The Omega Witch

So many times I see her in my dreams, my thoughts manifest this beautiful amber colored wolf, her eyes are a deep emerald color which shines brightly in the pale moonlight. The young beauty always shifts back into her lovely human form as if it takes no effort at all. Never feeling any pain, no awkward movements, unlike myself, I whisper in my own thoughts. Instead she makes it look like a dance, one of a satisfied rebirth, as if she was thanking the moon goddess for her two forms with each shift.  She isn’t, however, as I believe. I’m told she’s never thankful, always seeking more. Out in the thick of the woods to the south, where grass no longer grows and the shadows take root, lives the Omega witch, Sylvia Tana Silverwind. She’s nothing like you or I. She’s different, commanding, powerful and careless, but she wasn’t always this way.  As a pup she had a loving mother, Jordan and devoted father Kristoph of the Silverwind pack, both of which worked on easing the pain and devastation of the heat cycle. Back then the pain had been so intense that trying to ride it out without the true mate for that pair could kill the Omega. Being that mates were usually spread across the world, it was an important task to ease. Heats could come as early as thirteen for some Omegas and the thought of their daughter having to face such a horrific ordeal terrified both parents equally.  Jordan and Kristoph spent most of their lives searching for the ability to ease the process but stumbled upon something more accepting of her biology instead. It was mad science at its best, honestly. The risks were inevitable, but their alternative was none better than laying her before the moon goddess, Selene herself and praying for a miracle.  Jordan patiently brewed the serum over months until the planets were said to align, each of the filled vials she’d hoarded rolled in their containers like stormy seas, breaking down before her eyes.  No… no, no, no, no…. Again she looked up at the sky through their makeshift skylight, then down at the moving moonlight beginning it’s path up Sylvia’s pup form, Tana.  “It’s already begun…” Jordan’s mouth dropped in horror. There hadn’t been one vial she could see left among the mutated ones Tana’s amber colored fur began to glow brightly under the moving light, each colorful strand burned within its golden color, long after the rays had kissed her. Jordan turned quickly back to the table, her wolf howling in despair in the back of her mind, they were out of time and had lost the only chance they had to… Wait… Just out of the corner of her eye, she’d found a lasting vial, one that hadn’t yet turned, just barely balancing just beyond her reach.  “Kristoph!” she bellowed, he’d always been faster than her, his hand covered the long tube before it’d had the chance to drop and held it in his large hand for his mate to take. “Thank goddess you’re mine,” she purred her praise before she picked up the serum from his hand. Her movements were quick as the creeping moonlight that overtook Tana’s body.  Jordan’s mind raced while she filled the syringe. Her focus entirely on the fear of her own first heat, the uncertainty, how hard and fast she had to run from the pack she’d grown with to get away from simply being taken. Tears spring in her eyes as Kristoph formed himself around her like a cocoon.  “At least she won’t have to go through it in fear,” Jordan whispered, while tears fell from her eyes. “It’ll give her a chance to find her mate or get through it without one…” Kristoph frowned at the offer for her to be Alpha-less during such an event, but the truth was there. She could die from not having her mate the first time...and that was scary enough as it was. Still, the question came out before he could stop it. “Are you sure we should be doing this?” Kristoph’s wolf, Sarkis, whined.  “I don’t know,” he replied to himself waiting for Jordan to answer.  Aashita surfaced just like that, she knew she had to. Jordan’s wolf looked to soothe her mate, nuzzling the side of her head just under his neck, rubbing her scent against him and taking his along with her. His breath shallowed waiting for her to speak. Aashita knew he didn’t want to hear it, how they would have to sacrifice their first born, the only one of their litter to make it, but they truly had no choice. She ran the chance of dying when she presented, and no parent, no omega or alpha could handle such a loss.  “We’re changing her world, her possibilities. Her quality of life all will be different,” Aashita slowly explained. “If we don’t try now, she’ll be lost to it. There’s nothing else we can do, Sarkis, my mate… my Alpha, please?” She watched him lower his head and sigh, though his response was not only his own. Kristoph had no more time to waste, the serum was aging and fast, it truly was now or never. “I hope you’re right about this,” he grumbled, watching her move to ready the syringe.  “Sylvia, be still,” her mother said faintly before piercing the thick needle into her daughter’s flesh. The long tube drew blood at its source, her hind quarters, mixing with the torrent emerald liquid, turning it a muddy brown before injecting it back into her body.  Jordan struggled with her steady hand, the plunger dropped through unseen air pockets sending shockwaves of searing pain deep throughout her pup’s muscle. Tana kicked, squirmed and whined, throwing fire from her fur. Smoke curled while the ash of loose strands of hair burned in their faces, causing Jordan to lose her footing. “Tana, Sylvia, I need you to stay calm. We’re almost through,” her mother warned, her ears flicked back to notice the way the needle’s thick metal had begun to crack. “No’ no, Sy, I need you to—“ “Stay still!” Kristoph growled his command at his own kin.  The pain his daughter felt rushed him in her silence. It flooded his senses, his pupils dilated, sending him through a wash of emotion of which both he and his wolf both felt without the strength of his guard up. It was absolute torture. Thunder began to rumble just over their home much like the growl in his chest roaring through him. He could feel her senses dulling, her soul shading like a lunar eclipse, her wolf Tana’s howl was but a whine and then there was nothing. Both Kristoph’s and his connection to Sylvia had been lost to each other that night.  The man had fallen into the darkness in his heart. He stumbled backwards until he reached the wall, then clawed at every piece of material behind his form to find the exit. No longer being able to feel his own kin ripped a hole in his heart so wide he hadn’t been able to even look at Jordan, his mate, his wife, his Omega, before leaving forever.  Jordan watched him go, whining and calling for him, but just as the wind came, serving the land with its own escape, so did it to take her mate, never to be seen again.  The storm continued on, ravaging the land. Lightning streaked through the sky constantly, never reaching the ground while the clouds swirled endlessly in the sky. Flash flooding remodeled the mountains with mudslides, downed trees and several feet of rapids in places of which never saw a drop in the rainiest of seasons. All the while it stranded Sylvia and her mother Jordan atop the craggy stone. Finally, the last drop fell, awaking Jordan’s pup. Tana sighed heavily, a sound she’d developed in her earlier years as a way to call her father to her, but he was no longer a part of her. She knew the night would overcome her light, the eclipse would always stay, her heart mourned for him similar to the way her mother had. It stung, horribly. Abandoned by her father, Sylvia found no reason to give permission to Tana to return to the surface. Instead, she shifted and allowed the time to feel and heal from each individual break so that her mother could feel just how broken she’d made her.  Word had gotten out among her packmates and the last of the changes had pushed her deeper into the wood, further away from them. Further away from society, a place unlike any other to be wild and free.  Her mother had been exiled. The work she’d done was collected and burned. No pair would have access to such foolishness, denying an Omega of her goddess given right, even if it was for her future, for her survival, there was no need for that voodoo there.  No one knew where Jordan had gone, if she’d suffered a life of solitude, grieving the loss of her estranged mate, wherever he’d gone off to, and furthermore being widowed from her child. There was no real term for such a thing. A loss of a child, made Jordan believe she was dying, mentally at least. She hoped—prayed to forget, but her goddess would never allow it. If anything at all the events of her actions would haunt her for the end of time. Years had passed until Sylvia emerged from the southern woods, near the swamps, as a frail young woman, malnourished and bony. Her clothes were worn, often stolen which made her look exactly how she felt, like an unwanted piece of garbage. Except, she wasn’t. The hole in her chest told her a great many things but never that she was ugly. It promised her rebirth, that her plan would change the course of history. And so she moved towards the town, comfortably in her own skin, standing tall while she managed to slip into a chic store there by the bay. Just by the way she held herself, Sylvia turned heads and could command the room despite her orientation. Soon after she arrived, she’d been helped, sorted out, and offered her first of many services to buy the Omega behind the register’s impending heat.  “I beg your pardon?” replied the shorter woman with silver beaded, thick black hair. Her eyebrows held a deeper color than they should have, presumably from the eyebrow brush and penciling she undoubtedly spent all morning lining, shot up to her hairline when Sylvia asked her question. