When I had grabbed the town newspaper, it said there would be a small festival at the end of next month. I told my alpha that it would be so much fun! Callan already thought it was much better just to go to the farmer's market, the bookstore, and an antique store that he had seen when we went back into the town. I had collected the meat from the butcher, the man seeming as happy as a clam from all the business he had gotten from selling fresh deer meat instead of the imported stuff. Callan seemed to rightly refuse hunting deer again, even though I told him it would be a good source of income if we ever needed it. Which wasn't likely to happen.

I had made my alpha stir fry for his lunches this week, my mate very curious about rice. He thought it was a bit messy since the grains seemed to go everywhere more often than not when he ate it. I cooked up some of the deer meat, having bought ginger, cinnamon, sesame seeds, and a variety of nuts, for my alpha to try this week. Tod was particularly happy to have my alpha working for him.

We ran in to him at the farmer's market, his wife somewhere amongst the stalls. My alpha seemed to find her in a heartbeat, saying something rather odd. I thought he would say something along the lines of being able to find a complimentary scent amongst the many people that was similar to Tod's. Instead he said her bond color was the same. Tod and I cocked our heads at him, not understanding what he meant. Callan didn't seem to know how to explain further, Tod's mate Julie hurrying over. She was a sweet older beta woman who looked like she wanted to bake cookies and stuff you with them.

Tod had complimented Callan, saying if he had two more of my mate he would be set for life. He even surprised my alpha by telling him that he wanted Callan to think over a project he would like to start. Something he wanted to build. Callan had flushed at being complimented, looking gobsmacked that he got to choose his own project.

I had cooed at his reaction, before laughing and flushing at the idea of having multiple of my mate. I don't think my little heart could handle it.

I turned on the radio to some pop, the volume low. Alpha had even written down a few songs that he had liked! We turned it on at a quiet volume during breakfast and lunch, turning it off when we went to go read together. My goal was for him to make a long list so I could buy him a hand held music device. He'd be so surprised! I wanted songs he wanted on there, and maybe a few of my own, but it was for him and I only wanted what he liked on there.

I had just finished the laundry that afternoon, thankful for the small detergent I had bought and the washboard was a blessing. I was cleaning up the house, my instincts very protective of our home. Ever since the Elders had come again, invading our den, I had been cleaning and organizing the house. Callan had been worried that I would hurt my side more, but I just hushed him, telling him it was my instinct to make sure our home was safe. The Elders had me on edge and something in my gut was telling me things were going to happen soon. I didn't know how to prepare for the unknown, nor could I tell Callan this.

I gasped at a twinge in my lower belly, making me hunch over the sink where I had been drying the dishes. I felt a sweat start to build on the back of my neck, feeling like someone had turned up the temperature in the house. I quickly shook my head, finishing my drying. I was shaky on my legs, not having noticed until my leg ran into part of the dining room table.

I whined low, turning off the radio. A heat wave hit me, a foggy part of my brain wanting to douse the fire in the fireplace, suddenly realizing there wasn't even a fire going. Something wet ran down my leg, making my heart skip in my chest. Another rippling cramp ran through my lower belly, hanging on to the wall right by me. I cried softly, something in my brain clicking.

I was in heat. I had only experienced a heat once. I had luckily been out on my own after dark once I had turned sixteen, having been beaten for being an omega. My heat had come upon me, holing myself away in a cave. It was long tortuous hours of cravings and burning sensations I never knew could exist. I had only left, deeming it safe enough to return to the pack. I had snuck in at the wee hours of dawn, desperately needing a shower. The doctor had found me, sneaking me suppressants. She said it was good I had my first heat since it helped regulate my body. The suppressants weren't good for me though, but the alternative was worse. Now that I hadn't been on the suppressants for a full cycle, it seemed the heat that I had been burying was coming back with a vengeance.

I half stumbled to the bedroom, the scent of myself and my alpha heavy in the room. I followed my instincts, shedding my clothes quickly from my burning body. I had nabbed the towel within the bathroom that my alpha had used this morning, wrapping myself up in it. I wiggled my body all over his side of the bed, wanting his scent to wrap around me. I crooned loudly, the sound shocking me. I was calling for my alpha. My alpha who wasn't even here. I cried out, slick starting to leave me at a faster pace, my member hard and at attention against my belly.

