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The Alpha's Addiction - The End

Koa is sick of being an Omega.

The Alphas in his pack treat his kind as objects solely for breeding and pleasure.

He does everything to protect his son, Oliver and prevent the little boy from becoming like the Alphas he despises.

But when the cruel Alpha Zacan discovers that he is Oliver's father, Koa knows he must flee.

For Cyrus, the new Alpha of the Nightshade pack, it was just a mission.

He never expected to find his mate, an Omega with a child running from a dark past and even darker forces.

But Cyrus's mate fears him, loathes him for being an Alpha.

How can Cyrus show Koa that he's different than the rest?

Cyrus (Alpha Werewolf of the Nightshade Pack) and Koa (Omega Werewolf of the Blood Pack)

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 31a

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Attack - Part 1 - Koa

I don't know where I'm going, exactly.

I'm jogging, attempting to save my energy in case I have to sprint later on.

What I want to do is find where the other warriors are.

I'm also worried about Morgan, who wasn't working at the school today.

He'd gone out in the morning.

I'm sure Xavier went to go meet him but who knows if he made it in time.

The attack started not long after he left.

I run past a row of houses when I hear a panicked scream.

I halt immediately, pressing my back up against a wall.

I scoot along it as the noises of pain continue.

It sounds like a teenage boy.

I take the chance to peek in the gap between two houses, nearly gasping when I see the young Alpha boy pressed against the wall, struggling as the huge, older and clearly enemy male holds him like that.

'He's going to kill him.'

This Alpha is going to kill this boy who's barely lived his life yet, just because he despises Cyrus's pack.

He must be part of one of the packs that rejected alliances with Nightshade out of bitterness.

How he can take it out on an obvious civilian, evident by his lack of weapon or fighting garbs, is lost on me.

I think about my own son, how devastated I would be if this was his fate.

So I don't think, I just do.

I lunge from the shadows, ambushing the assailant from behind.

He lets out a ferocious roar as I sink my knife into his left shoulder. 

Seconds later he's bucking me off of him with a powerful elbow to the gut and I let out a silent cry as the air leaves my lungs.

I slam into the wall of one of the houses, pain in my nose as half my face takes the impact.

I hear no crack but feel the hot trickle of blood down my mouth and chin.

I blink away the fogginess, registering that the Alpha has let go of the teenager to redirect his vengeance at me.

"What the fuck? An omega?" he growls, eyes glowing in fury.

He gestures to the teen, who looks white as a sheet from fear.

"This your Alpha? A bit young for you, ain't he? Bet he doesn't know what to do with all that," I grit my teeth as his repulsive gaze trails down my curved figure.

Curse Alphas.

Can they not stop being perverts even in the middle of an attack?

What do I have to do to be taken seriously and not seen as some sexual prize?

I throw the mustard seed powder in his face.

He roars, hands going to claw at his face as my mixture does its work of burning those sleazy eyeballs of his.

By his choked coughing, he must have inhaled it, too.

Good.

I waste no time.

I dart past him, grabbing the arm of the young Alpha who's been frozen in some kind of stupor, unable to remove himself from harm's way.

He stumbles after me as I pull him in the direction of the Pack House.

He'll be safe there.

It's at the heart of the pack, so most of the attackers won't have reached it yet.

It is also where many of the children, Omegas and civilians were herded to at the first sound of the alarm horn.

When we reach the large structure, he roughly pulls out of my grip.

"Hey, I can take it from here," he snaps before panting harshly from our sprint, bracing his hands on his knees.

I frown at his accusatory tone.

"Are you seriously being a prick right now?"

"F-fuck, I didn't need an Omega to save me."

I roll my eyes at the insecure little fucker.

"Don't scream like a pup next time, then."

His face reddens at my words and he quickly runs to the Pack House.

Once he's inside, I turn and go off in the other direction.

Alphas' fragile masculinity is so laughable.

He was probably worried his friends would see him from the windows of the Pack House, being guided by an Omega, of all things, to safety.

How embarrassing.

Yet, he had no problem grasping my hand for dear life the entire way here.

It's still wet with sweat from his clammy hands and I wipe it off on my leathers.

I jog along the path, keeping an eye and ear out for any signs of fighting.

Moon Goddess forbid a pup is stuck out here, lost and scared.

Aside from caring about innocent lives, as any person with a heart should... I also want to prove myself.

Not just to Cyrus but to this Pack.

But the reason why is almost too embarrassing to admit.

'Because you want to show them you are worthy of being their Luna. Of standing at Cyrus's side.'

My wolf pushes the thought forward despite my unwillingness to hear it.

He always gives me the hard truths.

I hate feeling inadequate.

I hate holding myself back from truly being with Cyrus because of my fears.

Is it time I start accepting...

"There you are, you little minx."

A huge weight pounces on me and I'm slammed into the ground.

"What the fuck was that back there?" the same, cruel alpha's voice growls into my ear.

He roughly flips me over on my back and grabs my face, glaring down at me with hate in his red, swollen eyes.

"You thought a petty little trick was all it would take to fight me off? Pathetic," he enunciates the last word so hard droplets of spit fly from his mouth.

I cringe at the feel of them landing on my cheeks.

I need to think fast.

I have my knife in my holster still... he hasn't seemed to have noticed it through his haze of rage yet.

My right arm isn't restrained, either, giving me perfect access. 

"Fuck, I wanna kill you but it'd also be a waste," he jerks my face back and forth to take me in, the pressure of his fingers sure to leave bruises.

"I'd like those plump lips wrapped around my cock but you'd bite, wouldn't you?"

I shoot a defiant, withering look up at him.

Fuck his disgusting little fantasies.

"You know what I'd like? Your head on a spike."

"Fiesty little thing," he smirks.

"Maybe I'll take you back with me but I don't really want to share my spoils of war..." he actually trails off, lost in thought about this apparent conundrum and I can't believe how stupid lust makes Alphas.

I make my move. 

My hand slips lightning fast to my sheath and I pull the dagger out, angling it right up into his heart.

A deafening roar shakes the ground and the Alpha is being ripped off me by a huge, black mass of fur.

Blood sprays in an arc as the wolf tears through his body with its jaws, leaving me splattered in the metallic substance. 

I blink as the wolf discards the bloody heap of what remains of the Alpha to the side, its piercing blue eyes turning to face me. 

'Cyrus.'

And oh, he looks furious.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 30b

*Warning Adult Content*

Risk - Part 2 -Koa

"I am your mate, Koa."

"But you have a whole betrothal going on now."

"That means nothing to me."

"It might, one day," I shrug.

I know it's a low jab but I can't help it.

This shit has been weighing on me since I found out.

The crease between his eyebrows deepens.

"How can you say that?"

I look down, lip trembling as his hands run up my forearms, cupping my elbows.

He doesn't know why I'm like this.

How much I'm holding inside.

Zacan, my infertility, the abuse I went through... all of which cripple my ability to stand confidently at his side.

"Cyrus. I need... I need to tell you something..."

A loud, blaring horn rings out, piercing my eardrums with its intensity.

It takes one look at the change in expression on Cyrus's face to tell that something is wrong.

"Cyrus? What's going on..."

I don't have time to finish my sentence before he's picking me up and throwing me like a rag doll over his shoulder.

I yelp in surprise as he takes off in the direction of the Pack house.

I've never moved so fast in my life.

The trees and all our surroundings blur past, dizzying me combined with the blood rushing to my head.

I close my eyes, burying my face into his back and scrunching my eyes shut.

I'm scared.

I don't know what the hell is happening or why Cyrus is sprinting like a madman and holding me in an iron grip.

He doesn't stop until we're through the doors of the Pack House, which is in chaos.

There are warriors everywhere, suited up and equipping their weaponry alongside those who have already shifted into their wolves.

Civilians and pups are being ushered into rooms and sealed in.

Cyrus bolts up the stairs and nausea overcomes me at the jarring jolts it sends through my body.

Why the hell is he carrying me like this?

I have working legs, for the Moon Goddess' sake.

"Put me down, you ass. Right now," I screech, smacking at his back as my head spins.

Only when he reaches my door does he obey.

I gasp, holding my chest as my stomach churns.

He pulls a key from his pocket and opens it.

"Hey. Why do you have a key to our room?"

He doesn't answer, only pushing me inside.

"Why Cyrus. What the fuck?"

I stumble backwards, almost falling.

"We're under attack, Koa. You must remain here. It's the safest place you can be right now."

"What? What about Oliver?"

Everything is happening so fast and I can barely process what he's saying.

"The pups at the school are always guarded by skilled warriors. There's a shelter beneath the schoolhouse with sufficient supplies that they'll have herded the pups into by now. He's safe, I assure you."

It strikes me how prepared Cyrus is, even with this attack springing up out of the blue.

My mind is whirling, contemplating so many possibilities at once but the only thing I can say is...

"I'll come with you."

"No," Cyrus immediately refuses, his tone harsh and with that I'm pissed.