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mirth while she did her best not to laugh in her customer’s face.  “Your heat. I’d like to purchase it,” Sylvia replied calmly. “As in the entire week your body will go through a series of horrendous changes to get ready for breeding. The one where you’ll be helpless to quell your need for an alpha’s knot, but not just any alpha’s, your alpha’s. And if you haven’t found your alpha, as in your mate, it will be absolutely painful to take your stand-in’s c**k because he was not meant to fit you. Each and every time he penetrates you, your walls will feel as though their being shredded apart, his seed will burn and you might even die—not from the ravaging by your non-mate, but by the sure grief of allowing another alpha to take you when your mate is desperately searching for you.” Not many made it past a gasp or a whimper, agreeing they didn’t not want to be touched by anyone other than their true mate, allowing the thought that mating was supposed to be cherished by the one that truly loved them to be cultivated. The seed was planted, the money she could provide along with her service reclaimed their heats, giving the women the chance to go about their lives as if it was never even their time.  Unlike her mother, Sylvia knew not to get carried away in one place. Traveling was key to survival. The eclipse stayed long within her soul finding no reason to lift off her current course. The voices in her head told her that this would be the only way to get back what she lost, her first heat, her true alpha, her mate… but none over the first decade she’d been forcing her heats did she find one single mate worth while.  Just as she’d explained to the other Omegas, the ones she sold her services to, Sylvia found herself dealing with just what she’d explained. Alphas aligned themselves with her based on the sweet way she smelled, a different but potent potion of divinity from each omega that masked her scent in there’s, at least for the length of trapping her victims. She’d push them hard into their ruts managing to take all she could from them and they were helplessly unaware of the deception. There were times when their knots wouldn’t latch and their come would spill from her. Angered alphas would pin her then fight with her, a risk she’d been willing to take while she began to age. Changes within the sciences made it easier to tweak her body mid-heat to spread her detached core over his enlarged member, dropping the jaws of both men and their wolf forms while they’d watch her sink her tight, slick heat back down onto their lengths. It was unreal to them which gained her the title, the Omega Witch.  If one was lucky enough to feel such a thing the Alpha joining her would not only come more but also do his best to rut into her despite his inability to thrust deeper. It would drive them to a new level, an unheard of need for friction, swelling impossibly thicker than before. Just the feel of his release would be enough to get her to settle… it was the one that gave her the chance to be more than just a hollow toy.  No matter how hard she tried, how long she committed herself to finding her true mate, she never did. Each new alpha made her feel dirtier than the last, but nothing hurt quite as much as when some of her stronger holds, the ones she sort of felt comfortable with, would give her a litter of pups. These, just like the Alpha’s she’d use we’re discarded. They were sold within a moment’s notice to the black market for quick cash never to be thought of or heard from again.  Aging had been an afterthought.  Sylvia tried calculating just how old she could be decades later and found that her skin remained tight and her hair still shined. It was soft, not coarse like older women began to be. Her skin showed no signs of thinning and for that she was thankful. Death hadn’t cried out for her, not even after seeing the great blood moon rise and set, an event that happens just about every hundred years.  There wasn’t enough science to prove that she’d outlasted other werewolves of her time, most died out well before they hit thirty, what with the plagues there were no answers to or the damned heats nearly ripping out their souls… it’s when she began to believe it. She had no soul. Sylvia was a witch, half dead, an eclipse driving her every movement—her every thought, and the come from every alpha she ever took coating her walls, reviving her skin. It did not matter if she took a mate, she’d live forever and that was something worth thanking both her mother and her goddess for keeping her alive all that time ago.  