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Emperor's Prize, Part 8 (yandere Alpha!Shanks x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | The other parts

Thank you to @sordidmusings, and @moldychefboyardeecan for reading through this and letting me know what worked and what didn't!

Thank you to @tryingandfailingtowrite for a lot of help, including teaching me the difference between lay and lie which I immediately disregarded :I

A/N: Hi everyone! Yes, I missed my own anniversary. The Croc wasn't coming out like I wanted and the Thatch is ending up way longer than I anticipated (who could have seen that coming?). Thank you for your patience, thank you for reading, thank you for liking, thank you for a fun year together!!

It was like a switch was flipped in Shanks after you had initiated sex with him earlier that morning. Whereas before he was sullen and withdrawn, he was back to his formerly sunny self like nothing had happened. The crew cheered when their captain had reemerged from his cabin with the broad smile of a conquering hero. You listened to the whooping and ribbing of the crew outside Shanks’s cabin, wishing you could bury yourself in a hole.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to see the crew that afternoon since the ship was docking at another island that afternoon. After the disastrous events at the previous island, you weren’t sure Shanks would let you off the ship. Maybe you’d ask to go on another outing with him if his good mood persisted.

What you really wanted was time alone with your thoughts. Shanks had been clear that he was going to claim you the next time you were in heat. He was far from the worst Alpha you’d met, but in your heart of hearts, you’d always dreamed of picking your mate yourself, a love match. Betas were able to choose their own partners most of the time and it had always inspired envy in you. Watching happily married couples holding hands on Beta Island made your heart yearn for a true love of your own. But you knew that a love match was a naive daydream; the world didn’t work that way for people like you. Still, you had always held onto a foolish shred of hope that your mate would be someone of your choosing rather than someone who decided your lot in life. But Like so many other events in your life, things didn’t go according to plan.

Yes, you’d soothed Shanks during a time of his distress, but being claimed was different. First of all, it would seal that Shanks would be your only sexual partner for the rest of your life. You could never accept another Alpha during heat and never be able to have children unless they were his. You’d crave his presence and his smell at every turn, regardless of what he did. Not only that, but it was said that the pair could feel emotions through a successful mating bond. That there was more to the bite than signifying a mated pair. You really hoped that wasn’t the case, that it was something that had been garbled through the years of misinformation about Omegas. If Shanks could sense your emotions, you would never have any privacy again. There would be no way to hide your true feelings any longer.

Which is why you were glad you had a few weeks before your next heat to come to terms with everything. It was going to happen, and there wasn’t anything you could do to prevent or stop it. Really, Shanks wasn’t terrible. In fact, he often treated you better than any other Alpha had — protecting you, helping you when things got overwhelming, never harming you. There was another side of him that made you hesitate. The one carefully hidden from his crew and adoring fans. Shanks was possessive, controlling, and manipulative. You felt it in his grasp as he pulled you closer and didn’t let go, the low rumble in his chest when Benn spoke to you, the way he continued to call you by a nickname of his choosing. It must have been years since he’d been told no, that he couldn’t have something he wanted. So if he wanted to mate you, he was going to.

You shuddered at that thought, your mind running in circles as each worry crashed over you in turn. All you could think about was your impending mating, the claiming bond, Shanks as your Alpha, what your life would be like on an Emperor’s ship — all the thoughts settling like dead weight on your chest as you lay in Shanks’s bed. For some reason, it was difficult to focus on any one thing for longer than a few moments. Maybe Shanks really had fucked you dumb like the saying went, you thought with a shrug.

You were feeling weird too, jittery and jumpy like your limbs had fallen asleep and they were just waking up again. There wasn’t any reason for you to be feeling this way, since you’d solved the issue of your forlorn, distant Alpha. Even so, something inside of you wasn’t settling right. You tossed and turned on the bed, unable to relax but not having enough mental energy to do anything about it. Finally, after getting too hot in the now warm cabin, you threw off the blankets and started looking through the chest of clothes the men had brought you from the last island.

Almost all the clothes you had were dirty, which was par for the course. The ship had been at sea, sailing to some destination you hadn’t been informed of, so there wasn’t any laundry being done. Digging through your makeshift wardrobe, nothing was appealing to you. Looking over on the bed, you saw Shanks’ dirty shirt he'd removed earlier. You picked it up and rubbed your face on the soft, worn fabric, his scent calling to you like you were in heat.

