My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 50

　　Roxanne learned that other than the Alpha and Beta, the Gamma held the most power in the pack and was usually the best fighter, second only to the Alpha.

　　The Gamma's assistant is the Gamma female. She heads the small female unit of fighters in the pack. Unlike the males, who specialise in hunts and the warding off external aggressors, the female fighters mostly engage in defending their village in case of any chaos. However, due to the efficient work of the males, they usually have nothing to do.

　　Signaler: A special unit of the Warrior unit in the werewolf community. They are the eyes of the pack, also known as the scout. They have especially sharp senses and notify the pack in the case of an impending threat. They are quick on their feet and agile.

　　Guardians: Young/ Teenage wolves who are yet to be warriors since they are not yet of age. They control and are in charge of the ‘pups’ and are subordinates to the mother.

　　Pups: Young werewolves who are still immature and have no responsibility. Roxanne looked at the little children who played and some who still curiously looked at her and smiled, finding it sunny that they were referred to by much a name.

　　Elders: Adult werewolves of old age. They are taken care of and are sought for wisdom or ancient knowledge. They are the keepers of the secrets of the wolves. Roxanne was yet to meet an Elder, and she was happy about it. Something about the way Rita explained them made her feel a nervous vibe.

　　“Finally, we have the Omega,” Rita said.

　　“They’re the ones who possess the littlest talents and have no real use in the pack. They are incapable of being placed in any other role and as such, they take care of the miscellaneous labour in the pack” She added.

　　“Miscellaneous labour?” Roxanne asked, not entirely sure what Rita meant.

　　Rita paused, and Roxanne stopped as well, following her lead. She started to look at something behind Roxanne and judged her to turn around. Roxanne did that and watched a lanky man, clearly in his middle age, carrying a log of wood as he walked to a destination she didn’t know of. The man seemed exhausted and lean, still striving to carry the heavy load with determination.

　　“The Omegas take care of things like chopping firewood, procuring ingredients for a meal and even going to the human shops to get supplies when we run out” Rita explained.

　　“So… What you're basically saying is that they’re like your servants?” Roxanne asked, slightly upset as she watched the man carry the log alone while everyone else just ignored him when he was clearly struggling to do so.