Entangled With The Savage Alpha

Dawn

My throat was as dry as a desert. My stomach grumbled like thunder. The slightest shove was going to send me crashing down and unable to get up. Yet, I couldn't stop trudging forward.

Nothing would stop me from getting home quickly enough to complete my errands. Because, I knew what awaited me if I didn't make it home on time.

It had happened before. That day, I collapsed from exhaustion on the way home. No one cared though, no one searched for me. I laid on the path that was very close to the family house until I awoke the next morning.

At first, I was confused and very disoriented. My head hurt and so did my whole body. I could barely lift myself off the dusty ground, but I somehow made it happen.

And when I finally got to the front door, all hell let loose.

This is not the life Mother envisioned for us. She told me the best stories. We imagined the best of lives. But she died and her stories and hopes went with her.

From then, I began to hate my existence. I hated that I was a pawn in my family's errand game. They never saw me as a living being, I was some sort of slave. Their work machine. It festered resentment within me. Nothing was worth living for, until I met Alex.

The snapping of a twig under my foot, brought me back to reality. Today was different. It was the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

An unfamiliar warmth lingered beneath my skin, softening the edges of my frustration. For the first time, I felt a flicker of joy.

This peculiar warmth overshadowed the usual bitterness in my heart. Fatigue tugged at my limbs, urging me to slow down, but I pressed on. The thought of Alex made me smile. It felt weird and wrong, but I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to. I liked feeling this way.

My grin widened as I got closer to the house. Anticipation fluttered within me. His scent swarmed the air and excited my wolf.

Somehow, my pace quickened, turning into a determined rush. The fatigue that had clung to me began to blur into the background as excitement took over. My heart raced, and the pangs of hunger vanished.

His sweet scent wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. My grin became even more sillier and almost rebellious as it stretched across my face.

Nothing, not even the reaction of my family to the bad news that I was to deliver could quell the excitement bubbling within. Each step felt lighter, fueled by the intoxicating aura of Alex. The familiar door loomed ahead, and I almost collided with it as I rushed in.

Mate. My wolf rejoiced.

He was here. He was truly here, he was waiting for me. He was waiting to take me away from the nightmare that was my current existence.

I would move away with him. I would live with him. I would support him.

I was truly the luckiest girl on the planet. Because the moon goddess had been so kind, she had watched me suffer and toil and had decided to bless me with a mate.

He was not just any male wolf, he was among the select few who were being considered to become the next Alpha and he was the most favored of them all.

I closed my eyes and let my body soak it in. It filled me with strength. When I opened my eyes the living room was surprisingly empty. Alex wasn't there.

That was weird. Whenever he visited, he either waited on the porch or in the living room. Despite the absence, a certainty lingered within me that he was somewhere in the house.

I had an important message to return to my father, but at that moment I disregarded it all. I followed the scent of my mate. I needed to soak in his arms. I allowed the familiarity of his essence to guide me through the familiar space.

We would face my father together. I was leaving this evil house today. I was leaving with my mate.

The moment I stepped into the corridors, the excitement that rippled through my wolf, was abruptly silenced by a low growl.

1

An unsettling chill crept over me. Something was amiss. My eyes snapped open, and I stumbled forward.

My mind conjured up images. What was Father up to? Where was everyone?

No one wanted to accept that Alex was my fated mate. They all thought I was delirious until Alex himself declared it. And even then Father had taken it upon himself to try to convince him of something else since that day.

What had they done? Why was my wolf uneasy and even afraid?

I continued to follow his scent and it led me to an unexpected destination. I stood before my step-sister's door with confusion etching my features.

Why was his scent emanating from there? Why would my mate's scent lead here?

My wolf whimpered and urged me to turn away. But my body had turned to lead. I stood unmoving. The energy that I once had drained out of my body.

I sniffed the air, there were a couple of scents that mingled here and there. My father had been here alongside my stepmother.

My heart crashed. What were they trying to convince my mate to do?

Just then, sounds reached my ears, freezing me in my tracks. The thud of my heart seemed deafening, constricting as though it sought an escape. A knot tightened in my stomach. My wolf wailed and whimpered.

