The Lone Wolf Is The Fated Mate Of The Alpha

14 Years Ago...

Flames and smoke. The scent of it hung heavy in the air, causing Jessica to drop the fire wood she was told to collect. This couldn't be happening. Panic filled the young pup's heart as she turned and rushed back to the pack den.

"Maman! Papa!" Jessica called out, ignoring the cold of the snow that crunched through her human feet. It was too silent. Far too silent, and Jessica couldn't reach her parents' minds; it was as if everything was an empty void when she reached out to them. She should have shifted to make it home faster. She shoulder have listened to her other self's instincts that told her something was wrong. She should never left in the first place.

"Alpha! Madame Alpha!" She brushed through the trees, her heart pounding in her head as she suddenly stopped her eyes full of pure devastation and horror at the sight that lay before her. The den, the manor that sheltered the entire pack, it wasn't just burnt down to ashes and charred wood. Her friends, her family, everyone lay dead in the northern snow, their blood staining the ice red. She covered her sensitive nose as she moved closer warily, fighting a battle within herself not retch and not to cry.

What caused this...?

Who would do this...?

A familiar smell wandered into her covered nostrils, making her snap her head toward it and take off into a sprint, "Maman?! Papa?!"

She stopped, seeing their bodies that copied the others in their lifeless state. The tears that were fighting against her will finally won as Jessica fell to her knees at their limp bodies, "N-non... Maman...papa..." She reached out with shaky hands toward their bodies, scared to touch them in fear and denial that that was them, "Pourquoi? Pourquoi est-ce arrivé...?"

As she touched their heated fur, she wiped the ash a little of her parents' pelts, her 10-year-old form shook violently against them before she leaned back and cried in agony. "POURQUOI?!?" Her cries echoed into the night sky as they soon turned into howls.

~*~*~*~

14 years later...

"Now arriving in Jackson!" A man in the front of the bus bellowed, immediately waking Jessica from her sleep, her sensitive ears made her other self want to growl in annoyance. She lazily looked out the window, seeing the town and all of its surroundings for the first time. She inhaled deeply, blinking her orange to blue-grey eyes as she sat up in her winter clothes she brought from Illinois.

"...I should have stayed in Cheyenne," She thought to herself, but quickly shook her head of the thought. She needed to get out of Wyoming-in fact any mountain ranges-period. As a lone wolf, a young omega lone wolf, she couldn't risk being in such a place where she always had to have her hackles up.

She brushed her dark auburn hair back, making sure the rest was safely tucked in her navy blue knitted beanie. She wrapped her matching scarf around tighter and put her backpack on. She really didn't need it as a wolf, but in January winter, it would look awfully abnormal to be seen in summer or even fall clothes.

As she exited the bus station, she looked around, sniffing the air once again, trying to make it look as normal to humans as possible without seeming strange or paranoid. If any packs were in this area, she needed to know. As a native werewolf from Quebec, she's traveled way too far to die now.

Knowing if there were other wolves around would let her know if she had a few months or a few hours to get out of there. Only problem now was that she was nearly fresh out of cash. If she needed to leave, she would have to do so in her wolf form. However, that was far more risky that using human transportation and she didn't want another experience like before.

"C'est tiguidou," She thought as she let out a sigh of relief, her wolf inside her too seemed to relax finally after the 7-8 hour long bus ride. She hadn't smelt any wolves.

Yet.

She opened her wallet and checked. Only $127 left. Enough to get out of town, but since she didn't smell any wolves, right now would be a good time to start earning more money, just in case the next town or city had any. She walked through the town, taking in more of the surrounding sights and scents, looking for help and wanted signs.

She slowed when she saw one in a small café. She gave a slight smile as she walked in, people chatting away, ignoring her existence past a curious glance to see who came in.

She walked timidly up to the counter and sat down, trying her best not to look around and sniff the air again. A blonde and busty middle aged waitress approached her with a smile, her tall frame seemed full of confidence and cheerfulness as she walked, "Can I get you anything, hon?"

"No thank you," Jessica replied politely. Without a second look, the waitress turned on her heel. "Wait, ma'am," Jessica stopped her, "Actually I was...looking for a job here."

"A job?" The blonde came back.

"Yes please. I'm a bit new to Jackson, and I was wondering if I can have a job at least for awhile, or do you know anywhere that could hire me," Jessica told her.

