Two Alphas Fighting Over Me

"Harder!"

The alcohol had my mind all fuzzy-I could barely think straight as I wrapped my legs tightly around his solid waist, my hands moving over his body in a way that left no room for confusion.

He seemed a bit taken aback for a split second, but didn't say a thing. Instead, he picked up the pace.

I pulled him down into a kiss, desperate and messy. He froze for a second, then slowly held the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

His tongue dove in without apology, stealing every last bit of air from my lungs before he finally pulled back. I was breathless.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, his intense gaze locking on me. That voice of his dropped low.

"Ella, tell me. who am I?"

I gave him a dazed smile, staring up at him, mumbling, "You're... Oliver Davis..."

He didn't look away. A moment later, he shoved me down under him, and all I could do was hold on, arms flung around his shoulders.

Beads of sweat slid from his neck onto my fingers-he was burning hot. I leaned up and kissed him again.

The kiss dragged on, hungry and all-consuming. When we finally broke apart, I licked the base of his throat with a satisfied hum.

"Oliver, you're unreal..."

Just as my whole body was heating up, his hand slipped under my clothes.

He hiked up the white dress I was wearing, and I couldn't stop the sound that escaped my mouth.

-

Morning came, and I sat up, clutching my pounding head.

It felt like there was a rock concert happening in my skull.

The memories of last night hit me like a truck-I was huddled in a corner, heartbreak ripping me apart as I watched the one guy I thought I loved.

Jackson, the Alpha from the White Moon Pack, standing at that fancy party with his drink, laughing way too loud with everyone around him.

"Ella? She's just some stray Omega the Gru Pack picked up. Not even worth my time."

"She's just a toy. My mate's gotta be as strong as me."

Jackson stood there, surrounded by guys from his pack, laughing like it was all one big joke.

After my dad died, the Alpha of Gru Pack took me in. Ever since then, most people looked at me like I was just wasting space.

But I thought Jackson was different. For years, I followed him around like a shadow, thinking maybe-just maybe-he saw me.

Turns out, I was just a throwaway to him. A joke.

How could I have fallen for someone so damn heartless?

The pain burst out before I realized it, tears springing to my eyes.

That's when the curtains were pulled open, and sunlight came flooding in, blasting away the darkness.

"You're up?" a lazy voice asked.

I swallowed my sob, turning my head-and froze.

At the edge of the bed stood a man with piercing blue eyes, ridiculously handsome, arms crossed as he looked down at me.He was staring at me, looking a little amused. "Shouldn't you be the one crying right now, Ella Miller? You're the one who dragged me into the room, tore off your clothes, and jumped me, remember?"

It hit me who he was.

Oliver?

The Alpha from the Claw Pack?

Oh god, what have I done.

The bite mark on his flawless skin stood out like a sore thumb.

Then I saw the red mark on his neck-and froze.

I swallowed hard, hands clutching the bedsheet as I trembled.

That mark. I did that?

Yeah. No doubt.

Last night, I literally begged Oliver to stay. Wouldn't let him leave.

"Miss Miller, jogged your memory yet?" Oliver narrowed his eyes, clearly enjoying himself as he nudged me.

He let go and sat down beside me.

Bits and pieces from the night before came flooding back. I'd thrown myself at him-like, full-on top of him. Pretty shameless.

Thank god he kept his head and didn't mark me back.

Totally panicking, I stammered, "I-I'm so sorry."

"I get it. Ms. Miller has feelings for me," Oliver leaned in, the smirk on his face growing. "Or maybe. you planned this?"

No! He misunderstood. I didn't have a thing for him. Honestly, I never imagined one night would end like this.

The Claw Pack and White Moon Pack work closely all the time. I'd see Jackson often and tagged along whenever I got the chance just to glimpse him.

That meant I'd bumped into Oliver Davis a few times too.

He's known as the youngest Alpha in the Claw Pack-strong, respected-but never mated.

