Looking from even afar, over this miles of stretching unending greens, cascading valley, the land of free flowing wind, one can clearly see a small child sobbing unabshed. As he runs towards a bridge over a turbulent river, a river who seems serenading to the dancing white foamy waterfall;..hiccuping as he takes in  panting breaths while quickening his pace.

Painting a quite pitiful but a beautiful figure nonetheless, with his porcelain white skin gleaming in the afternoon sun and brown raven silky shining hair complementing his fair flawless skin ;

As he sprints towards the forest on the other side, where his parents have taken refuge and humbly residing with his paternal grand mom. His family,his solace against the big bad world.

He is fast but the flowing tears hinder his pace and also slugging his motion are the swirling inexhaustible paining reminisce of happenings, that took place few minutes before.

Why should those big rowdy group of boys be so mean to him?

Just because he doesn't belong to their clan? Because he is a lower wolf rank? An omega! The male body with bearer breed!

But why can't they be a little kind? A little considerate of another's feelings, pain? Why can't he, an alone boy younger to them, pick the remaining ripe lip smacking mangoes from those tall trees : though he was patiently waiting till after those sickos have already finished plucking most of the load? And had their fill of the goey deliciousness?Or taste those sweetest of strawberries, which grows wild in the fertile patch of land of this valley?

That patch is a no man's land! Didnt his father say, he can play and do as he pleases there? That this clan head and the wolves belonging under him were different from the earlier ones! Then why did those boys push him? Why did they threaten to do something nasty if he ever dared to return back again? Scartched him, punched him, threatened to rip off his clothes?

And he couldn't even fight them. A louder sob escapes him. Remembering his helplessness.

How can he? There were ten of them against one of him..so Like a coward he ran off from their filthy grasps. His inner stoically fiesty wolf screaming in utter and sheer frustation.

Why can't he have friends or belong to a clan? Or be treated like others are treated! With dignity!

Why do his parents are forced to be nomads? Moving constantly from place to place for years and still unable to find their safe hierath. Everywhere they had taken refuge, they  had always been treated as second class citizens. The memories of the last experience of so called safe home, still sends shudders through the poor young soul.

He just doesn't understand why but! Why can't he go to school or be with similar age peers or have atleast one, anyone, someone he can call a friend..

Alas, if he had just belonged to a clan, if he had a group of his own.. could those boys bully him; obviously no! He would instead have beaten those bully boys black and blue! Surely he could have! Younger omega or whatever, he is no weakling!

As he runs, and runs, trying to drown out their mocking laughter, sensing the gnawing pain on his face, arms, stomach where they had kicked him; And those vile words of hate; his tears stream down relentlessly.

Feeling pathetic as well as an unhindered boiling rage within him, fuelled by the thirst of retribution; he strives on towards the bridge. He can't turn to his wolfram still or he would have given reign to his angry frustrated beast growling within.

A hundred new questions swirling in his kiddo head, a thousand unanswered answers turmoiling inside raging to be demanded of his parents! Especially to his ever optimistic grand mom! Who says everything is going to be alright. Everytime his life spirals down. But when?

His two little equally reddened bruised blistered feet moves fast, his shoes unluckily lost in the whole earlier altercation. He keeps on constantly rubbing his eyes and nose, making them more rouge by his chubby cutesy but muddy fingers.

The dirty grimy digits, result of tussle from before with the other brutes. The reddish tomato like smudgy appearance of his face grows from rubbing his eyes and nose desperately, in an failed attempt to clear the blurry vision from his constant flowing waterworks.

It is at that exact moment, when he bumps into someone rushing distracted from the opposite side, which results in his ungraceful fall on the very first step of the rickety wooden frame, over the surging River.

Thud! The hard bump completely toppling the chubby child on his bum; and the soft sobbing, alarming the elder boy who bumped into him, inadvertently turns into loud skyrocketed wailing. Signifying the  breaking of the kid's threadlike patience over everything unfair and unjust through his childhood,till today.

Infact piercing wailing fills the surrounding, which will hurt the ears especially any of the sensitive wolf ears.

The elder boy, the preparator of the downfall but decides against covering his ears from this auditory assault, seeing the cute puffy face all scrunched up, eyes closed and crying out to his hearts content.

The alarmed elder boy who looks visibly  shaken by the sudden turn of events, asks as gently as possible, though soon a teasing smile hovers automatically to his lips; watching the small figure in front.

Sitting on his bums,the younger pretty looking boy paints an amusing picture irrespective of the situation. Legs stretched out, chubby cheeks red and all puffed out; wailing to his hearts glory. Wahaaaa! He literally shouts. Looking similar like those cute anime cartoons the elder boy secretly love to watch.

