Chapter 2 Alpha Asher's POV

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"Ahhh...Al-alpha...please, take it easy" the female omega pleaded, her breath labored, her pussy tightening as she struggled to take my full cock.

I ignored her pleas as I thrust deeper and faster, pulling her brown hair so her back was arched towards me and her ass was more revealed.

I smirked as her legs trembled, I drove into her with force, excited as she cried out.

Sweat was running through her back, her hair messy from my strong grip.

My grip tightened around her waist as I continued to pound into her, rough and merciless, enjoying her cry. It made me grow harder.

Omegas existed for one purpose, and that was to serve. They were nothing to me.

"Please Alpha, you're hurting me" she screamed out as my grip tightened on her hair.

Her cries were getting annoying but I wasn't ready to stop. I'm her Alpha, she should serve me to my satisfaction.

"Alpha" My beta William called through the mind link.

"Yes?" I answered, my voice hoarse, I didn't pause as I continued thrusting into omega below me.

William hesitated. "We leave for the Blackthorn pack in twenty minutes."

I knew from the hesitation in his voice that he could hear what's happening right now-the sharp slap of skin against skin and the muffled sound from the omega.

Williams should have cut the link, but he knew better than to do so without permission.

I smirked, not slowing down. "How long until we reach their territory?" I asked

"If we leave now, by sundown."

The omega beneath me whimpered as I slammed into her one final time, but I had no intention of finishing inside her. No omega slave was worth that honor. I pulled out, letting my release spill onto the cold floor beneath us.

"Lick it up," I commanded.

She knew better than to hesitate. She quickly dropped to her knees as she bent over my spilled cum, licking it to the last drop. I stared at her with detached amusement as my attention went back to William.

"I will be with you shortly" with that, I ended the mindlink turning to face the omega.

"Scram!" I said coldly, she scurried away without a word.

I walked to my wardrobe and yanked it open, searching for the right outfit to take along. Tomorrow is the Werewolves mating ceremony and also my betrothal to Luna Odessa's daughter. Luckily she might turn out to be my mate.

I have been searching for my mate since I turned 16 but all to no avail. I had already given up on the mate bond. If the moon goddess deemed it fit not to bless me with a strong, powerful mate, then I can as well, choose who would be my Luna.

And besides, my Luna can't just be any female, she must be strong and brutal, matching me in every way and that's the perfect picture of Luna Odessa's daughter.

When Luna Odessa asked me if I'd love to take her daughter as my Luna. I had agreed, there was no way I could continue without a Luna for my pack. Taking her as my chosen mate would solidify our relationship with the Blackthorn pack.

I quickly picked up a few stuff as I shut the wardrobe storming out.

I headed towards the carriage, passing through the pack house and instantly I froze mid-step. I could hear a soft female voice crying out for help.

The voice immediately made my wolf-Ragnar to stir within me, goosebumps appeared on my skin and without hesitation, I ran towards the voice. The closer I got, the louder and clearer the voice. Ragnar was at the edge of shifting and I could feel my pace increase.

"Please stop, get away from me. No, don't touch me. I have been keeping myself for my mate." she screamed as her slender figure came into view.

One of my warriors was on top of a girl, her dress torn, her face streaked with tears. Two other men stood nearby, belts unbuckled, waiting to take their turn.

My vision went red.

A loud growl escaped my lips before I could stop it. I lunged forward, grabbing the bastard by the throat and yanking him off her. He gasped, clawing at my hand, eyes wide with shock. The other men froze. They had done this before-countless times-but never for once had I interfered.

"Alpha?" one of them stammered.

I ignored him, tightening my grip. The warrior choked, his face turning purple. My wolf was howling for blood, demanding I tear him apart.

A voice pulled me back. "Alpha, he's going to die," someone whispered.

I let go. The warrior collapsed to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. "Get out!" I snarled, my voice deadly. "All of you!"

They ran out like cowards.

I ran my hands through my hair wondering why I had lost control and almost hurt one of my trusted warriors.

My attention was drawn back to the lady as she whimpered and moved backwards from fear. She was curled up on the ground, her dress barely covering her trembling body which was bruised from the attempts by my warriors.

I got closer and knelt before her on one knee, she immediately tensed, holding her breath. I held her chin, prompting her to look at me. She slowly raised her gaze and met mine.

My breath caught in my throat as those forest green eyes stared at me. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, she was more than stunning. Her features were so delicate, her skin soft and golden. My eyes traveled down her shoulder where her chestnut brown hair cascaded over, hiding the skin that was exposed by her torn dress.

Unconsciously, my hands moved to brush her hair away, she gasped and withdrew. As she shifted, the torn fabric of her dress slipped, exposing the curve of her breast.

She quickly raised her hands to cover her breast and then I saw it.

The mark on her wrist-the branding that indicated her status.

An omega slave.

Ragnar almost went mad, pushing to be let out, my eyes darkened as I heard him say the one word I didn't want to hear now.

'Mate.'

I clenched my fists. No. This couldn't be happening.

My stomach twisted in rage. The Moon Goddess had cursed me. Of all the strong, powerful she-wolves in the world, she had given me this-an omega.

I gritted my teeth in disgust.

The girl was staring at me with wide, fearful eyes, her lips trembling. She didn't know. She didn't have her wolf yet, which meant she couldn't sense the bond between us.

Good.

I quickly turned to one of my guards standing at a distance, my voice cold.

"Throw this trash out of the pack. She is banished. I never want to see her again."

Her eyes widened in horror. "I-I didn't do anything, she cried out, her voice breaking. "No! Please! I don't have anywhere to go! I swear I did nothing wrong!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears as the guards grabbed her, dragging her away.

And then it dawned on me. I had rejected my mate even before she realized she was mine.

At the back of my mind, Ragnar whined in agony at the sight of his mate in so much pain as she was being dragged out. "You hurt our mate. You bastard!"

I ignored him turning away, my jaw clenched. It's probably for the best.

She was weak. Worthless. A burden I refused to carry.

But deep inside me, I felt something close to regret.

I turned my back and walked away.

Pretending I didn't care.