I pumped myself quickly, rubbing my face into the towel, calling for my alpha. My release came a second later, but with hardly a reprieve. My legs were shaking, my head fuzzy. The cramping in my belly hurt so bad. I needed my alpha! I crooned again, sobbing. Heats were awful when you had no one to help you through one; especially your mate. Female heats could last up to three days. Males who could get heats only had them last up to 24 hours. My mate's shift would not end until four and he still had two hours left. Two hours was way too long.

I could not leave the house though. Any wolves anywhere near the house would be able to scent me. My heat was for my alpha alone. My entire body shuddered, working my fingers inside myself. I could not hit that spot within, grunting in frustration. Slick was running down my thighs, slick meant for my alpha. I hated it. My heat was supposed to be with my alpha. It was such a short window and it would be a few hours until he would be done with work.

I angrily pulled my fingers out, not getting any sort of satisfaction. I buried my face into the towel, my mate's scent starting to get covered with my own along with the sheets I was on. My tears blurred my vision, calling for my alpha once more. The scent gland on my neck was throbbing painfully, releasing pheromones that had built up for years inside of me. I was so scared of other wolves being able to scent me, not knowing how strong my own scent was.

I could even scent myself, how potent and needing I was. It would be a matter of hours until I fell into a haze, not being conscientious of anything else around me. By then, I prayed that alpha would be here.

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"Callan? What are you still doin' here?" Tod asked, coming from the back where the new shipment of wood had been delivered. He walked in to see Callan standing by the front door, not moving.

"Omega is not here," Callan said, worry flickering through his amber eye. Tod frowned deeply. After meeting Theo a few times, the older beta knew that was out of the ordinary for the fiery omega. He was nothing if not compulsory to always make sure he was with his alpha. The two were definitely in sync with each other, even without having a bond bite yet.

Tod looked to the wooden clock on the wall, seeing it was twenty minutes after four. His heart ached a bit, seeing such a worried face on his new worker's face. No, his friend's face. The two had gotten to talking yesterday, and somehow Callan had looked him right in the eye and said Tod was his friend. Tod felt his heart squeeze something fierce in his chest, bumping his arm playfully against Callan's. He said he had never been so honored in his life, turning to secretly dab at his eyes. This boy was making him blubber.

"How's this, Cal. You don't come back until next week anyway, so why don't you go on home and see if that omega of yours is there. If he's not, come back and I'll help you look for him. My shop is open till six but I'll stay an extra hour, just in case for ya'," Tod said, Cal looking relieved.

"Thank you," Cal said shyly, hurrying out the door. Tod hoped everything was okay. He had meant to invite the two over to his house for dinner, his mate wanting to make dinner for the two. Most people in the town kept to themselves, unless it was to gossip, his wife happy to meet good folk like them.

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Where is omega? Not here. Did not come to town.

My eye was throbbing, running from the edge of town and up into the forest. I barely felt the cool wind on my face, hardly noticing the fall season around me. It felt like the house was too far. I must move faster. These awful shoes were slowing me down. I growled, ripping them off, carrying them with one hand as I picked up my pace. I couldn't even feel the rocks and dirt beneath my feet. My mind was only on my omega. Was he hurt? Was it the Elders?

My lip curled and I snarled at the thought of the Elders touching one hair on my mate's head. I would tear them apart if they touched him. The moment my feet touched dirt more traveled than what I was previously on, I could see the makings of the house. My heart was beating in my chest until every part of my body froze like winter ice. A scent, so sweet and supple drifted up my nose. My mouth watered, my stomach flip flopping in my belly. I could feel a sweat break out on my body, my pants tightening. My shoes dropped from my fingers, feeling my fangs dig into my lip, cutting it. I could barely taste the blood on my tongue.

I started to pant, running to the house at a speed meant for hunting. I slammed through the front door, a wall of the mouth watering scent hitting me straight in the face, bringing me to my knees. Every breath made my head feel light. The hairs on my body were tingling like there was lightning in the sky.