" Are you alright? Sorry, sorry., If I hurt you boy.. now ..now... let me help you get up nong. "

Wahaaaaaaa..wahaaaa.. the little boy wails harder not even taking the hand offered to help him up. Making the elder boy befuddled about his next course of action as he awkwardly shifts on his toes and debates over whether to call any elder clan member to the scene for assistance.

Was the little child hit too hard but he sensed he hardly nudged the little one's shoulder? 

The elder boy watches silently the scene of the sobbing little kid, while the unstoppable loud crying almost deafens him. But this time he notices the dip in the younger's cheek, everytime he opens his mouth to take in fresh breath to continue his auditory assault. The elder boy unable to decipher what to do next , just but pokes the bouncy dimpled right cheek.

" Hey answer me nong. Are you hurt that bad?"

And immediately the small figure shuts up and gives the other boy, definitely elder to him he deduces, a glowing golden eyed glare.

Oh wow, he can even call on his wolf at such young age and glare so hard! That too with those running snotty nose and tear welling doe eyes. Haha.  The inner musings of the elder boy watching the younger's unfolding antics,  just brings forth the laughter the elder was trying hard to refrain from.

And soon he breaks into an unfiltered giggling. Ignoring completely the pouty lips and increasingly glowing golden hued dagger throwing eyes directed at him.

" You hurt me and now you laugh; you rude rude boy! No manners whatsoever!  Humph." He hugs himself in utter annoyance. Still remaining sitted just the same. Not budging, well what to do; his bum pains. One more added to the list of paining appendages! Absolutely amazing predicament.

The elder boy but unaware of the huffing dilemma the younger one is suffering,  again puts his hand out urging the kid to get up. His own bubbling gaggle still persisting watching the cute grumpy younger in front.

"Haha .. I was offering you this hand, in good manners since from around five minutes back nong. But you were too busy crying and making me deaf. Now come on get up from the ground.  You are all muddy and grimy.  Or Are you really hurt too bad nong?"

The elder boy's last concerned tone and outstretched hand is unceremoniusly ignored, as this time the younger gets up pronto. Grimacing slightly.  His eyes still accusing and golden. Showing the glimpse of the stubborn irked inner omega wolf.

" You  must be also from the Sutthilak clan! You all are so judging and petty. And definitely bullies. I can cry for ten minutes five minutes, even twenty minutes. My wish! Isn't this no man's land? Anyone can play here, pluck flowers and fruits or even cry sitting for as long and as much as they want. You big brutes don't tell me what to do!" His ears turn beet red , and the elder boy can vouch he saw smoke escaping from them.

" Did someone bully you nong? Were they Sutthilaks?"

Thé elder boy catches the hidden pain among the disdain and anger through the tear laced voice. And the implication of this cute creature getting bullied by his clan mates, immediately perks up  his protective instinct and his inherent righteousness.

" Why do you care? You were laughing too at my misery. Sheesh if only I had a friend. I would have punched you and them so hard." 

The  boy definitely is an omega, the other elder boy can clearly discern now, by his soft features and sweet fragrance. Omegas even as kids though small statured than normal wolves are definitely hundred fold more alluring and appealing. And their smell a dead give away of their ranks.  They don't smell wild they smell as beautiful as they look.

But the elder boy has never seen an young omega being so assertive and fiesty either. Aren't they supposed to be docile and calm. The kid though ignoring his open scrutiny, makes two, three  punching actions in the air with his dirty hands. The elder decides to break the ice, the kid has perked his interest.  A fit unachieved by many.

" I am sorry I really didn't see you there. Since I was running distracted myself. But we can definitely punch those other boys and take your revenge. Moreover, I always like to bestow apt punishments to wrong doers. Let's go then, let's teach them all a lesson.."

Surprising the younger omega, the taller boy definitely an alpha with his leadership stance, bossy tone and sharp features. Not to mention the ruby eyes the younger had seen glinting just now when he mentioned about punishments, held his wrist.

But immediately the younger jerked away regaining from his initial stupor of the sudden hand holding by the elder alpha boy.

" Whoa. Why should I trust you or go with you? My father says never to trust a stranger. Especially an Alpha. But will you really punch them for me? Aren't you a child too . I will turn five in a month; how old are you Exactly? You look tall. Are you ten?"

The taller alpha boy laughs again seeing the all 'oh so serious' scrutinising expression of the omega boy. His brown eyes with a golden hint watching the alpha from head to toe.

"  No I am just six and half. But don't worry, I am strong enough for those. Now come on..let's beat them up. That way I can show you how sincerely sorry I am about making you fall, and also how all Suthilack's are definitely not bullies, judging or petty.  We are benevolent, brave and wise."