You didn't worry about heat coming since it wasn't likely, since you’d been in heat roughly two weeks prior, and cycles were about every four to six weeks. You had at least two more weeks to go, maybe more since your cycles weren’t regular yet. Hopefully, you'd get four more weeks to make peace with your situation. Undisturbed, you put on Shanks’ shirt and pulled the collar forward to breathe in his scent again.

Maybe you’d spend some time today reading, you thought. Reading had been your primary pastime on Beta Island. Unfortunately, no books had been available on Kid’s ship, and you’d been too nervous on Shanks’ thus far. Humming, you walked over to the small bookshelf in Shanks’ cabin and skimmed the titles on the spines of the books. There were mostly star maps and sailing guides, but there were a few fiction titles that caught your eye.

As you reached for a particular volume, you suddenly felt the urge to knock everything off the shelves and reorganize it. There was a manic energy building in you, like you were going to burst if you didn’t do something . The bookshelf needed to be fixed, you thought, grabbing the tomes and putting them rapidly on Shanks’s already crowded desk. In fact, now that you looked around the room, almost everything needed to be moved. And it had to be done now.

You were pacing back and forth in the cabin when Shanks came back in with a syringe in his hand. After looking around the cabin, he laughed lightly, and his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Nesting? It’s alright, I’m sure however you arrange things will be fine,” he said, giving you a bright smile.

You frowned at him, your brow furrowing as your annoyance rose. Why was he smiling? Couldn’t he feel the wrongness of everything? There was too much to do, too much to get done to worry about tiptoeing around him right now. Waves of energy were crashing down on you, making your fingers twitch with the urge to create order from chaos.

“Come here, I need to give you something,” he said, sitting down on the bed and patting the space next to him. You didn’t bother to stop pacing; there wasn’t anything he could give you that you wanted right now. You didn’t want him on the bed, you didn’t want him in here, he needed to leave, he needed–

“Come here,” Shanks Commanded you, startling you out of your frustration. Your scowl dropped and your eyes widened as you quickly remembered your place. You scurried to the bed to obey the order, the need to comply overriding the sense of urgency. Shanks didn’t seem upset, his hand coming up to pat your hair. The urge to shake him off was strong, but you controlled yourself lest he Command you again.

“Pull up your shirt, this goes in your thigh,” Shanks said, flicking the cap off the syringe. You pulled up the hem to reveal your leg, a question slipping out before you could stifle it.

“What’s this for?” you asked, emboldened by the new feelings in you. By the time you’d finished your question, the needle was already in your skin with Shanks pushing the plunger.

“It’s going to tip you over the edge into heat,” he said placidly, looking at the now empty syringe to ensure all of the medication had been administered. Horror bloomed in your heart as you recognized the symptoms in yourself — your warm body, the urgency in rearranging the cabin, your agitation. It was all for a coming heat. Last time was a gradual climb, but this time you felt like you’d been dumped head first into a volcano.

“Wh- no. Please, Shanks, no,” you begged, grabbing the front of his shirt.

“Sorry, love. It’s been building gradually for a while now, the tea started the process. I know the rapid onset is harsh-” you interrupted him with tears in your eyes, too upset to worry if he was going to punish you for cutting him off. Your mind and heart were racing with the new information. This couldn’t be happening.

“No, please! Please, please, I don’t- I don’t want to- I'm not ready-” you were sobbing, trying to tell him that you couldn’t do it again, not so soon, you needed more time. You didn’t want the claiming bite, you didn’t want to be his Omega, you didn’t want any of it, not yet, not yet, not yet. Shanks pulled you into his chest with his arm, positioning your face by his neck as you struggled to take in a full breath.

“I’m sorry, baby. It had to happen, you’ve been out of sync for too long. We’ll be docked at another island in a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about anyone else being on the ship -”

“No - p-please, not yet-” you pleaded, trying to get him to understand. You were pushing at his chest with your hands, trying to create space between you and his scent, but he was a solid wall of muscle. Shanks’s chest rumbled with his purr, calming you down before you dissolved into full-blown panic.

