Chapter Two – Alert

I woke feeling my wolf on high alert. So high on alert, she'd shifted me into our wolf form. A form I knew would look skeletal with lumps of silver fur missing here and there. No, I wasn't normally like this, but when my magic went to have it's decadely fit... it showed badly in my wolf form.

I freely admitted that I was scared to open my eyes. Or, I freely admitted it in my head, but there wasn't a chance in hell that I would say it out loud. I was of alpha-blood! Saying it out loud would admit weakness. Which, since I was dealing with an Omega wolf probably would be my best chance at survival.

Drawing in a long breath, I scented–

The ocean? Salt, water, rubbish, birds and fish hit my nose all at once. It was that surprise of those scents that made me open my eyes. What was I doing near the ocean? How did I get from the train to the ocean? Peeling my eyes open, I saw black. A black sky, black water which during the day would be a sea blue, and the sand almost glowed a golden white, yet each grain of sand seemed to send a large shadow out, tinting the luminous colour dark.

I inhaled again, I hadn't scented him, I still couldn't scent him. Where was my mate? Because, yes, I could admit he was my mate. But, at the same time, I wanted to reject him. I wanted to throw the mating away, curse fate, and continue to life my life lonely. But, the fear. The fear of what he would do if I did say those words of rejection kept the words sealed shut in my mouth.

My father had tried to break the bond for me... fate hadn't liked that. So they'd made the worst scenario possible play out. My Omega mate killed him. My mate killed my father, making my weak brother Alpha. While I knew I was strong, I didn't know if I was strong enough to forgive a wolf who could kill my father and strangle me until I was nearly passed out, commanding me. Dominating me. And I knew that he wouldn't like that I had my own mind.

Damn it! Why couldn't werewolves be like they were in the wild?! Where the Alpha was the strongest! The Omega the punching bag instead of the other way around. Why were we werewolves so different from nature? Were we that abnormal? That hated? And why couldn't my mate have been a mate to a submissive wolf! My wolf growled at my thought, because again, while she feared him, she already loved him. And how could she not, according to the fates, he was made for us. Yeah right, an Omega wolf was made for an Alpha wolf. It just didn't make any sense.

I lifted my head– THE FUCK! I growled threateningly as I tried to lift my head again. But I couldn't move my head, or any other part of my body out of it's current position. The bastard had commanded me while unconscious not to move! That son of a Bitch!

I growled again as the wind brushed my fur, sending the scent of the sea back to me again, because I realised something. And I knew he'd done it on purpose. Space. I was the only "bump" in the sand. I wasn't covered. Anyone could see me. Which also meant that anyone could a) kill me, b) as much as I hated this one, it didn't matter because I couldn't move – rape me, c) torture me and then leave me to die until that bastard lifted his command. There were probably a thousand other things that could happen, but with those main three running through my head, I didn't really want to scare myself any more.

A flash of gold. I growled, trying to see the flash, trying to scent it, but the damn thing knew that it's scent was upwind. When I didn't see it again, I tried to tell myself that it had just been an inanimate object floating across the wind. Hell, I believed myself so much I snorted in amusement. Because I didn't believe myself. And I could feel my hackles rise at the unknown threat.

That was when I heard it. Breathing. Steady and sure. Behind me. I couldn't help but freeze, nor could I help the threatening growl as the werewolf behind me touched his nose to my tail that was laying on the ground out straight behind me. Way too close for comfort, I thought. I let my growl get louder as the wolf came closer, letting me know exactly where he was as his nose trailed up my tail. Along my back. Oh fuck this! And normally, that would be my que to attack. But I was frozen. I couldn't move. Not even twitch.

The werewolf purred at my growl. He fucking purred! Pounding paws from my left didn't even stop the werewolf above me. But then I felt it. Power being released. A command being lifted. Testing, I flexed my tail as I knew the werewolf couldn't see it any more now that he was over me. And my tail moved. I felt the grains of sand brush the fine strands of my fur as I moved. I almost wanted to grin.

The moment I knew the werewolf above me was directly over me, I lifted and spun so that, while I was still under him, I had his throat in my mouth. My fangs sunk into his flesh, making the werewolf yip in surprise before it turned into a whimper of pain. Blood from his throat wound dropped into my mouth, onto my face. Thank god only our half-form bound us as mates, I thought with a chuckle as to how many males I'd beaten over the years. I'd have had hundreds of mates if this was a way to bind.

I twisted us so that he ended up falling to my left, my jaw still firmly holding his throat. He whimpered at me to let go. But with my new position, I was able to see exactly what that flash of gold had been. His blonde fur looked gold in the near street lights which told me just how close to the humans we were. And it was that, his gigantic size, and his eyes that told me who this wolf was before my own wolf could. The blonde furred wolf had jade eyes. Mate. This was my mate in wolf form. In any other circumstance, I may have let my wolf purr at the sight, admire the sight. But he'd killed my father. And he was going to bind me closer than the word "vow". I growled at my mate as he slowed, the wolf – who I'd forgotten about – whimpered as my growl shocked my teeth into moving in his throat, causing him more pain.

My Omega mate didn't stop. Instead, he stared. Pausing in front of me. Going still. Jade eyes, however, flickered from my eyes to my neck. Then his eyes looked at the rest of me. There was no emotion in his eyes. In his posture. It made me uneasy. I had no idea what he was thinking. Then he looked at the wolf on his back between us. The wolf curled in, almost towards me as though asking for protection from the Omega.

I growled as my Omega mate bent his head down, unsure as to what he was about to do. I clenched my jaw tighter to stop myself from making the same mistake as earlier, to stop myself from biting him as I would have any other. And I was right to be weary. His teeth punctured my snout making me release the wolf below with a yelp. But my slight tug only caused me to stop my movements as pain ripped through my muzzle. And this time, I decided fuck it.

Ignoring the pain and the pain that was to come, I ripped my snout out of his jaws. He looked surprised by my action before the expression I'd seen on the train appeared, rage. More than anger, less than mindless. I lunged forward, my teeth nipped his leg as he danced out of the way. He came back at me, slamming his larger weight against me, throwing me a good five-ten feet away before I rolled the rest.

I was dazed for a moment, but I'd had that happen before in many fights previous to this, I was up and out the way of his paws as they slammed onto the beach were I'd lain. Holy shit! If he'd done that on me, his paws would have slammed through me. Through fur, skin, and bone. But it was that action that reminded me that I'd just chosen to battle against my mate. Against an Omega.

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