And so she continued on down her path, purchasing heats, f*****g Alphas and selling their pups. She had no care for the sacrifices made, however. Omegas who sold them off could never find their mates and the Alphas who she laid could never tire of her. The eternal bond between each potential pair was lost forever.  Sylvia also paid no mind while she spread her legs to accept her new donor’s c**k to the mutiny outside her door. It’s everywhere, really, and she’s the cause. The influx of the homeless—packless population is astounding. There’s next to nothing to eat, everything to fight for, and it’s a miracle if the new town she’s in hadn’t been burnt to the ground. All the while she can only hear the hiss of her new young Alpha while he pushed into her hot wet core. She begged for him to stretch her, promised she’d be good and give him herself, her p***y, everything he wants the moment he bottoms out and presses her firmly to his bed. His d**k twitches heavily within her when he agrees and she stiffens. His large hands and heavy frame pin her down so he could watch the pair of them where they were joined, then told her, “Before we start, Little One, I’m going to give you my mark so no one ever takes you again.” Fear rises in her chest, the first time she’d felt, well, emotion at all and it’s apparent to the alpha she’s with because he only smirks at her. His large hand grips the column of her neck while his right settles over her belly pressing just lightly over her skin. “I can feel where my c**k fills you, Little Witch,” he purred, pawing his thumb over her windpipe. “Are the legends true? Can you,” he moans as he thrusts slowly inside of her, her slick coating his skin, the smell of her arousal quickening his pace. “Can you really stretch your pretty cunt over a knot?” He pounded into her now making her body arch off of the bed to him, seeking his power, his domination, it’s—-it’s everything. While he couldn’t possibly be hers, she did enjoy this possessiveness, her scent ripples off her in waves.  “Harder, Alpha,” she commanded him, making him rear back. No Omega ever did such a thing, not to an Alpha, not even during birth, and so his shock had been apparent.  The large Alpha, of which she never asked his name, growled at her, squeezing only harder on her throat.  Sylvia closed her eyes in defiance, adding, “Swell for me, Alpha. Let me see your huge knot.” Her eyes opened then rolled back in her head while his tip kissed her folds. Her breathing was shallow, no longer controlled by his hand, then she spoke again, “I’ll teach you a thing or two about my pretty little cunt.” Her lips parted and hung open like his. His Alpha fought against pairing with his wolf or letting him take over all together. The male was supposed to be dominant. She was supposed to lie there and take him as he saw fit, and she, well, she threw commands at him turning his world upside down. All the while she lifted off of her back, staring into his eyes while he swelled outside of her. His c**k sputtered making him growl menacingly at her for wasting his seed.  “What kind of b***h are you?” the young Alpha complained.  Sylvia only grinned, her smile not quite making it to her eyes while she stroked the underside of him. Despite his anger nor his need, she pushed another wave from him, drenching her further. The Alpha in him caved the moment his sticky, enlarged cap brushed against her clit making her moan loudly, her body screamed for him to stretch her, “Now, Alpha,” she taunted then fell back on her elbows, opening her thighs wide for him, “If you’re going to mate me you’d better bottom out in one stroke. Split me in two, make me remember who’s c**k I belong to.” She watched her Alpha shutter, unable to go through with hurting her. He knew his size would tear her apart and because of it, he simply couldn’t do it. After a long moment, her omega came to the surface to soothe him. She coaxed him to lie back and teach him why she could never be tamed. It was true she had that effect not only on men but on the rising population too. She was to blame for so much, and of it all, especially those of the alphas she’d been with, who could have potentially had the chance to find their true mates during the time of their lunar scheduled heats, hand picked times by the goddess herself to aid in such a remarkable event in their lives. Afterwards Alphas struggled to find at least someone suitable to ride out ruts with but many fell into physical and emotional turmoil because they believed their mate was lost to the world. Many tried rallying together to see each other through the remainder of their mateless lives like a brotherhood, but the other grew tired of the emptiness and ran off to live alone for the rest of their eternal lives waiting for their mate to come set them free. Hope on the horizon settled like moonlight over lakes and streams but none ever formed, their omegas were lost and may never be found.