Mine

A cascade of stuttering breaths hitched in the young omega's chest, his heart pounding in erratic rhythms, each beat a thunderous echo in the silence of the room. Tremors, like icy tendrils, crept along his spine, sending shivers that seemed to have a life of their own.

As he burst into his Alpha's room, the tumult of his inner turmoil mirrored in his eyes, the Omega couldn't help but question the gravity of his commitment.

Just who had he entwined his fate with? It was the first stark realization that struck him as he stood there, amidst the uncertainty clouding his mind.

His hesitant cerulean gaze swept across the disarray that sprawled before him, drinking in the chaos that had unfolded. The pristine white walls bore scars of deep claw marks, etched into their once unblemished surface. In a corner, a nurse lay sprawled, her form unnervingly still, as though life had been abruptly snatched away from her.

Upon spotting the brunette nurse's rhythmic breaths, Alex's racing heart found a moment of solace, reassured by the simple yet vital sign of life. Perhaps, despite the chaos surrounding her, she had only succumbed to unconsciousness, a temporary respite from whatever ordeal she had endured.

With a heavy exhale, Alex surveyed the scene, his gaze falling upon the overturned sofas, the disheveled television, and the tangled mass of toppled plants. The room, once a sanctuary reserved for the pack's VIPs, now bore no semblance to its former prestige, lost amidst the wreckage of turmoil.

The VIP rooms held a special significance within the pack's hierarchy, reserved exclusively for those Alphas who offered invaluable contributions in the form of protection and strategic prowess. These chambers were the domain of warriors and masterminds, individuals whose skills and dedication elevated them to positions of honor and privilege within the pack's intricate social fabric.

"N-no! Pl-please, C-c-Commander Celeste! Get back to--stop!" Before Celeste, still cloaked in her ebony wolf form, could sever the senior doctor's head from his body who had been pleading for his life, Alex's gasp pierced the tense air. With a surge of courage, he lunged forward, enfolding Celeste's form in a desperate embrace from her front side.

In doing so, his left arm bore the brunt of her savage claws, rending it open in a bloody gash. The doctor, oblivious to Alex's intervention, screamed in terror, scrambling away in a bid for survival. His panicked flight, however, was short-lived as he stumbled over the remnants of the recent chaos, his escape thwarted by the very table from which he stumbled and fell forward on the floor in a frog style with a loud thud.

Despite the searing pain coursing through his body, Alex remained rooted in place, unwilling to withdraw from the comforting presence of the wolf's massive form. Celeste's wolf, towering in stature, enveloped him in its protective embrace, its sheer size dwarfing his attempts to encircle it fully.

With arms outstretched to their limits, Alex surrendered himself to the depths of the wolf's stygian fur, seeking solace amidst the tumult of his trembling form.

Alex clamped down on his lower lip, a desperate attempt to stifle any inadvertent sounds that might betray the agony coursing through him. With wavering doe-like eyes, he cast a glance upwards, seeking reassurance in the demeanor of his Alpha. Yet, what met his gaze was a sight that stirred conflicting emotions within him, leaving him both bewildered and utterly stupefied.

Alpha Celeste engaged in an internal dialogue with the quivering beta doctor, who struggled to rise from his position on the floor. His attempts were abruptly halted as he received a mind link from the 'second in command,' compelling him to open himself to communication. Reluctantly, he acquiesced, immersing himself in the silent exchange with the Alpha. Meanwhile, Alex, consumed by worry for the doctor's well-being, could only offer silent prayers for his betterment.

A sigh escaped Alex's lips as the doctor nodded in acknowledgment and rose unsteadily to his feet, departing the room with shaky steps. With a final click, he closed the door behind him, leaving Alex momentarily relieved. However, his peace was fleeting as he felt the presence of his Alpha drawing near, her breath hot against his neck as she sniffed delicately. Slowly, her nose trailed down from his throat to his clothed chest, pausing there as she absorbed his scent with a vexed air.

A shiver raced down Alex's spine as a low, menacing growl reverberated through the room, its intensity leaving no room for doubt. He recognized the ominous sound only too well, for he had hoped against hope that this confrontation would never come to pass. Despite his fervent prayers and silent pleas, fate had conspired against him on this fateful day.

The lingering fragrance of Alpha Katherine enveloped him still.

Indeed, erasing an Alpha's scent proves to be a formidable challenge, as it signifies more than just a mere fragrance—it's a territorial claim. Katherine, in her Alpha essence, marked him, ensuring that her presence lingered on him like an indelible stamp.

This deliberate act served as a warning to other female Alphas, signaling that his body belonged to her and her alone.

With uncertainty clouding his thoughts, Alex found solace only in silent prayer, his fingers quivering as they gripped the fur of the wolf supporting his weight. Weak and unsteady on trembling legs, he stood, unsure of what course of action to take. Just as he was preparing to offer some feeble explanation, perhaps with a vague reasoning yet to be decided, the same doctor burst into the room.

