I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 37: CP: Why Should I?

Lucas’s jaw tightened—the only visible crack in his carefully controlled expression. Behind him, the four seconds shifted uneasily.

Storm’s growl had died into tense silence, but his eyes burned with barely suppressed fury at Alex’s audacity.

"You speak as though you understand our situation,"

Lucas said, each word measured and deliberate. "As though weeks of observation give you the right to lecture me about my own pack’s survival."

"I don’t claim to understand everything," Alex admitted, adjusting his grip on the staff when his palms started to sweat despite the cold.

"But I understand desperation. I understand what it’s like to be running out of options and time. I understand—" He pressed his free hand more firmly against his stomach, feeling the reassuring flutter of movement beneath.

"—what it’s like to carry lives that depend on you making the right choices, even when every choice feels impossible."

Something flickered in Lucas’s pale eyes—not quite sympathy, but recognition. A reluctant acknowledgment of shared understanding.

"Three generations," the Alpha said quietly, and for the first time his voice carried something other than dominance. It carried weight. Weariness.

"Three generations of watching our numbers dwindle. Of burying more than we birth. Of seeing the strongest bloodlines thin until they’re barely recognizable."

His gaze sharpened again. "The Silver Fang was supposed to prevent this. It has protected our territory for a thousand years. Strengthened our bonds. Blessed our unions. But without—"

He stopped himself, jaw clenching.

"Without a mate-bearer to anchor the blessing," Alex finished softly. "The stone can enhance what’s already there, but it can’t create something from nothing. It needs a fertile foundation to build on."

Lucas’s silence was answer enough.

Alex took a careful breath, sensing the shift in the Alpha’s demeanor—still wary, still dangerous, but listening now. Actually listening instead of just waiting for an excuse to either claim or kill.

"What if I told you there was another way?"

Alex continued. "Not a temporary fix. Not a band-aid solution that lasts one generation before you’re back to struggling. A permanent restoration that would work whether you had a mate-bearer or not."

Storm made a skeptical sound. "There is no such magic. If there were, we would have found it generations ago."

"You would have found it in this world," Alex corrected. "But I’m not from this wor_tribe. And where I come from—or rather, where the syste_spirit that accidentally brought me here from—there are solutions you’ve never dreamed of."

"Spirit?" Lucas’s eyes narrowed. "You can speak with spirits?"

" Like Saintessess? "

" Do Saintess talk with spirits? " Alex asked in his head, confused by this new information.

[ Yes. They can. In fact Saintessess are the only one who can talk with spirits. That’s why Raqasha had such authority in lion’s tribe. They are sacred, even among females. ]

" Is that so. "

" So what should I tell him? " Alex hesitated.

Should he just tell Lucas that he has a system not a spirit or he should go with the flow.

[System: Just tell him I’m a spirit guide with access to ancient magic. Close enough to the truth that it won’t sound completely insane. ]

"I have a spirit guide," Alex said, following the system’s suggestion. "It’s... complicated. But essentially, it can access powerful magic from other realms. One of those magics is called the Essence of Renewal.

"It’s a permanent enchantment that can be bound to a territory—any territory—and it will restore fertility, strengthen bloodlines, increase successful births, and maintain pack vitality for as long as the land exists."

He watched Lucas’s face carefully, trying to gauge the Alpha’s reaction.

The silence stretched.

Behind Lucas, the four seconds exchanged glances—Ash’s ears flicking forward with cautious interest, Fang’s tail twitching skeptically, Blade maintaining perfect stillness, and Storm still radiating hostility.

"You claim this Essence can do what the Silver Fang cannot," Lucas said finally.

"Restore what three generations have failed to restore. Strengthen what years of decline have weakened." His head tilted slightly, predatory and calculating. " Do you have it? " 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Alex’s stomach sank. "I don’t have it yet. I need to complete this negotiation to earn enough... let’s call it ’currency’... to purchase it. But I can show you the description, the effects—"

"Words," Storm interrupted. "Empty promises from a stranger who wants our most sacred artifact."

Then what would convince you?" Alex asked, frustration leaking into his voice despite his best efforts. "I can’t prove something I don’t have yet.

" But I can prove I’m telling the truth about your situation. I can prove I understand what you’re facing. And I can prove—" He placed both hands on his stomach. "—that I keep my promises. I’m standing here, pregnant and vulnerable, trusting you not to simply take what you want by force. That has to count for something."

"A tangible solution that will actually save your pack. The Silver Fang is sacred, yes. It’s powerful, yes. But it’s not helping you. It hasn’t helped you for three generations. At what point does honoring tradition become choosing extinction? So, in exchange of that useless stone I’m actually doing you good for giving permanent solution. "

The words landed like stones in water—sending ripples of reaction through the pack gathered on both riverbanks.

Some wolves shifted uncomfortably. Others leaned forward, ears pricked with reluctant interest.

A few—mostly the older ones, Alex noticed—looked furious at the suggestion that their sacred stone was failing them.

Lucas raised one hand, and the murmuring died instantly.

"You speak boldly for someone who stands alone in enemy territory," the Alpha observed. "Either you’re confident in your ability to deliver on these promises, or you’re counting on your mates to rescue you when this negotiation fails." His eyes flicked briefly toward the bridge entrance where Naga and Leo still waited, coiled tension visible even from this distance. "Which is it, bearer of stones?"

Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs. This was the moment. The pivot point where everything either worked or fell apart spectacularly.

"I’m confident," he said, surprised that his voice didn’t shake. "Because I’ve already done this twice. I negotiated with Naga for the Black Crystal. I negotiated with Leo’s tribe for the Golden Stone. Both times, I walked in with nothing but words and walked out with what I needed because I found solutions that actually helped everyone involved."

"And both times," Lucas pointed out, "you negotiated with individuals or small groups.

"Not an entire pack of two hundred wolves who have spent three generations watching their bloodlines fail." He took a step closer—close enough now that Alex could see the small scars around his eyes, the silver threading through his hair, the weariness that came from years of carrying impossible burdens.

"You ask me to trust you. To trade our most sacred artifact for magic you don’t yet possess. To believe that a weird pregnant male from weird secret tribe can solve what our wisest elders and strongest warriors could not."

" I’m not weird and yes," Alex said simply. "That’s exactly what I’m asking."

"Why should I?"