"Excuse me?"

"You'll remain here, where no harm can come to you."

"But I can fight. You've been teaching me..."

"No, Koa. I will not risk you like this," he insists, voice raising but I refuse to listen to this bullshit.

"This is my choice to make, not yours."

"I'm sorry," he shakes his head and I'm about to retort that I don't accept his stupid apology when he goes back out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

I hear a clicking sound from the other side of the wood and run to the door, grabbing the handle and attempting to yank it open but it won't budge.

I realize, in fury, that he's locked it.

He's locked it from the outside with that fucking key of his.

I scream in frustration, pounding on the door.

"Cyrus. Get back here. Let me out."

No answer.

I push off from the door, fuming as I pace across the room.

All the people I care about are outside, exposed to the attack right now, while I'm in this protective little bubble.

It's not fair to them.

I cannot wait here like a sitting duck, when warriors that really have no obligation to me are risking their lives for my safety.

No, no.

I just can't let this happen.

I run to the window, pulling it open.

I know we're on the second floor but I estimate the distance to the ground, scanning for any scaffolds down the side wall of the Pack House.

I come up empty but upon looking from side to side I spot a fire escape.

Despite its rickety looking appearance, it's my best bet at getting down to the ground.

I just need to make the few feet distance to it horizontally.

I'm still in my fighting garbs from training, so I don't bother with attire.

I snatch the knife Oliver used to kill our attacker in our escape from the Blood Pack out from the desk drawer.

His blood still lingers on it, flaky and brown from oxidation.

I stuff it in my waist sheath.

I open the cabinet to grab one of my herb mixtures, a mustard seed powder that if put in contact with the eyes or inhaled can be significantly debilitating.

With nothing else to do, I climb up onto the window sill.

The venture to the fire escape is surprisingly pretty fast, with me almost falling to my death only once.

There was thankfully a ledge for me to edge myself across while I held onto a pipe nailed against the structure.

I'm shaky when I finally get down the creaky stairs of the fire scape, not completely over my almost fall just now.

Cyrus would be so angry.

Oh, I can never tell him about this.

I remind my wolf that this stays between us and he enthusiastically agrees.

Then we are off into the attack.

I will fight for this Pack.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 30a

*Warning Adult Content*

Risk - Part 1 - Kao

"Moon Goddess, Koa," Morgan exclaims, pushing up from his seat.

"You should have smacked that little..."

"Morgan."

I look around, face coloring seeing those who have turned to look at us.

We're in a public setting, after all... one of the popular pack taverns.

I didn't have the chance to ask if it was the same one Morgan performed oral sex on Xavier outside of.

"Well, you really should have."

He sits back down with a huff.

"Acting all high and mighty like that. As if Cyrus would ever have eyes for anyone other than you," I sigh.

"I know, I know. But there's also the problem that everyone in this Pack is expecting Cyrus to take a Luna. They blame me and I really have no defense against it. Their judgement isn't totally unfounded..."

"Listen, your relationship with your mate isn't anyone's business... and definitely not that bratty pipsqueak's, for that matter," he rolls his eyes.

I laugh at his nickname for Beau, though his reassurance does little to quell the turmoil inside me.

To be honest, Beau's presence really, really bothers me.

I don't want him around Cyrus.

Around what is mine.

But being unable to accept the mate bond, do I even have a claim to Cyrus?

He's free to do whatever he pleases.

And while I don't think he's interested in Beau... a part of me doubts that I'm enough for him.

My subconscious seems to want to find all the reasons that Beau is better and I absolutely hate this... being made to feel so insecure.

I feel pathetic that one bitchy Omega is making me have these doubts.

It doesn't help that he's beautiful, either.

My brain relentlessly produces unwanted images of Beau in Cyrus's arms... of my Alpha looking at him the way he looks at me.

Of Cyrus showering him in the compliments that he gives me.

Even calling Beau 'My Moon.'

I get so angry at these imaginary scenarios I can barely take it.

My wolf hates it too, constantly at the mercy of rage-inducing thoughts.

His possessiveness over our mate is so intensified that he's anxious whenever Cyrus is not in our line of sight.

Even when we're with him, the uneasiness is present.

I know there's a solution.

But my mind isn't capable of considering all of that yet.

********

With Oliver dropped off at school, I head to the training field.

Cyrus is waiting for me, handsome as ever.

He's talking with Xavier, a slight sheen of sweat coating his face.

He's radiant in the sunlight and my wolf practically begs to let him bend us over right here and now.

The horny thoughts are becoming more and more relentless since the day he fingered me to orgasm over his desk and it's become almost unbearable.

Ignoring the arousal the sight of him creates between my thighs, I approach normally.

Xavier gives me a polite nod but his smiles and verbal greetings are reserved for Morgan only.

I don't know how my friend can't see how head over heels this Alpha is for him.

The Beta still denies any 'serious' factor to their relationship, claiming that Xavier has never actually expressed his feelings.

Which I guess is something I'd probably consider as well, seeing how insecure I've become when it comes to the man I'm interested in.

We start off with a demonstration that Xavier and Cyrus perform for me so I can properly comprehend the moves before I do them myself.

Cyrus shows me how to unhand my opponent of their weapon in this manner.

I try to keep focused on the lesson but all I can think about is that fucking Beau and what went on with Cyrus the other day.

The whole thing pisses me off...

"Koa, are you even listening?" Cyrus breaks me out of my daze and I snap my gaze to his.

He looks... ticked off and I don't know why that turns me on.

"I am," I say, crossing my arms.

"Then what did I just instruct you to do once you have the weapon in your hands?"

"Um... throw it?"

He sighs, shaking his head.

"Why do you lie to me?"

Oh, that's rich, coming from him.

"I don't know, maybe to give someone a taste of their own medicine?"

He frowns in annoyance.

"I have never lied to you."

"Oh but omitting the truth is just fine?"

"I was protecting your peace of mind. And you... you keep plenty from me."

And now he's bringing up my unspeakable past.

"That's not fair. It's different..."

"Excuse me," Xavier cuts in.

"As much as I'd like to stand here and listen to you two argue, someone is waiting on me."

We both turn to him and I color, embarrassed that I let loose in front of him.

He's so stoic and quiet it's easy to forget he's there.

"You may go," Cyrus inclines his head.

"Enjoy your... lovers spat," Xavier remarks before leaving, increasing my mortification by tenfold.

When he's gone, I clench my fists, turning away from Cyrus with a huff.

"So you've been bitter... I won't tell you about my past?"

"I only wish that you would trust me," he comes up behind me but I move away stubbornly.

"There are things you don't want to know... things that I can't ever say."

"There is nothing about you I would not want to know," he grasps my hand successfully this time and I reluctantly let him pull me to him.

"I am your mate, Koa."

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 29b

*Warning Adult Content*

Beau - Part 2 - Kao

"This is... Koa. We were having, uh, lunch together."

I cross my arms, nearly scoffing in disbelief.

By lunch, does he mean the dining he did on my fucking slick?

He's leaving out the part where he moaned in pleasure at the taste of it, lips wrapped around my fingers.

Despite my satisfaction at the memory, it does little to ease the raging irritation building up inside of me.

The Omega pouts, puffing out his bottom lip in an effort to be cute.

"Why couldn't I have come? I would've loved to meet your friend."

This little bitch did not just call me Cyrus's fucking friend.

I'm about to retaliate but Cyrus quickly grabs my hand, squeezing it in his own.

The Omega doesn't miss the movement, eyes darting to where we make contact.

They flash in what I assume to be jealousy and I purposely push myself closer to Cyrus for my own delight.

"He is... my mate, Beau," the statement doesn't even cause Beau to blink.

"Oh, that Omega. The single mother with a pup, right?" he says it so condescendingly, still not even acknowledging my presence and I swear I see red.

"That omega is right here, if you have anything else to ask about him," I say, tone filled with sugar-coated venom.

Beau's tight-lipped smile wavers but the lapse in certainty is gone in an instant.

"I don't, really. Just was confirming who my betrothed's fated-mate is. There's been a lot of talk about you, considering Cyrus and my soon-to-be union. But I trust you won't be an obstacle to that. It's not like being fated is essential for mates, right? I mean, that pup of yours isn't Cyrus', is it?"

So many emotions come crashing down at me all at once.

Cyrus is... betrothed?

To this annoyingly beautiful Omega that is insulting my being a mother?

I can barely comprehend the words, speechless as I reel in the meaning of them.

I'm not... I'm not Cyrus's only choice.

And this whole time... I've been acting high and mighty, taking him for granted because there was never a threat.

Now, the threat stands in front of me, smug at my inability to create a comeback to that.

Because what the actual fuck can I say?

All I want to do is scream, perhaps cry.

I'm so upset that this is happening... that Cyrus never told me any of this.

"Beau, please refrain from making such comments during your stay. We are your hosts," he replies sternly, hand tightening around my own.

"You're my host, Cyrus. Not him," Beau rolls his eyes, as if bored.

