Alpha Blood Omega Soul

The chains around her wrists stung, digging into the raw skin with every jolt of the truck. Scarlett had stopped crying days ago. Tears were wasted in the dark.

She could hear the wolves-laughing, snickering, calling her "rogue," "whore," "witch's bitch."

Scarlett didn't respond. She didn't flinch.

Because she knew where they were taking her.

Hellridge Pack.

The place she escaped.

The Alpha she swore to kill.

And the bastard wanted her back alive.

Scarlett's blood ran cold. Not because of fear-because of hate. Hate so deep, it burned hotter than anything they'd done to her.

The truck screeched to a halt. Gravel crunched. The back doors opened, and sunlight hit her eyes like a slap.

"Get up," one of the warriors barked.

Scarlett stepped down slowly, her chin high despite the bruises painting her throat. Her gown was torn, soaked in blood. Her hair clung to her face. She looked like prey.

But her eyes said otherwise.

They dragged her through the gates, past snarling pack members and sneering females, until the scent of power hit her like a wall.

Dominic.

Alpha Dominic Kade stood at the top of the stairs. Arms crossed. Muscles tight beneath a black shirt. Golden eyes are sharp as blades. His expression was unreadable. His presence was unbearable.

Scarlett wanted to scream.

Instead, she smiled.

"Still hiding behind guards, Alpha?" she taunted, her voice raw but steady.

He didn't blink. "Still running your mouth, Omega?"

The air between them crackled. She felt it. So did he. The guards looked confused, shifting uncomfortably.

Dominic stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. The crowd silenced.

He stopped inches from her.

"You smell like fire and death," he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. "And yet my wolf wants to bite you instead of bury you."

Scarlett's heart skipped. Then they stuttered.

No. No, no, no.

It couldn't be.

He inhaled again, eyes darkening. Then they growled.

"You're my mate."

The words hit her harder than any blow.

Scarlett slapped him.

Hard.

Gasps echoed. The guards moved. But Dominic didn't flinch. His face turned slowly back to her, a wicked smile playing at his lips.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Scarlett's lips curled. "Try."

"You want to play dangerous, Omega?"

Dominic's voice was calm. Too calm.

Scarlett stood her ground. Her cheek burned more than her pride. She'd struck an Alpha. Not just any Alpha-the brutal one. The kind who didn't punish with words, but with power. Still, she didn't flinch.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said.

He stepped closer.

"That's your first mistake."

Before she could react, he grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, and yanked her into the packhouse. Doors slammed behind them. Gasps from the wolves outside faded as silence swallowed the hall.

Scarlett fought him. Clawed at him. He didn't budge.

She was tossed into a room-dark, cold, private. A massive office with locked windows and heavy furniture. His scent marked every inch of it. Cedar. Smoke. Fury.

Dominic kicked the door shut and turned the lock.

Her pulse thudded in her ears.

"You think that slap made you strong?" he asked, eyes glowing gold.

"It made me free," she hissed.

His jaw tightened.

"No. It made you mine to break."

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the desk, bent her over the edge in one swift move. Her breath caught-rage and heat colliding in her veins.

"This is punishment?" she snarled. "Or foreplay?"

Dominic's growl vibrated against her spine. "Be careful, Scarlett. I can do both."

She felt the warmth of his body press behind hers. The crackle of the mate bond flared between them-infuriating, intoxicating, inescapable.

His hand slid around her throat-not tight, just enough to remind her who held the reins.

"I should whip you," he murmured. "I should leave your back raw like the last time they brought you in."

Scarlett turned her head just enough to glare at him. "But you won't."

He smirked.

"Because your scent is driving me insane. Because you're my curse. And because, deep down, you want me to lose control."

Then he dragged his mouth dangerously close to her neck. Not biting. Not kissing. Just breathing her in. And it made her entire body tremble-between resistance and need.

"I will break you," he whispered. But not with pain. With pleasure, you don't deserve it.

He stepped back.

Just like that.

Leaving her breathless. Shaken. And aching in ways she didn't understand.