" There are atleast ten of them. And we are two. And you are just six, a kid yourself.  You only look like a tall lanky coconut tree. Dont try to act like a hero.How will you beat them? We both will get thrashed! But then again we can strategically attack!  Those bullies were thick headed utter morons. And sleazy betas.

The younger pats his lips with his two fingers, thinking. Then starts chewing his lower lip lost in the process. He really wants to punch those big bully boys. They even dared to say they will strip him naked and what not! Vile, vile things.

Hmm..Though definitely they will be much older to this alpha boy standing in front of him here. Those group, may be of age ten,must've been playing hookey from school and lessons. No body else will be at that patch of land on a working weekday. That's why the younger omega chose this day, expecting noone. But alas, he got into the fiasco nonetheless.

And definitely this elder, openly smiling friendly looking boy, is atleast as tall as them. And well, he himself can fight too. Deliver mean punches. His father taught him self defence since he was just three and he is good. Extremely good if not outnumbered.

" Trust me..I will be your friend in the battle, fighting by your side. They shouldn't have messed with you. And I would hate you to have such low opinion about my clan. It's my duty to uplift my pack image in your eyes."
The elder while saying those words, closes the distance between them. Tentatively reaching out and holding onto the younger's wrist again. Feeling slightly elated when he is not pushed off rudely, this time.

Well, the alpha has his troubles too. His own world is pretty desolated and colourless. Father caught in clan work, sisters all bigger married or busy in college. Mom burdened with her luna duties..

And somehow this fiesty cute younger appeals to his introvert soul. A lot. And he is serious when he said about his clan image. He knows how mean some beta and alpha boys can be. But bullying a harmless younger omega, how deplorable! And now that he looks closely, he can even see healing scratches, torn clothes and a blueish bruise on the ruddy fluffy cheeks.

This is definitely comes under the term, 'Unacceptable' according to the elder boy's taught ethics. He prides on the decorum and the just code of conducts dictated by his high alpha dad. And as a future leader of the pack, he takes his role quite seriously. Even at this tender age. That's how he inherently  is.

The younger looks at the elder's non laughing serious face and the tanned hands grasping tightly, his own pale wrist. And the conviction and trust shining in those onyx black eyes hinted with ruby red . The alpha wolf also pouring his sober promise of companionship, trying to convince the younger omega wolf.

" I don't even know your name. And you want us to be friends. You are quite weird phi . Well, I am Oon by the way.."

" I am Kongpob Suthilack, nong Oon."

" Aren't we doing nicknames? Friends use nicknames right phi?" And then suddenly almost a lightning strikes the Omega. As he stares at the elder alpha boy petrifed. 

" Oh shiya! Holy Bloody moon goddess! Did you say Suthilack. Like clan head title Suthilack!?"

The omega tries to jerk his wrist off and this time in a full mood to just sprint off. Pack heir! Noway! But the elder's hold just strengthens upon his wrist.

" Nong Oon. Come on..don't be a sissy. Trust me. I am no threat. And definitely Mean no harm. Let's try to be friends. "

" Hey, I am  no sissy. But I know who I am. A mere nomad. And over that an omega as you can clearly see. What are you even saying. Even a baby knows an alpha and omega can never be friends. And that too a nomad befriending with a pack clan heir! Impossible. You are just teasing me right? Having fun at my expense Mr almighty Suthilack heir?"

The younger has seen the World enough even at this tender age, to understand it's murkiness. Sadly, a burning truth in his life.

" Who says that an alpha and omega can never be friends. Or a nomad cannot be friends with a pack heir? Where is the rule book about this old wives tale nong? My father believes in inclusion for all. He has been working his days and nights for a just land.
And Friendships nong, it just happens. Trust and companionship is the key there, not social ranks. And if we together can beat up those bad boys. If I help to get you, your deserved justice, Won't you accept me as  your friend.?"

And this time the alpha doesn't wait as he drags the gobsmacked younger towards the mango orchard. To fight the omega's first of many battles, side by side.

To stay beside him. The same way the pretty Omega will be beside the handsome alpha for years to come. To help him navigate through his own ups and downs.

That fateful day thus begins a tale of an unlikely friendship. Their platonic relationship a big question Mark upon a stereotypical world believe.

Until ..one fine day alpha Kongpob finds himself waking up beside his very naked omega best friend Oon aka Arthit Rojanapat.

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A/n... It's a short fluffy predictable tale.

It's inspired from a wholesome real life reddit post I came across by pure accident on insta. But I wanted to give it a omegaverse twist and my own brand of pepper and salt.

🙏Pls read, leave comments and vote. 🙏