"And this is not simply a 'stay'. Your home is now my home, Cyrus."

I feel like my entire world is falling apart.

"Alright. Now go home," Cyrus orders, tone more adamant this time.

Beau huffs and puffs, stomping childishly but doesn't put up a fight.

He's off down the road, skipping without a care in the world, as if he didn't just drop that complete bomb on me.

Cyrus is silent.

He observes me, face grim.

I just stare back at him, chest heaving in heavy breaths.

I feel absolutely nauseous.

"Who the fuck was that?" I ask, my voice tight and I sound pathetic, like I'm about to cry.

Cyrus rubs a hand on his face, raking it back through his hair with a sigh.

"My father invited him to stay. He's the son of the Alpha from an ally pack and our families want us to mate to join our packs together. But I swear, Koa, I'm not going to accept the union. No matter how hard they push," he reaches for my hands, but I back away.

"Then why is he here? Why didn't you send him back?"

Red, hot anger boils in my veins, along with humiliation.

"I-I'm trying to figure out what to do and him staying here is only to appease my father for the time being," his voice is pleading but I don't care.

"And what daddy says, goes? That man thinks I'm a fucking slut, Cyrus. And you still listen to him?"

"I don't have a choice," he suddenly raises his voice, hands fisted at his side.

I fall silent, not expecting him to get this worked up.

He's usually so calm.

And here I am causing yet another fight.

Why is everything going wrong?

"I took over as Pack Alpha only recently, Koa. The  warriors I now command are still loyal to my father and that devotion runs deep. If I don't listen to him, in at least some capacity... he'll strip it all away. Without my warriors' compliance, I do not have power over this pack. I won't be able to properly protect you or Oliver like that. Do you understand? I am trying to hold this all together, for your sake."

"Everyone in this pack expects me to claim a Luna soon and since I haven't... the North River Pack thought sending over their son would be the perfect chance for a union. Whether you like it or not, Beau will have to stay here and it's not my fault that I didn't have a bonded mate to show to his family when they visited."

I'm frozen in place.

His words are harsh but I know there is no malice behind them.

All he's saying is the truth, one that I was too ignorant to recognize in the first place.

"I-I'm sorry, Cyrus. It's not that I don't want to be with you but I just can't... I can't commit to that yet..."

"You don't have to, my Moon," he shakes his head.

"I'm only telling you this so you know why this is happening. I would never use it to pressure you."

I feel like crying.

I don't deserve him.

He had all these stressors on him and refrained from telling me so as not to put them on me, too.

In the end, his thought process centered all around me.

I could solve all of these problems with a simple 'yes' and 'be' with him.

Truly be with him.

Alpha and Luna, fated mates, bonded.

It's like all the puzzle pieces are right there, yet I can't bring myself to put them together.

My past.

My worries of the future.

Oliver.

All of it is holding me back.

Even my own perception of myself.

What if Cyrus regretted his decision to claim me once it was done?

There is no way for an Alpha to remove their claim mark from their fated Omega.

You are tied together, souls entwined as the Moon Goddess wished it to be.

But would Cyrus wish it as well?

I'm broken.

It's clear as day, at least to me, though I'm able to hide the effects of my abuse from others well.

I'm not confident I could ever make a good Luna, no matter how badly I want to stand by my Alpha's side.

Is it okay for me to indulge in Cyrus like this?

When he doesn't know what my past has done to me?

What it's taken from me?

Could I ever give him the whole, happy family he deserves?

I hope... I hope I can.

I go to bed that night with a heavy heart.

Cyrus and I did not fight after that.

We didn't say anything more on the matter.

"We will figure this out, little wolf," he tells me once Oliver has gone into our room, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I pray to the Moon Goddess he is right.

I also make note to complain to Morgan about Beau's bitchiness as soon as possible.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 29a

*Warning Adult Content*

Beau - Part 1 - Koa

I'm still catching my breath when the aftershocks of my orgasm die down and my body goes limp against his desk.

I feel his cum dripping down my ass, my spine and relish in it.

My wolf likes the idea of being marked by our Alpha in some way, even only temporarily.

I feel a kiss on the back of my nape and his warmth engulfs me like a caress.

"The things you do to me.." he murmurs, rough hands running up my sides.

He kisses me again, lower, with more pressure this time and I whine for him.

I'm drunk on his scent and touch, needing more.

He chuckles, pulling back and I hear the rustle of cloth.

Then he's wiping up the spillage left on me, even cleaning between my legs where slick has practically created a damn waterfall down my inner thighs.

I sit up when he's done, turning around and perching back up on the desk again.

He throws the soiled shirt on the floor, his chest now bare from using it to clean me up, which I don't mind one bit.

I greedily take it all in, biting my lip as his abs ripple when he sits back down in his chair.

"Come here," he pats his lap and he doesn't need to ask twice.

I practically leap onto him, burrowing myself into his big body.

His muscled arms come to wrap around me, securing me in his embrace and I feel so, so safe.

It's like lock and key, the way I fit just right against him.

I bring my hands up to cup his face, smiling affectionately before I press my lips to his.

He melts into it, hand sliding down my naked back to the small of it and pulling me in closer.

I move my mouth against his gently, savoring how good all of this is... him, me in his arms, away from prying eyes.

"You make me feel so good," I breathe, when the kiss breaks, moving one of my hands up to stroke through his hair.

"I'm pleased to hear that."

He relaxes into my touch, shoulders slumping slightly.

I giggle, giving him a peck on the nose.

"You're like a puppy."

"Don't forget this puppy just made you cum all over his desk."

Blood rushes to my cheeks at his words and I bury my face in his neck.

"Don't say things like that."

I lightly slap his chest.

"I apologize," he laughs, cradling my head against him.

"But I happen to find it extremely cute when you're flustered."

"Ass," I scowl but I don't really mean it.

He's not an ass.

He's Cyrus.

My Alpha.

Tucked under his chin, I feel like the most treasured Omega in the world.

I've never had luxury like this before.

Being able to be so small in someone else's arms without asking.

Being cared for and cuddled after intimacy.

Being treated as a person, not an object.

When the Alphas of the Blood Pack were done with me, they'd just leave me wherever, often unconscious.

It was degrading, humiliating, to have to wake up alone, knowing what had been done to me.

I was treated as worthless, my purpose only being an Alpha's pleasure.

Once they had gotten what they wanted and were satisfied, I was thrown away like trash until they needed something to fuck again.

I was never on the receiving end of tenderness... not even from my own mother, much less those who bedded me.

The life I lived only a few months ago was cruel and to have this completely different life now... it's a lot to adjust to.

And I know I'm not the best at accepting that things aren't like they were anymore.

It's a defense mechanism and it sabotages my relationship with this man, even when he's shown time and time again that he isn't anything like those horrible Alphas.

Cyrus... is new to me.

It's strange, not having an Alpha that's attracted to me also want to hurt me.

I always thought pain went hand-in-hand with being desired.

But when I look up at him and remember all that he's done for me, I can't help but feel my heart give, the walls around it collapsing brick by brick.

Maybe Morgan is right.

Maybe I am falling for him.

Maybe, just maybe... I'm okay with that.

********

It's near torture to tear myself off of Cyrus when it's time to pick up Oliver.

He laughs as I complain that my ass is sore, stumbling around as I put my clothes back on.

"Let me come with you, my Moon," he offers, just as I'm about to flash him an offensive gesture.

Immediately, my annoyance fizzles out at the compassion in his voice.

"Oh, alright."

Before we leave his office, we squeeze in another make out session.

We have to stop before we get all riled up again, and I'm left panting and dazed with lust.

Then it's my turn to laugh when he has to keep a hand pressed over his crotch until his boner goes down.

How he can get hard after cumming that much is beyond me.

On our way to the school, Cyrus suddenly tenses at my side.

My wolf whines anxiously, not liking our mate being uneasy.

"Cyrus? What's wrong...?"

"Cyrus," a shrill voice rings out and I look to see a small Omega approaching us.

He's waving enthusiastically, green eyes illuminated by the sunlight and dark hair blowing gracefully in the breeze.

Wow... he's absolutely gorgeous.

I'm shocked by the sudden pang of insecurity that hits me out of nowhere.

I've never felt envious of other Omegas' looks in my life.

It didn't matter in my old Pack... there was never anyone I wanted to impress aside from Des and our romance ended before I really had any concept of attractiveness.

So I've never felt like... like this.

This gnawing feeling of wanting to hide Cyrus away from this boy, so his eyes will only see me.

Whoever this is, he's the stereotypical 'perfect' Omega... short, extremely skinny, unmarred skin, silky tamed waves for hair... the exact opposite of my own appearance... tall, curvaceous, freckle and scar-speckled skin, with unruly curls atop all that.

I've always been used to Alphas being attracted to me and I never had reason to doubt my looks.

I never thought of it at all because I didn't want their attention in the first place.

But now there is someone I want to desire me and next to this Omega... I'm wondering, do I even compare?

