Mating the Female Alpha

Chapter 3 She is Lying

What?

I am stunned. No, this can’t be true. Landry can’t have recognized me, all my work to disguise myself as an Alpha on his level would be ruined. My special medication, to disguise my true nature, has masked me for so long – it can’t fail now.

There’s no way he can tell…surely he is just lustful, blissful. Perhaps he pictures me when he makes himself climax, and that is why he calls my name.

A sensible explanation, as long as I don’t think too hard about it.

I don’t even look at him. My clothes are on now and my feet are buried in the sand. I start to walk away, the sand crunching under my bare feet, when Landry speaks again.

“Why do you pretend to be an Alpha wolf when you are obviously an Omega? Tell me Bernice, tell me now.”

His voice has a hint of lust, deep and raspy from his growls as he’d c*m. I shiver, feeling myself grow a little wet at the memory of the roar he’d given as his release hit my face.

Despite that, he sounds certain, like he knows who I am.

I clear my throat and disguise my voice, letting it sound as it should post-estrus, even giving a deliberately frivolous laugh to throw him off.

“Alpha? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?”

I pitch my voice lower, smoky, tempting. I’ve heard enough dirty talk from other Alphas to know an Omega’s post-s*x voice can be enough to drive an Alpha insane.

I hope Landry goes insane for a moment, so he can forget that he suspects my Alpha self to be a lie. I wet my lips and his eyes follow my tongue’s movement. When I speak again, I think I have him hooked.

“But thank you for your…excellence in that area.”

Landry seems frozen, like he hadn’t expected me to deny it. Or maybe my voice worked on him. I don’t wait for him to get his bearings, I scamper away, into the night, leaving Landry alone in the light of the full moon.

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She lied! Landry knows that she’s lying, no Omega could sound so alert so soon after such an intense climax. She’d tried to distract him, but it didn’t work. He is an Alpha King, not some pathetic rogue wolf, mindless in search of a warm body.

He can handle himself in battle, he can handle himself with an Omega. She gambled and lost, and she will pay. Landry will make sure of it. He is the King, after all.

Landry is sure that the Omega in heat is Bernice, the Sunset Pack Alpha, and he is determined to find out how and why she is disguising herself when she is really an Omega. She commands respect she is not owed, parading as an Alpha.

She is hiding something, some dark secret that Landry is determined to discover. Landry doesn’t believe in secrets – they are dangerous in war times like now. Whatever it takes, Landry will find out hers.

Her strawberry milk scent is still hovering in the air and Landry breaths it in greedily. It’s such an intoxicating scent, he knows he would do anything to smell it again. Even if she’s a liar.

His eye catches the pink strawberry panties still on the ground. It is clear the fake-Alpha could not wear them again, as they were violently torn. He picks them up, pressing them to his face for a long moment before sticking them in his pocket, mind made up.

He mindlinks his Beta. After years of war and fighting, Landry knows about spies, and he will not rest until he finds out if Bernice is one, and what she is hiding. There have been spies in the wolves, in the vampires, in the bears. They can be anywhere.

“Look into Bernice, the Alpha she-wolf of Sunset Pack. I need to know everything about her. Leave nothing out.”

“Yes, Alpha. I will do it immediately.”

Landry knows that the truth should be found as soon as possible.

Bernice may appear to be a heroine, uncompromising and fierce, fighting for the wolves against all manner of evil. The vampires. The bears. She seems perfect, but looks can be deceiving.

Landry sniffs the air again, locating the Omega’s sweet scent immediately, and a smirk crosses his face as he feels a stirring in his groin. He feels his blood run hot.

Oh yes.

For a long time, he’d thought of Bernice as nothing more than another fighter, an ally in the war, her snow-white wolf strong and brave, but he knows now that she is a strawberry-milk flavored Omega, he can never forget that fact. All her Alpha accomplishments fade to the back of his mind, replaced by the way she sounded when she climaxed.

He grows restless as he stands, picturing the Omega in the moonlight, naked and shameless. He feels himself harden slightly and his smirk grows. It will be fun to expose the liar…and he’ll love every moment of it.

He can’t wait to touch her, grab her, make her writhe and scream.

“Using me as a s*x toy?”

“No….I will not spare you easily.”

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