Dominic unlocked the door, eyes cold again.

"Clean yourself up. You'll be sleeping in the Alpha wing tonight. Not because you earned it-because I want you close when the heat hits."

He didn't wait for her response.

He left.

And Scarlett, still bent over the desk, wasn't sure if she hated him more-or herself.

Scarlett waited until midnight.

The Alpha wing was quiet, lit only by faint sconces and the silver of moonlight slicing through the glass. She stood in the far corner of the room he'd locked her in-spacious, richly furnished, and suffocating.

She hadn't touched the bed.

She hadn't slept.

Because she felt it.

The pull. The heat. The madness.

Her wolf was waking up. Reaching out.

Reaching for him.

No. She wouldn't give in.

Scarlett moved like a shadow, barefoot and silent, testing the doors and windows. Everything was locked-magically, too. Silver lined the windows, and the air shimmered where the wards had been placed. But wards could be cracked. She knew that much.

Her fingers brushed the corner of the mirror etched with runes. Her mind raced. If she could find a weakness...

"Going somewhere, Omega?"

His voice was a blade in the dark.

Scarlett spun around.

Dominic stood in the doorway, shirtless, chest bare, a towel slung around his hips like he hadn't just walked in on a criminal. His body was sculpted, scarred, and infuriatingly calm.

Her heart thundered.

Her scent spiked.

He noticed.

"Get out of my room," she snapped.

He didn't move. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes watching her with unbearable amusement.

"Correction," he said. My wing. My room. My mate."

"I didn't ask to be your mate."

He pushed off the door and walked toward her, each step measured, every movement laced with dangerous energy.

"You think I asked?" he said lowly.

She backed up until the mirror was cold against her spine.

The air between them buzzed-wild, feral. The bond was pulsing now. The scent of arousal and resistance tangling in the space between them.

Scarlett's breath came shallow. Her wolf clawed inside her. Not out of fear-out of want.

Dominic stopped inches away. He didn't touch her. He just looked at her like he was fighting a war with himself.

"You tried to escape," he said. "What were you going to do? Run barefoot into the forest? Shift and bleed out from the silver wards?"

"I'd rather die free than live caged by you."

His eyes darkened.

"You're not in a cage, Scarlett. You're in heat."

His hand slammed against the mirror beside her head. Not touching. Just close. Just enough to make her feel caged by his presence.

"You think you hate me now?" he whispered. "Wait until your wolf begs to be marked."

"I will never beg you."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her jaw but never quite touching. "We'll see."

Then he stepped back. Turned. Walked away.

Just before leaving the room, he paused.

"If you want out so badly," he said, then break the mirror. Cut your way through the ward. But remember this, Scarlett-if you survive the pain, you'll still feel me inside you when the moon rises. And no magic can stop that."

He closed the door behind him.

Scarlett stood there, trembling not from fear, not from rage but from the war brewing inside her chest.

She wanted out.

She wanted him.

And when the full moon rose in two nights, she knew it would break more than her will

The next night fell hard.

Scarlett woke in a sweat, tangled in sheets that smelled like him. Her skin was on fire, her breath ragged, body trembling with need she couldn't fight anymore.

It had started.

The heat.

It throbbed beneath her skin, a rhythm her wolf followed with helpless obedience. She clawed at her neck, desperate to silence the ache-the ache only one man could cure.

Dominic.

She hated it.

Hated that his scent made her weak, hated how her dreams whispered his name like a promise and a curse.

She needed to move. Think. Escape.

But when she tried to stand, pain shot through her spine, blinding and raw. Her knees hit the floor. She gasped, clawing the edge of the bed.

And that's when she heard it.

Voices.

Not Dominic's. Not the guards.

Strangers.

Men.

Scarlett forced herself to crawl to the window, each breath a war, every movement setting fire to her nerves.

Down in the courtyard stood a dark figure draped in crimson fur, flanked by two wolves that weren't of this pack. His aura was cold, and his eyes... they glowed silver-blue.

Scarlett's heart froze.

She knew those eyes.

Alpha Theron.

