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Rubina constantly struggles to live up to her mother’s expectations. Despite trying her hardest to make her mother proud, she always messes things up. One day, the omega’s pack is expecting a special guest. Her mother urges her to act like a lady, and Rubina ends up making one of the biggest mistakes in her life: she stares down an alpha! But could the huge mistake actually change her life for the better?

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Rubina constantly struggles to live up to her mother’s expectations. Despite trying her hardest to make her mother proud, she always messes things up. One day, the omega’s pack is expecting a special guest. Her mother urges her to act like a lady, and Rubina ends up making one of the biggest mistakes in her life: she stares down an alpha! But could the huge mistake actually change her life for the better?

Age Ragting: 18+

Original Author: Vanessa Hawk

Note: This story is the author's original version and does not have sound.


Water soaked through my shoes as I ran.

I could feel my feet squishing into the soles whenever they hit the ground.

The splash hit my stockings and the bottom of my soft blue flower-patterned dress.

My breath was steaming in the frigid weather, my reddish-brown hair sticking to my face and neck.

It wasn’t supposed to rain until later in the evening, so I hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with me to work.

I decided to take the short way home.

Even though it would be muddy, I figured it was a bit better than continuing to freeze from the cold wind and rain.

The wooded area was private land for us, so I never had to worry about strangers when I walked through.

It took me across town back to the pack house, instead of having to walk all the way around on the human-filled roads.

I didn’t hate humans—in fact, I adored them.

I worked for an older couple in their diner three days a week serving. It was one thing I was good at.

I loved spending time with average people from the town, getting to know them.

I questioned why we were always told to keep a distance. I hated Demure’s rules and regulations.

I didn’t understand why we had them.

Luckily, there wasn’t much for a nineteen-year-old to do in Witchoken.

It was a town of maybe two thousand people.

Since we didn’t live near Seattle, or any city in the state, our alpha would sometimes allow us to take jobs with humans.

He said it was about learning people skills, but I had a feeling it was to show us how different we are from them.

How in many ways, their simple lives are good, sweet, and enough.

That’s what Demure was all about.

Everyone was raised to be humble, quiet, and submissive to elders and the alpha.

We girls had to dress as proper ladies, meaning no pants of any kind, and skirts and dresses never going an inch above our knees.

A lot of us made our own clothes—it was easier that way.

I knew my mother would be furious at how dirty my dress and shoes had gotten; she always took such care in our appearance even though they—we—were omegas.

As I was nearing the other side of the woods, my foot came right out of my shoe.

Losing my balance, I fell face-first into a huge mud puddle.

I immediately jumped up, not just because the mud was partially frozen, which made me cold, but to keep my clothes as clean as possible, which I was doing a terrible job at.

I wobbled back to my shoe and picked it up.

I was dead meat.

My shoe was encased in mud, and it was white. Was white.

I just turned and started walking again.

I didn’t care anymore that I had only one shoe on, or that it was cold.

I wanted to get home to wash and warm up.

My mom loved making apple cider, so I knew I could count on that to warm me after having been thrown into an ice bath.

I could see the lights from the windows and back door of the pack house.

It was only three in the afternoon, but it was already getting dark.

Sometimes I forgot how bland and plain everything was here.

Demure was an example to the community that simple living was the best living.

At least, that’s what Alpha Samuel and my parents would always say.

The back stairs where made of masonry brick that you would usually see houses built with.

Our pack house was grey stucco, which I never quite understood.

Simple plain living, I suppose.

I slid my hand into my jacket pocket to grab my key, only there was no key to grab.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself. It must have fallen when I had.

I peered into one of the windows next to the door and saw my mom preparing dinner for the pack.

She was looked down upon, as all omegas are, but she was a damn good cook, and no one could ever say differently.

As I stood there watching, feeling proud of her being my mother, I didn’t even notice the back door open.


A low growl came from my right. I slowly turned my head and put on the best smile I had in my arsenal.

“Hey, Dad,” I said softly, “I was just—”

He cut me off faster than a bullet.

“Inside. Now.”

His voice was stern. He stepped out a bit and held the door for me to walk in.

I slunk past him, keeping my head down.

Respect was huge in Demure, especially for your parents.