At the party last night, Jackson was busy flirting. His buddy John noticed me looking over.and totally got the wrong idea.

With a mocking smile, he said, "Oliver's a hotshot, all the females are into him. Ella, don't tell me you're falling for him too, you desperate little Omega?"

I was stunned, then shook my head firmly. "No. I only like Jackson."

Sure, Oliver was impressive-lots of admirers-but he never did it for me.

But then. minutes later, I actually overheard Jackson say I was just a fling.

Furious, I'd stormed off and pretty much threw myself at Oliver.

"Ella!" Oliver's face was so close. His voice steady but serious. "You can't just freeze up. Answer my question."

I snapped out of it and finally said, "I'll make it up to you, Alpha Oliver."

"So, Miss Miller." Oliver raised a brow, tone softer now. It helped-just a little.

"What's your plan to make things right?"

I heard my voice shake. "Um. I'll pay you. and take you out for dinner? Does that work?"

This was all new to me. And yeah, that was honestly the best I could come up with.Oliver smirked even more, teasing, "Miss Miller, are you asking me out to dinner?"

I panicked, realizing he got it all wrong again. "No-if that's inconvenient for you, I can just make it a cash payment instead."

He suddenly chuckled and grabbed my shoulders firmly-but not in a way that hurt.

"Ella, I gotta tell you, money's not a problem for me." He sighed.

Yeah, I had no comeback. Oliver was the wealthiest Alpha in the entire Claw Pack.

Whatever amount I offered probably wouldn't even be a drop in the bucket compared to what he made in a day.

If he wanted to, he could just call the Gru Pack's Alpha right now and throw me out without hesitation.

I couldn't let that happen. Being cast out as a rogue was the last thing my pride would allow. But what could I do to make him forgive me?

"I'm sorry. Alpha Oliver... if you want, I'll accept whatever punishment you give."

My voice came out dry, like it scraped through a sandstorm. I looked up at him, lost.

His expression shifted, that playful tone fading. He straightened and said coldly, "Miss Miller, someone saw you dragging me off during the banquet. An Alpha from the Claw Pack, sleeping with some random Omega? Think about what that means."

I nodded, feeling my stomach twist with regret over how stupid I'd been last night.

Ever since Oliver took over, the Claw Pack had been thriving.

A scandal like this could wreck their whole image, maybe even cause political fallout.

I dropped my gaze, voice barely above a whisper. "What should I do, then? Should I go talk to my father?"

I didn't mean my birth father-I was talking about Henry Wilson, the Gru Pack's Alpha.

He was my dad's old friend, and when my real father passed, he took me in. Without him, I would've been left on the streets.

Would he help me if I begged?

Then Oliver's hand slid to my waist. His voice was low and smooth, "I don't think that's necessary, Ella. There's another way."

His cool fingertips lightly brushed my cheek, his presence radiating that quiet Alpha dominance.

"The question is... are you willing?"

"Yes!" I blurted. "Please-whatever you think will fix this, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will."

I wrung my hands, waiting, but he didn't reply right away. My heart sank as silence stretched.

Then he tipped his chin up and looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Have a mate ceremony with me."

"...Sorry, what did you just say?" I asked, stammering, completely caught off guard.

Oliver didn't blink, just inched closer to me.

I could feel his hot breath fanning across my skin, his palm sliding under my clothes without hesitation.

He ran his fingers teasingly along my legs, and flashes of last night hit me all over again.

A whimper slipped out before I could stop it. He tilted my chin up with one hand.

"Just like that... just keep going," he murmured, voice low and full of heat.

His Alpha tone had my whole body buzzing.

My chest brushed against his arm, my eyes fluttering half-shut, tears threatening to fall.

He wasn't even inside me-just touching-but I could already feel my body begging for more.

This was instinct, raw and uncontrollable. Every inch of me screamed to be claimed by him.

But deep inside, something pulled me back.

"Ah... Oliver, please... stop," I gasped, close to sobbing.