A name that used to haunt her childhood.

Her mother had whispered it with fear.

Her father- the gods rest his traitorous soul-had once called him "king of the cursed."

"What is he doing here?" she whispered, her hands pressed into the glass.

Then she heard it. From her window, through the still night air.

"I've come for the girl," Theron said. "The blood doesn't belong to him."

Scarlett staggered back. Her mind reeled.

What blood? Whose blood?

Before she could question it further, the door slammed open.

Dominic stood there, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury and something else-something like fear.

"You need to stay away from the window," he growled, stepping into the room.

She tried to stand, but her body betrayed her. Dominic caught her mid-fall, his arms around her waist.

"You feel it now, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and raw. The bond. The heat. You can't outrun it anymore.

"I don't care about the bond," she gasped, gripping his shirt. "Who is Theron?"

Dominic's jaw tensed. "A ghost. One who should've stayed buried."

"What does he want from me?"

Dominic met her gaze, and for once, his arrogance was gone. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Your blood, Scarlett... It's not just Omega. It's ancient. Forbidden. That's why your parents hid you. That's why he's here."

She stared at him, breathless, aching, overwhelmed.

"I'm not what you think I am," she murmured.

"No," he agreed, lifting her gently into his arms. "You're something far more dangerous."

He laid her on the bed, brushing her hair from her face with a touch far too soft for a monster.

"I won't let him take you."

Her voice cracked. "And if I go with him willingly?"

His gaze darkened. "Then I'll burn the world to bring you back."

Scarlett had no time to catch her breath before Dominic stormed out of the room, his eyes dark with a fury she hadn't seen before. She heard the growl of wolves in the distance, a deep, unsettling sound that made her pulse race.

He was going after Theron.

But the pain inside her-the heat-was far worse than anything Dominic could face. Her skin felt like it was being set on fire, every nerve alive with need, with something more. She wanted to scream, but the words wouldn't come. Her body betrayed her, a constant, unrelenting ache.

The door slammed open again.

This time, it wasn't Dominic.

It was Theron.

He walked in slowly, his eyes locked on her as if she were the last meal he'd ever feast upon. The scent of blood was thick around him, like a shadow that clung to his form. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating.

"I told you I'd come for you, Scarlett," he said, his voice smooth and chilling. "And now, here we are."

She recoiled instinctively, but her body betrayed her again. The bond was already pulling at her, coaxing her to trust him.

"What do you want from me?" she spat, trying to stand, but her legs were weak.

Theron's eyes flicked to the window, in the direction Dominic had gone. Your blood, yes. But not just that, he said, his smile widening. "You're far more valuable than even you know. Your bloodline... it's older than anyone realizes. It could change everything."

Scarlett frowned, the pieces of the puzzle slipping into place, but not fast enough. "What do you mean?"

He stepped closer, the air between them crackling with an undeniable charge. "I mean, you have a choice, Scarlett. Join me, and I'll give you power beyond anything you've ever imagined. You'll never have to fight this heat again. Your wolf will be under your control."

Her heart thudded in her chest, but she didn't let herself believe it. "What's the catch?"

He chuckled darkly. "The catch is simple: your soul. You'll become mine, body and blood. In exchange, I'll give you control over your destiny. No more hiding, no more fear."

"Or..." Scarlett's voice faltered, but she held his gaze. "Or I stay with Dominic and fight you off?"

Theron's smile faded, and for a moment, something dangerous flickered in his eyes. "That's the hard way, Scarlett. But it's not a path I'll allow you to walk for long."

Before she could react, a familiar voice called out from the doorway.

"Touch her, and I'll tear you apart."

Dominic stood there, bloodied but unbroken, his eyes wild with the primal fury of an Alpha.

Theron's lips curled into a twisted grin. "You think you can protect her, Dominic? She's mine. And you-"

"I'll burn the world before I let you have her," Dominic interrupted, his voice low and lethal.

Scarlett's pulse raced between them, torn between the dark temptation Theron offered and the undeniable pull of Dominic's raw power. Her world was shifting, breaking apart, and she was at the center of it.

