The Rivalry: Two Alphas, One Breeder

Heat and Rut meets

NOVA

My puffy eyes open slowly at the repeated heavy thud on my door. Curled up in the cold, I let out a tired yawn, checking to see what time it was. It can't already be dawn, can it?

I look at the headboard of my bed and I can't find the clock. I forgot. It broke. I lay back on my bed, noticing the funny feeling between my legs. It's wet and twitchy, and I'm slowly feeling weird. I've never felt this way before. Could this be a sign of an ailment? Do I have to secretly see the Pack's doctor?

The thud comes louder on the door and it's leaving me more uncomfortable than I already am.

I crawl out of the bed, feeling a bit wobbly. My legs are numb and frosty as I walk to the door. I pull it open and Luna Danielle's face comes into view. Fear courses through me instantly.

"Have you been crying?" She asks, noticing my puffy eyes.

I rub my eyes self-consciously. "No. I've just been sleeping." I lied. There's no point telling her that I cried myself to sleep over my split with Rex. She's just going to make fun of me.

"Yes, you have. But I don't care." She replies nonchalantly. "Don't you dare leave this room. All the guest Alphas have already arrived. I do not want to see you outdoors…Eww, what the hell is that funky smell?" She gasps, scrunching her nose.

I feel embarrassed that she's reacting like that. It's the smell from my lower area, and it's not that funky. It's just a bit odd. I don't know what it is, but I'm scared I might be coming down with the flu.

"Is it…you?" She runs her gaze over my face. From the ladder she's standing on, she can't see the rest of my body.

I nod shamefully, unable to look at her anymore. I prepare myself for whatever she might do to me.

"Be right back." She says in a rush and goes down the ladder.

I close the door and return to my bed, hugging my pillow tightly. My body feels heavy and I'm feeling restless. I don't know. I can't explain it. I just hope whatever flu this is goes away pretty fast.

The thud on the door snaps me from my funk and I crawl to the door again. I open it and it's Luna Danielle. Again. She has a smile on her face. The kind that freaks me out.

"Get down. You have a lot of work to do."

"What?" It feels like she just made a mistake. "You told me to stay locked up…"

"I just changed my mind. Get down, right now." She orders and starts going down the ladder.

I hurry to put on my boots and follow her down. We walk through the noisy hallways till we're out of the building.

Everyone is busy with the preparations. It's already night and it's just a few hours to midnight.

"Go to the local nightclub and help serve the drinks. They're a little shorthanded right now." She squeezes a few dollars in my hands. It's the first time she's giving me cash.

I stare confusedly at the notes and her. "What should I do with them?"

"Taxi. You can't walk it. It's pretty far and you need to be there in twenty minutes. So get going." She flashes me that smile again.

I feel like I'm being sent to my doom but I don't have any choice but to start going. Walking proves to be a bit of a hassle as my lower area keeps twitching with a low-key sting, emitting that smell.

It's a good thing I'll be going in a taxi. But then, I don't think It's wise to be outdoors with the way I'm feeling. Staying locked up in my room would have been best.

"Taxi!" I flag down one and hop in. I tell him the address and he heads to the bar.

It's the worst ride of my life. The ten minutes in the taxi were spent squirming, turning, and moaning. The driver didn't hide the irritation on his face when I alighted the car. I bow to him apologetically and he zooms off.

I get into the nightclub and try to act normal, regardless of how impossible it is. The place is crammed with the local Alphas and the buzzing music has them grooving to it.

I avoid bumping into anyone as I head to the back, looking for the man who runs the place. I've been here a few times on an errand for Luna Danielle so I know my way around.

I find him busy in a noisy argument with some men. Their casual outfits and the huge 'W' tattoo on their arms show they're the local Alphas from the West Hills.

"Just go grab a tray and glasses at the bar." He says quickly before I can even talk.

I head for the bar, and the bartender shoves a tray in my hand. He places three glasses of rum on them and points to a table for me.

I nod, heading to the table. I try not to let the tray slip from my hand as I squeeze through the crowd. The discomfort between my legs grows as a tantalizing scent hits my nose.

I don't know what it is but it sets off sparks inside me, leaving me to its mercy. The tray slips from my hand, spilling on two men.

"What the f**k, b***h?!" One of them rasps, staring horrifically at his outfit.

I'm wavering in panic but at the same time, my gaze searches for where the scent is coming from. I can't explain it but it's pulling me to it. Making me want to go crazy.

It has to be the second unique scent I'm sniffing up today.