I bite into my lip, not able to hide my troubled state.

The Omega barely spares me a second glance.

"I've been looking all over for you today. What have you been doing?" he asks Cyrus in a sickeningly sweet voice.

'Me, bitch,' I'm so tempted to respond that I have to dig my nails into my palms to restrain myself.

But can you blame me?

He's not even bothering to hide his obvious flirtation towards Cyrus.

He's got the classic doe-eyes on at full power, clasping his ridiculously tiny hands beneath his chin as he looks up at my damn mate.

Cyrus looks unsure of himself, hesitating to answer.

He gives me a tight, sheepish half-smile when I raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"This is... Koa. We were having, uh, lunch together."

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 28b

*Warning Adult Content*

Just a Little Crush - Part 2 - Kao

"Take it out," I say impulsively and his eyebrows raise in shock.

"You can... you can look at me while you do it."

"Are you serious?" his throat bobs... a large hand pressing to his crotch.

"Yeah," I reply breathily... hooking my thumbs in my waist band and pulling them down.

"Fuck," he groans... greedily taking in my naked lower body as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants.

He hastily pulls his cock out... revealing just how aroused he is by the way the veins throb and the tip leaks.

I can't help but feel pride that I did this to him.

I pull off my shirt and by the time I can see again he's vigorously stroking himself... vision trained on me... like I'm the only thing that exists.

And it might be the hottest thing ever... watching him come apart just from looking at me.

I lean back on the desk... bracing my hands behind my back as I show off my bare skin... arching my back to accentuate the curve of my waist and flare of my hips.

"You're so..." he grunts, roughly fucking his cock through his fist.

"You're perfect, Koa. You are just so perfect to me."

I'm so turned on as I take a shaky breath in... bathing in the attention he's giving me.

I'm soaking wet already... I wouldn't be surprised if I left a small puddle on his desk.

I'm aching for it... for him.

I spread my legs... running a hand down my stomach and past my hardened cock... the tips of my fingers reaching my hole.

Cyrus growls at the action... speeding up his hand on his length... the squelching sounds intensifying.

"Do it. Touch yourself for me," he orders and I simply can't refuse.

I push two fingers past my entrance and gasp at the sensation... exhilarated from taking this leap.

I've never touched myself down there for fear of feeling the same painful sensations that I have when I was raped.

So I'm surprised that it actually feels good.

Sure... there's a bit of a stretch that makes me wince but I'm so aroused and wet that the pain quickly dissolves into pleasure.

Using one arm to hold myself up to face Cyrus... I start to thrust inside.

"Good. You're so good for me," he grits his teeth, gaze locked on where my fingers are desperately moving in an out of me.

"Cyrus..." I preen at the praise... loving how it washes over me.

"Koa. My pretty Koa," he stands up... canine piercing into his lower lip with desire.

"Y-yours," I cry breathily... plunging my fingers in to the hilt as I take in his huge body... the way he looms over me... working his cock with urgency.

"That's right. You are mine. Mine to claim. Mine to fuck."

I moan loudly at that... a flood of wetness washing over my fingers lodged inside me.

I abruptly pull them out... shocked at the amount of clear slick dripping from them.

"Let me taste you... now," Cyrus growls and I waste no time obeying him... my Omega submitting to his Alpha.

I put my fingers to his mouth and he takes them in eagerly... moaning in pleasure as his tongue swirls around them... sucking up every drop he can get.

I'm panting hard as he feasts on my slick... the sound of him fucking himself into his hand nearly bringing me over the edge.

I need something.

I need something... badly.

"Cyrus," I whimper out... begging up at him.

"Your fingers... please," I spread my hole with the hand not occupied by his mouth.

He growls ferociously... grabbing one of my legs and bending it so it's pinned to the desk... spreading me wide for him.

He plunges two fingers into me and I scream in pure pleasure... throwing my head back.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck."

My nails dig into the the wood as he fucks them into me at a punishing pace... hitting all the good spots over and over.

He attacks my neck... mouthing and biting at the skin... his hand never slowing it's punishing pace as he ruins me.

I swear I'm seeing stars... my whole body vibrating with my approaching climax.

"More. Deeper."

He snarls... flipping me over on my stomach so I'm bent over the desk.

He plunges three fingers into me and I squeal... my entire body tremoring at the ecstasy he's making me feel.

"Yeah? Do you like that?" he bites into my shoulder as he thrusts especially deep and I can barely keep coherent.

I hear the wet stroke of his hand on his cock again... feeling the hot wet tip of it on my ass.

"Yes, Cyrus. Hmm... it feels so good."

My head is weak against the table as he fingers me into oblivion... jerking my body with each hard thrust.

Then he curls his fingers as he slams them in just right and my whole body jolts... my orgasm hitting me hard... so good and intense I can only brokenly moan.

I push up onto my tip toes... pressing my ass back into his fingers and wiggling my hips... riding out all the pleasure-filled contractions as I clench around them.

"Oh, Koa," Cyrus moans, finally pulling his fingers out.

I hear the squelching slide of his cock as he covers it in my slick... roughly stroking himself.

I feel his eyes boring into my backside... his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"Your ass drives me crazy. Do you know that?"

I just arch my back in response... letting him get a good look at it.

I love this... presenting to him... letting him look at and desire me.

He groans in pleasure.

"Good boy."

If I wasn't thoroughly fucked out... I could cum again from just that.

"Cum on me," I beg... rubbing my nipples up against the surface of the table.

"Want it all over me," I say, bouncing my ass enticingly.

I hear him curse and then hot, thick semen is splattering all over my back and ass.

He strokes himself harshly a few more times... panting hard as the last of his seed spurts out onto me.

There is no regret or feeling of wrongness.

There is only utter bliss.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 28a

*Warning Adult Content*

Just a Little Crush - Part 1 - Koa

I stand before the door to Cyrus's office, bouncing on the balls of my feet and taking deep breaths.

Why am I so Goddamn nervous? All I need to do is knock... go in and apologize for being a bitch about him helping Oliver shift and be on my merry way.

It's not a big deal but when I think about how we haven't had a proper conversation since our little rendezvous that Xavier so awkwardly interrupted... I get all hot and bothered... sexually and anxiety-wise.

I am constantly thinking about Cyrus, about how his mouth felt on my lips, on my body and I want more.

I want more of his laughs, his smiles, his sweet words.

The way he makes me feel... the only obstacle is myself and my stupid habit of running away from him.

I raise my hand to knock for the fifth time... before chickening out once again.

Fuck... what is wrong with me...

"That scared of me?" the deep voice of my mate comes from behind me and I jump... whipping around in surprise.

"Cyrus? Oh. Well, I was..."

"About to leave because you weren't brave enough to knock on my door?" he smirks, canines glinting so attractively I swear I almost jump him right there.

The Moon Goddess knew what she was doing... giving me a mate like him.

"Hmph... just let me in," I try to brush off my embarrassment at being caught in my cowardice.

He leans forward... back pressing to mine as he unlocks the door.

I can barely stop myself from pushing back against him and grinding my ass up against his crotch.

My wolf urges me on and it takes everything in me to shut him out and enter the office.

I watch as Cyrus follows in after me... closing the door and striding to his desk.

My gaze trails over every mouthwatering bit of his body.

His shirt is tight and black, outlining his pectorals and abdomen in a way that makes me absolutely feral.

How can someone be so built? So sculpted to perfection?

"What brings you by, my Moon?" he breaks me out of my horny daze... pulling my attention to where he sits at his desk.

"I... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

He raises a thick, dark brow.

"For what?"

"You know..." I wring my hands together, pacing awkwardly across the room.

"For how I acted the other day when Oliver shifted for the first time. I was a bit bitter that you were the one that got to be there. I'm used to being the only one to like... celebrate his milestones with him. And it's not that I feel you're replacing me in any way... it's just..."

"Koa," he cuts me off before I spiral.

"The reason Oliver wanted to shift so badly was to impress you. He wanted to surprise you... which is why he asked for my aid. Things didn't work out as planned but that was truly his intention..."

I feel like a complete and utter jerk for being all snappy now.

Not that I didn't already feel bad before.

"I... thank you. That's very sweet. I don't think I tell you enough how much I appreciate you being in his life. He's never had an Alpha that... he could look up to."

"You don't have to thank me. I enjoy it. He is the child of my mate and it's a given that I will protect and provide for him as I do you," he crosses his arms in the hottest... most masculine way that flexes his muscles and I think I just might melt.

How can he say such sweet things at the drop of a hat?

"Even still... I shouldn't have taken out my disappointment on you like that. I've been wanting to apologize," I chew my lip, sparing a glance at him through my lashes.

Those ice blue eyes of his are glinting in amusement and I feel my cheeks heat.

"I'm quite used to your attitude by now... little wolf... trust me."

"Just accept the apology," I huff, clenching my fists in mortification at his teasing.

"I accept," his tone is tantalizing and I send him a pout.

