Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“I can do something about Kian. I will get????eam together to find him quietly. Where do you want me to take him once we find him?” “Take him to the dungeons. I plan on inflicting pain. If he did harm little wolf, I plan on inflicting death.” “Nice. I can’t wait to watch. Good luck with your fated mate situationship. I think you are going to need it. Makes sense your equal would be some all- powerful, zombie army having shifter.” He pats me on the shoulder as I scoff, and he heads out the door. “He will keep your secret. He is my best friend and beta, and he also likes you very much. He always has.”
Ayla
Five days. That is how long I have been trapped in wolf form. Five freaking days. My wolf and I going in circles in regard to what is best for each other. Most of the time, she pushes me out, completely ignoring me. Every day we wake up to Thane sleeping against our bedroom wall. I am sure he is up most of the night watching us. He spends a lot of his time talking to Aramana. Sharing stories of his family, his pack, and apologizing. He will even talk to me through her. F have heard his words for five days and I must confess that I am starting to believe him. I can’t say that I necessarily trust him, but I hear the pain in his voice, and I have seen his tear through my wolf’s eyes when he is talking about me rejecting him. don’t know how I truly feel though, since I am still trapped inside my wolf aka the bag of fur keeping me for ransom.
Thane leads us out to the forest every day and stands guard while we do our business, and he eats meals with us every day. Aramana must certainly trust him despite knowing my broken heart, because he can now pet her fur and scratch behind her ears without her trying to bite his hand off. I think she almost accomplished biting it off on day 3. Day three was bad. She got into Thane’s room through the adjoining door and one sniff of his bed was all it took for her to unleash her fury. The amount of stuffing inside of a mattress is comical. So was seeing Thane’s face when he discovered that we don’t like the smell of other shifters in his bed. I actually quite enjoyed her destroying the whole thing. I am not so sure I would have the guts to do it myself. I also have much more of a tolerance for Cyrus and his stories than she does. When he rattles crazy stories off, she just leaves the room and leaves him hanging. I happen to enjoy hearing about his wild life. Life. Something I never had but could. If I allowed it. If I could move past it all.
So here it is, the end of day five and I have finally convinced Aramana to let me out. I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t afraid. I am terrified of seeing Thane again. My fated mate. I don’t know what to say or where to begin, but she allowed me out. I just had to agree to her terms. I am sitting at the foot of my bed. Quietly contemplating all of my words and going over all of my thoughts when all I want to do is curl up in a bawl under my bed and cry. Actually, that sounds like a great, but I know if I attempt it, my wolf will have a coronary and I will be trapped back in her again.
I carefully braid my hair over my shoulder and sit waiting in my pajamas. It felt amazing to be here and wear soft fleece when I wa rescued, now it feels amazing against my skin for a different reason. nervously wait, knowing Thane will be in soon, like he usual is at this time to spend time with us. He has only left for a few hours a day and I feel bad for all the extra work Cyrus has picked but I heard him tell us that we can make it up to him by not controlling his brain or whatever crazy fear he was talking about.
“Little wolf.” That deep voice a soft, desperate whisper. It coats my skin like the finest silk, and I break out in goosebumps. I look at him and take in his features. His deep green eyes are beautiful, but tired with a look of fear behind them. He takes a step into 1 room slowly. The bond pulling us to one another, the ache present in our chest demanding our attention. His eyes rake over me, I he can’t believe I am really in front of him, and I can’t either, truthfully. I look at him, fearful as well, but I can’t bring myself to speak first.
“How did you get her talked in shifting? She’s one stubborn wolf. He smiles at me. A small, hesitant smile. No dimples on display.
for what seems like a minute, and I am Fates I miss those dimples. I take a deep breath and clear my throat only used my my bedroom and closes the door behind him. sure I will still be raspy. I had to meet her demands.” He takes another slow step i I dart my eyes to the door and back to him and he must sense that am getting anxious because he slowly reaches behind him and opens it slightly again.