"Are you out of your mind?!" The other man stalks me with haughty eyes. He's definitely a local Alpha of the Southern Green Packs. Their tanned skin makes us, the Northerns, feel even paler than we really are.

Oh, now I'm in trouble with both Packs. This is my worst night ever.

"I'm so sorry –" My words get cut off as the West Hill local Alpha grabs my dress, aiming his fist at my face.

I shut my eyes awaiting his assault but what I hear instead is a deep growl. I open my eyes and the two men are crashing into different tables. I turn to see who it is but I'm hit by the scent again.

"Excuse me," I say to no one in particular. I run to the restroom, trying to cool off and stay away from the scent. It's wrecking my mind. Good thing the restroom is empty.

I'm pacing slightly when the door gets thrown open with a force that makes it shake on its hinges.

The man in the doorway ceases my breath as I look him up and down. His height is intimidating, and his well-ripped body is the most appealing thing ever. He's formally dressed in a gray tuxedo, like the Southerners. But no local, South Alpha would ever dress as classy as he did. Is he a head Alpha? But no head-Alphas hang out in this nightclub. It's only for the local Alphas of the West Hill and Southern Green Packs.

More than that, I recognize him to be the man from a while ago. The one who sent the men flying over the tables and caused quite a scene. Also, his aura is a bit similar to the man who saved me from the car hours ago.

I could be wrong though.

His strides are long as he walks up to me. I take defensive steps backward, but he pushes me further, slamming me against the wall.

"God…" I cry out, but not from the pain. It's from the scent. My orbs widen as I realize it's coming from him. It's not the same scent from the stranger. But it's the scent that has my mind in ruins right now.

The one messing with my nostrils the minute I walked into this nightclub.

"You keep putting me in positions where I gotta save your ass." He growls, grasping my chin and subjecting me to feel every bit of his intense gaze. "What is it with you and being in f*****g danger always?"

His words struck a nerve, making my eyes widen. He's — he's the stranger?

But…why does he have a different scent right now? And what's his identity? Who is he?

"You rescued me from the car…" I whimper desperately, under his tight grip.

His jaw twitches. "Yes. I also rescued you from those drunk miscreants. But I sure as hell didn't rescue you back there for you to run off." His voice is the deepest baritone I've ever heard. Husky. Dangerous. Exciting.

My heartbeat is racing as he pins me to the wall with his body, seizing my hands above my head.

"Omega?" He asks between ragged breaths, grabbing my chin with a firm grip.

I nod. I try to say something but he shuts me up with his tongue delving inside my mouth.

I moan helplessly, squirming to free my hands but he has it pinned firmly with just one of his hands. I can't free myself from the pleasure and I can't react either 'cause I don't know how. So I just squirm and moan like a prisoner who loves her cage.

It's the first time I've ever been kissed and touched by a man. And as much as I always dreamt of doing it first with my mate, I just can't pull away from this stranger. He has me submitting to his dominating aura.

"Hold on to the counter." He pushes me to it and my slippery hands hold onto it. But I keep slipping and acting wobbly.

"f**k it!" He spins me around and sits me on the counter. He forces himself between my thighs, as he slips a finger under my dress, pulling down my panties.

"Oh, God…" I moan at the pain and spine-freezing pleasure from how deep his fingers go into my slit. I grab him tighter, burying my face in his shoulder.

"You're so f*****g wet." He grunts, and in a few seconds, I feel something large sliding into my slit. I cry out louder now, tears dripping down my eyes. But I love it. The pain. The pleasure. The heat. Everything. It's ripping me apart but fixing me at the same time. It's the weirdest feeling ever.

He starts thrusting savagely inside and out of me and my cry grows at each thrust. My body feels like exploding from the tsunami of desire rushing through me. I dig my nails into his shoulder, biting on his coat.

He carries me up and I feel him walking out of the restroom, but I don't know where he's taking me. All I feel are his bold thrusts and how I curl into his grip in response.

My back pushes open a door and I'm plumped on a bed, with him above me. A few more thrusts and I scream out as he hits a spot that has me weak, numb, and flushed. Tears well up in my eyes anew at the euphoria building up in me. I feel something pouring inside me and I'm not sure what it is. A sleek feeling rolls down my slit but he isn't pulling away.

"I'm f*****g sorry about this. I didn't rescue you just to ruin you like this. I'm sorry—" He grunts in an almost whisper, burying his face in my hair. We're still glued to each other like we need each other to breathe.

I'm exhausted and I feel my eyes closing in a deep sleep. I can't help falling asleep with this stranger on top of me, slowly thrusting inside me. Again.