HEAT AND RUT (Alpha Lycan And His Omega Tiger)

(From 'When His Wolves Sing' Comes Another Epic Tale)

"What Is Fate, Alpha Of Alphas?"

The Alpha of all Alphas was standing in the center of the training grounds. The air around him seemed electrified as he paced, his long black hair flowing behind him like a cape. His dark eyes were locked on a figure that had appeared in the middle of the clearing. In an instant his eyes began to change colors, taken the colors of his fathers Wolves. His Beta had asked a question but he did not hear it over his own heartbeat and roaring blood within his ears. His wolfsbane arrow was already drawn and aimed at his target before he fully processed what he saw. His wolf was fighting for control, begging him to put down his bow, he must not take that shot! His other hand gripped tightly the string of the bow, ready to fire. "Alpha, wait!!" The voice rang in his head but he did not listen. Not until the arrow had left his quiver and embedded itself in the heart of his prey. He watched from afar as the body slumped forward onto the ground. His Beta was calling for him but he could barely register it over the pounding in his ears, the roar of blood drowning out every other sound except the one thing echoing over and over in his mind. 'Kill... kill... kill...' The Beta pulled him out of the trance he'd fallen into and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into his hands, crying.

Rafa, his Lycan roared within him. [ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!! ]

[ I killed our Mate, it's what I've done.] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there.

"You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy as a Mate, that is fate, My Beta." A new voice came from behind him. The Alpha Of Alphas turned, expecting someone else, a stranger, another Alpha perhaps. Instead he found a small child staring at him with large grey eyes filled with curiosity and a burning taste for revenge. He looked so much like him! So familiar! And yet something was wrong with this child.

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate.

Fate Just Got Badass.

And it will sting like bloody hell.

Rated: 🔞🔞🔞

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Chapter: 1.

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The full moon blazed brightly in the night sky. The wind blew softly, rustling through his hair, rippling the grass in its wake. The soft hum of cicadas filled the air, adding to the peaceful sound of the forest at night. He took a deep breath, enjoying the cool night breeze and calm nature that accompanied it. It was a rare moment to be outside and feel the crisp air on his skin. A few seconds longer he stayed still, listening to all the sounds and scents of nature around him. It was one of his favorite times. The Full Moon. He couldn't wait to let his wolf out, to watch him run, hunt, and kill, it was all too exhilarating.

He felt his Lycan stir within him and a smile tugged at his lips. "Come, brother. I need you out tonight." His words were said almost like a whisper, but his intent was loud, and clear in his mind. It was an invitation, a sign to come out. "It's our favorite night." He whispered again, letting his voice travel further into the darkness. His fingers curled as the familiar sensation of warm fur began to spread throughout his body. "Let's run, brother." the words had barely left his mouth when he began to shift. The change was instantaneous, from sitting still to running without a care in the world. His clothes melted away, falling to his feet as he stood in only his underwear. He felt the chill of the night air against his bare legs, it felt good.

"Hello, brother." Rafa roared and Conri chuckled comfortably from within. "Do you think this is the night we finally find our Mate?" Rafa said as he tasted the grounds with giant feet, his claws digging into the rocks of the earth and snapping them apart.

Conri sighed, he always asks the same question every other night of the full moon. As the third Lycan in six hundred years, he would say even his first shift shook his fathers to the core. He has never seen them more afraid. Now while his sisters and fathers stood on all fours, he stood on two legs, towering over them all, his eyes glowed brightly with a mixture of his fathers wolves and they were all Alphas. The great full Luna symbol was embedded into the large space of his back, having less fur the Luna glowed brightly on his back, and once the Elders gathered to behold what the twenty-year-old had shifted into they lowered their heads in submission to the Alpha Of All Alphas, even his Fathers and their proud beaming Demigod Omega, his mother.

They know he was their son and they trust that he wouldn't harm them but Conri saw the fear in their gaze and that night the Elders began casting calming potions for the Lycan which he drinks every morning before he left his bed and at night before he falls asleep. Rafa was wild, angry, aggressive, fierce, and never takes no for an answer but thanks to the spells Rafa is somewhat tamed.

Somewhat.

Now while Rafa took all the wicked traits, Conri tends to be more gentle, kind, loving, protective, and rational but every now and then he would find himself slipping into his wolf and they would become one, for now, the spell has kept them from going full savagery.

Without a Mate, both beast and man have become restless, their dosage of calming potions increased yet day by day Conri knew the potions would become defective no matter how much they upped the dosage.