“Once it starts you'll feel better. I’ll help you with everything, just like last time,” he murmured into your hair, sympathy tinging his tone. He kissed the top of your head as your tears stained his shirt.

“Finish preparing, love. You don’t have much time, at most an hour before it hits. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I thought you might have a bad reaction,” he hummed, his purr successful in calming down your breathing.

You sniffled and nodded your head, your gaze settling on your shaking hands. There was no point in arguing anymore, your heat was coming whether you were ready or not. Who were you to defy an Emperor?

Shanks POV

He really did feel sorry for you. Your brow furrowed as you looked everywhere but him, your pulse beating an angry staccato under his palm. He could feel the nervous sweat that broke out on your neck, and you looked fully out of sorts. Hongo said that it was safe to bring you back into heat even though it was a little early, so you’d be alright. His purr was working, he noted, your shoulders sagging as you pushed your nose into his neck. It was a helpful tool, an effective method to calm you when you were upset. Shanks ran his hand up and down your arm, trying to comfort you further.

Shanks had been surprised and intensely pleased by your forwardness earlier. He took it as a sign that you were ready to be his Omega, his little mate. He couldn't wait until you were in heat again, ready to love him mind, body, and soul like you had before. The rest of you would catch up, especially after the claiming bite.

His eyes flicked down to your neck, to the scar from the previous Alpha who had tried to claim you. He’d erase it, make sure no one ever paid it any attention again. After this heat, it would be clear who you belonged to. Shanks pulled you onto his lap, wanting to reassure you before he left the cabin.

“Everything will work out. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind an ear. Your lip wobbled as your eyes filled with tears again. Shanks felt a little guilty for not telling you, but how could he when this was your reaction? If he told you sooner, you would have worried about his decision and made the process harder on yourself. He had no doubt that rapid onset heat was scrambling your thoughts, making you even more emotionally labile than usual. He continued to purr as your breathing evened out.

“Do you want me to leave now?” he asked as you hiccuped into his shoulder. Your lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before giving a minute nod. Shanks didn’t take it personally; he remembered from the previous heat that you’d want to arrange things alone. He gave you a peck on the cheek before setting you back on the bed. Your eyes were still red-tinged, but at least now you weren’t actively crying.

“Call for me when you need me. I’m always nearby,” Shanks said softly, leaving the cabin.

Once on the deck, Shanks halfheartedly helped dock the ship. He could have done more, but his attention kept getting drawn back to his cabin, his ears straining for any kind of sound coming from inside. There was no dramatic flinging of clothes like last time, nothing to indicate what was about to happen inside. Hongo kept trying to get his attention, but Shanks couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Eventually, Hongo gave up and walked off, which was fine by Shanks. They could catch up after your heat ended.

“Oi. Watch it,” Beckman grumbled as Shanks nearly walked into him, his eyes still fixed on the cabin door. Beckman rolled his eyes and lit another cigarette as a growl grew from Shanks’s chest.

“Save it,” Beckman said, blowing smoke out of his nose. “We’re nearly off the ship. And, Emperor?” Shanks jolted at the title, Beckman seldomly called him Emperor outside of battle and never blew smoke out of his nose unless he was pissed.

“Mark ‘er this time, enough of this,” Beckman said with a frown. Beckman’s rare irritation only confirmed Shanks’ decision to claim you. After you were his, relations on the ship would return to normal, and everyone would be able to relax. Shanks continued helping until he was waving the crew off as they sailed in the dinghies towards the shore. And no sooner had they left than he heard weak cries emanating from his cabin.

The last time you’d been in heat, he had rushed to your side immediately, easing your pains as soon as your call rang in his ears. Now he lingered by the railing of the ship where he had just bade goodbye to his crew. He was going to help you, of course he would, there was no question. Even now his Alpha side had him rearing to go and fuck you. But the same self-control that had made him an Emperor allowed him to hold out against his animal instincts. He was going to give you a practical lesson in why you needed him, why all of this was happening. You wouldn’t be in danger or damaged, just in pain for a little longer.

Shanks pulled out his flask and popped it open with his thumb. About half an hour passed as your cries intensified, calling for an Alpha in increasingly desperate wails. He drank deeply from the small container, his fingers nearly crushing the metal as he fought his urge to go to you. He’d go to you soon, but he wanted to wait until-

“Sh-Shanks! Puh-lease! Shanks!” you cried out, your voice cracking with despair. A smile broke out on his face as he resealed his flask.