"For awhile?" The blonde stared and then smirked, "You're gonna have to talk to the manager, hon. Sounds like you're unreliable."

"I know. I'm sorry. Things have been a bit rough, and it's hard for me to stay in one spot for too long... Is he here? The manager?" Jessica spoke with a little tentativeness.

"She is," The waitress corrected, leaning against the counter toward her, "...And we have been short a few hands... I'm sure she'd hire you. If you have any experience, and past employers don't have any complaints that is. Do you have a resume on you?"

Jessica nodded as she then turned and reached for her resume in her backpack, handing over to the waitress, "It's not too bad is it?"

The waitress whistled as she looked through the pages, "You've obviously been places, hon. Haven't seen a res like this...well...ever. Where are you from?"

"Around," Jessica shrugged a bit nervously, "I was born up north."

"I can see that..." The waitress read through her resume pages, "Yep...I'm sure...she's definitely going to hire you."

"Really?" Jessica brightened up, "When might I be able to talk to her? Maybe schedule a meeting?"

The waitress looked up and smiled at her, "She doesn't expect that much. I'm the manager, hon."

The slight surprise on Jessica's face made the waitress laugh as she held her hand out to her, "My name's Kathy. Kathy Adams. What's you're name, hon?"

"Jessica. Jessica Mint," She shook Kathy's hand.

"Think you can start tomorrow at 7 a.m, Jessica? As I said, we're short a few hands."

"Yes, ma'am," Jessica nodded, her smile on her face showing.

"Now, now. I told you my name. I'm too young to be called ma'am," Kathy winked.

"But old enough to visit a bar, little girl?" A middle-aged man rose his coffee cup.

"Oh shut up, Tim. I wasn't talking to you, was I?" Kathy grabbed the coffee pot, feigning a pissed off look as Tim started laughing, earning a few grins around their playful banter.

Jessica smiled, thinking to herself, "What a tight-knit community."

~*~*~*~

Jessica walked in the Motel 6 room she paid for, and threw her backpack onto an empty chair wearily. She would need to pay for the place with her first pay check or find a more suitable, temporary home, but for now this would have to do. She let out a heavy sigh as she lay on the comfortable double sized bed.

She hadn't laid in a bed nearly 3 years since she had a run in with a pack in Minnesota. Even before then she knew how hostile packs could really get against rogues or lone wolves, regardless of their position in the hierarchy. Hell, she's seen how hostile some can be to their own.

She's been on the run ever since she was 10, but she's been a part of two other packs since then, and both packs were hell.

A pack in Ontario abused the shit out of their omegas, considered them expendable bodies. She remembered when a Theta male, a rank just barely higher than her own, vent his anger out on an omega male since he had lost at his challenge for a Delta position. The poor Omega was forced to stay put, unable and not allowed to defend himself as his mate and pup watched him get severely beaten and eventually killed in front of them, and yet, the rest of the pack ignored it as if that was a daily and normal ordeal.

It wasn't until one of a neighboring pack's Betas mate, one of the female Omegas from that pack and helped revolt against them did she escape in the chaos.

The pack in Pennsylvania was no better, as the treated their females like dirt as well. Only difference was they saw them only fit for breeding more male pups.

She recalled all the times she had to get beaten for failing to comply with the males of her rank's needs, and when she watched an unmated female beta be forced to blow and be ravaged by a bunch of unmated Deltas like a piece of meat. That pack had less care about honor and pride in the ranks than the pack in Ontario; they were pigs, not wolves.

How she escaped them, she didn't know or care to remember. When she nearly lost her life in a run-down in Minnesota, that became the final straw. She refused to ever again join a pack, despite how lonely and hard it was to be without one. She was going to find a place that was not only pack free, but had no other wolves in general. Somewhere inside of her, she and her wolf knew that that would be an impossible feat, but she had to try. Maybe she could go to Hawaii or another small island country of some sort? Madagascar? Who knows?

She closed her eyes as she remembered her original pack in Quebec. They were nothing like the other packs she's been with or seen. There were a lot of laughs, kindness, omegas may have been the weakest, but they weren't looked down upon, and the Alpha Pair led and protected the pack firmly, but with big hearts in such a way that made her wolf howl in longing, pain, and sadness.