It worries them.

Smiling, he responded to his wolf's question. [ I think we are cursed to roam the earth alone.] A warning rumble vibrated from within and Conri smiled. [ I know you do not fancy my choice of words but look at us, the Luna Goddess has forgotten about us isn't it obvious.] Rafa frowned. He understood Conri, after all since the new Tiger Clan moved into the neighboring town they've been in constant fights, if they weren't harassing their omegas they are claiming lands that don't belong to them or killing their warriors. The only one who can stop them and keep them afar is Conri and that is because he is the Alpha Of Alphas. The Lycanthrope they all feared.

At age fifteen both his sisters found their first shift and while he was excited to have his since they were triplets, he didn't shift. He thought something was wrong with his wolf. Troubled, he constantly pushed his Fathers to help him find a cure to ensure his wolf was well and after all, was said and done, he realized that there was nothing wrong with him so he was left with no other choice but to wait until his wolf was ready to come out. Well, that would take another five years. At age eighteen both his sisters once again found their Mates and here he was left alone, again.

Who said the Goddess hasn't abandoned them.

Left them to wander Mateless for the rest of their existence.

Well, at least he has his Lycan, he isn't so alone as he was when he hadn't shifted.

As for a Mate...

"I want us to have our Mate, it will make us very happy," Rafa whined, a little pout formed on the Lycan's face. As a Lycan, he has a shorter face, looks less wolf-like in appearance, and has far less fur than the other Werewolves. And seeing that pout sitting on his Lycan's face was priceless. Even a vicious Beast like Rafa can be cute sometimes. The thought made Conri smile.

A howl roared from Rafa as the Full Moon took its place and he felt his wolf stretch his paws, feeling the fresh air on his face and the wind brushing against his fur. He could smell the prey as well as the other scents of the land. His senses heightened as he began his usual hunt. He heard the rustle of leaves from behind him and grinned. The chase is on. He leaped forward, his teeth bared, ears twitching as they picked up even the faintest of movements, and his growls filled the air. The sound caused the animals to scatter, some fleeing back to their homes.

Usually, on a night like this, all the Packs gathered around and hunt together, then share a feast with the others at the end of the night but he is the Alpha Of All Alphas and the Lycanthrope which means, he doesn't share hunt and most definitely does not share his prey and when Rafa runs, he's very competitive and would hurt any Werewolves who dare tries to outrun or get in his way so to prevent a disaster from occurring, he hunts alone, feasts, and returns home to celebrate with the Pack.

Not even his Fathers would dare run with him on a night like this.

He turned his head and watched as the deer fled down the path they came from. The prey had given up on fleeing and instead tried to flee from the angry predator chasing after them. It was futile however as the wolf was quicker than any Shifter had any right to be. With a howl he jumped into the air and pounced on his prey, sinking his fangs into the meat. The bucks went limp as blood gushed down their throat, filling his mouth and nose as he drank the sweet liquid greedily. He growled happily before tearing off the rest of the animal's flesh.

Chapter: 2.

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A faint cry distracted him from his happy feast and once his eyes went in the direction his ears pointed to, a sudden smell wafted his way. With a snap of his jaws, Rafa turned towards the source and met nothing. The scent was strong; it was of wood fires and fresh herbs and it made his nose and his blood roar. Abandoning their fresh kill the Lycan sniffed the air, his sharpened nostrils picking up the scent of an omega, an omega in heat, alone on a full moon hunt night, and even worse she is releasing her pheromones in great amount that any Alpha could hurt her if they were nearby.

Fur prickled across the Lycan's spine in response to the thought, making him growl low in his chest. He was furious, angry that an omega would venture on such a hunt on their own, and enraged that they would go on a full moon hunt at all, unprotected and completely unaware of the danger they were in. He has given specific instructions that Omegas shouldn't be left alone unprotected. Omegas are very essential to the Pack and they're to be guarded at all times. If they're Mated then their Mates should be with them when they're going outside the boundaries of the Pack and if they are Unmated then a Beta must be with them. Yet, this Omega in heat is wandering alone.

It made him mad.

He just couldn't understand why they refuse to heed warnings knowing damn well that a Tiger Clan has moved in and is causing trouble.

He quickly caught the scent once again. The scent was weak yet strong enough to catch his attention. This time, there wasn't any other sound, only the rustling of the grass as the breeze passed through it. If Rafa didn't know better he would say she was waiting for him... but why. His eyes narrowed in thought as they traveled along the pathway until they found the source of the scent and he smirked. He could sense the omega in a clearing near the edge of the forest, by the riverbank. Licking the blood from his lips, Rafa growled low.