Oliver paused, visibly confused, then moved his hand away and instead held my trembling fingers that clutched the sheets.

He backed off, no force, no pushing-just stopped.

His touch still lingered, though, like little shocks dancing across my skin where he'd just been.

My cheeks flushed, and I swallowed hard, embarrassed.

There was an odd emptiness creeping in as soon as his warmth left.

He glanced at me, frowning. "Don't tell me no one in your pack ever taught you how to mark your mate?"

I stared at him, completely missing the point of what he said.

His shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, shifting open more as he moved.

What lay underneath was... wow. Defined muscles, smooth and strong, every line perfectly sculpted.

Up close, it felt almost illegal to look.

A memory popped in-some of the she-wolves used to giggle and gossip about Oliver.

Since he didn't have a mate, they'd wonder what the new Alpha looked like under all those clothes.

Some even joked about being the one to undress him themselves.

And now, here I was, unintentionally seeing it all.

I never wanted to be in this position. but I had to admit, Oliver was ridiculously fit.

Was I seriously thinking about this right now?

I slapped my cheeks gently to come back to my senses.

"Of course I know. It's just... we're not a good match," I said carefully.

Before I could even finish, Oliver cut me off.

"Ella, you don't get to say no. Being my mate is your only choice."

His voice was steady, final. I watched his Adam's apple move as he spoke, a faint bite mark visible on his neck.

He wasn't joking. But I just didn't get it.

An Omega like me-one without even a wolf form-

Why would someone like him, the strongest Alpha, choose me?

Clutching the pillow closer, I stared at him like an idiot.

Maybe I drank too much last night. Maybe Jackson's words still stung a little too deep.My brain was still in sleep mode, so when I heard an Alpha say he wanted to be my mate, I honestly thought I was dreaming.

Wait, am I seriously living in some cheesy romance flick right now?

Got dumped, then BAM-the real deal shows up?

Just imagine me holding Oliver's hand, marching up to Jackson.

Shouting in his face, "I'm not that pathetic, low-tier Omega you looked down on!"

"I'm the mate of the strongest Alpha out there!"

Yeah... no. That kind of glow-up only happens in movies.

I gave my head a rough shake, trying to clear out those dumb daydreams.

Looking Oliver dead in the eye, I said, "This can't be real."

He was the youngest Alpha of the Claw Pack-tons of people probably fantasized about being with him.

Me? I was already shocked we even slept together.

Oliver gave me a once-over, then said calmly, "I'm not joking."

"Miss Miller, being my mate comes with perks. Like..."

"When we part ways as mates, you'll get half my assets."

His voice was like a smooth cello-deep and... annoyingly charming.

He stood, adjusted his watch like it was any other day.

I was just about to get dressed and climb out of bed when what he said hit me.

Half an Alpha's fortune? I froze.

I stared up at him, confused, only to be met with his calm, unreadable gaze.

"And right now, I'm the best option you've got."

Best choice?

He's not wrong. Every wolf dreams of two things-

Becoming the strongest Alpha or becoming that Alpha's mate.

But then I remembered what I heard last night.

"She's just an Omega! I need a stronger mate!"

I pulled on my underwear, tossed off the blanket, feet touching the cold floor.

Muttered under my breath, "Yeah."

Wolves are born with fated mates.

But for Omegas? That was never ours to dream about-not even me, the adopted daughter of the Gru Pack's Alpha.

The Claw Pack was huge. Their Alpha? Powerful, handsome-basically every she-wolf's fantasy.

Still, Oliver and I? We made zero sense.

I didn't even have a wolf form. I couldn't smell other wolves. Nothing.

But Oliver took my response as a yes.

He leaned in, took my hand with this genuinely happy look on his face.

"Miss Miller, just... think about it, yeah?"

His smile looked honest, almost too much so for someone like him.

I shut my eyes, every word Jackson said from last night replaying in my head.

For ten years, I followed him around like a shadow.