I walked into the large yet simple kitchen, my feet still freezing on the concrete floor.

Our pack house loved concrete. It was everywhere.

Concrete countertops in the kitchen and all bathrooms, concrete flooring throughout the house, and concrete people.

Bland and boring as ever.

I let my muddy shoe fall from my hand next to the huge island and took my coat off and hung it over one of the barstools.

“Rubina Holtz,” my mother said as she slammed the knife down on the side of the huge oak cutting board.

I jumped slightly, making sure to look at the floor, not wanting to be disrespectful.

She turned toward me and took a few steps before stopping a foot or two away.

“Look at me.”

Her words were soft, but I knew I was in trouble.

I raised my head slowly and looked at her.

“Mom, I can explain. I got stuck in this damn rain and didn’t have an umbrella, so I got wet and then my shoe got stuck in mud…”

I rambled on, coming to a slow stop.

The air felt denser and heavier than it had before.

A shiver ran up my spine, causing me to twitch to get out the tingly feeling.

“Rubina, I told you to make sure you were dressed in an appropriate manner for tonight’s dinner before you left, did I not?”

Her hands moved to her hips, and she tapped her foot.

“Yeah, but—”

“Yeah?” she said as she stepped closer.

“Yes, ma’am. You did. I should have been more careful and brought an umbrella to be safe. And stayed on the roads so as to not dirty my outfit.”

I spoke in a regretful tone.

“I got lazy and did not want to walk around town. I took the easy way and I understand and expect to be punished for it.”

I let out a small cough—the cold having gotten to my lungs as I ran.

“You will do well to remember to be ladylike, clean, and proper in the future. Sometimes you are so lazy that you hurt yourself in the long run. You are no longer a child, Rubina. You are a full wolf, and you must learn to follow directions. Punishment will be harsher now.”

She let out a heavy sigh before putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I love you, sweetie. I want what’s best for you. You have so much to prove to this pack, more than most. I need you to be the best you can be. Hm? Now, go on to your room and get a shower and change into something nice. Guests will be arriving and we are to take care of them.”

She patted me on the arm before turning back to her green and red bell peppers.

“Yes, mother,” I said, grabbing my shoe and walking toward the back staircase.

“And don’t leave your muddy clothes in the bathroom. Put them in the hamper so I can wash them tonight.”

She waved the knife above her head.

“I know, mother. I will.”

I try to be obedient. I try to be calm and quiet, humble and simple. I do.

But deep down I want to scream.

I hate being a lowly omega who can’t have a voice…not that anyone in this pack really has one, but I want to share my opinions, my thoughts.

I want to be myself.

To be heard.

The hot steam from the shower helped calm me down.

I knew Demure was my home, and as much as I felt suffocated, I would most likely end up living there for the rest of my life.

Omegas rarely found mates in other packs, and even if they did, they were often rejected due to their status.

The hot water feels great against my skin, burning but warming my core to the bone.

I needed this.

It was the only place I could think.

The only place warm, safe, and with freedom to be me.

I slowly ran my hand along my small breasts, then down to my sex.

I wasn’t some girl who didn’t want sex. I wanted it. I dreamed about it.

I began to slowly rub my clit, applying the slightest pressure, building my orgasm.

I took a nipple in between my fingers with my other hand and pulled, squeezing softly, letting out a slight moan as I did.

I increased the pressure and speed as my juices began washing away with the water down the inside of my thighs.

I knew I was doing something wrong according to pack rules.

Demure had a no-sex-no-masturbation-no-anything policy unless you were mated.

I ignored at least one rule weekly. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel intoxicated.

“Rubina!” my mom yelled from the other side of the door.

“Yes, mother?” I said, pulling my hands from my sweet spots.

“I set a dress on your bed for you to wear along with a sweater to go over the top. You have until 6:30 to get ready to present yourself. Knowing you—start now.”

I heard the soft noise of her feet retreating and my bedroom door closing.

Even people as lowly as us had showers in their own rooms.

That was standard for Demure.

Be simple, they said, let’s have every room in the damn pack house have its own bathroom.

That makes total sense.

I turned the water off and reached for the hook which held my towel—gray, of course.

