I rested my head on top of my alpha's chest. The morning was quiet with a cold breeze brushing against the guest house every now and then. There was cool gray light coming in through the bedroom window, hinting at a cold chilly day. Callan's fingers combed through my hair making me sigh out happily.

The first few days with the medicine had me throwing up, nauseous, and with no hunger. Callan ended up a worried ball of nerves, holding me against him and rubbing my back when I threw up. I hate throwing up. Especially when there is nothing to throw up.

Today was better, my throat no longer feeling like it was on fire. I could swallow most things now without it hurting, my voice no longer sounding hoarse and scratchy.

I moved my head so my chin was propped up on my alpha's chest, my green meeting his amber and milky-white. Callan's smile was soft, making my own smile grow on my lips.

There had been a lot we talked about. What we were going to do about not having a house, needing to go talk with Tod (my alpha not knowing I was going to have the old beta calm him down about owning the store some day). Then there were the bigger questions. If Callan was the son of Griffith, did my alpha want to stay? Did he want to get to know his half brothers and father? Did he want to be apart of a pack again? Something in my gut told me Callan was related, and I knew my alpha could feel it too. Callan didn't know what he wanted to do. I told him he had lots of time to think about it and that he didn't have to feel rushed to make any choices.

For now, I was to get better and we were going to bring the older woman, Charlotte, up to the graves of her sister and Callan's grandfather, Samuel. Callan told me that where they were buried was a place his grandfather called the Overlook. It was a very beautiful and quiet place according to my alpha. I was very excited to go.

I nuzzled along his jaw line, smiling at the rumble that left him. I had thrown up very early that morning even though I had taken the last of the antibiotics yesterday.

"Omega smell sweet and pretty today. Not bitter with sick," Callan's voice a low timber and slightly scratchy from having blearily woken up himself. I flushed at his words, smiling shyly against his chest. I could feel my ears warm, Callan's fingers moving some of my hair behind my ear.

I rested my cheek against his large, warm palm, peeking through my dark lashes at him.

"My alpha," I whispered, moving from his chest so I could look into his eyes, "the most handsome of alphas. Lovely eyes, strong jaw, cute nose."

I bumped my nose against his, giggling at the pink that warmed his cheeks. I suddenly realized that with Callan still holding my cheek, brushing his thumb along the apple of it, it didn't hurt. Callan must have realized it at the exact same time I did, both of us suddenly kissing. Softly at first, a brush of lips, and then a clash. Stealing breaths, the sharp twinge of fangs, tongues battling and lips trying to claim every part.

I was rolled onto my back with my alpha over me, wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn't want him to stop. Never.

"My alpha, my alpha," my breaths stolen from my lips, "I love you."

Callan pulled back from my swollen lips, my fingers tangling into the hairs at the back of his head. Our gazes half lidded and smoldering into each other's. A deep rumble came from my alpha's chest, a shutter wracking through my suddenly very hot body.

"Love pretty omega. My Theo, always," my alpha breathed, moving his hands to hold my hips; his thumbs brushing their crests. His lips were on mine once more, melting against him as his scent wrapped me in a loving warm blanket. A purr left me unbidden, Callan pulling away to nuzzle at my throat.

"Missed pretty omega sound," Callan smiling against my neck, kissing me warmly at my nearly faded bruises. I flushed at his words, biting my lip to stop my smile from growing.

"My alpha," I whispered against his ear, Callan leaving warm kisses down my neck and lovingly over my mating bite, "mark me," I tilted my head more to the bite mark pulsing at my neck, "claim me within."

My hand brushed over his shoulders, arching my hips up within his large hands. A growl fell from my alpha's lips, my boxers tugged down my long legs and flung somewhere haphhazardly. His kisses warmed my belly, the scratchiness of his five o'clock shadow brushing against my skin. His large hand stroked my length, making me jolt and moan. His tongue licked the tip, my breath hitching. My hands tangled into the bedsheets above my head, my body starting to flush from the heat of my desire. Slick started to bead from my entrance, the scent enticing my alpha. I nearly purred at how much he loved my slick.