He keeps having the upper hand in this conversation... somehow.

He always gets the best of me... doesn't he?

With a deep breath out... I walk to the bookshelf on the far side of the room... opposite of the window.

Now that I've apologized...I don't know what to do... I don't want to leave.

I crave his presence so much whenever I'm not with him... it's practically painful.

But how do I approach him?

I feel like twelve-year-old-me again... my stomach fluttering every time I went to see Des... courtesy of my huge crush on him.

I guess that's what I have now but this time on Cyrus.

A damned crush as a twenty two year old man.

"So... do you read these?" I ask dumbly... brushing a hand over the dusty spines of the books.

"That is... generally... what books are for."

Oh... that's it... I march over to his desk... plopping down on it with a scowl.

"You've been getting real... sassy... haven't you?"

He barely represses a smile.

"I've learned from the best... don't you think?"

"You ass," I playfully slap his shoulder and he bursts out laughing.

I think it's probably the most amazing sound in the world.

I can't help but adore him as his eyes crinkle... the lines of his face pulled taut in a wide grin.

Goddess... I want to kiss him.

Who gave him the right to be this sexy?

As I continue to fantasize about the man in front of me... I don't realize he's gone quiet.

His intense gaze is set on me and I swallow... excitement bubbling inside me.

That's when I look down and see that he's rock hard... his boner straining painfully against his pants.

Arousal hits me so hard I have to suck a breath in... my legs instinctively squeezing together.

"Why are you... suddenly hard?" I choke out and he shoots a hungry look at my lips.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"Yes."

"Your thighs are showing and I want to be between them again."

"Cyrus," I flush, remembering that I'm wearing shorts today because of the warmer weather.

Who knew it would lead to this?

"It's the truth," he shrugs.

"What are you, a teenager?"

"I am an Alpha looking at a very beautiful and very sexy Omega."

'Oh, fuck it. I want him.'

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27b

*Warning Adult Content*

Betrothed - Part 2 - Koa

Morgan and I sit on the porch of the Packhouse, watching Cyrus play with Oliver in the grass.

They've been playing some sort of game of tag that Cyrus keeps letting my son win.

I chuckle as Oliver rolls in the grass, howling before Cyrus picks him up, slinging him playfully over his shoulder.

Oliver squeals in laughter while he kicks his legs and my heart fills with tenderness.

He's so happy with him.

They really could be mistaken for father and son.

"You're falling for him, aren't you?"

I turn to Morgan in shock, my mouth gaping.

"Excuse me?"

He smirks, teeth flashing deviously.

"So you are."

"What makes you so sure?" I retort with a scoff of disbelief, though I feel my face flush.

He pokes me in the shoulder teasingly.

"By the way you're been looking at him, hun."

"And just how am I looking at him?"

"Like you simultaneously want to kiss his face off and ride him."

"Morgan," I gasp, sitting forward in my chair and sending him an alarmed look.

He bursts out laughing.

"Oh, we're adults here. Don't tell me you don't want to get a little naughty with that absolute hunk of a man."

I curl my hands in my lap, realizing I can't exactly deny that accusation.

Not after what I let Cyrus do to me in the woods.

At my silence, Morgan's eyes widen.

"Wait, did you guys fuck?"

My jaw drops for the second time.

I would've never imagined this kind of vernacular coming out of the beta's mouth when I first met him.

"We didn't," I quickly counter.

"It sure seems like you did. Now that I think about it, Cyrus's been staring at you like he's... like he's damn near starving, all day."

I groan in embarrassment, putting my heads into my hands.

"Okay, we did.. stuff. But not all the way. I wasn't ready."

In more ways than one.

Don't get me wrong, it felt crazy good.

Out of this world good.

But aside from the fear of an Alpha penetrating me... I also got a heavy sense of guilt afterward.

I was never taught that Omegas should or even could feel pleasure during sex.

Our only role... wolves in my old pack told me... was to make sure an Alpha was satisfied.

My own comfort didn't matter.

So actually having an orgasm for the first time in my life came with a feeling of wrongness.

Like it was unnatural, even... dirty, that I let loose and begged for pleasure like that.

An alpha was serving me and not the other way around.

He was giving and I was taking.

It's pretty hard to get used to that, when every single sexual experience in my life up until now was painful and forced upon me and never centered around my own enjoyment.

"Go at your own pace," Morgan pats my shoulder.

"Xavier and I certainly haven't jumped straight into it."

I whip my head to look at him.

"Wait... but you've done... things?" my voice goes up in pitch at the end and I feel childish for avoiding saying any sexual words.

Morgan grins, mostly to himself as he twirls a strand of his white gold hair.

"I may have... sucked him off outside the tavern the other night."

I put my hands over my mouth.

"You naughty little..." I start to exclaim but then I hear Oliver's voice calling out for me.

"Mama... Mama..." he yells, and I look up to see him running naked towards me.

Morgan snorts in laughter and I frown in confusion.

My eyes widen in realization, taking in the scraps of his clothes hanging off his shoulders and ankles, a sure sign that what he says is truth.

He scrunches his face in concentration, closing his eyes as he attempts to will his wolf to the surface again but nothing happens.

He tries again, clenching his fists with effort but to no avail.

He lets out a huff, shoulders dropping.

"I swear, Mama. Cyrus saw. He was helping me to do it."

I should be happy. I mean, I am happy.

Oliver's growing up, as he should be.

But the problem is my baby shifted for the first time and I didn't get to see it.

I always thought that would be a special moment we'd share together.

I can't bring myself to look at Cyrus as he walks over.

Why am I being so insecure and petty?

It doesn't matter if someone else helped it happen.

Cyrus is an Alpha, after all, with much more shifting experience than me.

My advice to Oliver never worked.

"Mama, I'm cold," Oliver whines, shivering from being bare.

Cyrus chuckles, pulling off his jacket and draping it over my boy's shoulders.

When we turn in after a hefty session of congratulating my son, Oliver walking ahead with Morgan to the dining hall, I feel Cyrus's rough hand enclose around my own.

"Koa. Are you okay?"

I shrug.

"I'm fine," but I don't meet his gaze.

How is he always able to tell when something is off with me?

"Did you perhaps... see, er, did you see me talking to someone?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"What? No."

"Oh, well... if you did, I'd like you to know that it's strictly out of courtesy..."

"Cyrus, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm going inside."

I brush him off coldly, heading after the other two.

My wolf scolds me with a rough bark.. annoyed that we're turning our mate away like this.

Like we always do.

But what he doesn't realize is that I want to change myself even more than he does.

I want to be different.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27a

*Warning Adult Content*

Betrothed - Part 1 - Cyrus

My member is still throbbing as I make my way to my mother's garden.

I barely have time to wonder what my parents are summoning me for when the memory of Koa is fresh in my mind.

His sweet moans, his soft, plush thighs wrapped around my head, shaking and squeezing as I pleasured him.

His warm length in my mouth, succumbing to the pressure of my tongue.

My lips on his neck, canines aching to sink into it and claim him.

How can someone taste so perfect?

His release, like heaven in my mouth as I drank him down.

The scent of his slick, which I haven't yet gotten to taste but hunger for.

Moon Goddess... I don't think I'll ever have enough of him.

I want to feast on every part of his delectable body, run my tongue across his golden brown skin until I've gotten my fix, bury my face into his auburn curls and breathe him in.

To suck on his rosy nipples, imagining them swollen and leaking sweet milk for our pup one day... I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, as well as my dick.

I am getting way ahead of my myself.

He's barely just let me kiss him.

Today was a wild leap, with it being our first time engaging in our carnal desires.

He hasn't yet consented to me being inside him, much less to carrying my pup.

Give my wolf an inch, he'll want a mile.

He's thrilled with this progression but being the horny bastard he is, he wants our mate claimed, knotted and pregnant for us already.

The thought is not unappealing to me but Koa's comfort takes priority.

Rushing things will have the opposite affect of improving our relationship.

With that reminder of reality, my hardness has gone down and I make my way around the clinic to the gardens.

No sooner have I gotten through the gate is someone calling out my name.

"Cyrus."

I don't have time to react before a tiny male is running at me, throwing his arms around me and burying his face in my chest.

He pulls back to beam at me.

"It's been so long. Ugh, I missed you," his says in a shrill, high voice.

I have to crane my neck painfully to look down at him, noting he's clearly an Omega by his small stature.

I take in his peachy face, green eyes and wavy chestnut hair.

I'm supposed to know this person?

He raises a thin, manicured brow.

"Cyrus? Do you not remember me? It's Beau."

'Beau? It's faintly familiar but far away as well.'

Most likely from my childhood.

And that's when it hits me.

This is the son of the North River Pack's Alpha, Earl.

I played briefly with Beau when we were pups.

He was a crybaby and rather clingy, though so I tried my best to avoid him no matter how much my father wanted us to get along.

He was good friends with Earl and they talked of us mating one day to join our packs and strengthen the already existing alliance.