I always thought maybe-maybe-he didn't pity me. That he cared.

But last night ripped that illusion to shreds.

"Miss Miller, you should go have some breakfast," Oliver said cheerfully, helping zip up my dress like some kind of gentleman.

But just as he turned to leave, something in me snapped.

I looked up and suddenly yelled, "Oliver!"

He stopped right away and turned back, clearly pleased.

Those lake-blue eyes of his looked like they could drown you.Oliver's flawless face shimmered under the light as he smiled. "So, you've made up your mind?"

I couldn't help but stare at the bold hickey on his neck. The question slipped out before I could stop it: "Isn't mating with an Omega a problem for you?"

He blinked at me, looking like I just said something completely out of line.

Before he could reply, I muttered, "I'm not exactly anyone's idea of the ideal Alpha mate."

Oliver didn't move a muscle. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second his face got real intense.

Then, he relaxed a bit and let out a soft snort through his nose.

"Ideal? I'm an Alpha. I set the damn standard."

"Everyone in the Claw Pack follows my lead," he added, lifting his chin slightly, his tone suddenly chilled and confident, like a real Alpha king.

"We don't care about that stuff. Even if-"

He paused, then said coolly, "Even the White Moon Pack wouldn't dare question it."

I just stood there, stunned into silence.

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the calm rhythm of Oliver's breathing.

My eyes were drawn to him completely.

I finally saw it-really saw him. His features were flawless.

His sleeves were neatly rolled, arms folded across a chest that looked like it belonged on a statue. His muscles were all definition and strength, like they were practically inviting touch.

And those eyes. they shone brighter than the finest sapphire. One second too long and you'd get lost in them for good.

".Damn, he's hot! Honestly, just one night with him would be totally worth it."

"I could kiss him right now. That body, those muscles."

I thought of those female wolves who used to talk about Oliver with stars in their eyes, dreamily going on about his strong arms, his pretty face, and that dominant energy that made every she-wolf weak in the knees.

Well, last night, I found out exactly what all the hype was about.

"Damn, baby, you're on fire!"

He tore my clothes off like a beast and moved on me like he could never get enough.

"Ah. Oliver. that feels amazing!"

I wrapped myself around him, clinging tightly, moaning without shame.

His body trapped me, his arms like steel, leaving me no room to run-only to feel him.

But. was that wild woman last night really me?

I cringed just remembering it.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, waving his hand slightly. "Miss Miller? You're really into the view, huh? It's okay-if you're unsure, I can give you more time."

"No," I cut off the heat in my brain and pushed aside the blurry memories. My voice steadied. "I've made my decision."

"I'll be your mate." I said it loud and clear.

Oliver's shoulders loosened, and he looked at me with soft eyes, his sharp features taking on a relaxed warmth.

Then he chuckled, pride flickering in his smile as he reached out his hand to me.

"Come on, sweetheart. From now on, you're my one and only."

I slipped my hand into his, fingers brushing against his warm palm, and slid on my heels while Oliver stood quietly beside me.

Then I asked, "So... when's the marking ceremony?"

Oliver moved smoothly, fastening the necklace around my neck and adjusting the lace at my chest.

Compared to how he had roughly groped me yesterday, his touch now was surprisingly gentle-like fluffing feathers instead of grabbing flesh.

I shivered a little. There it was again-that weird, burning pulse of desire from just his touch.

God, what's wrong with me? Am I just wired this way?

He paused for a second at my question. "I think we could do it today."

"Today?" I turned to look at him, genuinely surprised.

I mean, yeah, I wanted to get this over with, the sooner the better. But the thought also made my stomach twist.

"Something wrong?" he asked, sharp as always. His fingers brushed my face, and I instinctively leaned away.

"No," I muttered. "Today's fine. I just... might be a little anxious, that's all."

I shut up then, and he gently ran his fingers through my hair.

His touch trailed slowly from my cheek to my shoulder, down my back-it was comforting, until his hand landed on my butt.