Your POV

Where was your Alpha? Couldn’t he hear you crying for him? Why wasn’t he with you? Was he upset with you? You could smell one nearby, his lingering scent familiar from the last time he came to you. Based on the smell, you were writhing on his bed, and your nest consisted of his clothes. He wasn’t mated, so why wasn’t he here? The Alpha was strong and capable; didn’t he want you? You wanted him, and badly.

You screwed your eyes shut as another wave of cramping hit your already sore midsection. This was too much to bear, it felt like you were going to die if he didn’t come to you. He’d told you his name but it kept slipping out of your thoughts like water through a sieve. Tears rolled down your hot face as the pain increased, so you cried out the only name your mind could grasp in your pained state. You hoped it was his.

“Sh-Shanks! Puh-lease! Shanks!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you begged. Your tears were coming faster now, you couldn’t handle the pain, you were dying without him. The door opened, a breeze carrying in the very scent you were so desperate for. Your tears slowed in his presence, relieved that your Alpha had finally come for you. Even his fresh scent was enough to quell some of the pain inside your body.

Rolling over onto your belly, you pushed yourself up as you knelt in your nest. Shanks unhurriedly took off his cloak and set it on the perfectly arranged desk. He ambled over to you, bending down to wipe away a tear with his thumb.

“Poor little Omega,” he cooed at you, cupping your face with one large hand. You nuzzled into him, your arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He smiled at you and allowed himself to be moved, right outside the bounds of your nest.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his hand winding into the hair on the back of your head. He didn’t need to pull it for you to look up at him, understanding the implicit cue.

“Yes, Shanks,” you answered immediately as you bit your lip from another wave of cramps and slick trailing down your thighs. Your fingers sought the buttons on his shirt, wanting nothing between you and his glorious body.

“Do you need me?” he continued, allowing you to unbutton his shirt. There weren’t many so you finished the task quickly.

“Yes, Shanks,” you replied, rubbing your face on his now shirtless chest. You started kissing up his defined pecs until his hand tightened, stopping you from going any further. You looked up at him, your brows knit in confusion as your eyes pricked with tears once more — didn’t he want you? If he rejected you right now, you’d shatter into a million tiny pieces and never recover.

“Do you love me?” he asked quietly, his fingertips massaging the back of your head. That was all? You almost laughed at the question; it was as easy to answer as the previous two.

“Yes, Shanks.”

Shanks POV

You answered like it was ridiculous for him to ask such an obvious question. Pleased with your answer, he tugged your arms off his torso and pushed your chest gently with the tips of his fingers. You scooted backward and lay down, spreading your already soaked legs for him. Shanks groaned when you fully exposed your glistening core to him. He wanted to dive face first into your sweet pussy, but he couldn’t quite yet.

After shucking off his pants, Shanks followed you into your nest, his cock ready for what was to come. You eagerly wound your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist, practically panting with need as he leaned over you. Your pained expression returned as the heat consumed you, but Shanks remained resolute — he wanted to do this right.

He positioned himself at your sopping entrance, pushing into your tight channel slowly. You threw your head back with a loud moan as he sank into you, taking his time to let you feel every inch. He sheathed himself fully within you, grinding himself lightly against you. Your nails dug into his back with this small measure of relief. You were crying for more of him, but that wasn’t your decision to make. He needed to be careful, no matter how delicious you smelled or how tight your cunt was. His animalistic instincts had him on the edge of rut, and he wanted to be in his right mind for what he was about to do.

Unlike the first heat, Shanks didn’t take you fast and rough. He set a slow rhythm, stroking you deeply while leaning down to kiss you. He licked your lips, and you immediately parted them, giving him entrance at his slightest behest. You whined into his mouth with your fervor, arching your back as he gradually pistoned faster. Your scent and mewls were filling his head, driving him to the brink of climax before he was ready. Shanks broke the kiss and put his mouth over your scent glands, sucking on them gently, preparing you for what was to come. Your nails dug into his back hard enough to break the skin as your cries increased in pitch.

