lagging behind and barely holding on.

I guess that's what happens when I'm the weakest, and smallest person here.

In my world, the world of werewolves, I'm close to the bottom in ranking.

The highest rank is an Alpha. He's massive, taller than everyone, and stronger. He has an aura that can drop you to your knees, and make you submit to him. He's the leader of a pack. It's not something simply given to you, or something you can take. You have to be born with Alpha blood in order to be an Alpha

The next step down is a Beta, the Alpha's second in command. Once again, you have to be born with it. You have to be born with beta blood in order to be one.

The weakest is an Omega. They are the smallest, some consider them runts because they are so small and so short. Omega males are very feminine, and submissive. Therefore, most of the time they are taken advantage of, used, and abused by their pack.

Once again, an Omega is not something you can just become, you're born an Omega. It's in your blood, it's who you are.

Above Omega's, are your Delta class.

Delta 1 is the highest rank. They're the biggest, and strongest of the Deltas. Delta 1s can be 3rd in command, or team leaders.

The next step down is a Delta 2. They're a little shorter, a little smaller, and not as strong as the Delta 1s.

Then you have me... A Delta 3...

A Delta 3 is the weakest, and smallest of the deltas. It's the bottom class, the lowest you can get.

They're so small, they're barely bigger than an Omega.

And not just that, we make all the same embarrassing sounds that an Omega makes. We whimper, and we purr... A Delta purr is what they call it. It's a little rougher and louder than an Omega's purr.

There are two things that really set us apart from an Omega. One, Omegas are more delicate and feminine looking. We're not.

The second, and biggest thing that sets us apart, all Omegas are submissive and can get pregnant.

With Delta 3s, you have submissives that can get pregnant but do not have the feminine features like an Omega.

Then you have your dominant Delta 3s, who cannot get pregnant.

This is me, I'm a dominant Delta 3, my name is Claudius, and this is my story, my fight for love.

I'm a dominant Delta 3, normally being a dominant male is something to be happy about. However, my original pack not only frowned and looked down on Delta 3s, they specifically hated dominant Delta 3s.

But my pack wasn't the only one like that. There are a lot of packs out there that still have the same old beliefs. Omegas only use was for fucking, since they were so pretty, and dominant Delta 3s were useless, so they were usually killed off.

You always hear about the horrible things that happened to Omegas, and maybe that's because they're not so rare. But Delta 3s are rare. Maybe it's because so many of us have been killed off. Unlike Omegas, there usually kept for slaves and raped.

But a dominant Delta 3 is considered worthless and a waste of resources.

They think we're too weak, and not capable of being a warrior. We don't have the sweet smell like a submissive Delta 3, or an Omega. We smell like a dominant male, Just like any other Delta. Add in the fact that we have no feminine features, It makes us so useless, we're not even worth keeping around to fuck. Because of this, we're usually killed or kicked out of the pack.

Submissive Delta 3s are not always killed or kicked out. Instead, they're tortured and raped because of their submissive qualities.

Some consider them a rare gem, since they're like an Omega, without the feminine qualities. Because not everyone desires feminine features. I guess everyone has their kink...

My uncle taught me at a young age to hate that part of me. The dominant Delta 3 that I am. The part of me that makes the same embarrassing sounds that an Omega makes.

Omega's whimper, and purr. Unfortunately, both dominant and submissive Delta 3s make the same noise. We're not talking about a needy whimper, anyone can do that. It's an involuntary distress whimper that we sometimes can't control.

My uncle hated my noises. He always told me Omegas are the only ones who should cry and whimper.

He always told me I sounded like a damn Omega. Omegas are only good for fucking, and when I cry and whimper like one, I'm screaming to be fucked like one.

I learned a long time ago to lock that side away. I try not to look at myself as a Delta 3, but simply as a warrior.

A warrior wanting to be better, wanting to please everyone and maybe one day find a mate... Find someone who would finally love me, since no one ever has.

It's been over a year since I felt him die. I don't think I'll get another mate. It's rare to get a second chance mate. I highly doubt the Moon Goddess would give someone as low and pathetic as me one. But that doesn't stop me from praying, and hoping, that just maybe one day, I'll find someone I can love, and who will love me back.

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