Fixing his gaze on the young omega, he delivered his announcement with a sharpness that cut through the tension, suggesting gravely that the old man's life hung in the balance.

"Child, your Alpha has arranged another room for your injuries to be tended to. Please come with me," the doctor stated, his voice a mix of urgency and reassurance. Then, with a wary glance towards the simmering Alpha, he continued, "And Alpha Celeste, I implore you to regain control. Your potent pheromones are exerting a dominant influence on the other patients in your wing, causing significant disruption to their well-being."

"Oh, crap!" Those words slipped out, and in an instant, the old beta doctor found himself on the receiving end of the iciest, most menacing glare of the century. It was as if a chill wind had swept through the room, freezing him in place. At that moment, he couldn't help but entertain the metaphorical notion that if looks could kill, he'd already be six feet under. With a gulp, he swallowed down the fear that had gripped him even before stepping foot into the perilous domain of the Alpha's room.

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In a haze of consciousness, Alex found himself drifting in and out, his vision flickering like a faulty light.

It seemed that his senses were playing a cruel game of hide-and-seek. Little did he know, the wound inflicted by Celeste was far more dire than he had initially realized, which drained him of far more blood than his body could afford to lose.

In response to Alex's condition, the doctor administered a potent dose of painkillers, as the intense agony rendered his arm immobile. With the young omega in agony, the doctor sought to minimize his suffering, preparing a shot of anesthesia to ensure that the stitching of the wound would proceed without subjecting Alex to the harrowing sounds of his own pain-filled cries and whimpers.

From a tender age, that beta doctor harbored a fondness for omegas, a sentiment that only deepened when he became a parent to a male omega himself. This newfound role ignited within him a profound sense of care and protection for others of his kind, surpassing even his own expectations. Witnessing Alex in agony tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with an unbearable ache. For him, the well-being of omegas was not merely a notion, but an unwavering conviction.

In his eyes, omegas deserved nurturing and safeguarding, rather than exposure to peril or persecution—a belief he staunchly upheld in society's ever-evolving landscape.

This conviction stemmed not just from his compassionate nature but also from the enlightenment gained through years of dedicated medical research. Delving into the intricacies of omega biology, he uncovered truths that further softened his heart, leaving him more empathetic than ever before. For him, gender mattered not; an omega, be it male or female, epitomized fragility and vulnerability, an irrefutable fact etched into the very fabric of existence.

The maltreatment, murder, exploitation, enslavement, or trade of an omega only serves to unveil the truly monstrous nature residing within an individual.

Alex's breaths came in ragged gasps, each exhale was a testament to the agony coursing through him. His heart hammered against his ribcage, its frantic rhythm a reflection of the intense pain and fear engulfing him at that moment.

With a sluggish movement, his head shifted to the other side, a silent plea to escape the sight of his wound being tended to. Yet, against his expectations, his heavy-lidded eyes were drawn into a mesmerizing trance by the gaze of Alpha Celeste. She loomed over him in her towering wolf form, her intense eyes fixed on the cleansing of his wound from the left side of his bed.

Uncertain whether he was lost in a daydream or if the medication was playing tricks on his mind, Alex pondered the anomaly before him. Scarlet eyes were the hallmark of every Alpha wolf, yet here was Celeste with eyes that seemed to blaze with a deeper hue, a crimson intensity that defied explanation. A shiver of fear coursed through him as Alpha Celeste locked her gaze onto his wavering cerulean eyes, leaving him unsettled by the intensity of her stare.

They locked eyes for a brief moment before Celeste gently nuzzled her nose against his clammy neck, offering a soothing gesture as Alex finally drifted off into the world of dreams.

With the shot prepared, the nurse stepped aside, allowing the doctor to approach. As the needle pierced his soft, milky skin, Alex couldn't help but jolt in painful surprise, emitting a few whimpering cries. The sensation left his skin sore, a lingering reminder of where the injection had penetrated.

Celeste continued to nuzzle her nose against Alex's soft, porcelain skin, pouring out every ounce of affection she could muster to soothe her omega. His pain stirred something deep within her, unraveling her usual composure and leaving her feeling unexpectedly tender and unsettled.

Unable to meet her omega's gaze as he slipped into unconsciousness, Celeste lingered faithfully by Alex's side throughout the entirety of his two-hour treatment. Once the doctor and nurse had finished bandaging him up and departed, Celeste approached cautiously, mindful not to disturb Alex from his deep slumber with any unexpected sounds or movements she might inadvertently make.

She inclined her face close to her mate's neck, breathing in his scent with an intensity born of longing. Slowly, her exploration trailed down to his chest, where she detected an unfamiliar aroma—an intrusion upon the sanctity of her omega's body. Her nostrils flared in a mix of disbelief and indignation as she recognized the culprit Alpha responsible for this forbidden marking.

Celeste reverted to her human form, yet her eyes retained their crimson hue, a striking contrast against the pallor of her skin. Sensually, she ran her tongue over her lips, a wicked smirk playing on them—a sinister expression hinting at a hunger for something… forbidden, something inherently wrong.