I opened the door and saw something I never imagined nor conceived in the entirety of my existence.

Alex, in all his naked glory, lay entwined with my step-sister. He was ramming into her like the world was about to end. Her moans resonated, cutting through the air like a cruel melody.

I saw it all. The way she gripped his shoulder, the way her breasts bounced as they moved together. It was brutal.

A gasp escaped me, disbelief seizing my senses. The pain that tore through my chest was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The air seemed to vanish, replaced by a vacuum that sucked away the remnants of trust and happiness.

They noticed my presence and were startled. Blood drained my face, I opened my mouth to shriek but in a swift motion, a hand seized me, dragging me out of the room, and slamming the door shut.

The outside world blurred as tears welled in my eyes. The cold reality pressed against my skin. I crashed against the walls heaving and clutching my chest.

The air hung heavy with the acrid taste of betrayal, and my heart, shattered and bruised, grappled with what I just experienced.

Just then, the rough grip on my arm returned and yanked me from the harrowing scene, propelling me toward the living room where my father sat, a storm of anger brewing in his eyes.

I stumbled as it shoved, and pushed until I stood before him.

"Are You Stupid? Why didn't you report to me first? What gave you the audacity to breach your sister's privacy?" He lashed out.

The barrage of questions echoed in my ears, but I couldn't comprehend any of them. The ringing in my ears drowned out his words. I saw his mouth move, but the weight of what I'd just witnessed pressed on my chest, making it difficult to draw breath.

My gaze remained fixed on the hallway, waiting for my mate to come rushing towards me, seeking forgiveness.

However, nothing of that sort happened. My consciousness was repeatedly shattered only by the haunting echoes of their sickly moans.

Sharp and burning pain radiated through me and gnawed at my sanity. Tears poured out of my eyes but I couldn't feel it. I wanted to scream, to release the suffocating pressure, but it felt as though my voice had deserted me.

All Alex had to do was rush out, cradle me in his arms, pour the blame on my parents, and accuse Sofia.

Sofia was a beautiful creature. He could tell me that she and my parents had connived to seduce him and I would wholeheartedly believe him. I was ready to accept anything. He was my only hope.

Wasn't he supposed to be mine forever? I just needed him to...

What was I thinking? Was I really foolish to believe that the Moon goddess cared about my silly existence?

Their betrayal, no not just theirs, the betrayal of the whole universe played out like a cruel spectacle, mocking my hopes.

The pain intensified, driving me closer to the edge of insanity. Another scream clawed at my throat, but I still felt voiceless, trapped in a nightmare, an unending nightmare.

Abruptly, a resounding smack reverberated through the room. The impact sent me sprawling to the floor, the world spinning.

"Stupid girl." Grace's voice echoed. "How dare you ignore your father. Have you lost it?"

The anger within me tripled. A growl fell out of my mouth. Almost immediately, I was yanked by hair.

"Look at her!" She cackled, "Look at this Omega wolf! Growing wings now?"

Before I could even breathe, I was sent crashing through the table. My father only watched with a distant look in his eyes. A distant look that told me that he never cared. All he wanted to know was the outcome of the errand he'd sent me on.

Physical pain melded with the pain in my heart, sending me into an overdrive.

Grace was the opposite of her name and I'd I was perturbed about how she got it. She pulled me up again and stared me in the eyes.

I could see clearly that she didn't care about the errand. She was mad that I interrupted my mate and her daughter.

My father grunted and shifted on his chair, it was a grunt of discomfort. It was probably because he was more worried about the broken table than my injured body.

He'd complained to his wife so many times about hating to have to replace furniture around the house after I'd gotten a good lashing. At first, I thought it was his way of letting her know that she was doing too much, but that was never the case. He hated spending money on anything related to me.

Grace ignored him of course.

"How dare you?" She screeched.

My legs wobbled. My stomach convulsed.

Who would have thought? A few minutes ago, I was the happiest. I believed that I was the luckiest in the entire universe.