She then remembered the fire that day so long ago and their massacre. She knew they were neither the largest nor the strongest pack in Quebec, but it wasn't the fire alone that killed them, it couldn't have been. Someone had to have killed them, but as an omega, she couldn't find out who did it. Even if she tried and did do so, what could she have done?

She exhaled sorrowfully and sat up a bit as she tried to once again rid herself of those haunting memories and images, removing her scarf, the grey coat that covered her curvy yet athletic build along with her 34C boobs under her olive green turtle neck, and the beanie and letting her shoulder blade length hair fall down behind her as she fell back on the bed once again. As she lay in lonesome silence, sleep overtook her as she curled into a ball as if that would protect her from the past and the future.

~*~*~*~

Pine trees. Shrubs. Cool water. A river. Fresh uncut grass. Remnants of recent snowfall. Jessica opened her eyes as she stopped sniffing the air, "A forest?" She looked around. How had she gotten here?

"Wait," She looked down at herself, seeing that she was no longer in her turtle neck and matching jumper pants. She wore nothing but her own olive colored skin, her brown nipples perked against the cool breeze, and chest rose gently with each breath, "This is...a dream..."

Regardless, she breathed in the air once more and a familiar and almost long-forgotten feeling rushed through her body, mind, heart, and soul. She felt...

Free.

It almost made her cry; she hadn't had this feeling in a long time. It was a freedom that she never thought she'd feel again, or even in the near future. The desire to shift, just because she wanted to, not to run away, hide, or protect herself, but just purely to run, to feel the earth, grass, or snow beneath her paws, the air against her fur, and the moon on her back...

She looked down in front of her at the sound of approaching steps and saw her other self, her wolf self. She had white fur along with golden blonde fur on her paws and tail, and grey fur under belly. Their eyes matched with the only difference being that her wolf's eyes seemed brighter. She was beautiful.

Her wolf approached her and moved her muzzle in her hand in a loving and welcoming manner. Jessica smiled at her wolf, greeting her with pet on her head, and with the same thought in their mind, took off into a sprint through the forest. They ran as one, brushing up against the same pine, jumping the same logs, every breath and beat in their hearts in perfect sync, everything together.

However, something caused them to stop their fun and freedom all too quickly. Her wolf stopped, her fur standing on ends as she looked over her shoulder, sniffing the air swiftly and cautiously before quickly turning and growled deeply, almost threateningly.

"W...what is it?" The sudden changed in her wolf shocked her, and she didn't understand why. She found out the moment she heard a howl not to distant them. Why was there another wolf here?

She wanted to run away. She felt even in this dream state that she couldn't face against another wolf, but she was compelled to stay there as if it were some pull, some force that bound her to that spot. She looked down once again at her wolf, who continued to growl intensely as the howling came close, and the sound of paws could be heard.

Jessica's lips quivered and her heart beat rapidly as she sensed what her wolf was about to do. "No...please don't do it," She thought to herself and to her wolf, "Please..." Her wolf didn't yield to her as she then charged and lunged at the unfamiliar wolf. Jessica dare not look at them; the sounds being enough. She could easily tell what was going on from that.

The sound of her wolf's paws circled around the foreign wolf. All too soon, she heard her wolf yelp slightly as the fight once again began. The clashing of claws and teeth continued as they growled, barked, and snapped at each other, the snow, grass, leaves, twigs, and even the bark of the trees making just as much noise and telling her every detail that was happening until finally her wolf yelped once more, the sound of a body falling ricocheted through the forest floor.

Jessica flinched when it did, her body starting to shudder as if suddenly cold, however, she felt the anticipation her wolf felt, the heat that started to pour from her core and making its way through her body. The other wolf growled throatily, forcing her to submit.

All fell silent for awhile before she heard the sound of their bodies shifting against the grass and snow. Her wolf began to whimper wantonly as the other wolf growled only lightly, forcing her wolf to raise her rear and move her tail to the side for him. Jessica's heart rate increased and her blood began to feel like fire as the wolf sniffed her at first before licking her wolf's entrance in quick strokes and then long and torturous ones.

Her wolf mewled at the torturous pleasure, the sound of her paws trying to push her pussy closer echoed through Jessica's mind. At that the unknown wolf plunged his lengthy tongue deep within her, earning a howl from her, and a gasp from Jessica.