I dried off, wrapping it tightly around me.

As I stepped out of the shower, I felt a sudden stabbing sensation in my chest.

It quickly went away.

I chalked it up to it boiling myself after being a popsicle.

I grabbed the vanilla-scented lotion off my dresser and began lathering it on.

It was the only scent I could use as an omega. I never really liked it, but it wasn’t terrible, so I used it to keep my mom happy.

Like I did with almost everything else in my life.

I picked up the navy-colored A-line dress my mom had mentioned and held it up to my body.

As I looked in the mirror, I realized it had long sleeves.

“And I’m supposed to wear this black knitted sweater over it? I am going to die of heat exhaustion,” I said, throwing it back on my bed.

I grabbed a pair of black bikini panties and a black bra.

I wasn’t impressing anyone. Comfort was my concern.

I blew my hair dry and put a light oil in it to help with the frizz.

As straight as my hair was, the frizz would be apparent.

I kept it down to my shoulders.

I liked my hair this way. Styling it up was too much work.

I slipped the dress on and pulled it up, pushing each arm through a slightly puffed shoulder to the narrow length of the sleeve.

It wasn’t ugly. Actually, it was kind of pretty.

I put on some music to help motivate me to finish getting ready, but that was never how it worked out.

I ended up lying on the bed, reading a new book I had picked up at the library.

By the time I realized the time, it was 6:20.

Ten minutes to be downstairs, greeting and serve the guests!


I grabbed a pair of light-skin-toned hosiery and yanked them on as fast as I could.

Shoes next. Black flats. I was five-foot-six, so heels were never my thing.

Well, they weren’t Demure’s thing either.

Two facts I knew about this dinner:

One, I had to be professional and proper.

Two, I was going to be stared at for not doing my hair or even attempting to put on foundation to cover my freckles.

I pulled the loose-knit sweater over my head and ran down to the kitchen.

As I turned the corner to the hall, I plowed straight into someone’s back.

I shut my eyes out of surprise, then opened them.

A man’s broad back, clearly muscular under his black dress shirt.

He smelled like sandalwood and pinecones.

It was the most amazing, mouthwatering scent I’d ever encountered in my life.

It made my heart pound in my chest and my knees weaken, and there was a warm sensation in between my legs.

I couldn’t help but take another deep breath in; it was like some form of drug to my brain.

I pushed these thoughts aside as quickly as I could.

From his colorless clothing I could tell I had bumped into one of the guests.

I stepped back and put my head down.

“I am sorry. Please excuse my incompetence. I did not mean to be so rude.”

“And yet here we are,” a soft, husky voice said.

“I deeply apologize. I meant no disrespect by it.”

I lowered my head further, showing my submissiveness, then tilted it to the side, exposing my neck.

He leaned down, his breath hitting my neck, only making the warmth between my legs grow.

“Are you offering yourself to me as a penance for your crime?”

“If you wish to kill me, sir, I will accept it. You are a guest here, and I am but an omega who is to serve you. If you wish to rip my throat out, I can only oblige.”

I tried to sound calm and collected, but what if he really did want me dead?

This man’s aura, his scent, his presence, was unlike anything I had felt in my life.

It scared me.

“What if I wish to do something else? Something I know your body would enjoy…?”

He licked my earlobe and ran his tongue down my neck slowly.

“Something I know you will never get here.”

He grabbed my neck and held me still. He was rough; his hands felt coarse.


I couldn’t speak. My body shuddered at his touch.

An unconscious moan left my mouth as he nibbled at the nape of my neck.

I don’t know if my heart can take much more of this.

I swallowed hard before taking a huge breath.

I grabbed his wrist and stepped back.

I might be an omega, but I’m not easy. This is too much.

I looked up at him, mistakenly staring into his eyes—cold and unyielding as ice.

I felt my heart fall to my stomach.

My cheeks turned red as I looked away.

My breath became heavier.

“I’m sorry—I wasn’t thinking, I—”

“My mate,” he said in a monotone, his eyes looking me over.

“You, little omega, are my mate.”

There was a slight curl in his lips, a smirk that I could not understand.

Who would be happy to be an omega’s mate?