A rumble left my alpha, his warm lips kissing the inside of my thigh. My hip bones. His fangs scraped the tender skin of my cheek, my breath stuttering. I bit my lip hard, my legs shaking. To feel his tongue. His breath. His lips. Goddess I needed him.

His tongue was gentle when he prodded my entrance, a sigh of relief and happiness falling from my lips. I could feel Callan's smile between my legs, his tongue stroking the fire deep in my core.

His tongue curled and lapped and tasted, his mouth hot and burning over me; stars flitting through my vision. He pressed a finger inside me, my body shaking. It took a few minutes for my body to relax to his finger, my omegan side still getting used to the new place we were in; no longer in the place I considered my den.

"Omega, my omega. It is safe. I am here," Callan's voice gentle and deep. Something in my heart let go, my body relaxing significantly. Callan rumbled happily, easily moving his finger now. Callan licked at my hole where my body was giving him more slick to enjoy. A second finger joined the first, and then a third. I was wreathing against his hand, my toes curling into the bedsheets. Sweat glistened our bodies. My alpha pulled his fingers from my entrance, licking them clean. I flushed at the action, my mind already hazy. I rocked my hips up to him, whimpering. Alpha lifted my hips to him, my legs wrapping around his waist.

I licked my lips when his gold eye met my blown dark green. Alpha growled, his tip kissing my winking hole, and then he pressed in. My breath whooshed out of me, throwing my head back. The heat and stretch and burn had my thighs trembling in his hands. It felt endless, filling me to the brim until his thighs hit the back of mine. Alpha leaned over my slender form, the hard planes of his body caging me. The scent of love and protection circled around me, my body calming at my alpha claiming me again. I felt the gentle caress of a callused finger brush away a tear that had escaped. A tear of relief and happiness. Alpha rumbled low, kissing me gently, his lips so very warm.

Slick wet his cock, feeling my insides become pliant. The first thrust had my hole tremble in pleasure, his cock pressing all the places that made me see stars.

Then we were moving. Rocking and grinding and holding each other so tightly as to never let go. To never be apart again. I couldn't bear to have him too far from me, my alpha feeling the same. His heart beat in sync with my own.

I moaned wantonly at Callan snapping his hips into my deepest pleasure spot, Callan angling his hips and pounding there. His hands lifted up my desperately bouncing hips, allowing him to do whatever he wished. Claim me however he wanted. His chest was pressed against mine, my taught nipples brushed against his skin deliciously.

"Yes! Oh yes, alpha!" I moaned hotly into his ear, my fangs scrapping over his mating bite. Callan snarled into my own neck. I could feel the power within him pouring into my own hot body.

There was nothing but my alpha. My breaths were moaned hotly from my lips, ecstasy shooting down my spine. My entrance quivered around his cock, the ball of pleasure tight in my belly. Sweat rolled over our bodies, my mind leaving me.

"Alpha! Yes! Yes!" I silently screamed as I came hard, slick gushing over my alpha. With a hard snap of his hips, he was buried inside me, coming deeply in my belly. His teeth buried into my mark, pleasure rippling through my body as I rode on ecstasy. I desperately bit into his mark, my eyes rolling at the claim that was reassured deep into my very being. Alpha's thighs were hard and corded tight, refusing to move from within me as the warmth of his seed filled me. My jaw let go of his neck, feeling a tightness in my heart unwind. Alpha slowly kissed the mark on my neck, both of us basking in the pleasure that was slowly leaving our bodies. My body continued to chase my slowly leaving orgasm, rocking my hips to catch the last of its waves; delicious friction from my alpha's cock rubbing against my walls.

Callan moved his head so our noses brushed, hazily seeing his warm amber eye. I kissed the lips I knew wanted to join with mine, sighing against his mouth. The kisses were slow, filled with relief and reassurance that we were both here. We were both safe in the other's arms.

"Won't let omega be taken again," Callan's words deep and soft. My heart stuttered in my chest, smiling gently.

"I won't leave you alone, my alpha, never alone again," I whispered, brushing my fingers through his dark locks. Sweet and soft kisses were shared, playful nips and nose bumps. My fingers caressed over the skin of his shoulders and down his chest, one of my fingers gently tracing an old scar that was there.