My eye zeroed in on the closed bedroom door. The heavy scent of my omega coming from it. I kicked the front door shut, shakily getting onto my feet.

A croon, a call, from my omega had my body moving on its own. This, this, must be heat.

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My senses weren't far enough gone yet, my entire body jumping at the sound of the front door slamming open. I groaned at the ripple across my belly at the sudden movement. Sweat was dripping from my body, trying to focus my hazed mind on the sound. I breathed in the air deeply, and under my own powerful scent, was my alpha's. My throat released a croon, calling for my alpha. A Siren's call, one that no werewolf could resist. Not when the one calling was in heat.

Callan slammed through the bedroom door, his own breathing labored. His eye was glowing gold and warm. Lust with passion. My green eyes locked with his amber and pearl. His fangs were already out, a cut on his lip. My chest was heaving on the bed and I must have looked a sight. I was sprawled on the sheets, slick glistening the back of my shaking thighs. My skin felt flushed, my body hot and sweaty with my hair sticking to my neck. My own scent was overpowering. I had the towel pressed to the front of my body, my nose buried into the last remaining scent of my alpha on it.

Alpha was here. My alpha. I called him to me. Whether I used words or not, I don't know. All I know, is it got him moving. Callan had stripped off his pants in seconds flat, ripping the shirt he was wearing off; not even bothering to pull it up over his head. He stalked towards me, my body arching up to him. Begging for his touch that would stop the cramping and the overwhelming heat.

"Omega," Callan's voice a rich baritone that had my eyes rolling back, my hips shooting up into the air.

"Alpha," my voice thick and raspy, wanting his touch so bad it was making me lose my mind, "touch me. I need you inside of me. I need you-"

Callan was suddenly there, climbing onto the small bed. His hands grabbed my hips, tugging me down the bedsheets and towards him. I hissed at his touch, gasping at finally having a balm for the heat. His hands trailed up my torso slowly, his fingers flicking over my pink dusted nipples. He pulled one in to his mouth, making me cry out. My fingers laced into his hair, pressing my chest against his searing mouth. He let it go with a warm pop, doing the same to the other, leaving a soft bite mark around my puffy, abused nipple; both hardened into nubs. He kissed his way up my neck, making me sob as his teeth scraped along my scent gland.

My cock was hard and leaking, the itch inside of me growing to an unbearable degree. My hips jolted and rocked, trying to find my mate's member. I hit home easily, my alpha just as hard. Alpha growled low in his throat, the sound making me shake. His hand dragged down my body, grasping my member in his hand. I cried out, thrusting, my hair sticking to my forehead, snapping my head back at the pleasure that spiked down to my entrance.

Slick was leaking from me like a faucet, my pink bud clenching and unclenching to be filled. Callan's eye trailed down my body, his hot hands moving to rub my thighs before grabbing the underside of them, lifting them up and open. I moaned loudly, throwing my hands above my head to desperately grasp at the sheets. I opened my eyes, my alpha licking his lips, seconds from drooling.

"Alpha," my words not even making it seconds from my lips, Callan suddenly at my winking entrance. His tongue entered me, his mouth surrounding and sucking.

"Alpha! Oh, oh, yes, Callan!" I shouted, my toes curling as my hips rammed against his mouth. His large, heavy hands were holding my hips up for him, his tongue burying inside of me. Slick was coating his tongue, his lips, my butt cheeks. The lewd sounds he was making from the wet against his mouth. I couldn't breathe. The itch was becoming an inferno inside of me, his tongue almost, almost there. I suddenly felt his fingers inside of me, the pads of his fingers curling and suddenly pressing right there. Then, alpha rumbled. Low and deep from his belly.

"Yes!"

My back arched as slick spilled from me. I rocked against his face, begging for more. My orgasm racked through my body at a terrifying speed, my own seed oozing from my cock. My body slapped back down onto the bed, my lungs trying to suck in as much air as possible. My forest green eyes focused on my huge mate towering over me. His muscles rippling with strain from holding back. His arms tensing as short claws gripped my hips. His bangs hooded part of his blind eye, his other thrumming the deepest shade of gold. His own cock was hard and standing proudly, red with precum dripping down the thick shaft.

