Mating the Female Alpha

Chapter 4 Die at 25

No one cares when I return home. I am not surprised. I can’t remember the last time my father or stepmother cared about me. Even as the Alpha of the pack, taking drugs that will kill me at their request, all I am is the illegitimate daughter of an Alpha grown old and a lowly, unmarked Omega.

That’s all I’ll ever be. Illegitimate, destined to die young and leave the glory to the Alphas like my brothers and father.

Though I have noble white fur, I am also a lowly Omega, destined to bring shame to the proud family. After all but one of my Alpha brothers died in battle, the drugs I take allowed me to replace them at the age of twelve, pretending to be the Alpha the pack needs.

I will die at 25, the drugs will kill me in exchange for the false identity, but that is enough time to make sure my youngest brother, another Alpha, will have everything he needs to take my place. I can never find a mate, even if I had time, the special drugs remove that ability.

“Bernice. You’re back.”

My father and stepmother sound almost displeased that I’ve returned, from a battle no less. They don’t care about my impending death. They only care that my brother is prepared to replace me. They would be horrified at the estrus that took place tonight, as the drug is supposed to suppress that.

“Yes, Father.” I don’t acknowledge my stepmother. She is not my mother.

She sneers at me anyway, making my skin crawl.

“Speak to your brother,” my father orders. “Make sure he knows the details. Then you can leave.”

My father says I can leave, but it’s an order. I scowl but nod my head, turning my back on them to go and find my brother. Anger burns hot in me, screaming about the unfairness of my treatment.

I will die young, without a mate, all because of them. They can’t even give me a little kindness for it.

I find my brother in the kitchen. He looks at me like I’ve caught him being bad, and I’m reminded how young he is. All the anger I had at my father and stepmother drains out of me.

“Come. Let me tell you about the battle.”

My younger brother nods and follows me towards the stairs. I breathe in and out, thinking about how soon I can go to bed.

This night has tired me out.

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It is the time of the monthly Alpha meeting at the royal capital. Landry has thought of nothing since his encounter with the female Alpha —the Omega in disguise. He remembers how she begged for help as the heat took her, how her body looked in the moonlight, ripe for Landry’s taking.

His wolf is excited to lay eyes on her again, and seeing her serious appearance next to him at the table does nothing to stop it. It growls under the surface as she stares stonily ahead, not making eye contact, listening to the droning of the reports of the other Alphas. Or at least pretending to.

Landry knows she has to pay for leaving him that night, for using him as a s*x toy and fleeing. She must be punished for acting above her station, for deliberately concealing her Omega status and acting as an actual Alpha. She will not get away with this.

Under the table, out of sight of the assembled Alphas holding their meeting on the progress of the war, Landry takes his chance. He will torture this she-wolf. he will dominate her in a way that leaves her begging for mercy. He and he alone will own her.

Landry’s fingers slide up her thigh. She squirms, trying to force him away as the other Alphas drone on, not noticing the battle raging between Landry and the false-Alpha, but Landry knows it’s all she can focus on.

His fingers grip her thigh tightly. His wolf howls with delight picturing the fingerprint bruises he is surely leaving on her milky skin. Her legs are closed tightly, but that is not about to stop Landry.

She will learn. No Omega refuses an Alpha King.

He forces her legs apart and she makes the smallest whimper he’s ever heard. No one else seems to notice as he drags his fingers between her uniformed legs, pushing and playing with her s*x, even through the pants. It is enough to make his blood pound with desire — this may be a punishment, teaching the Omega a lesson, but Landry will enjoy himself.

She is struggling to fight him without drawing the other Alpha’s attention, trying so hard there are tears in her eyes and her lips are bitten red. Her restraint is no match for Landry’s lack of it, though, and he grows more forceful, grabbing and teasing her s*x until he feels the dampness through the cloth.

Yes. This she-wolf won’t be able to fight him, she will surrender.

Landry hardly notices the meeting end, he is so focused on his payback. The other Alphas rise and begin speaking to Landry, but he makes his excuses.

He will not be interrupted. He keeps his hand where it is, Bernice’s face so red Landry is surprised no one mentions it. He makes the same excuse:

“Ah, Bernice and I need to talk. No, no, you go on.”

He repeats himself until it is just him and the Omega b***h in the room, his hand still between her legs, her still fighting tears and shaking as Landry holds her in place easily.

“Now,” Landry says, voice low and dangerous. “I believe you owe me something.”

“I don’t think—“ Bernice begins, trying to refuse. She is smart, Landry knows she recognizes the danger she’s in, recognizes what’s about to happen to her if she doesn’t escape.

But Landry doesn’t care.

And he’s not about to be told no. His voice is cold as he addresses her.

“Are you disobeying the Alpha King’s orders?”

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