Somewhere in the depths of my fantasies, I believed that there was a possibility that I would become Luna. It would have been the perfect poetic justice. I was planning my revenge. Now the sounds of my mate and my step sister threatened to drive me mad.

My wolf raged within me. It clawed at me violently. Most Omega's were paired with docile wolves. I on the other hand was an anomaly.

In my wolf form, I was fast and pretty loud and even aggressive. Yet I was still puny and weak. I looked fragile unlike most Omega's who were built for work. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't have strength or energy. My wolf on the other hand had refused to accept reality.

It raged within me every time, threatening to burst out. Sometimes, It overpowered me and took control, but it was always whipped back into submission. However, it never learned its lesson.

Right now, it wanted to grab a knife and slash Grace's face, then rip my step-sister to shreds.

Another smack sent me beneath my father's feet.

"What happened?" He asked coldly.

I knew I had to speak. If I remained quiet, I would get a worse punishment. My wolf didn't want to. It wanted to claw his eyes out.

"He asked you to pay up and He never wants to see me again." I cried out.

My father's growl ripped through the air.

"Of what good are you then?" Grace mocked. "How do you keep on botching every opportunity?"

"You good for nothing brat." My father growled as his hand slammed into my cheeks.

I wheezed and coughed. I tasted the blood on my busted lips. I could barely recover before I heard the terrible slash of my stepmother's silver whip slashing through the air.

The moment it landed on my back, my body shut down and I fell into deep oblivion.

Dawn

When I opened my eyes, I found myself still sprawled in the same position on the floor in the now empty living room. I groaned as I slowly pushed myself upright. My entire body throbbed with glaring pain.

The hunger pangs hit hard; I hadn't eaten all day. Once again, exhaustion pulled at my limbs causing me to fall back.

I laid back, closed my eyes and tried to will the pain away. But it wasn't subsiding.

My nose picked up the scent of food. It teased my senses and mingled with the echoes of laughter from the kitchen.

Bitterness and hatred simmered within me. My wolf growled angrily. It could still sense my mate's scent, but something about it had changed.

"Looks like she's finally awake," sneered my step-sister. The laughter abruptly stopped.

I had to fight the urge to react.

That bitch.

I wanted to stab her in the eyes and destroy her beautiful face. She'd done a lot of things to me but this was the worst betrayal ever.

She was so greedy. From the moment Grace married my father, Sofia had been provided for. She got everything she wanted and more, yet she somehow only wanted the little I had.

She had won, hadn't she? I felt it in the puffed-up aura of her wolf. She felt like she'd beaten me at everything.

My internal tirade was paused by shuffling footsteps as they all filed back into the living room. From my corner on the ground, I watched them troop in.

The satisfied smirks on the faces of Grace and her evil daughter made me want to scream. But I couldn't do anything. I was too terrified and tired to let my emotions show. On the inside, I was angry but my expression was always pale and cowed.

My wolf whimpered at the sight of my mate's arm wrapped around Sofia. It hurt more than the physical pain I was in.

"Sit up." Grace demanded, shoving a bowl of leftovers into my limp arms.

The desire to fling the bowl at them surged, but I couldn't waste precious food or energy.

Reluctantly, I seated myself, unable to fully relax as my back still screamed in protest from where the silver whip had left its mark.

"Eat," my father ordered, his tone cold and commanding.

Humiliation swirled around me, but I obliged. With hands that trembled, I shoveled bacon bits and chicken strips into my mouth. The flavors were lackluster, but it was sustenance and I needed it.

Their eyes bore into me in a heavy silence.

My stepsister snickered in the arms of my mate, whispering loudly, "Didn't I say it? You all owe me."

Father grunted and her snicker increased.

"Wimp." She mocked, snuggling into Alex's arms.

"How could someone like this become Luna? She'll run this pack to the ground. Alex needs a strong woman beside him, not a weak mutt." She continued.

Grace chuckled, her eyes remaining on me as she watched me eat.

I tried to ignore their mocking, focusing on the much-needed nourishment. Rest and sleep beckoned. I needed respite from the physical and emotional torment I'd just endured. But from the way they all watched me, I knew that my ordeal was far from over.