So their Beau being here could only mean... Fuck.

I look farther into the gardens to see my mother, father, Earl and his Omega mate Leo sitting at the outdoor table lavished with meat and other delicacies.

Beau is practically a mirror image of his mother, sharing the same extreme shortness and coloring as Leo.

It makes me think of my little wolf and I grin.

Oliver looks just like him and it's adorable.

If we ever have a pup together... I hope they also look like Koa.

They'll be beautiful... inheriting my mate's features.

My wolf likes the idea... urging us to ditch whatever kind of meetup my father's arranged so we can start the process of conceiving said pup.

Oh, boy... I'll have to shut him out for a while.

Beau's eyes light up when he notices my smile.

"See? I knew you'd be happy to see me," he cheers, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the table.

I sigh... I don't think I'm going to like this... Not one bit.

"Cyrus. You've grown into a fine young Alpha, haven't you?" Earl stands up to greet me, shaking my hand.

Last time I saw him, I barely reached his hips.

Now I tower above him.

Still doesn't keep him from talking to me like a child, though.

"Thank you," I reply curtly, glancing at my mother.

She gives me a subtle, helpless shrug.

It's not her fault, I know.

My father never listens to her, anyway.

The bastard.

"Ever so serious, my boy," Earl laughs, slapping me on the back.

I just want to go back to Koa.

"Why don't we all sit down. We have much to discuss," my father urges.

"Ah, yes," Earl nods.

"Now that Beau has come of age... we thought it'd be a good time to talk about a mate union,"

"Earl," I start. "I appreciate you coming all this way but I..."

My father quickly cuts me off.

"Cyrus, this is for the good of both of our Packs. You've been busy fending off enemy Packs and other pests, haven't you? So has North River. Joining our Packs would mean a strengthening in numbers and better defense."

"Please," Leo finally speaks up, his small voice barely carrying.

"Our Beau, he's ready. He's had so many suitors back home but he saved himself for you. He's reached the fertile age... he'll be able to carry your heir and support you in any way a Luna is required."

"This mate-union is a must. Your betrothal has been a serious consideration since Beau was born. We have to show a strong front to our peoples and follow through. You understand that, don't you?" Earl adds, directing the last question at me.

This is too much... too much, all at once.

Why? Why must this happen... just when I am making progress with Koa?

I knew that some day my father would try to follow up this stupid plan of his but I'd always thought by that time I'd already be mated... my Omega claimed and our bond formed and he and Earl would leave this all in the past.

But Koa has only just allowed me intimacy and we haven't even broached the topic of whether he agrees to be my Luna or not.

It's all up in the air and I feel as if my father and Earl will dismiss all of my excuses.

I know that I'm the Alpha... I'm in charge but at the same time... there are so many eyes and pressure on me.

It's hard to flat out reject these people... even if I have no intention of mating with Beau.

Especially since they are our strongest ally and refusing the union could damage relations between our packs.

"Can you all give Cyrus a bit of time to think about this?" my Mom speaks up at my silence and I'm ever thankful to her.

"Of course, Juliet. I understand that this is a big decision. Leo and I leave tomorrow but we'll leave Beau here. Hopefully, by the time we return, a decision will be made."

"And maybe a pup will also be on the way," Leo adds, clapping his hands excitedly.

I glance at Beau, who gives me a bashful smile.

"That's important, too, Cyrus. You'll need a proper Omega to give you healthy pups," my Father's words hold an underlayer and it makes me want to punch him.

He's insinuating that Koa is not a 'proper' Omega.

'Fuck this... the dinner is long and agonizing.'

I do my best to avoid Beau's blatant advances.

He even tries to feed me a piece of meat off his fork.

When I refuse and he pouts and my father sends me a withering glare.

When Earl and Leo retire to their room for the night, led by my Mother... my Father tasks me with showing Beau to his room at the Packhouse.

As if this couldn't get any worse.

I don't want Koa to see Beau with me and misunderstand.

I try to shake him off but Beau latches onto my arm as I lead him down the hall.

"You've gotten so handsome, Cyrus," he says, batting his lashes erratically at me.

It looks like he's got something stuck in his eye.

"Thanks."

"What about me?" he prods.

"You've... grown up well."

He giggles and blushes.

I meant it as a compliment of goodwill... with no intentions behind it but by that reaction I must have given him the wrong idea.

"You're so big, too. I bet I'd be light as a feather... if you picked me up," he says, squeezing my arm and laying his head against it.

I cough uncomfortably.

I could never use physical force on an Omega but the urge to push him off is getting more intense by the minute.

Instead, I quicken my step to get to his room as fast as possible.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 26b

*Warning Adult Content*

Little Wolf - Part 2 - Koa

"Do not run from me, little wolf," he says in a rasp.

"Don't call me little," I fume but he smirks.

"How can I not, when that's what you are?"

"Then I'll just have to call you... a big wolf... no... a beast would be more fitting," I shoot back.

Cyrus raises an eyebrow.

"Big beast?"

"Yes... a big beast who pins Omegas under him... in the forest."

"Do you hate it? Being trapped beneath me?" Cyrus asks, voice teasing as he leans in towards my face.

My gut churns with arousal and I instinctively clench my thighs, a small whimper slipping out.

Fuck, did I really just do that?

Cyrus doesn't miss the movement or the sound, gaze finally tearing away from my face to look down at my crotch where my hardness has become apparent.

His eyes darken at the sight, a deep, feral growl coming from his chest.

"I want to ravish you," he groans out.

I don't have the will to resist any longer and I loop my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his bare torso.

I pull him in, our lips barely touching and I feel his breath against them, heady with the excitement I can already smell emanating from him.

I nip at his bottom lip with my canines and that marks the end of his control... he crushes his lips into mine.

I moan into his mouth, letting him devour me as I part my lips, welcoming his tongue inside.

It feels fucking amazing.

He's so big, so all-consuming and I love when his arms loop around me, lifting me off the ground against him.

My cock is now pressed up against his stomach, pulsing with arousal and he rolls his abs against me.

"Oh," I cry out, lips tearing away from his but he finds them again, barely letting me take a breath before he's moving his mouth aggressively against mine.

I'm weak to it, legs tightening around his torso and grinding myself frantically on him.

The ridges of his abdominals give the best friction to my leaking cock and this time he moans, hands roaming to my backside to squeeze my ass.

A part of me can't believe this is happening.

This morning, I was so set on distancing myself from him yet here I am now, making out with him in the God-damn woods... naked.

I can't bring myself to stop, so I push him over so I'm on top, straddling him and Cyrus gratefully explores my body with those rough hands of his and my skin is practically singing in pleasure, the touch of my mate feeling like heaven.

His two hands can wrap fully around my waist and I feel like a little doll, a doll that he's dominating and I love it.

We roll around in the grass, losing ourselves in the kiss and Cyrus pulls me close, tongue deep in my mouth.

I move my lips desperately against his, loving his taste and raking my hands down his muscular back.

He really enjoys that, groaning and rutting between my legs.

I feel his hot, pulsing cock on my ass, guessing from the feel alone that it's huge and that's when I get a little scared.

While my wolf is whining to let him breed us and no doubt, there's a part of me that wants to give in and go all the way but at the same time, though... I don't know if I'm ready.

I abruptly break away from the kiss.

"You..." I gasp. "You can't put it in me."

"I won't," Cyrus reassures me... an unreadable expression on his face.

Before relief can set in, a sudden panic washes over me.

What if... what if Cyrus snaps and decides he'll just do what he wants?

We're all alone out in the forest and an Alpha has me completely dominated in size and strength.

And no matter how much I like that... it doesn't change the fact that he could force me down and rape me all he wanted.

'Cyrus isn't that type of guy,' I tell myself but it's no use.

"You would ever... force me, right?" I ask in a small, fearful voice.

Cyrus's face contorts into a deeply concerned frown.

"Never. Never, Koa. If I've done something that has made you uncomfortable..."

"No. No. You haven't..."

How can I tell him that it's not him but the memories of my past rapes that shackle me.

"It seems... my erections have a habit of... scaring you away," he remarks, gently cradling my cheek.

The tension quickly fades with that and I giggle, sense coming over me again.

'This is Cyrus... he wouldn't hurt me... he just wouldn't.'

He grins, eyes low-lidded.

"The way you laugh... is gorgeous."

I bring my hand to the back of his neck and I pull his face to mine.

"Shut up," I say and kiss him again.

The sky darkens overhead as he just keeps kissing me and I'm a complete wreck.

I've never felt sexual gratification like this.

I was never attracted to the Alphas that forced themselves on me and my first experience with Zacan made me think sex was always going to be painful, scary and just overall horrible.

And Des and I being the pups we were never did anything more than kiss.

I thought I'd never be able to have real intimacy.

I even have a new sensation, wetness in my back entrance, something I have never had before except when I had my first and only heat and it was just uncomfortable at the time.

But right here and now, I am so painfully turned on and I whine into his mouth.