“On hands and knees,” he husked, planting a kiss on the underside of your jaw as he pulled out. You eagerly flipped over onto your stomach, pushing your hips into the air. Shanks grabbed your thigh and pulled you back onto his cock, your cunt feeling like heaven. Oh, how he wanted to rut recklessly into you right now, to lose himself in the pleasure you brought him. He began his rhythm again, fucking you at a brutal pace that had you rocking forward with each rough thrust. You eagerly met his thrusts, pushing yourself back onto him as you keened.

Shanks wound his hand into your hair, wrapping some of it around his fist. It was so lovely having you like this, and he couldn’t believe he’d almost let you cut it. Shanks’s tempo never flagged and your cunt fluttered around his length as his pace increased. Shanks pulled your hair down, and you immediately pressed your chest to the bed, raising your ass higher in the air. He held you by your hair in place against the bed, your delicate neck stretched out before him. He could feel his incisors elongating, and for the first time, he didn’t stifle his inner urges.

“Love me,” Shanks Commanded as he held you down, the side of your face pressed into the mattress. He couldn’t be sure you’d hear and obey, but something drove him to try. Shanks reared back and bit you with a roar, his fangs piercing through the thick, raised scar of Kid’s old bite. He tasted the coppery tang of your blood on his tongue and increased the pressure, making sure that there’d be nothing left from your old Alpha.

The satisfaction of having his Omega beneath him, his fangs in your skin, your hair in his hand, his cock buried in you — the sensations overwhelmed him as he came deep within you. Your cunt eagerly pulsed around him as you screamed in pained pleasure. Even as you cried out and tried to squirm out of his hold, he kept you in place and forced you to accept his claim. Pulling his teeth out, he let go of your hair and started lapping at the bite. Your breathing was ragged as you shook beneath him, blood slowly seeping from the wound he’d given you. Shanks wanted to give you a moment to recover since you were coming down from an intense orgasm as well as the claiming bite.

“Shhh. It’s alright, we’re almost done. Do you want me to make you feel good too?” he asked, kissing the spot where he’d bitten you. You winced but nodded your head, tilting it to give him better access to your neck.

“So sweet, so perfect for me. Lay down so I can show you what a good Omega you’ve been,” Shanks murmured, releasing his fist from your hair. You immediately lowered yourself to your stomach as he’d ordered you to, and Shanks rolled you onto your back. He moved down the bed, positioning himself where he’d wanted to be at the beginning.

“Messy for me,” Shanks crooned appreciatively, running a finger through your combined juices. You shuddered and whined in anticipation. He was going to make you feel good, but he had another motive for positioning you this way. Shanks didn’t give you much time to rest before he pushed your thighs apart with his hand and started lapping at your cunt. Luckily, heat had you forgetting the pain of your mating bite as your toes curled and your hands wound themselves into his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as he sucked and licked your clit, his fingers working themselves into your needy pussy.

Within minutes, you were already at the precipice of orgasm again, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. Removing his fingers, Shanks nudged your thighs apart even further and began stroking your clit with his fingers. His fangs were aching again, and he was ready. Only one bite was needed for claiming, but Shanks needed to show he was the only Alpha in your life. That no one else mattered.

“One more time, then we’ll never have to do this again. We’ll be mated and nothing will ever come between us,” he said, more to himself than you. You weren’t coherent right now; you were writhing beneath his touch and waiting for Shanks to bestow your next orgasm. He stroked you rapidly, your cunt clenching around nothing as you lurched from the sensations.

“Love me,” he Commanded you as he sank his fangs into the bite on your inner thigh. You screamed as you came, but this was no cry of pleasure like he was so used to hearing tumble from your lips during heat. This was the pained scream of injury, the kind he’d heard thousands of times before during his life on the seas. He snapped his jaws shut once more, pushing his teeth further through the scar before pulling them out of your delicate skin. Your breath was hitching and tears were leaking from your eyes, but you still gave him a watery smile when he made eye contact with you.

“All done, never again,” Shanks repeated, with you sniffling above him. He lapped at the second bite between your legs, keeping them open with his torso as you weakly tried to shut them. After ensuring the bite was sufficient to rid you of Kid’s mark, Shanks removed himself from between your legs and lay next to you on the bed.