And then, as if her heart couldn't beat any faster, Theron's words hit her like a bomb.

"You don't understand, Scarlett. You're not just an Omega. "You're the key. "And if you choose him," he glanced at Dominic with a mocking smirk, "there will be consequences."

Scarlett's chest tightened. "What consequences?"

Theron's eyes glinted dangerously. "The truth about your bloodline will destroy everything you thought you knew about yourself. "And the question is, Scarlett, are you ready to face it?"

The night felt like it was closing in on Scarlett, suffocating her in a web of lies, power, and choices she wasn't ready to make. Theron's words echoed in her mind, as haunting as his silver-blue eyes. The key. Her bloodline. She wasn't just an Omega. She was something more, something dangerous.

And Dominic... he was there, still standing between her and the nightmare she could feel closing in.

Theron's smile never wavered, even as Dominic took a step forward, his muscles tensed and his breath ragged. The room seemed to pulse with energy, the very air thick with the tension of the three of them, caught in a web of fate none of them could escape.

"I don't care who you are," Dominic growled, his eyes burning with an intensity that could level kingdoms. "Stay away from her."

Theron didn't flinch. He only tilted his head, his silver-blue gaze narrowing. "You're foolish, Dominic. She doesn't belong to you."

Scarlett's heart twisted at his words, even though she knew they were meant to cut deep. She wasn't Dominic's to claim. She was no one.

But the bond... the heat... it wasn't that simple, was it?

"Enough," Scarlett said, her voice trembling with a power she couldn't explain. "Stop it!" "Both of you."

They both turned to her, their eyes filled with raw emotion. Dominic's face softened, his guard lowering for just a moment. Theron, however, smiled again-like a predator enjoying the chase.

"You're scared, aren't you?" Theron asked, his voice as smooth as silk. Scared of what you'll find out about yourself. About your bloodline. About the truth that's been hidden from you."

Scarlett swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "I don't want to know."

Theron took a slow step closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that felt like he could see straight through her. "But you will, Scarlett. Whether you want to or not. Your blood calls to something much older than you realize. And Dominic"-he glanced over at him, his smile widening-"he can't protect you from that."

Dominic stepped forward, his body a shield between Scarlett and Theron. His expression was a mixture of fury and something deeper. Something desperate.

"I will protect her," Dominic said, his voice low and unwavering. "I'll burn everything down if I have to."

Theron's laughter was cold, but there was no amusement in it. "You don't understand, Dominic. This isn't just about power. It's about a bond deeper than either of you can fathom. You can't stop it. None of you can."

Scarlett's breath caught in her throat. "What bond?"

Theron's eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The bond between you and your bloodline. The truth, Scarlett... it's been buried for centuries. And now, it's waking up."

He turned toward the door, his silhouette dark against the moonlight that spilled into the room. "You have a choice, Scarlett. Join me. And together, we'll unlock the power that's been hidden within you. Or stay with Dominic. But know this: I will come for you. And when I do, you won't have a choice."

With that, he was gone, leaving behind only the lingering chill of his presence.

Scarlett stood there, her body trembling, her mind spinning. The heat inside her hadn't subsided, and the pull of the bond was stronger than ever. She could feel it, deep inside, calling to something far darker than she was ready to face.

Dominic stepped toward her, his eyes softening with concern. But it was more than concern. It was fear-fear of losing her, fear of the truth she hadn't yet uncovered.

"Scarlett..." His voice was rough, like he didn't know what to say. "I... I'll never let him have you."

Scarlett's eyes were wide, her chest tight with the weight of everything she was learning, everything she was being forced to face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died on her tongue. What could she say? She didn't even know what she was anymore.

The door slammed open behind them, and both their heads snapped around.

Standing in the doorway was a figure, cloaked in darkness. A woman. Her eyes gleamed a violent shade of red.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice ice-cold and filled with a warning Scarlett couldn't ignore.

The woman's voice still echoed in the room long after she disappeared-like smoke, like a warning. But neither Dominic nor Scarlett moved. The silence between them wasn't peace. It was pressure. Thick. Electric.