"Cyrus, d-do something," I beg, needing this golden heat in my stomach to reach its peak.

He growls into my neck, licking and nipping at delicate skin.

"Shall I taste you? Take your pretty cock into my mouth?"

The thought doesn't trigger me... no, it makes me moan loud and wantonly.

"Fuck, yes," I cry out and then he's throwing me down and spreading my thighs with his powerful hands.

His mouth is on me in seconds, swallowing my cock with eagerness.

I gasp at the warmth and wetness, marveling at how fucking amazing it feels.

He gets to work, head bobbing between my legs with the perfect amount of suction for me to have my head thrown back and thighs clenched around his face.

"Cyrus... Ahh... Cyrus."

I lace my hands through his glossy black hair, rutting my hips into his mouth.

He moans around my length, swirling his tongue all over it and the vibration sends a pleasurable buzz through me.

I gasps as he flicks at the head, hooded eyes hazily looking up into my own.

The imagery is all too much for me and I let out a high moan, stomach growing tighter with each second.

He's sucking me so well, taking me to the root every time with such intensity I'm almost at my breaking point.

Somethings coming... I've never felt this... ever... but it's good.

So good that when he increases his speed I'm practically screaming, legs shaking violently as it conquers me, an all-consuming climax that hits me so hard I see white.

I spurt into his mouth with a cry and Cyrus eagerly drinks down every drop, panting violently as his tongue licks at my tip for any excess he missed.

He watches me with lust as I shudder from the aftershocks, pushing myself up from the grass onto my elbows.

I take in his haggard state, the stubble littered on his jaw and the way his chest and abs heave.

I follow his mouth-watering V line down to his manhood.

My eyes widen because it's... freaking huge... which I assumed it would be considering the person it's attached to but... fuck... it would fill me to the brim.

It's flushed dark with arousal, leaking white at its tip and that's when my eyes find the pale splatter in the grass under Cyrus's crotch.

"Did you just... you came?" I ask in confusion, wondering how in the world that happened.

He hasn't touched himself this whole time.

He looms over me, licking his lips seductively.

"It would be a wonder if I hadn't, with the way you taste. It's addictive, my Moon."

"What?" I squeal, covering my face with my hands and my voice rising in pitch as I try to squeeze my legs together, embarrassed how they're just spread, bearing it all to him.

"No," he orders, opening them again with ease.

"Let me see how I've ruined you."

I gasp, overwhelmed by the attention he's giving to my body, as if he's trying to burn the image into his mind.

He places an arm on either side of me, expression dark with hunger as he looms over me.

"I don't have to put mine in to feel good, Koa. If you let me... I'd be satisfied spending all day and night with my head between your sweet thighs... making you come for me as many times as I crave."

I lightly slap at his arm, astounded at his lack of shame.

"Cyrus. H-how can you say that..."

"Cyrus?" Xavier's voice echoes through the woods and we both freeze.

"Oh my Goddess," I gasp when I spot the Alpha emerge from the trees.

Cyrus automatically covers me with his body, blocking me from the man's view and I am ever so thankful.

"Cyrus? Moon Goddess," Xavier exclaims, presumably catching sight of a nude Cyrus hunched over in the grass.

I peek out at him from behind my mate's shoulder, observing that he's turned the other way.

"Have you lost your mind? Have the decency to take your mate somewhere nicer than the forest floor for intimacy," he scolds harshly.

Cyrus huffs in irritation.

"Get lost, Xavier," he tightens his hold, protectively cradling me against his chest.

I nuzzle into it, feeling safe... despite this awkward turn of events.

"After seeing your bare ass... I wish I could but unfortunately, your parents are calling for you. It's pretty urgent, so you're needed... like now."

Cyrus sighs heavily, grumbling something that sounds like a curse under his breath.

"It's okay, Cyrus," I pat him on the shoulder.

"You can go."

His face, shoulders and chest have fallen.

"I don't want to."

"He's not going to leave if you don't. Do you want another Alpha seeing me completely naked?"

He growls at that, burying his face into my neck.

"No. Only me."

Yep, I totally just brought out his possessive side.

I'd call it his one weakness... if a guy like him can even have one.

"Shift, my Moon. Run back to the Packhouse. Stay in the open parts and follow the sunset..."

"I know my way, Cyrus," I roll my eyes.

He can be such a worrywart.

We're not even a mile away from the place.

Not that I don't like this side to him.

"Right. You are my brilliant Omega mate, after all," he strokes my hair softly and I nearly beg to go with him.

Is it normal to want to manually attach yourself to someone so you can be with them all the time?

"I'm yours, huh?" I tease before leaving his grasp, preparing to shift.

But before I can, he pulls me back in and presses a soft, chaste kiss to my lips.

Then I'm off, racing through the trees as my mind whirls with what just happened.

Even when I go to sleep that night... I don't think my smile leaves my face.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27a

*Warning Adult Content*

Little Wolf - Part 1 - Koa

That night... I dream of Des.

How we'd sneak treats from the dining hall then go up to the roof at night to lay on our backs and watch the stars.

How I'd cried in his arms and he comforted me after I was kicked from my family home.

The world had seemed so small back then, it was me and him against our oppressive pack.

Our first kiss had been awkward but exciting, stolen behind the old shack in the woods where we often hid from the other kids.

He told me he loved me just a week after, promising that we'd mate when we were older, even if we weren't fated.

I'd thought it so romantic then, I believed whatever he told me.

Des was my everything and then he was gone.

I was left alone and vulnerable, giving Zacan the opportunity to impregnate me not long after Des's death.

It was the most painful time of my life.

When I wake up with tears streaming down my face, a deep pit in my stomach, I recognize that I'm not over that pain in the slightest.

But what if Cyrus expects me to behave like I'm not?

What if he thinks that now that we've kissed... I'm offering up my heart to him?

Because I can't do that, I can't give my all to someone when the future isn't guaranteed.

Cyrus could die.... he could leave me... he could find out the truth of my past and be disgusted that he was ever attracted to impure omega like me.

He could decide that he doesn't want all my baggage, much less having to care for another Alpha's child.

There is so much that could go wrong and I have to my protect my heart.

Because the loss of Des broke me and if I let Cyrus any farther in and the same thing happens, it won't only break me... it will destroy me.

I know it will and Oliver doesn't deserve a mother like that.

I have to be strong for him, like I always have been.

I cannot let my defenses fall now because of my silly feelings.

So after a full weekend of avoiding Cyrus, Monday rolls around and I have no way to get out of training.

Cyrus would come find me, anyway.

I walk to the training field from the school, already dressed in my leathers to get this over with as quickly as I can.

Fuck, I feel so nervous... one look at him and I know I'll be tempted to kiss him again.

The heat of our moment the other night has not left my mind, much less my body, where it teases my stomach with butterflies at the prospect of seeing my mate.

My wolf is practically salivating, wagging his tail like the lust-starved mutt he is.

I try to calm him down but it's no use.

So when I approach Cyrus who's leaning against the weapons shed, I keep my eyes downcast.

My palms are sweaty as hell and I wring them together, an anxious breath escaping my chest.

How am I going to ignore the elephant in the room?

Which is the fact that I threw myself at him a couple nights ago and we made out not once but twice.

I can't say I regret it but what I do regret is not thinking of the consequences.

Like how I'm going to face him today, acting like nothing happened.

"We're going to be working with weapons today. It's your first time, so please take caution. The daggers are sharpened daily," he starts as soon as I'm near and I look up in confusion.

He's just gonna act like nothing happened?

A part of me I'm reluctant to acknowledge wilts in disappointment but then I remind myself that this is exactly what I want.

I want to go on as usual and to NOT be tempted to kiss those soft, full lips of his again or feel his huge hands grip at my waist, lifting me effortlessly and taking control...

'Koa. Stop. It. Now.'

It's fucking awkward. I mean, I don't know why I didn't foresee this, seeing as he had his tongue down my throat a few days ago, that being the last time we saw each other.

Nothing's been addressed.

Cyrus has tripped over his words and his own two feet more times than I can count, sneaking glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking.

Moon Goddess, he's acting like a sulky pup and I hate that I find it so adorable.

When we get about halfway through training, Cyrus stops in the middle of instructing me, sighing.

"Koa, can we talk about..."

"Talk about what?" I cut him off.

"Oh, talk about how nice the weather is? Yes, it is soo nice. I love when weather is just so nice, you know? Anyway, can you show me how to use this one again? I haven't gotten the hang of it?"

The abrupt change of subject and detraction from his attempt at a conversation does not go unnoticed but Cyrus doesn't push.

I feel stupid, having an outburst like that but I couldn't think of anything else in the moment.

My wolf whines in embarrassment, hiding his face under his paws.

At least he can hide... I can't.

I make it to the end of our session successfully avoiding any conversation that could lead back to our kiss, filling the intermittent silences with nonsensical blabber about Pack gossip Morgan's relayed to me or what new things Oliver's learning at school.