Finally, what felt like forever yet only minutes, the wolf ceased his pleasing tongue and pulled away, earning a lustful and dissatisfied growl from her wolf at the emptiness and a quivering pant from Jessica, but none too soon, he mounted her.

His cock started to enter her other self, her wolf's tight and ready sex welcoming him into her, causing Jessica to let out a cry and her legs to weaken, her body felt like liquid fire and the heat burned from her core.

Mate.

The word rang in her head, her wolf yelping, whimpering in pure ecstasy as the unknown wolf pushed himself inside her to the hilt before pulling out halfway and back in primal, steady thrusts.

This is our mate.

Jessica shook her head in denial, but her body and her wolf proved otherwise as the sounds-the feeling-of their rutting continued with more whimpers, yelps, and growls. Their fucking sped up as she could sense-no-feel his knot starting to form inside her other self, form inside her, their whimpers and growls becoming more and more desperate for release.

In that sudden moment when they were about to go over the edge, bare arms encircled around Jessica's shoulders in an embrace, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her needy body to stop moving. The arms were muscular and bronze colored and whomever they belonged to breathed raggedly against her neck, matching the foreign wolf's, his black brown hair moving softly against her own.

With a growl in his throat, a husky, baritone voice passed his lips, causing her soul itself to melt as he spoke with lust and longing,

"Look at me."

"Order up!" The chef stated from behind the kitchen counter, ringing the bell, snapping Jessica out of her temporary daze. She turned quickly and fluidly as she grabbed the plate and glass from the counter before heading toward the elderly woman who had order it.

"There you are, ma'am," Jessica smiled at the woman, nothing giving away at the thoughts that clung to her mind, "I hope you enjoy you're meal."

"Thank you, my dear," The woman smiled at her as Jessica nodded her head and walked off to wait another table.

"You really know what you're doing, hon," Kathy told her as Jessica started to refill a few pitchers, "I hardly see business pick up this early in January. I don't know whether to be pleased or pissed at it."

Jessica looked at her, a small grin on her face, "I had New York to thank for the experience I guess."

Bull shit.

Though Jessica did work in New York for some time, she truly loved to do work like this, and as an omega, she loved to serve. It's been almost a week since she started working. If it weren't for the tips, she'd be out on the street again and looking for a new place to live. That was the least of her worries right now though.

Through out the week, she's been having the reoccurring dream of her, her wolf, and an unknown man and his wolf. Each time she thought about what happened in those dreams, heat would fill her and her heart would subliminally increase speed. She would always go into a daze whenever the memories would appear in her mind.

~*~*~*~

Earlier that week...

Jessica's eyes shattered open from the dream. The man's words, his voice, and their wolves echoed through her mind repeatedly, not aiding her pounding heart. Her lips quivered, licking them slowly as she looked down at her sweat drenched body before staring at the ceiling. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her in desire, the sound of his heart beat in her head, trying to sync with her own. Their wolves' love-making, each whimper, each growl shown that he would claim her as his own: a promise, a fate that would happen soon.

Jessica's hand traveled downward toward her navel, running her hand lightly against the cotton turtleneck. She pulled it up a bit, resting her hand over the actual navel, circling it with her middle finger before slowly trailing it up to her breasts, grateful that the bra she wore opened in the front.

She moved to her left breast, her nails lightly running over her skin as she fondled it only once before reaching her rock hard nipple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled south, going under panties and to her mound. She circled her finger in the curls before going lower and stroking her nether lips.

She was aroused and the wetness that now lies on her finger was proof of that, heat pouring from between her thighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small moan. She hadn't felt this way before; she's never done this before, especially after the pack in Pennsylvania.

Her other hand left her nipple and followed its pair. Boldly, she rubbed her free hand's pointer finger against her folds gently. Darer still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She rested there for a bit, trying to get use to the invading digit before she started to rub her clit and thrust her finger into herself slowly.

As she continued, her eyes started to glow; her wolf was there with her. Her eyes fluttered shut, hearing the man's voice-being the only thing other than his arms that she knew-echoed through her, making her pump and rub faster, earning another moan, but she bit her lip to hold back the carnal sound.

More.

She tried to put another finger in, but feared that she would break her maidenhead, so she instead rubbed directly onto her bare clit, making her scream out, almost yelp in the slightly painful, yet delicious feeling. She sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contracted against her finger as she arched her back and let out another scream as she came hard, her wolf letting out a howl of the same intensity in her mind. Her body shuddered with sexual high, this feeling new and glorious.

