Obruche_Princess

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

The Alpha's Ruin

The moon was high, casting a silver glow through the broken windows of the abandoned cabin where Theron had dragged Noah after the chaos of the ambush. Blood still painted Theron's jaw, dried and cracked, but it wasn't the scent of violence in the air it was heat. Need. The kind that made Noah's breath catch in his throat.

Theron locked the door behind them, the sound final. His eyes gold, burning, primal had pinned Noah in place like prey.

"You don't even know what you do to me," Theron growled, his voice rough, low, feral.

Noah's chest heaved as he stood frozen, watching as Theron stalked closer, shedding his bloodied shirt. "Then show me," he whispered, voice already wrecked.

The alpha was on him in a heartbeat, pinning him against the wall, lips crashing over his in a bruising kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought. Theron's hands were everywhere gripping, claiming, dragging Noah's shirt up and over his head before tossing it aside like it offended him.

Noah's fingers fisted in Theron's hair, dragging him closer, gasping against his mouth. "You want control, Alpha?" he dared. "Take it."

A growl ripped from Theron's chest, and in one swift motion, he spun Noah around, pressing him against the wall, grinding his hips against the curve of Noah's ass. There was no mistaking what he wanted. What they both did.

"You're playing with fire, omega," Theron snarled against his ear, nipping at the lobe, his hand sliding down the front of Noah's pants, palming him through the fabric.

Noah moaned, biting his bottom lip. "Then burn me."

Clothes vanished between kisses and frantic touches. Theron shoved his pants down, revealing the slick trail already staining his inner thighs. "Fuck, you're already wet for me," he groaned, dragging a finger through it and bringing it to his mouth. He licked it, slowly. Sinfully. "Taste like sin."

Theron didn't let him fall. He lifted him effortlessly, guiding Noah's legs around his waist, pinning him back to the wall with nothing but raw strength and the sheer force of want.

"No holding back," he warned, voice wrecked.

"I wouldn't fucking let you," Noah gasped.

Theron guided himself to Noah's entrance, one hand gripping his hip while the other wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him still. Their eyes locked feral alpha, defiant omega and in one deep, slow thrust, he filled him.

Noah's cry echoed through the cabin.

"Fuck, Noah," Theron hissed, slamming his hips forward again, deeper, harder. "So tight, so good fuck you were made for me."

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, sweat-slicked and wild. Theron's grip bruised. His thrusts were relentless, each one claiming, punishing, adoring. And Noah? He took it. Welcomed it. Met every snap of Theron's hips with gasps, moans, curses.

"You wanted this?" Theron growled, lips dragging down Noah's throat. "Begged for it."

"Yes fuck don't stop, don't you dare stop," Noah sobbed, eyes rolling back as pleasure coiled tighter inside him. "Claim me, Theron."

With a roar, Theron slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep. His teeth sank into Noah's shoulder not enough to mark, but enough to promise.

And Noah broke. He came hard between them, vision going white, body trembling.

Theron followed, growling his name like a curse and a prayer.

When it was over, they stayed tangled, gasping for breath, Theron's forehead pressed to Noah's.

"I wasn't supposed to love you," Theron whispered.

Noah smiled weakly. "Too fucking late, Alpha."

Chapter 30: The Breaking Point {continued}