“Alpha Xanthus,” I heard my mother say, “whatever she has done, please forgive her. She is still young and immature.”

She knelt, folding her hands over herself, pleading to him.

“Do get up. No need to kneel.” He chuckled, standing straight and tall. “My mate and I were just getting acquainted.”

“Your what?” my mother said in disbelief.

“My mate,” he said loudly, slowly, for emphasis. “The woman who will soon become Luna to my pack.”


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Wait a second.

Did he say…mate?

That I was HIS mate?

He must be mistaken. Deranged, even.

I was an omega. There was no way on earth the goddess had made me the mate of an alpha.

I shook my head swiftly and took a few steps back.

As I looked to my mother, I could tell she was either in shock or complete disbelief.

I knew where I stood on that front, so I kept backing away.

Until, that is, I hit the bottom step of the staircase that swung slightly around the corner, causing me to fall back onto it.

I was dazed.

“No.” My words were airy. I breathed heavily. “There’s no way.”

“How is that, little omega?” he said, advancing slowly, his eyes peering into mine.

It felt like he was looking into my soul.

“You know you felt it. The pull, the attraction.”

The smile that had once walked his lips was gone.

His muscles showed through his black button-down dress shirt and tighter-than-normal dress pants.

“No, it’s just—you—you are an alpha. It isn’t possible. I’m a servant. A nobody.”

My mom rushed to my side and wiped the tears building in my eyes before they could fall.

“Lunas must be strong,” she said, putting her hand to my cheek, turning my face toward hers.

“No, Mom, I’m not a Luna. I’m just me. Just Rubina, a shitty lowlife omega from Demure. I can’t be a Luna. I—there’s no way I can be a Luna. His Luna.”

I tried to hold back the tears but failed miserably, like I did at almost everything else.

“Sweetie, the mating bond is between two souls, two wolf souls that are made of and for one another. There is no mistake, no denying that feeling you get when you find them.”

She pulled me into her arms, my head on her shoulder, my face buried in her decorative scarf.

“I know it’s scary, but do you realize how the goddess has blessed you? You are mate to an alpha. You will rise from the bottom, sweetie. You will have a man who would do anything and everything for you. Don’t cry, okay?”

Her voice shook as she held back her own tears, to be brave for me.

“I am not as bad as the rumors, little omega.” Alpha Xanthus came to me. Even his body language screamed alpha.

“Not as bad?” I said, my voice cracking, as I turned to look him in the face. “Not as bad? But still bad. The unruly alpha of Valiant. Still brutish, harsh, rough, and a total ass.”

As soon as the words left my lips, I knew I was wrong.

I knew I was in trouble.

My whole family could be punished for such disrespect.

I pulled out of my mother’s arms.

“Maybe not the ass part,” he laughed, sitting next to me.

I scooted away, unsure of what would happen if I remained close.

I could feel the pull, my wolf screaming to be in his arms.

But I refused to accept this.

I hoped not to stay in Demure for the rest of my life, but from what I heard, Valiant was no picnic either.

I sniffled. My nose was really starting to run.

I rubbed my hand over my left eye; it felt itchy and uncomfortable.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

Did he just laugh at me? Did he let my intolerable attitude go without a single word?

He should have been angry, livid even.

For an alpha to take backtalk without reaction was unheard of.

“I don’t understand,” I said under my breath, but that meant nothing in a house of wolves.

“You are my mate. My partner for life, little omega. You shall be mine forever. What is there to not understand?”

He turned his face toward mine, purposefully making eye contact.

“I’m an omega. That is what I don’t understand.”

I glanced down, away from his eyes, sure to show submission.

“No, you are my mate. Status between mates is irrelevant to the goddess. You are mine, and I am yours.”

I nodded slowly. I had to accept what the goddess had put before me.

As terrified as I am, there is no escaping when you are the mate of an alpha.

They will search the world for you.

Kill for you.

Die for you.

That is what a mate is. That is what a mate does.

He stood and extended his hand to me.

I noticed what seemed to be the beginnings of a tattoo on his wrist.

I stared at his hand for what felt like hours.

I didn’t know if I wanted to take it, if I should take it.

But to reject an alpha was an offense punishable by banishment—and not only for you, for your whole family.

