Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (book club suggestions TXT) 📕

“Fight them?” I pushed myself off of him and crawled out of the bed. I found the clothes he wanted me to wear, yanking them on and ignoring Tristan’s presence. “Yeah, this dominance shit drives me insane. When is the High Council going to learn that the strongest physically isn’t necessarily the best leader? They want a fight? Fine, we’ll give them a fight.”

I stormed out of the room in my tiny shorts, boots, shirt tied in front, and my cowboy hat. Both men had their jaws hanging open in shock and it wasn’t until I got to the top of the stairs that I heard either of them moving.

“Dewey, wait!” Tag called out. I ignored him and raced down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out the back door.

“Hey, baby,” Azyle said with a smile as he finished setting up a webcam and laptop. I knew what both things were now, thanks to him. “You come to watch the fight? The High Council’s representative just came on.”

“Councilman Stratts,” the man on the screen introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Omega Seymour.”

“You too, sir.” I gave him a nod just as Tristan and Taggart came racing out the back door. “I have something to say and you’re not going to like it, but I also find a visual is always best.”

“Okay then,” he drawled, looking curious as to what I meant.

“Percy, Azyle, can you please move into his view and get into fighting stances?” They both nodded and did as I asked as Tristan groaned.

“Dewey, please don’t blow our shot to be together,” Tag pleaded.

“If I show you my point for the record, hoping that it may help our race move into the current age, will you hold it against me and Tag?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“No, Omega Seymour. You have me intrigued and being one of the few Councilmen who is in love with his Omega, I’ve always been appalled at how they’ve been treated. I welcome potential proof of why things should be changed.”

“Good deal,” I said brightly as I rubbed my hands together. “Attack me.”

“What?” Percy and Azyle gasped together, their eyes going wide.

“Humor me and trust the man you want to be your Omega and attack me,” I ordered, giving them a frown. They both nodded and readied themselves. Right before they were going to leap at me, I simply waved my hand and both of them were out like a light, falling to the ground with a thump. “I win. I get to be Alpha now because I won the fight.”

I turned to face the Councilman on the screen. He smiled as he wrote down some notes. “Point proven, Omega Seymour. You’ve made your point, son.”

“Good. Now I understand that an Alpha needs to be strong, but that doesn’t mean only physically. There are other ways to be a good leader. That’s why an Alpha has two Betas, enforcers to keep him safe. I would appreciate you passing along my point and thoughts, Councilman Stratts. We wouldn’t be in this predicament with so many abused Omegas if physical strength wasn’t equated to leadership material.”

“Agreed. In this instance though, I do need to see that Taggart Becket can handle himself. An Alpha does have to be able to hold his own. He’s already taken our other tests and passed with flying colors.”

“Other tests? There are other tests besides the leadership and IQ test?” I felt my face pale as I turned to Taggart and Tristan. “You didn’t say you took other tests. You said you had to beat Percy and Azyle in a fight to prove you could be Alpha. I didn’t want you guys to fight, thinking there was another way and—”

“Breathe, my love,” Tag interrupted me as he knelt in front of me and cradled my face in his hands. “Yes, there is more than a physical fighting abilities test to be an Alpha. I didn’t have time to explain that because you wigged when you heard I’d be fighting Percy and Azyle.”

“I don’t want any of you to fight or get hurt,” I panted, feeling as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. “We’ve seen dominance battles, Tag. They’re bloody and people die sometimes. I can’t lose you.

“Omega Seymour, if I may?” Councilman Stratts asked and I turned to face him. “That’s not how they are supposed to be, son. My understanding is that you’ve witnessed some MMA fights as well?”

“No, why would I know anything about that?” I replied in a panic.

“It’s okay, I told the High Council everything.” Tag rubbed my back and I sighed in relief. “No, I didn’t want Dewey to find out how I was getting money for our escape.”

“I understand, but I meant that your old Alpha made the pack fight for bets?”

“Yeah. I understand what your point is, Councilman. But those fights are not a good example either. They were no-bars, brutal, winner-take-all kind of fights.” Tag rubbed his chin for a moment in thought and I knew something was going on here. What it was? I had no clue. “Dewey, do you remember when we were watching that movie where the students were training to be in the Navy? The one with the boxing fights?”

“And the really hot guy we were both drooling over?” I chuckled, nodding. Then just like that the lightbulb went off over my head. “You’re saying dominance fights are supposed to be more like that with rules and a referee?”

“Yes,” they both answered.

“Oh, well now I feel silly,” I mumbled. “It’s still violent but I can understand it. There was structure and points to determine the winner. Sometimes it was who was left standing, but they still got hurt.”

“Nothing major that won’t heal in an hour or so, Omega Seymour,” the Councilman said gently. “We need proof that Taggart can protect you and the pack if necessary.”

“Okay, then I’ll stop being a brat.”

“You’ve been through a lot, Omega Seymour. Give yourself