"Well, let's get you to Dad's so you can fur out if you need to."
That wasn't the worst idea he'd ever heard.
George drew in a couple of cleansing breaths then climbed to his feet. He could do this. The hard part was over, for now at least. George had no idea if that would change or not after he talked to his uncle. He just hoped he was prepared for whatever was coming.
"You know, this almost doesn't seem worth it."
Ford gave him a wide-eyed look. "One point six billion dollars doesn't seem worth it?"
George shrugged. He doubted his cousin would understand. Ford had grown up in a loving household, in a clan that readily accepted him, surrounded by people that only wanted the best for him.
George hadn't been so lucky.
His life had been relatively easy until puberty hit and he shifted for the very first time. After that, it had pretty much gone straight to hell. Between his parents' schemes to try and get him to be alpha of their clan and their alpha's fear that George would do just that, life had been dismal at best.
So what if he was alpha born? He certainly didn't feel like an alpha. He had no desire to lead his own clan. He had no desire to take a clan away from anyone else. He had no desire to do anything but read his books and paint his pictures.
Maybe the fates had screwed up somewhere along the line. Everyone told him he was alpha born and he was supposed to lead a clan. He just didn't have that desire. He'd rather amble through the woods looking for honey.
He might have been alpha born, but he was decidedly not an alpha. If anything he seemed to have omega tendencies. He hated confrontation. He hated fighting. He hated dominating others. Hell, he hated asking for ketchup when he got a burger.
Alpha born or not, he was an omega.