This Omega is in Heat and the strong pheromones she's released were starting to inflame his Rut and he hasn't had his Rut in years. Without a Mate, they had fought to keep their Rut in with magic and as a Lycan the Alpha of Alphas, only their Mate could bring out their Rut in such a rapid moment.

Stalking gently towards the oblivious omega, Rafa snarled loudly, his voice echoing through the trees as he stalked the omega, watching his target intently. As soon as his feet touched the ground he bounded towards the omega.

Caleb felt the strong Alpha pheromones that were starting to cloud the air that he breathed. He had sniffed it before but this time it was stronger. Turning to look behind he caught sight of the Lycan bounding strongly toward him.

He chirped and made to run away from him but that was futile. The Alpha's strong pheromones were starting to weaken him and he couldn't run any further than a few feet before he was falling into the grass and whimpering in both submission and arousal.

The scent of arousal was thick, the pheromones stronger, as the Lycan stood tall and proud staring down in shock at the Male Omega Tiger in heat.

They had thought it was a female, not that they had anything against them being male but a TIGER!!

It can not be right.

"A Tiger?!" Rafa growled annoyingly and the male cowered before him, whimpering and pressing his back further into the ground. "Is this a Joke!" Rafa growled again. "Our Mate is a filthy Tiger?! Tigers and Lycans don't Mate, what the hell is going on?!" The shock was evident in the Lycan's voice and not a lot shocks the Lycan but this...this was beyond both man and beast. The louder his voice grew the weaker the Tiger and the more Pheromones he released his smell was starting to irritate the Lycan.

The Alpha's rumbled growl sent shivers down Caleb's spine as his mind began reeling trying to comprehend what was happening to him. Rafa stepped closer to the trembling tiger. He noticed the markings on the male's body, similar to his own markings and he knew what they meant immediately.

The marks indicated Mates.

And this Tiger bore his Full moon.

His heart began pounding wildly. He was mateless?! Wasn't he supposed to mark his Mate before they can have his Markings? But for some reason, this Tiger already bore his markings. What does this mean?! Caleb whimpered again and closed his eyes tightly. He felt the heat rising around him, his heat was in full bloom, his whole body quivered uncontrollably and when he opened his eyes they were glowing golden. Rafa growled menacingly. He was going to rip apart that damn cat if he wasn't his Mate!

No, he refuses to accept a Cat for a Mate.

But that Damn Pheromones, he growled starting into the Cat's golden eyes with his multicolored ones and the Cat whimpered then slowly bared his neck for him in submission Rafa saw Red.

He pounced on the Cat, ripping open the skin around his neck with his razor-sharp teeth. The Cat let out a roar as the blood flowed from his wounds but still, he stayed on his back. The Lycan wasn't marking him, he was subduing him, forcing him into submission when it was clearly not needed, it was another form of rejection and it was painful yet the cat's pheromones reached out desperately seeking relief as the Alpha ripped into his skin.

Once he was satisfied he pulled his teeth away from the bleeding neck and met the Cat's eyes without bothering to help him heal knowing Tigers can't heal like Werewolves. How cruel.

"I command you to stop releasing your pheromones," Rafa spoke coldly in his human voice, his tone demanding and his eyes darkening. The cat flinched. His breathing became labored and the blood ran from his neck faster. "I do not wish to smell you and henceforth you are forbidden from ever coming remotely close to my Packlands. You are banned from coming near me. Leave and return to your Clan, and never come back, you hear? Never." The Alpha growled and the cat flinched again but nodded. Rafa didn't move. He stared at the scared-looking cat underneath him.

He had stopped releasing his pheromones, it forced his heat to cease and the Tiger was in so much pain and yet the Lycan wouldn't acknowledge that.

"Now leave!" He ordered again. The Cat hesitated. Rafa's eyes blazed dangerously.

"Do it now!! Or I'll turn you into the next dead fox, and everyone else in your clan!" he snarled. The cat backed away from the Alpha. Rafa waited until the cat was gone beyond the tree line before he relaxed. His eyes returned to normal and he took a deep breath to try to control himself before heading back to his Pack.

That night Rafa returned to the Pack before anyone else did.

The Moon was still high in the sky. There were still a few hours until sunset and yet the Lycan was ready to call it a night and that was what he did.

Fuck, that damn cat!