Advancing gracefully, Celeste approached a nearby chair where the beta doctor had left a robe for her to don after shifting back into her human form. With a fluid motion, she draped the soft, white fabric over her nude body, lending an air of modesty before embarking on her purposeful stride towards someone she intended to deliver a warning to personally.

Her very presence was a dire omen, signaling imminent danger to anyone who dared to cross her path. Drenched from head to toe in a thick layer of blood, with even the robe she wore stained with blood from the collar down to her arms' sides, she exuded an aura of malevolence that was palpable.

Her appearance was a warning in itself.

The heavy darkness that clouded her narrowed crimson eyes seemed to transform her into someone unrecognizable as if another entity had taken possession of her body. While Celeste was known for her ruthlessness, she had never been considered demonic. Yet, in this diabolical guise she now wore, she appeared to embody a sinister force beyond mere mortal comprehension.

Securing the robe tightly around her form, Celeste made her way toward Alex, who lay in tranquil repose, lost in the depths of slumber. She watched him, his peaceful breaths a soothing melody in the quiet room, silently hoping that he would remain in his peaceful slumber for a while longer.

Running her slender, pale, and calloused fingers through the omega's soft, brunette locks, she spoke in a husky tone laced with intimidation. "You had the audacity to let anyone but me lay a hand on you?" Her words dripped with a mixture of possessiveness and authority. "I suppose I'll have to remind you of your place, little omega. But first, let's ensure you're fully healed. And as that happens, I'll take care of the dirt who dared to mark you with her scent, my dear mate." With a final assurance, she whispered, "Rest well, my love. And I'll be right back."

With a final sweep of her fingers, Celeste withdrew her touch before striding purposefully toward the room's door, exuding an aura of dominance that left no doubt about her authority. As she stepped out and closed the door behind her, she marched forward with a singular motto echoing in her mind before setting the tone for her endeavors throughout the day.

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Alpha Katherine lounged in her opulent chamber, casually savoring her tea amidst the grandeur of her surroundings. The room exuded an air of regal sophistication, adorned in a palette of dark grey and light blue, with accents of shimmering black diamonds tastefully scattered throughout. Every detail was meticulously arranged, evoking the impression that a skilled designer had meticulously curated the space specifically for her.

However, Alpha Katherine possessed a keen appreciation for beauty in all its forms.

As she leisurely sipped her tea, she found solace in the pages of a horror novel, using it as a means to while away her free moments. Yet, beneath the facade of relaxation, her thoughts were consumed by clandestine pack affairs, hidden from the prying eyes of her fellow members.

As she pored over the pages, her thoughts kept drifting to a particular male omega, a constant presence in the recesses of her mind. With complete concentration, she moved her eyes from word to word, absorbed in the narrative unfolding before her.

Just as she was poised to turn the page, the door of her bedroom exploded inward with such violent force that, for a fleeting moment, she was gripped by the sensation of another attack on their pack. Startled, she whirled around from her seated position on the bed, her expression darkening as she laid eyes on the 'second in command' standing in the doorway.

The figure was clad in a once-white robe now marred by splatters of blood, with bloody stains streaking across her face and hair, an unsettling sight that set off alarm bells in Katherine's mind.

Katherine rose to her feet, her hazel eyes narrowing as she fixed them on the unexpected visitor. With a surge of exasperation, she unleashed a sharp yell. "What in the world is the meaning of this intrusion? Did I permit you to barge into my room unannounced? Huh? Just who do you think you are?!"

"Your worst nightmare," came the swift retort, following the blonde's eruption of anger.

The words uttered by the Alpha at the doorway didn't sit well with Katherine as she observed those hooded, narrowed, crimson eyes advancing towards her, their piercing gaze seeming to penetrate her very soul.

Her imposing aura of dominance was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, casting a shadow of unease over the room.

This dominance was steeped in a darkness so thick that it could easily lead one to mistake the Alpha for a sinister entity from the depths of folklore. As the wrathful Alpha approached, a sense of foreboding crept over her, stirring a feeling that something was amiss.

Before Katherine could dwell further on the peculiarities of the Alpha before her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years sent shivers racing down her spine.

Without warning, she found herself seized by her neck, the grip harsh and unforgiving. Gasping in pain, she instinctively clawed at the hand wrapped around her throat, its tight grasp constricting her breath to a dangerous degree. The raven-haired Alpha growled menacingly, each word dripping with darkness like a wildfire spreading through a remote forest.

"Back away, you mutt! Alex belongs to me. He is my mate," the raven-haired Alpha snarled, her words dripping with venom. "If you ever lay a finger on him again... I'll tear you, limb from limb and feed your bones to the scavengers. Every puppet you send to harass my mate in every possible way they get; will meet the same fate. Remember this clearly… I'll kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on what's mine." With a furious breath, she paused for a moment before continuing in a deadly, husky voice that would surely haunt the blonde Alpha, who struggled to draw breath into her burning lungs.

“Even your entire pack.”