I could feel an underlying tension in the air. Something was about to happen. Something that I wouldn't like.

Once my bowl was scraped clean, I licked my fingers. There was nothing to be ashamed of anymore. Alex had betrayed me already. Why should I try to be prim and proper? I didn't need to impress anyone anymore.

"Stop that." Alex hissed suddenly, as if he heard my thoughts.

His voice was commanding, his aura so powerful that my hand fell to my lap. This is the first time he'd addressed me today.

He sat up, pushing Sofia away as he stared into my eyes. Automatically I leaned forward, seeking and reaching for the connection we shared. I got nothing.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

I blinked, my head was blank.

Wasn't I supposed to be the one asking that question? Wasn't he supposed to be explaining everything to me?

The accusation in his tone grated my nerves.

"Are you that dumb?" He gritted, his dark eyes narrowed into slits. For the first time, I felt the power of his Alpha wolf. It commanded me to speak.

"You betrayed me," I croaked.

The room erupted into laughter, and he smirked.

He stood up and walked to me. He grabbed my face roughly and looked at Sofia before facing me.

"If not for the respect I had for your family, I would have ripped your head off, for that silly interruption of my mating ceremony."

My heart squelched.

"You are not my mate. You never will be. And even if the Moon goddess decided to make such a mistake, I reject it. I reject you."

My ears were ringing. My wolf was crying. Did he just? It wasn't possible.

What happened to Alex? Was he under some sort of spell? This had to be a dream.

Before we discovered we were mates, Alex was the closest thing I had to a friend. He was my knight in shining armor. He had been the one who approached, helped, and listened to me.

Who's this? What happened to my Alex? Alex took care of me. He would never hurt me. I remember how excited he was when we discovered that we were mates.

"Do you hear me?" He growled.

I couldn't recognize the man before me.

"W-what, what happened?" I sputtered. "This isn't you. What did they do to you?"

Ignoring me, he returned to his position and pulled Sofia into his arms.

"I need details, Dawn. What exactly did the head of the servants say to you? Why did he terminate your service at the pack house?" Alex continued.

"He said I wasn't strong enough to complete my tasks. I was weak, underfed, and too tattered." I croaked.

My father released another dissatisfied grunt.

"This is how you pay back your family?" Grace sneered. "Ungrateful mutt, can you do anything right? How are we supposed to repay everything that we owe the pack now?"

Yes. My father owed the Alpha a lot but instead of taking up jobs like every male did, my father made me a slave to pay for it. I was quick so I ran errands between packs. I also did menial and laborious tasks. I slaved from morning till night to pay for a debt that I didn't own. As if that wasn't enough, after working from morning till evening, I had to go and check how much I'd been able to pay for with my services for the day before going home. And when I arrived, I had to inform the family before I was given food to eat.

Grace ranted on about my wickedness but my eyes remained on Alex.

"Why?" I croaked. I was trying to recognize the man before me.

Alex chortled, "Sofia was right all along. You are really very stupid. Did you ever think that you and I could become a thing? Oh please. We both know that the only reason why I haven't announced my true mate to the pack is because of the rules."

His lack of remorse made me feel worse. I suddenly realized how stupid I was. In our pack, a female couldn't be mated before her elder sister. I was the eldest and until I was mated, no male was supposed to approach Sofia. Alex had used me to get close to my sister.

Dry laughter escaped my throat. I wondered what their plan was. What they did tonight was an abomination. If the word got out to the rest of the pack, he would lose his chance to become Alpha. Is that why we were still here?

Did they want me to continue pretending that he didn't reject me? Did they need me to play the role of a fool?

"You leave me no choice." My father said suddenly.

My eyes perked up and I looked at him. The emotions in his eyes surprised me. For the first time in a long while, he looked sorry.

My heart jumped. My wolf wailed. It sensed a storm worse than the one I was in.

With a grin, Grace jumped to her feet and dumped a package on my lap. "Open it." She hissed.

I stared mutely at it. I looked up and saw a gleam of victory in all their eyes, except that of my father.

