Leia stood before a small gathering of she-wolves, many of them were omegas, and those the pack often overlooked. Their eyes held quiet hesitation, showing years of silence that they had to keep on.
She placed her hand gently over her chest and began,
"I am an omega too," Leia said, looking into their eyes one by one. "But being an omega doesn't mean we have to accept being pushed aside or looked down upon."
"I may still be learning the ways of this pack, but there's one truth I believe in every role in a pack is vital. Without the strength of the workers, the nurturers, the caretakers... the structure begins to crumble. If omegas refuse to serve, to support, or to care, even the strongest alphas will feel that loss. That's why no rank, no matter how low it may seem, is lesser."
She lowered her hand and took a breath, allowing her words to settle.