Yet...

Her wolf wasn't sated. She still wasn't sated. She wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, to caress her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, and mark her as his, forever and eternity. She wanted him to...she wanted him...she wanted...

She wanted?

She sat up on her elbows weakly, panting, and logic filled her mind again.

She couldn't.

She shouldn't want. She's not allowed to. It wasn't her place. She fell back on the bed, the deep sense of sadness and realization dawned on her. A lone wolf can't want, it focuses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if the Alphas allowed it, acknowledged it. Even someone as special as a mate. Still, deep inside her, she and her wolf couldn't help it. And the dreams only got stronger every night.

~*~*~*~

Jessica came out of her daze and jumped a bit, realizing she filled the coke pitcher pass the brim. Luckily for her, Kathy hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both haunted and captivated her mind. She backed away and headed to the tables that need them. At that moment, the café door opened.

Wolves.

Jessica sniffed the air only slightly, and her mind started to fill with panic, and her body stiffened in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whined in the back her mind, knowing that now would be a good time to leave and get as far away as possible.

Taking in another quick-a little too quick-breath, she smelt there were at least four of them. All of them male and definitely stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any wolves before...!" She thought to herself, keeping herself busy as to not draw attention to herself.

Too late.

She could hear them sniffing the area when they breathed, and out of the corner of her eye, she felt their gaze focus on her. She dare not look up. She dare NOT look at them. After she took the current table's order she turned, trying not to walk too quickly, but not too slowly so they could see her legs shaking in utmost dread and uneasiness.

As she walked behind the counter and placed the order down, Kathy came from around, carrying empty plates. Jessica gulped and cleared her throat before approaching her, "Um, Kathy?"

"Hm? What's up, hon?" Kathy stopped and looked at her, not catching her nervousness. Good.

"W-when is my shift over?" Jessica tried to keep the fear out of her voice and keep the politeness in.

"Oh," Kathy put the plates in the sink before coming back before her, looking at her wrist watch, "Well...we don't close for another half-hour..."

"Please," Jessica caught herself from sounding hasty, "I-I have some important things to do. I'm still looking for a stable place to live." That was the truth, but at the same time, underlying was the fact that she was looking TO live.

Kathy stared at her for awhile in uncertainty, thinking about it. She then huffed out a sigh through her nose, "....Fine."

Jessica felt relief and her chest seemed to relax a bit of the tension she knew she had, "Thank you so much-"

"But before you go, please serve those gentlemen over there. Thanks, hon."

Kathy pointed at the very objects of her despair.

Before Jessica could opt for a way out, Kathy had passed her and left already to clean up a table. Jessica's lips quivered and her body shook. She wanted to cry, she was so afraid. She was going to die. Not here in the café maybe, but she was definitely going to die. Why had she not followed her wolf's instincts-again-when she left Cheyenne and just made her way to Texas?

"P-pourquoi, Déesse de la Lune?" She thought to herself, trying to fight the dread and tightness in her chest as she turned and walked toward them in the calmest and most human way she could.

Who was she fooling?

If she could smell them, they could smell her. It was obvious that they had. There were indeed four men sitting down at the table. The one of the edge that was facing her looked up at her first, his light brown eyes absolutely serious, making her wolf whine again, but she did her best to maintain composure.

The one that stared at her first was a blonde, and even with him sitting down, she could tell that he was a big guy. Taller than the other three? No. Taller than her 5'6" height? Most definitely.

The one next to him was a brunette and taller than the blonde, but though he didn't look like he carried a lot of brawn on him, he looked like he could kill her himself if she gave him the chance.

The other two had light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair and from what she saw, they looked thicker in muscle than the other two; the one that sat closest to the window looked like he'd be the strongest of them, and would most likely be the leader.

Either catching the blonde's gaze or sniffing the air-neither really mattered-made all of them turn their attention to her, their eyes seemed to burn into her skull, ready to eliminate her, this unfamiliar female.

Jessica swallowed again, but she kept moving forward toward them. As she stopped in front of them, all was silent as she took her pen and pad out from her apron, trying to avoid shaking or dropping anything. She forced herself to speak out without showing any signs of fear, "Can I help you gentlemen?"