“How are you feeling, little Omega?” he asked, pulling your back flush against his chest. He could smell his scent seeping into your own, creating a new one. It was no less appealing to him, but it wouldn’t call to other Alphas like the scent of an unmated Omega did. He moved your hair, admiring the large puncture wounds he’d made between your neck and shoulder. It would act as a ward to other Alphas, the strength of his bite a visual marker of his strength in battle.

“Hurts,” you whispered, leaning your head further back into his chest for comfort.

“It’ll stop soon,” he replied, kissing your forehead. His cock had been hard since you began your heat and it was stirring against your ass. “We can make the pain go away, if you wish,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, scraping his teeth against your earlobe.

You shivered and gave him a sunny smile — gods, he loved this version of you. Maybe now that you were mated, this side would come to the forefront. He understood why you were withdrawn and anxious but maybe with him at your side you’d be able to heal.

Shanks lifted your top leg and placed it over his hips, opening you up so he could slide his cock back into your inviting cunt. You sighed in relief, like you had been missing it all your life. Shanks pushed himself into you until an unfamiliar sensation erupted from within him. Looking down, Shanks saw that a knot had formed at the base of his cock, the reddish bulb growing larger as he sank deeper into you. Hongo had mentioned something about knots, but Shanks hadn’t really been listening at the time. Mated Alphas were the only designation able to knot their partners, but it had slipped his mind that it would happen to him.

“Love, this time is going to be different,” Shanks said absently, running his fingers over the knot. It was incredibly sensitive and he couldn’t wait until it was being gripped by your tight cunt.

“Biting?” you asked, hiking your shoulder to cover your neck reflexively.

“No, no. No more biting. I’m going to knot you,” Shanks said definitively, watching his cock sink into your heat. You sighed dreamily and your smile widened until your eyes were little slits. He wanted to remember the look you were giving him for the rest of his days.

Your POV

Your Alpha was so pleased with you he’d marked you, claimed you, made you his own. You’d never have to be alone and in pain ever again. He would always be there to protect you. Something kept trying to come to your mind, something important you’d forgotten. It was a dark feeling, a sense of dread or worry, but you couldn’t imagine why you’d feel that way. Everything was perfect and– your thoughts scattered as Shanks entered you, making you melt against him.

“Love, this time is going to be different,” Shanks said from behind you, fiddling with something.

“Biting?” you asked, hiking your shoulder to cover your neck reflexively. You were able to grasp a scary memory; you hadn’t liked it when he bit you. It was painful, and even though you were glad you were his Omega, you didn’t want to get bitten a third time. But if that was what your Alpha wanted, you’d provide it to him.

“No, no. No more biting. I’m going to knot you,” Shanks said as he began pumping himself within you. You sighed from happiness, there couldn’t be a better life than this. You twisted to kiss him and tenderly cupped his cheek to pull his face to yours.

“Ah, you need more, greedy girl?” he said with a laugh when you pulled away. You bit your lip and nodded, you wanted so much more. You wanted to not know where you ended or where he began, to merge together, to be one with him. Shanks pulled out and rolled you onto your back, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder. You moved the other to match, ready for whatever he was going to give you. Shanks leaned down, his lips crashing against your own as he thrust into you. You were squished under your own thighs and some of his bodyweight, his cock feeling like it was in your stomach with how deep it was within you.

He quickly began a punishing rhythm, his skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat that matched your own. You thrashed as another orgasm built inside you, ready to bring you to a renewed state of bliss. Just as you were about to hit your peak, Shanks pushed his knot inside you. You came as your body accommodated his own, your cunt pulsating around his massive size. Shanks roared his own orgasm, and you felt the thick ropes of come released within you, finally sating the urges of heat momentarily. You went limp as all your energy left you, content to be joined with your Alpha for a few peaceful moments until his knot receded.

“How long?” you hummed in contentment.

“Not sure, love. This is my first time,” he crooned, cupping your breast and putting his chin on your shoulder. It didn’t matter, really. He’d tell you what he wanted, and you’d obey. That’s how things always were between Alphas and Omegas.

“I need you to do one thing for me,” he said, kissing the oozing mating mark on your neck. You couldn’t wait to hear what he wanted from you. You would do anything for your Alpha.

“Love me.”

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