"My alpha, let me show you how a bathtub works," I smiled, Callan looking curious.

"In bathroom?" Callan asked, moving so his girth slipped from my body gently. I bit my lip, sighing happily at the seed that was still deep in my core. Claiming.

"You'll like it, especially when the water is warm. It makes your muscles feel better if they are sore," I said scooching to get off the bed. I was suddenly lifted into my alpha's arms, gasping in surprise.

"Cal! Honey, your side," I couldn't help but say with worry. Callan only smiled, kissing me warmly.

"Side is healed, omega. No worry."

I missed my alpha carrying me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, Callan setting my wobbly legs back down. I turned on the water, steam filling the bathroom.

"Omega, water is hot because of steam. Said water can burn," Callan nervously wringing his hands. I turned to hug my alpha as the bath filled. It was large enough to fit us both, though my alpha would have to bend his knees a little.

"It is hot, and we can make it cooler if it is, but see how there aren't bubbles deep in the water like when we make soup? It should be okay to soak in," I said. Callan looked unsure, but once it filled I stepped in. It was very warm, my skin turning pink instantly at my feet.

I slowly sat down, my ribs nearly healed anyway. I looked up at my alpha, seeing him dip in a toe. He pulled away quickly, looking at me in shock.

"It's okay, my alpha, go slow. Your body will get used to the temperature, I promise."

Callan did as I said, the water still warm by the time he was sitting behind me. We both rested in the water, Callan's hands tracing down my sides, finally resting on top of my belly. I told Callan that it could still be dangerous if the water was too hot. About a frog that slowly got boiled to death, places called hot springs, and that babies never go in deep water by themselves and never in hot water like this. Callan was listening intently, not seeming too bothered by the hot water anymore.

"Like when holding omega by fire," Callan said, kissing my neck. I giggled up at him, turning my head so we could kiss softly.

"Omega want fire when done with bath?"

"Sure Cal! I'll make lunch for us too," I said. We had stolen most of the vegetables from the pack kitchen since I knew my alpha didn't want to go back and forth to the pack house if he didn't have to.

We got out of the bath, sharing a towel between us again. We wore the same pants as yesterday, at least changing our shirts.

"Go get wood now, stay here omega?" Callan asked, worry flitting through his amber eye.

"Yes, my soft alpha. With food when you are done," I smiled. Callan lifted me into his arms, kissing me deep and warm. He set me down gently, lifting my hand, softly kissing my knuckles. My cheeks flushed, my heart squeezing in my chest.

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Omega was here now. Safe. Will always keep safe. No longer smells of sick, but sweet again. Sometimes sweeter, but like scent lots. Need new house so omega will make sweet sound. Only makes it sometimes.

We talked a lot. I did not know what to do if alpha Griffith is father. What would it change? Omega said I would have bigger family if I wanted, but I do not know if they would want me. I am not a child anymore. I have grown big and strong. Omega said having a big family can be fun and won't feel lonely. Have lots of people to talk to and will help if something is wrong. Won't ask for anything in return because that's what a family does. It sounded too good to be true, but I do not know if that applies to me.

I would need to think more. Omega said Tod will not be angry if I do not come to wood shop. Once we tell him of house fire and bad Elders, he will only be worried if we are okay because that's what a friend does. Theo and I are to go to town to buy things we had before. I am sad that I do not have Grandfather's books anymore. Don't have anything of Grandfather's. My heart hurt in my chest, rubbing it when omega sleeping after taking medicine. Omega wanted to go back to the house when we traveled with Grandmother Charlotte to the Overlook. Theo wanted to see for himself.

Shaking my head, I looked at the forest by the guest house. I would need an axe. I looked at the pack house, sighing at the people walking about and talking. They were going to be scared of me. Call me mean names. Did not want to go, but promised omega fire.

I walked slowly to the pack house, my nose finding the scent of warriors. I will find Grant and ask where axe is. Helped omega when Elders hid my omega away. Theo said Grant did not want to join with him since I was omega's mate. I grumbled at that, still wary of the beta.

Many she-wolves watched me as I went closer to the pack house, some shying away from me. I curled my shoulders so I would not be so big.

"Hi! Your the biggest wolf I've seen in my whole life!"