He looked like he was about to break down. My body began to tremble. I preferred it when my father spoke to me without compassion. He looked like he was drowning in regret.

There was no way in hell, I was going to open that package. It had to be Pandora's box. I knew whatever was inside was worse than anything I could conceive. I looked to my father for help. But he bowed his head and cleared his throat.

Grace sucked her teeth impatiently and tore open the package. Different photographs and two other sheets of paper fell out.

I stared at the photograph. It was that of an old creepy-looking man. He was older than my father. I didn't understand. There were many pictures of him. I grabbed the second sheet and it was an address.

The tension was suffocating me. Was this the new place that I would work in? Was that my new master? It didn't make sense. Why then did father look so guilty?

I picked up the final sheet. It had more weight than the rest. I flipped it over and gasped.

It was a marriage contract, signed by my father in exchange for the money he owed. A marriage contract between me and Rhys Hallowvern.

My body shut down. I felt numb like I was floating in my subconscious. But I could hear a voice screaming in pain.

The pain in the voice resounded with mine. I could barely see. I didn't want to see it. This had to be the most cruel joke yet.

I'd heard stories of Omega's being sold off into marriage with rich old werewolves who needed a baby. Omegas were naturally the most fertile of all werewolves, so those beasts used them as baby-making factories. The omegas were brutally dealt with until they died of exhaustion. It was how packs breed and increase in size. I not only heard the horrid stories, but I'd seen some who escaped.

Was this happening? Was this really happening?

It was only when someone shoved me into my room and locked me in that I realized that I was the one screaming and clawing at the door.

I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. This was the lowest of all. It was evil, it was vile. It was horrible. The pain from being betrayed, rejected, and sold off morphed into something that I couldn't recognize.

Rage. Pure unfiltered rage roared through me. I was losing touch with reality. I could feel my sanity slipping. I was going rogue.

My blood was smeared on the walls as I continued to hit and scream. I don't know where the energy came from, but it fed me with strength.

I screamed for hours, breaking my puny fingers and wrists as I punched holes into the walls.

The door flung open after a while and Alex came in. His eyes flashed gold showing that his wolf was present. He growled at me and instead of fear, I growled back and lunged at him. My fists connected with his face.

Irritated he flung me away. But I was up on my feet in a second. I'd always been known for being fast. I was faster than most wolves. It was working to my advantage. My claws dug into his skin and I dragged them down.

He was stronger than me, so with little effort, he detached me from his body and held me by my neck. I didn't feel pain. I was powerful. I writhed manically in his grasp until I successfully lodged my claws in his cheek and dragged it.

He let out a scream and tossed me away. I fell out of the room and there stood Sofia terrified for her life. With a growl, I grabbed her hair and smacked her into the wall.

I dragged her back, ready to attack again. I was relishing in her fear and screams.

"She's going rogue!" Alex growled, slamming into me. "We have to put her down."

Knowing what was coming, I struggled until I was free and bolted out of the house to freedom.

Dawn

As soon as I was inside the forest, I shifted to my wolf form. I couldn't recognize myself or my wolf. I wanted to howl out, but the fear of being hunted had me running.

Then hunger came. I tried to ignore it until I began to feel dizzy. And so for the first time in my existence, I hunted by myself and ate to my fill.

I wanted to be as far away from them as possible. I wanted blood. I wanted to spill all their blood. I could feel my humanity slipping away and I loved it.

I ran, a blur through the night, feeling the wilderness beckoning. The moon watched silently as I tore through the forest, my senses heightened, and my instincts untamed.

I ran until I was bored of it. I transversed the forests but found myself unable to cross into another territory because I was still bonded to the pack.

I was losing my mind. I knew it. I loved it. I wanted to go fully rogue. I'd always been weak but this gave me power. I ran until I felt a change in the air and a delicious scent. I'd crossed into another pack territory but this was a neutral ground.

Loud music ricocheted from within it. It was a small clearing within the forest that housed a bar. There seemed to be a party going on within it.