I swallowed hard and slowly reached toward him.

I was afraid to even let him hold my hand, to let him touch me like he had earlier.

I didn’t quite know how my body would react, and that was the scariest thing of all.

When his fingers slid across my palm and interlocked with mine, it felt as though there were sparks going off in my body.

Like it was celebrating something magical.

It felt amazing.

I didn’t feel afraid once my hand was in his.

I even smiled slightly to show I was at least grateful he hadn’t killed me already.

I stepped down from the last stair I was on.

He was tall, much taller than I was.

I guess that’s what an alpha of Valiant looks like.

His icy gray eyes looked me over once before he let out a laugh.

I froze again, worried that I had done something wrong, my eyes focusing on the cold hard cement.

“Shall we go eat? My little omega here is apparently starving.”

He motioned the others around us toward the dining area.

People were muttering and whispering.

I knew they were judging me, but it wasn’t like I had chosen this—the goddess had.

“Starving? No, no, I’m not hungry. I will wait until you and the high wolves in my pack have finished eating. It is standard for me to do so.”

“It is not standard for any pack to let an alpha’s mate’s stomach growl into the next day. You will sit and dine with me. You have that right. Plus, I do not like the sound of a hungry wolf. It’s pretty scary, you know.”

He smiled, nudging my shoulder, then pulled out the chair next to his place card.

I was going to take another pack member’s spot if I sat there, so I just shook my head.

“I cannot sit there, Alpha. That is reserved for the head pack doctor.”

I gestured to the place card.

I don’t care about some doctor,” he said, crumpling the card his hand, “I want to have my first meal with my mate, and since she is hungry, she will sit with me.”

I looked toward Alpha Samuel for permission.

I needed someone from the pack to tell me it was okay to do as this man said.

I needed permission to do anything.

It was what I was used to.

Samuel nodded at me before turning to my mother, probably telling her to start serving the first course.

I sat down hesitantly, looking around at the faces.

I could see I was unwelcome.

Though if you were not from Demure, you’d hardly notice anything, since we were always taught to conceal our opinions.

Alpha Xanthus seated himself next to me, taking my hand in his again.

This was not how I thought Valiant to be.

They were supposed to be hard, rough around the edges, but he seemed so gentle in this moment.

It felt awkward to have my mother and other omegas serving me.

After each course I would begin to clean around my area and set the plates for them to take.

I knew others were talking about me, but I paid no mind.

My head was so foggy, I couldn’t even understand the topics of their discussions.

So I sat quietly, my hands folded respectfully in my lap, my eyes focused on the table in front of me and nowhere else.

To be sitting with such high-ranking pack members, my nerves almost claimed the best of me.

My heart thumped loud in my chest.

I thought I might die if this continued.

I grabbed the glass of water that was poured for me and gulped it down before standing up.

All eyes shifted to me. The muffled mumbles of interwoven conversations stopped.

“I, uh—need to be excused,” I said as politely as I could muster.

Then I turned and walked from the dining room.

I could feel eyes on my back, burning holes through me.

I messed up. I always do.

But if I sat there any longer I would have passed out.

Once I was out of sight, I broke into a run, flying up the stairs.

I needed to get as far away from him as possible for the time being.

I didn’t know what to do, how to act—or react—in this situation.

I shut my door and placed my chair under the door handle to try to keep others from bothering me.

I wanted to vanish.

I began hyperventilating, pacing back and forth.

The world around me became blurry, and I couldn’t stand straight.

My body began to overheat.

I fell to the floor, thankful again that my mom had put a small area rug in my room a few weeks ago.

Not only had it made a huge difference in style, it was now a cushion for my knees.

I began to groan, gripping my stomach.

It was in knots, as if someone were twisting my insides.

I made my way to my small bathroom and rested my head on the toilet.

I didn’t care how dirty it was, how it looked or smelled.

I felt like I was going to vomit.

“Little omega?”

I heard his voice seep in from the other side of the door.

It made the pain worse. I let out a small yelp.

“Little omega, what is going on? Let me in.”

Slight panic in his voice. He could hear my pain but didn’t know why I was feeling it.

“I’m okay,” I managed to force out in a normal-sounding tone, trying to hide the pain.

