Posing for the Omega (For the Alpha #2)(29)

“What do you want?” Zora growled, white fangs slick with saliva no doubt holding back the urge to sink them into the females flesh.

“This omega really means so much to you?” Svara tightened her arm around my throat cutting off some of my airways. Gagging my hands came up to claw at her arm trying to dislodge her tight grip but no matter what I did she didn’t budge. Zora vibrated with pent up rage as he took another step closer only to halt when her sharp talon tapped on my belly threateningly. “Now now. Stay where you are. I’ll let him go if you submit. Shift to your two legged form and bare your neck to me.”

By now the pack hovered around the spectacle watching with fearful eyes as our alpha shifted to his second from and knelt in the dirt black eyes staring straight at me. My head started to spin from the lack of oxygen and the anger started to build deep in my chest burning every nerve in my body till all I felt was boiling heat inside me. How dare she insult my alpha! How dare she threaten my pups! She had no right to come into my pack and demand what was mine! I would protect what was mine! My scrambling claws grasped for purchase deep into the flesh of her arm and I planted my massive feet before I threw my weight forward and took the female over my head and hard down on the ground in front of me. Svara crashed to the ground with a thud her face staring up into mine with bright yellow eyes. I fell down on her my maw gaping wide as I roared, loud and deafening. The sound all the possesive blinding rage and hunger to hurt her. It was a wild burt of instinct that drove me to—

“IRA!”

I stopped short. My split slick muzzle centimeters from the she wolf's throat, my saliva dripping into her red fur. I’d wanted to kill her, to roll in her blood until I knew she was dead. A shutter of revulsion wracked through me as the insane blood lust faded as quickly as it came. I panted over her as her yellow eyes stared up into my own.

“Guess I have to keep my end of the bargain.” Svara smirked, unfazed.





“Ira.”

My ears swiveled forward as my alphas voice began to break through the haze. Svara lay upside down under me, her face passive as she watched me with calculating yellow eyes. I’d thrown her over my head — how was that even possible. Granted she wasn’t as big as me, but she wasn’t small by any means. And the blood lust… I’d wanted to, to — I swallowed back the pooling saliva in my mouth as I scrambled away from the she wolf, getting as much space between us as possible. I’d wanted to kill her. Mother, but I’d wanted to not only kill her but roll in her blood for threatening my pups, for humiliating my alpha. A growl escaped me unconsciously as I felt the urge to defend and defeat swelled back to the surface—

“Ira.” Heavy hands threaded through my neck fur tugging sharply to get my attention. His smell wafted around me calming the crazed emotions trying to control me. Zora tugged harder until I was focused on him and his black calm eyes. “Calm little one.”

Relaxing into his grip I looked over his shoulder to see Svara being surrounded by more than half the pack. The approaching wolves ears were flattened against their skulls, bright white fangs glistened from their snarling maws. “If I get mauled to death I can’t tell you shit!” She snarled as one wolf took a very close snap at her thigh.

“Shift and they will cease.” Zora watched closely as his betas tightened their circle.

“Fucking fine!” Svara’s body shifted, so quickly it was hard to adjust to the extreme differences in her appearance. The betas growls quieted and they backed away from the short form standing on two legs in front of them, just like Zora said they would.

“Oh my mother.” Panting I felt the last bits of adrenaline wearing off as I looked at Svara’s two form. Her skin was pale and scattered with freckles all over, her red hair hung in thick short waves cut straight right above her shoulders and muscles cut into sharp lines over her small form hinting at a strength her size shouldn’t have. She was so different but it was the scars cut into her body all over that was the most shocking. There was so many big and small they warred with her freckles for space on her small frame. Some were a jagged mess of healed flesh while others were just faint lines. How had I not noticed them in her luperci form? Where had she gotten so many wounds? Who had done something so violent?

“Happy?” She snarled right at my alpha.

Zora tensed beside me, his muscles a thick bunch around his shoulders as he watched the female. He looked at me again his hand soothing over my muzzle before he leaned in a licked a path along my lips. It was soothing, grounding in a way I hadn’t realized I needed from him. His hand rested on my belly and he rubbed soft circles to reassure us both that our pups were ok. “Do not intervene.” He licked my lips again, but this time there was a fierce possessiveness to it that made me want to crawl up and down his body until he was deep inside me. “Do you understand Ira. Do not intervene.” His words started to sink into my itty bitty brain. I’d never claimed to have a brain equal in size to the rest of me, and ever since Zora first mated me I seem to think more with my dick then I did with my actual head. Wait he was going to— Zora turned away from me and stalked to Svara on determined strong legs. The wolves scattered getting out of their alphas way as he made a beeline straight for the she wolf where he—

“HOLY BALLS!” Zora’s had decked her! Like full out right in the face! Svara’s head snapped to the side an angry red blotch already forming on her freckled cheek. Teeth baring in her most primitive form she rushed her full weight into Zora’s diaphragm slamming them both to the ground in a heap of violent flesh. Panting a new adrenaline rush surged through me as I took a step forward, I had to do something I didn’t want them to fight. Alloy stepped in front of me, his massive black four form blocking my path.