But I can't shake the heat of his gaze off of me.

'How long am I going to be able to avoid this?'

I get my answer when I'm closing up the weapons shed after having put the daggers back in their rightful places.

I'm thinking about how I probably didn't absorb a majority of the strategy he taught me when I feel a towering, warm presence at my back.

"Why did you kiss me?" his voice is low and husky, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine and I suck in a breath before I respond.

"I... I don't... it didn't mean anything, okay?"

No sooner have the words left my mouth is Cyrus flipping me around to face him, hands on my shoulders as he stares icily into my eyes.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not. Kisses just happen, sometimes. You... you don't have to read so much into it," I insist.

His expression darkens.

"Do you passionately kiss just anyone, then?"

My cheeks burn at the utter obvious nature of my lie and I shake off his grasp, stalking away to the hand-washing basins on the other side of the shed.

When I get there, though, his shadow soon overcomes my own and his arms are wrapping around me, caging me in as he sets both hands on the basins so I can't evade him again without making a fool of myself by ducking beneath his huge, long arms.

"Are we not remembering the same kiss?" his breath tickles my hear.

"Because the way you pressed those pretty lips of yours to mine... the way you moaned into it and pushed up against me... that, I'm afraid, was the definition of passion."

I don't think I can take any more of his sexy voice saying these kinds of things without turning into a pile of mush.

My face is probably so red I'd get a misdiagnosis of heatstroke from Juliet.

He's so close... close enough that I could let it happen again, let him kiss me and have the world around us disappear.

I'm this close to giving him everything... and I just can't.

"Y-You're wrong," I blurt out in one final attempt to deny him, my voice coming out in some kind of squeak and I'm absolutely mortified.

Alright... making a fool out of myself it is.

I duck under his arm and nearly fall flat on my face trying to get away.

'Oh, for fuck's sake.'

I do the only thing I can think of to get out of this now.

I channel my shift, letting my wolf break free with the cracking of bones and growth of fiery fur.

My paws hit the ground with an impactful thump and I wince, halting my fleeing.

I take a chance to check behind me, my heart beat rising when I see that he's shifted as well.

A huge, magnificent black wolf with blazing blue eyes stands only a few meters away, a predatory haunch in his shoulders as he surveys me.

If I feel small to Cyrus in our human forms, I feel miniature in our wolves.

He flexes his back legs and I realize what he's preparing for.

A chase and I've just become his prey.

My stomach tingles in excitement, apprehensive.

My wolf takes the lead, desiring to be chased, caught by our Alpha.

I take off with a run into the woods... it's exhilarating, galloping through the trees, knowing he's not far behind.

Knowing that I can't outrun him and if I'm ahead now, it's only because I got a head start.

I jump over a tall thicket with a small howl, to which my fast approaching mate responds with a deep growl.

It rattles my bones in the most pleasurable way possible and I lose my footing, the momentum of the jump sending me sprawling in the soft patch of grass behind the thicket.

I have no time to register anything before Cyrus's huge wolf is pouncing at me, a dark blur blocking out the sun before he's on me.

I yelp in surprise as we roll playfully on the grass... he lets me resist... allowing me the higher ground as we wrestle.

We're a tangle of limbs, pawing at each other and panting until eventually I'm under him again.

I note that he does not put his full weight on me, probably for fear of crushing me.

He's always so considerate, even when we're rough-housing like this.

Exhausted and panting, I can't help but shift back, my fur too warm for the exhilarated state I'm in right now.

He does the same and I watch as the dark wolf morphs into the man I'm helplessly attracted to in every way.

When his pale face, chiseled jaw and beautiful eyes emerge again, I can't help but swoon.

He's so God-damn handsome... and thoughtful... and sweet... and sexy as hell.

He's breathing hard, staring at me with an intensity that sets my whole body on fire in the best way.

We're both naked now and I don't dare to bring my eyes any lower than his neck.

He keeps his eyes on my face, ever the gentlemen.

"Do not run from me, little wolf," he says in a rasp.

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 25b

*Warning Adult Content*

Mission - Part 2 - Koa

'Please. Please, if you're listening, Goddess, bring him back to me.'

My prayer halts when I see a large figure in the distance, walking down the lantern lit path.

I recognize that height, that frame, that gait.

I know it in my bones.

I rush to the door, not bothering to grab a coat or even change my slippers to my regular shoes.

None of that matters right now.

I lock the door behind me, quickly making my way down the hall to the stairwell.

'Am I hallucinating? It's him, right? It's him.'

I throw the front doors open, breathing hard as I spot my mate approaching, his shoulder hunched from exhaustion.

I can't see his face with it shadowed from the overhead lighting and I need to.

I need confirmation that it really is him and that he's okay.

So I run to him.

He stops walking and looks up when I draw near, eyes widening in shock but I don't think anymore, I just do.

When I reach him, I throw my arms around his neck, embracing him with all that I have.

He goes tense and stiff at my touch, which is understandable because this is a complete 180 from the last time I saw him.

"Koa, what the heck..?"

"I'm so sorry for what I said. I don't think you're disgusting. T-that was cruel of me and you didn't deserve it."

I press my head against his chest, squeezing him tight.

It's silent for a few moments and I almost think he'll reject my apology when I feel his arms close in around me, hugging me in return.

"So you don't... hate me?" he asks, voice raspy.

I shake my head.

"Of course not, dummy," I sniffle as I look up into his eyes.

And he's looking back at me with an intensity that's almost too much.

"What's the matter? What is it?"

He blinks, as if snapping out of it, before lifting his hand to cup my cheek.

But before it can make contact, he stops himself.

"I'm pretty dirty from the mission right now, my moon..."

Oh, for the Moon Goddess's sake.

I grab his face, crushing my lips against his.

He's frozen for a second, lips unmoving against my own and I almost pull away... but then it's like all reserve flies out the window.

He's kissing me back.

Kissing me with a desperate hunger that steals my breath away.

And it is everything.

His hands find my waist and he's pulling me flush against his muscled body, groaning when I turn my head, the angle deepening our kiss.

My hands travel from his face to his neck, nails raking through the hair up his nape, wanting as much of him as possible, so needy for it as I let him lift me off the ground.

How did I resist doing this for so long?

Why did I deprive myself of this... the feeling of his mouth moving on mine, devouring me until I'm a melting, trembling mess.

His lips are so soft, so perfect and he tastes like... I don't even know what but it's fucking heaven.

When I pull away to finally breath, his mouth chases mine, greedy for more as his pupils expand to the limit.

My rushed gasp to fill my deprived lungs snaps him out of his daze, though and he ceases.

He sets me down so my feet no longer dangle but does not remove his arms from around me.

We're both panting hard, staring into each other's eyes and the reality of what I just did settles in.

I kissed him.

And... he kissed me back.

He brushes a curl from my face, gaze darting from my eyes to my lips in temptation.

"You will be my ruin."

After I impulsively kissed him and he literally and figuratively swept me off my feet, I didn't really know how to act.

I let him lead me back inside, my hand encased in his.

He walked me to my door, both of us in tension-filled silence the whole way and now I'm before him again.

My heart is palpitating.

I can't look at him or I'll want to kiss him again.

Forever.

"My moon," his voice is quiet, husky and enough to bring me to my knees.

"You should get some rest."

I pat his shoulder, subconsciously biting my lip.

"I'd better sleep too."

He doesn't respond, so I make to turn, reaching for the door knob when suddenly I'm being spun back to  face him and pressed up against the wall by his huge frame.

His mouth finds mine with ravenous intent and I can barely think as his rough, labor worn hands cup my face, roughly pulling me in deeper to his kiss.

And I can't hold back.

I moan into it, my hands traveling to his hair and fisting lightly in it as I let my lips part for his tongue to grace my own.

He groans, eagerly exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue and I am completely at his mercy, whimpering at the wet, hot feeling of it.

I battle his tongue with my own, seeking to win but he dominates me in seconds, pinning me harder against the wall as our bodies meld together.

I need him.

Need him.

Want him more than I've ever wanted.

I nip at his lips, letting the delicious tingle that emanates from my core burn golden hot at the feel of him... his warmth, his strength, the sweetness of his tongue, the pine rain scent of him that I want to drown myself in.

I'm throbbing between my legs and he's not much different, pressing that hot length up against me and this time, it is anything but scary.

It's hot and I rub myself up on him, using my hands on his shoulder as leverage and he gets the message, hiking one of my legs up around his waist to grind into me.

So good.

So fucking good.

When we finally separate, lips wet with the taste of each other, he's rendered me speechless.

I look up at him through my lashes and the mere sight of the glow of his wolf in his eyes makes me clench my thighs.

My own wolf responds, howling at me to jump on him again as if we didn't just absolutely dine on him, wanting to to get as much of his touch as we can.

He's not much different.

He looks starved, despite what we just did.

And when his eyes fall to my lips, I understand that I'm the only thing that can satiate him.