“You are not okay. Do not lie to me, little omega. I want to help.”

He turned the door handle and pushed, but the door barely opened.

“You blocked the door? With a chair?” he said in disbelief.

“Omegas cannot lock our doors. There are no locks, and I wanted privacy,” I groaned.

Then I let out a yell. It was too much for me to hold in.

I was panting, out of breath, sweating.

I was sure I was dying.

“That’s it. This is bullshit,” I heard him say before he rammed into the door, forcing it open.

I waited for him to come into the bathroom, but he didn’t.

“A-Alpha Xanthus?”

I quivered before letting out another scream.

I grabbed the side of the toilet and hung over it as my stomach emptied itself of course one and two.

I heard a growl from my room.

Not anger, or worry—frustration paired with self-restraint.

“I have to go,” he said urgently.


“I can’t be around you right now. I’m sorry, my little omega.”

I heard him push past the chair and door once more before I knew he was no longer there.

Why would he leave me like that?

He said I was his mate. My mother said he was supposed to love me.

I’m essentially dying and he runs away?

How could he do that to me…

“Sweetie?” I heard my mother’s voice as she came in.


My voice was barely distinguishable, my eyes full of tears that stung my cheeks.

“He left me. Xanthus left me here alone, in pain. Is that what a mate does? Why would he do that?”

“Oh, my darling”—she grabbed some tissue to wipe my mouth—“he didn’t leave. He just had to get away from the room for now.”

She reached for a towel and turned on the shower.

“He said he had to go.”

Now I was sobbing, clutching my sweater.

It hurt that he had left, more than whatever was happening to me.

“He’s just down in the living area with Father and Alpha Samuel. He hasn’t gone anywhere.”

She brushed my hair to the side and helped me take off the stupid sweater.

“He needed…space for a moment, is all.”

She unzipped the dress and pulled off my shoes.

“Well, I don’t need space right now. I need my mate!”

The words falling from my mouth were not my own, but my wolf’s.

“Why did he not help? Why did he run away?”

My voice was beginning to sound horse.

“I did it for you, my little omega.”

Alpha Xanthus was out in the hall.

He sounded weak, like he was suffering.

“Please,” I cried out to him, “please come help me. I don’t understand.”

“I can’t,” he growled.

“Why? Please, it hurts,” I said as my mom helped me into the shower.

“I can’t! I can’t come in there without hurting you,” he snarled.

“Why? Why would you hurt me? You said I was your mate!”

“That’s exactly why I can’t come in! I am your mate! My wolf is your mate!”

There was the sound of struggle and frustration in his voice.

“Don’t you see? I want to protect you! It is by being away from you that I show the utmost love and respect for you!”

I heard my dad’s voice telling him to relax.

I was confused and disoriented.

What in the goddess’s name is going on?

Everyone’s saying they wanted to protect me, but from what?

The pull toward Alpha Xanthus ripped through me.

My body wanted to be near his so badly.

I sniffled. “But…”

“You’re in heat! If I come in there, I will mate you here and now! Do you understand?!”


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Age Rating: 18+

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Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Gallina Brindamour

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

The Alpha’s Prey

Gemma is just your average model from New York who has found herself in a remote Canadian forest. Caleb is the Alpha of his pack, and he’s been looking for his mate for a long time. When he finds Gemma in his territory, he knows she’s destined to be with him. He’s determined to claim her for himself, but will Gemma be able to accept her fate?

Age Rating: 18+

Shadow Pact

For centuries William has been executioner for the Coven, a sinister organization that keeps supernatural creatures in line. Everything changes the day he rescues Emily from a pack of werewolves. Not only is she a human, but she’s trying to save the life of the woman he’s supposed to kill. If he didn’t feel so strangely attached to her, William would get rid of them both. Instead, he requests the Coven’s mercy, which sparks an earth-shattering revelation.

Age Rating: 18+

I Shouldn’t Want You

A night of drunken sexual tension. A secret tryst. It wasn’t supposed to get more serious, but…

Torn between her best-friendship with Brogan and her friends-with-benefits turned maybe, actually real relationship with Brogan’s brother Danny, Anna must make an overwhelming decision.

Age Rating: 18+