My eye snapped down to small wolf child; very small. She in dress with flowers and messy curly brown hair.

"Hello," I said, my voice always deep with power. The small child giggled, waving at me and smiled. Child never smile at me before.

"Laura!" A she-wolf gasped with just as curly hair. Her eyes went very big seeing me, so I moved away quickly.

"Hey! Wait mister!" The tiny girl called. I heard the she-wolf hushing her, sighing again.

I know, I scary. I followed the scents to where the warriors were, closing my eyes. I drew in my scent so no one could smell me; maybe that will help. Opening my eye I tightly controlled my scent so I had none. I walked through a pair of open doors.

There were lots of odd machines and objects, seeing a few warriors using them. I think it was a type of exercise, like Grandfather had me do. I quietly went to another door where the scents were very strong, hearing loud laughing.

"Hey, hey! I heard he talks like this. I caveman, I stupid," a voice laughed, several others joining him.

I froze at the words, my hands unconsciously coming up to curl against my chest. My heart squeezed. I turned to leave, but a voice stopped me.

"Hey!" The voice thundered, everyone quieting in the large room. I stopped too, the scent and power so similar to my own.

"I don't know where the hell you get off making fun of my brother!"

I blinked, startled at the words, peeking around a corner. Many warriors were here, many naked, getting dressed, smell of sweat and steam. There were lots of metal boxes on top of each other, wolves pulling clothes or water bottles from them.

"And whether or not he is my brother, he is a guest. One who stopped Madam Elder from getting away with treason. So if you insult him you are insulting me and every Crescent in this pack. So watch your mouths!"

It was Ethan, the oldest son of Griffith's second chance mate. My hands uncurled from my chest, blinking in surprise at his words. My heart felt funny, his scent honest and strong.

"And what makes you think he's an idiot!?" Ethan snapped at whomever was the one saying mean words, "last I checked he got through our border patrol unseen, unscented, and waited who knows how long at the edge of the packhouse."

There were whispered agreements that, that was true.

"I hear any other insults to him there will be consequences. Guest or not, brother or not. Is that clear!?"

"Yes, alpha Ethan!" Was yelled by all the warrior wolves. I bit my lip. Maybe omega right. Maybe having brothers would be fun and nice.

I perked up seeing Grant, stepping quickly towards him. No one noticed me yet, several still hanging their heads from being yelled at, which was probably good. I tapped his shoulder, Grant turning around, screaming. I backed up in surprise, Grant grabbing at his chest, holding on to my shirt like it was keeping him from falling down.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I think I lost ten years on my life!" Grant cried out. I lifted my brow at his words, not understanding. Omega tried to explain exaggeration to me and sarcasm, saying we would work up to it.

"How in the Hell did you sneak into the barracks full of warriors without anyone seeing you!?" Grant grabbing at my shirt collar, trying to shake me. Which didn't really work.

"Callan?" Ethan whispered, walking closer to us, "how long have you been there?"

The scent from the other wolves was not really fear, but shame. I quickly looked away back down at Grant who was patting over where his heart was. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to answer the question.

"Do you see gray hair? I can feel it coming in," Grant whined, patting at his hair. I rolled my eye at him, starting to understand what omega meant by exaggeration.

"I need axe," I said quietly, not really wanting anyone else making fun of my words. I already knew they were not pretty like omega's words.

"What do you need an axe for?" Grant asked, cocking his head. I rubbed the back of my neck looking around the place he called barracks. Many wolves avoided my eyes, some looking at me curiously.

"I'll take you there, Callan," Ethan said, my amber eye meeting a softer version of my own. I nodded my head slowly, Ethan smelling hopeful. He perked up, smiling largely at me as I walked next to him as we started to leave.

"Holy shit!" One of the wolves said, Ethan and I turning to the voice. It was a female who looked strong, scent of an alpha.

"That's what threw me off! I can't fucking scent you!" She exclaimed, all the wolves standing and immediately sniffing the air. Ethan was next to me, doing the same, looking at me curiously. He was only a little shorter than me.

"Yes," I said slowly, furrowing my brows, "can hide scent."

I turned to leave, feeling Ethan right next to me.