Without even meaning to, I returned to my human form. I considered strutting in naked and killing anyone I found, but the idea of killing innocent people didn't sit right with me. I only wanted to wipe out my family.

I sighed. I hated that my humanity still lingered. After a while, I found some clothes and headed to the bar. I was on a mission to find the delicious scent that led me there.

The bar was dim, except for the flashing lights. People screamed at the top of their lungs and danced their sorrows away.

It was a world I'd never entered before, and the pulse of music guided me inside. The thump of the bass echoed the wild rhythm within me.

The atmosphere was electrifying. It was filled with laughter and clinking glasses. I allowed myself to be swept into the music, losing myself in the chaotic dance that mirrored the storm within. Bodies moved in a rhythmic frenzy, a sea of faces obscured by the haze of excitement.

Once in a while anger surged within me, a searing fire that threatened to consume my sanity but the music eased it away.

I thought about everything and nothing. I thought about how I didn't get to enjoy my life. I was a slave. I missed out on everything.

But it was too late now. I had embraced the intoxicating power and fearlessness that accompanied the descent into rogue territory. The thump of the music reverberated through my bones as I moved my hips. I allowed myself to succumb to the rhythm, dancing till I became one with the music.

Drawn by the irresistible aroma, I followed it through the pulsating crowd until I stumbled upon the source.

Amidst the vibrant chaos, my eyes locked onto the owner of the delicious scent that drew me here. He sat in a corner, his huge, viking features illuminated by the dim lights. His green eyes were fixated on me.

Without questioning the boldness that seized me, I approached and took a seat at his table. His first words, a single word, cut through the noise. "Rogue."

Laughter bubbled up from within me, an uncontrollable release. It was a wild and untamed sound.

Before I could respond, he stood, took my hand, and guided me to a quieter corner of the bar.

Giggling, I asked him, "Where are you taking me?" His gaze held mine, and I could feel the magnetic pull of attraction.

He was a beautiful male and more importantly, I could feel the power oozing out of him. I couldn't detect what type of wolf he was because my rogueness was clouding my senses. I didn't care anyway.

"You're a ticking time bomb. I ought to kill you." He responded gruffly. I could hear the seriousness in his voice, I knew he meant everything he said, but I couldn't care less.

Laughter spilled from my lips again. "Before you do that, grant me one wish," I retorted.

"Why should I?" He grunted.

"It's the last thing I deserve," I confessed. My anger began brewing again. "I deserve one last thing, don't I. After being treated like crap all my life."

He rolled his eyes. "Every rogue thinks they've lived crappy lives. It's your craziness talking."

I laughed bitterly. "Yes. How does being used as a slave in your father's house sound? How does being betrayed by your family and worked to death sound? Do you want to know why I'm like this? Today my mate betrayed me and slept with my sister and my whole family watched and applauded him. They hit me for feeling bad. He then rejected me without remorse. Like if it wasn't enough they blamed me for being too weak to pay off their debts and finally, they sold me off to an old dirty bastard to make babies for him!"

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and asked, "What's your last wish?"

With a daring glint in my eyes, I said, "Kiss me."

His reaction was a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Why?" he inquired.

"It's the last taste of humanity I want before you take it away," I confessed, vulnerability surfacing in my voice.

Within a second, he pushed me against the wall. "I'm angry on your behalf." He growled into my ears.

I loved the feeling of him against me. This was heaven. It was better than anything I'd felt in my entire life.

He leaned in, and our lips met in a collision of heat and desperation. The kiss was a chaotic blend of passion and turmoil, a fleeting connection in the unraveling chaos within me.

I smiled. I love that I denied Alex my first kiss. This man was going to kill me and he deserved my first everything.

He growled as we broke apart, I could see the conflict in his eyes. His wolf seemed to be trying to break through the surface. "Out of all things, why would you ask for that?" he inquired.

"Because even rogues deserve a taste of something beautiful," I replied, a wistful smile playing on my lips.

He let out another growl that shook me to my core. Then pulled me along.

"Fuck it, you're intoxicating." He said.

We were barely inside the room before our lips met again.