I felt my core shake, craving it. The itch hadn't been abated, my need growing by the minute.

"Omega," Callan's voice halfway between man and wolf.

"My alpha," I pleaded, reaching up my hand for him. Our fingers laced together, my alpha hovering over my burning body.

"Callan, my alpha. I need you. Before I lose myself to a haze, I need you. I'll always need you. Not just because of heat. But because you are my soul mate. Mine," my voice a near whisper, reaching up to cup my mate's cheek with my shaking hand. Callan nuzzled against my hand, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Omega needs me," Callan whispered, kissing my palm, pulling away. I whimpered in a panic that he was about to leave. Callan sat back on the bed and I quickly wrapped my long legs around his waist. I squeezed my calves against his sides to keep him close to me, seeing his own skin glistening from sweat.

"Omega is mine," Callan growled, bending his head to the crook of my neck, making me shake. I gasped, feeling the head of his cock press against my hole. My legs desperately held on tighter to him, feeling my winking entrance kiss his tip. Callan let a low rumble leave him, his gold eye burning into my green. His lips were suddenly on mine, both of us moaning desperately into the kiss. Tugging at his dark locks as his tongue dominated my mouth. Our fangs clashed, desperate to taste and feel and steal breaths. My nails raked down his back, my alpha wrapping an arm under my hips. Callan slowly, oh so slowly, pressed inside of me.

I shut my eyes, my mouth dropping at the stretch. Callan's rumbling was getting deeper, fangs biting into my lip. The thick length was pressing and rubbing every itch inside, my eyes rolling back. He slowly pushed through, breaking through my innocence that was meant for him. I could feel every part of him inside of me, his thick thighs hitting the back of my slick soaked ones. The tip of his cock was pressing against a spot that had me seeing stars.

Tears clung to my lashes, my alpha breathing heavily. The muscles in his arms twitching. His fingers were digging into my hips along with his claws, but I couldn't even feel it. Only the strength of his hands keeping me where he wanted me. Then, he moved. It was a clumsy rock of his hips, but it had me moaning, reaching up to grab at his shoulders. My own nails digging into his skin.

The sound must have encouraged him, my mate doing it again. He suddenly pulled out slowly, pushing back in, a heavy moan leaving his own lips. I nearly sobbed at the action, his bulbous tip rubbing at the itch. Callan growled, shallowly thrusting inside of me. My legs were shaking, slick coating his cock, wet squelching sounds echoing in the room.

I rocked back against his thrust, my mate gasping, growling as he lifted up my hips higher.

"Alpha!"

Suddenly, Callan was moving. His thrusts became deeper, holding my hips up for him to bury himself fully. His eye was concentrated to where we were joined, panting hard. I met his thrusts with my own, my wanton cries making him rumble and snarl. He was hunched over my body, pounding inside of me. His scent was coiling with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring his scent gland closer to me. I licked and tasted his skin, kissing and biting along his jaw and neck.

I felt one of his searing hands slip to grab at my cheek, lifting me up right when Callan snapped his hips forward. I cried out as stars danced across my vision, the coil in my belly tight and building. I was panting and gasping for air, dragging my fangs over his scent gland. Callan growled low, thrusting deep and hard, slick and precum splashing with every hard thrust. His shaft was rubbing my walls deliciously, filling me so full and rubbing the need inside of me.

My toes curled, my hole fluttering around the cock inside of me. The scent of my mate, of pine and home, had my canines ache. Callan's head was buried against my neck, his own teeth scraping against my scent gland.

"Please, alpha, take me," I begged in a ragged voice, tears falling down my cheeks. That was all it took for Callan to bite hard and through my scent gland. I cried out in joy, my body going limp as my alpha pounded his cock inside my body. My body that was now his. I shattered on his cock, my orgasm ripping through me as my body milked him for his seed. Slick gushed from my hole. My hips held captive by his strength, my own canines burying into his scent gland, claiming him as mine as my body rode on ecstasy.