Flushing, I shot him a glare.

Then he held my face firmly in his hands, eyes locked on mine, his tone warm but fierce.

"Ella, I've already claimed you as Luna of the Claw Pack. From this moment on, just remember one thing-I, Oliver Davis, am your only mate now."

That smug smile on his face-ugh, it should've annoyed me, but it didn't.

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

Every time I looked him in the eyes, it was hard to ignore how stupidly attractive he was. The guy practically screamed Alpha without saying a word.

I couldn't even catch his scent, but the pressure he carried with him? It was overwhelming.

Something inside me just wanted to drop to my knees, to give in.

But I fought it. Forced myself to hold his gaze like we were equals.

Still, I had no idea why he pushed this mate thing so fast.

Mate. That word alone made my chest tighten.

Other than Jackson, I never imagined having someone else as a mate. Especially not for an Omega like me-it's just... hard to wrap my head around.

Oliver grinned at me playfully, clearly in a good mood, but he looked ready to head out.

After checking the room briefly, he gave me a wave. "Time to go, sweetheart."

I lifted my hand and touched the necklace around my neck, a familiar ache twisting in my chest.

Jackson had given it to me for my birthday-handmade, pure silver.

He said it was custom-made from a small workshop.

It wasn't expensive, not even close. But I'd always loved it. Every little curve and detail.

I only wore it to pack dinners or formal events. Only when it mattered.But now, all that necklace does is remind me of pain-it's lost all the warmth it used to hold.

Oliver was staring at my hands, eyes fixed on the necklace dangling from my fingers.

His brows drew together, and he didn't look too pleased. "Ella, you're upset. What's going on with the necklace? I ripped it off last night, did I break it?"

I sniffled and shook my head slowly, forcing a small smile. "No, it's nothing special. Just some old jewelry."

I brushed myself off a little and reached over to grab my phone from the nightstand-it still had a bit of charge left.

When the screen lit up, I blinked in surprise. I had forty missed calls.

All from Thomas Wilson... the son of Gru Pack's Alpha.

Also, technically my foster brother-not that we've ever been close.

We rarely talk, so if he's been blowing up my phone, something serious must've happened. My gut said something went wrong at the Gru Pack again.

Panic got hold of me, and I spun toward Oliver. "Sorry, I need to make a quick call."

Oliver tilted his head a little, clearly thinking back. "Your phone was ringing like crazy last night while we were, you know... otherwise occupied."

"Probably something urgent from Gru Pack," I said quickly, already dialing.

My fingers trembled, heart racing, each ring making me more nervous. I just hoped everything was okay.

But when someone picked up, it wasn't Thomas. A strange male voice came through the line.

"Thank god you finally responded. Miss Ella, please get down to the station right away! Your brother, Thomas Wilson, got into a fight with Alpha Jackson last night. Both of them are in custody!"

I froze for a split second, then fumbled over my words. "O-okay, I'm on my way. Sorry!"

I grabbed my stuff and made a beeline for the door. Oliver had been quietly watching the whole time.

He caught up behind me, looking puzzled. "You seem freaked out. Something wrong?"

"My brother... Thomas Wilson," I said, pausing with a heavy breath. "He was in a fight last night and got arrested. He spent the night in a cell."

"I need to bail him out now."

Oliver blinked like he didn't expect that, but then shrugged it off. "A brawl, huh? No worries. My lawyers are the best in the game-he'll be fine. Let's go together."

I nodded numbly, and he draped an arm around me as we walked to the car.

But my head was spinning from that call.

What the hell made Thomas go after Jackson?

He hadn't even shown up at the banquet last night-said he hated that kind of formal crap.

And I know how much he despises Jackson, but I'd told him before: no matter how much you hate the guy, don't touch him.

Jackson's a White Moon Alpha. And Thomas hasn't even taken over Gru Pack yet.

Starting a fight now? Something's off. I need to find out why.