His hands roamed my body as he pulled me into the dark room. His fingers splayed over my waist as he ripped off the shirt I was wearing.

"Those don't belong to you." He growled onto my lips, they don't have your scent on them.

"Does it make you mad?" I tease and sucked his bottom lip.

He made a guttural sound and tugged down my pants next. The ripping sounds told me that there was no way those clothes would be usable after now.

I didn't care though. My body was too busy buzzing with awareness to think about the consequences. After all, I'd be dead after what was happening was over.

I could feel that dark part of me become bolder. The thrills running up and down my spine were only ramping up my insanity. My wolf was becoming unrecognizable and I was losing a grip on reality.

I held him closer and fumbled with his clothes, wanting to feel him, the way he was feeling me. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. My vision became blurry, my breaths rapid and regular.

"Hey." He said softly, his voice seemed far away. It's like I was being pulled under.

"Look here." He commanded, his eyes piercing blue eyes seemingly flickering to amber in the dark. "Fucking fight that insanity and be in the moment."

I blinked, my hands stilling as I found myself drowning in the authority of his wolf.

This would have been a good time to take a step back and really question who he was. Maybe if I was in my right mind, I would have cared. I would have been able to discern the hierarchy of his wolf. But the darkness and rage flaming within me only wanted satisfaction and cared for nothing else.

He stepped away from me and I whimpered, already missing his warmth.

He smirked, but the seriousness in his eyes froze me over. "You're not listening sweetheart. You're letting yourself go. Stop that."

The command in the last sentence slammed into me, causing me to stagger backward. I could feel it suppressing my rage. It was bringing back my weak humanity. I hated it. I think I hated him. He was ruining my moment.

I bared my teeth, unwillingly to let go of the unbridled freedom that came with my insanity.

He all but chuckled, "Defiant. I like it."

"What do you think you're doing!" I spat. I hated that despite my current annoyance with him, my body wanted him.

This was my chance to be as wild as I wanted for the first time in my 25 years alive and this stranger who smelt ridiculously good thought he could get away with ruining it!

I caught his eyes raking my naked body, unabashedly.

"Keeping you from self-destructing." He growled.

All traces of blue had disappeared from his eyes, his wolf was fully present now. Its power rattled me.

"Is this some kind of setup?" I asked bitterly. Why was it so hard to get anything I wanted?

"Fucking hell, Omega. Back down. You're seconds from turning full rogue."

I burst into laughter. The word Omega, hit hard. I've heard it every day of my life. I scorned it. It snapped the last thread of self-consciousness I had left and I lunged at him.

My fingers dug into his shoulders. He hissed and threw me off. His scent mixed with that of his blood was sending me into a frenzy.

A howl threatened to escape my mouth. In a flash, I was pinned against the wall, with his hot ragged breaths hitting against my skin.

"Who the hell are the fools that did this to you, sweetheart?" He barked. "Where are they?"

I stopped fighting him. Somehow, the fact that his anger was not directed at me, made me feel a lot better. I'd thought he was angry at me for attacking him, but he wasn't. The hot magma of anger that was threatening to erupt cooled down. And I purred.

"Fucking hell," he hissed, "You're a walking timebomb you know that?"

"Yes." I sighed, "End my misery."

He dragged my lips to his again, devouring and tasting me. I forgot everything I was and what I was becoming because of those sinful lips.

With a grunt, he snatched me off the wall and placed me on the bed. Together we undressed him, our lips never leaving each other.

His wicked tongue teased my body in ways I'd never experienced. His mouth rocked my hard nipples till I thought I would explode. His fingers, carefully skimmed and teased the most tantalizing parts of sensitive skin. And when he finally thrust into me, I swore I could see the stars.

We moved together in reckless unison, with me screaming in pure derision as he rammed into me until we both climaxed.

We were insatiable. One time wasn't enough. Neither was two or three. We went on and on until we were both exhausted. As I was slipping into the confines of unconsciousness, I told myself that this was the best way to die.

I knew he'd kill me before dawn broke. It was his duty. And I wasn't mad. I was happy.