Scarlett couldn't stop shaking.

The heat burned like wildfire in her veins now, curling beneath her skin, teasing every nerve until her breath came in shallow gasps. She tried to hold herself together, to hold on to the rage she felt at being lied to, hunted, cornered by bloodlines and bonds she never asked for.

But then there was Dominic.

His presence had weight. Command. Safety wrapped in danger.

He stepped closer, and her heart stuttered.

"I meant what I said," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "I won't let him have you." I don't care what kind of blood runs in your veins. I only care that it's yours.

She clenched her jaw. "You say that like it changes everything. Like you didn't keep things from me either."

Dominic's eyes flickered with guilt-but also fire. "Because the truth would've broken you."

No. "You wanted to own me first," she hissed, her chest rising and falling with the force of her anger. "Before the blood, before Theron showed up, you just wanted to mark me. Like some possession."

He moved fast.

One moment she was seething-next, she was pinned against the wall, his body pressed against hers, heat radiating from him like he'd caught fire too.

"You think I won't fight it?" he snarled, his voice trembling with restraint. Every night I've told myself to stay away. That you weren't ready. That I didn't deserve you. But now... you're in heat, Scarlett. You're in pain. And it's killing me not to touch you."

His hands trembled where they held her wrists. Not from dominance. From control.

From holding back.

Scarlett's breath hitched. The bond between them throbbed, wild and alive, drawing her to him like gravity. His scent surrounded her, dark and primal. Her wolf clawed beneath the surface, begging to submit.

But she wouldn't.

"I'm not yours," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, arching closer.

Dominic leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek, just close enough to threaten her resolve.

"No," he said softly. "But I'm yours."

The admission slammed into her harder than any kiss could.

Her eyes widened, and before she could process the chaos unraveling inside her, Dominic's hands slid to her waist-firm, reverent. He didn't push. He just held her like she was something sacred. Something breakable.

"I'll never touch you without your choice," he said, his voice thick. But if you want me to ease the pain... say it. One word.

Scarlett's heart pounded so hard it drowned out every other sound.

She hated this.

Wanted this.

Needed him.

But something inside her whispered no.

Not yet.

Not like that.

"I don't want to be claimed," she choked out, closing her eyes against the ache in her chest. "I want answers."

Dominic's jaw clenched. He stepped back, barely.

But it hurt like hell.

"Then I'll give them to you," he said. Every secret. Every truth. But you need to stay here. Stay close. Let me protect you while we figure out what the hell Theron really wants.

Scarlett nodded slowly, fighting every instinct screaming to run.

Then she asked, quietly, "Who was that woman?"

Dominic's expression darkened. "Someone I hoped you'd never meet."

She stepped toward him now, something cold settling in her bones. "Tell me."

He hesitated, just a beat too long.

"She's the one who trained me to kill Alphas," he said finally. "And she knows exactly what kind of monster you're meant to become."

Scarlett's breath caught in her throat.

"What... kind?"

Dominic's voice was a whisper of dread.

"The kind that even fate fears."

The storm outside had quieted.

Inside, it hadn't.

Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, Dominic pacing near the door like a caged beast. The scent of her heat still lingered in the room-sweet, sharp, maddening-but they both pretended not to notice.

"We need to talk about what she said," Scarlett finally murmured.

Dominic didn't stop pacing. "Which part? The part where you're supposedly cursed, or the part where Theron thinks he has a right to you?"

"Either," she said. "Both."

His eyes snapped to hers. "Then brace yourself. Because there's more you don't know. And it's darker than you think.

A low growl echoed from somewhere outside.

Scarlett stood slowly. "Did you hear that?"

Dominic had already moved to the door. His body went tense.

"It's not one of mine," he said under his breath.

Another growl.

Then silence.

Then-boom.

The explosion rocked the far side of the packhouse. Windows shattered. Flames licked the sky outside.

"Get back!" Dominic roared, yanking Scarlett behind him just as the door blew open. Smoke rushed in-thick, choking.