“I had to promise that I would not reject the mate bond today. Lpromised only today.” “I see.” he says painfully. I know it hurts him, and he is probably reliving that memory, but it hurts??e as well. “I also had to promise that I wouldn’t run.” I get out, barely above a whisper. Instead of saying anything, he turns to go to the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water. I am surprised but shouldn’t be. He has always known what I needed. Probably because he is my other half. “I am not sure if I have told you this, but I him. He is closer to me now. He is very quiet on his feet. It am a pretty big fan of your wolf.” I let out a soft laugh and look up adds to the danger that is him. “You just said she was stubborn.” “Oh she is. And I like it working in my favor. Our favor. It would make sense that she is stubborn. Ronan is the most stubborn wolf I have ever known.” I nod my head in agreement. Not that I know, but I am nervous and don’t know what to do. “I am sorry about your bed.” “I am sorry about the smell of my bed.” “I don’t know what to do from here Thane. I hurt mentally. I am emotionally drained. I don’t know where to start. Where to go from here.”.
He watches me for a while. Contemplating his next move I supposed. He has been treating me like a wounded animal these past five days. He is possibly right. One wrong word or move and I will probably bolt. “I need to build your trust in me again. I need to bring you to a place where you are comfortable around me and in this pack. I need to worship you as a fated mate should. I need to protect you and keep you and your wolf safe. I need to do a lot of things Ayla. But I need you.” He walks closer to me, stopping in front of me and getting down on his knees so he is eye level with me on the bed. I don’t know if I want him this close. Nam scared and start breathing hard. “It is okay little wolf. You owe me no answers today. Just not leaving or rejecting me is the only thing I ar after today. And groveling. I once told you that an alpha should only be on his knees for his mate and that he should be good at groveling and eating while he groveled.”
I look at his, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion for a little bit, when he slowly places his hands on my hips and runs his thumbs slightly under the waist band of my pajama shorts. My skin prickles again and my core heats. Do I want him touching me? Can I possibly allow this? I look at his mouth and catch him licking his bottom lip. Yes, I do and yes, I can. At per the norm of every decision we make, I decide to worry about the rest later. He looks into my eyes for reassurance, giving me time to stop him, but I don’t.
Slowly, he runs his hands up my sides and the sides of my breast before leaning over me and laying me back against the bed. Tha starts sliding my shorts down to my knees and down to my ankles. I can feel his breath right above my pussy. “No panties little wolf?” “I was in a hurry. I wanted to shower so bad and forgot them. “How fortunate for me.” and he begins to lick up my slit wit! his firm tongue.
Thane
How I went from almost rejected to groveling in front of my fated mite in this short amount of time, I don’t know, I can only assume my touch affects het the way that she affects me. Just looking at her has my heart thundering in my chest. My breath carried from me. My heart eager to be near her. My ears urgently waiting to hear my name through her lips. Fache for her deep in my bones. She is my light, my life, my reason for existence and currently my Biggest fear. The fear of her rejecting me. The fear of her leaving me is almost too much to bear.
“Will you let me grovel little wolf? I will do it every day. Every day will be on my knees begging you to consider me. Consider us.” She lets out a deep breath she probably wasn’t aware she was holding as I lick her slit. “So wet for me already little wolf? I love how responsive you are to me.” I widen her legs and wrap my arms under her knees, scooting her closer to me. I lick up her slit again and then blow on her. She arches her back off the bed and moans. My little wolf loves when I do that. She is mine now, isn’t she?” Mate. Ronan repeats in my head, practically salivating himself. He has ridden me hard these last few days to see Aramana. He would rather take a more caveman approach to seeing his mate, which I considered myself. If Ayla refused to see me without being trapped in wolf form, I know for certain that I would have thrown her over my shoulder and locked her in my rooms. I wouldn’t apologize. Well, I would. It would be an apology like I am giving her now.