#Knuckle Fighter Alpha

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Of Monsters and Omegas

I read this a/b/o thing a while ago, I don't even know who the original was by I can't find it again y-y

but it had a thing I'd never seen in a/b/o before, with an idea of an alpha, claim biting another alpha and turning them into an omega (talked to a friend and it turns out this is a thing that has been written about more than once, im just out of touch and its not even friday) and it was an amazing story, super well written, I just personally didn't like the ending cause I'm the #1 advocate for brat readers and not the biggest fan of crybabies or the total pheromone brainwashing that people write for omegas that make them do the complete opposite of what they would normally do, I'd like to think they have more resistance to the chemicals than that albeit at the cost of some physical and psychological pain. so im writing my own, thingy, with a different ending.

18+ Minors DNI - 6.3k words Content Warnings: stalking, obsession, death, fighting, violence, blood, torture(?), kidnapping, noncon touching, suggestive, gangs, some degradation, reader is referred to as 'princess' gender neutrally (im new to this so if theres anything i forgot pls let me know)

The heavy sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed against the stone walls of the alleyway concealing the battered figures of the people fighting within it. One person lay dazed and immobile on the ground already, followed shortly by a second body, this one out cold before he even hit the ground. The last two fighters standing were locked in a desperate grapple, and despite having been beset upon by three assholes at once, the would-be victim who had been pulled into the alley on their way home from a long day of college classes gains the upper hand for the third and final time. Your muscles burn as you grunt and send the last assailant flying into the hard brick wall, one final crack ringing through the tight, dark space as they slide down the wall onto the dirty ground, right into an unfortunately placed puddle of dumpster juice. They leave a splatter of blood on the stone where the back of their head split on the stained grit.

Blood drips from the knuckles of the hand you run through the sweaty hair slicked to your forehead as you stoop and pick up your backpack from where it had been tossed to the side. You spot a wallet on the ground, knocked out of someone's pocket at some point during the fight, and pocket the cash from that too, for the inconvenience. These scumbags were lucky they weren't dead, yet, anyway. For this? They'd probably be killed within the week once you gave their ID's to your older sister.

You continue on your way back home, wiping the blood off your knuckles and face with the sleeve of your coat as you go.

Why those grunts had seemingly staked you out was beyond you, other than the obvious reason of being a member of their gang's most vicious and historied rival. Your family was a notorious one, a family business dealing mostly in drugs but with a few spare hands in money laundering and data gathering. You were fully aware that what your family did was illegal in a dozen different ways, but it was what you had grown up in, it was what paid for your lavish lifestyle, so who were you to be judgmental? Besides, to compromise within a morally gray area, you know your family prefers to keep things as bloodless as possible, less clean up and attention that way. As a fresh adult who was only in your second year of college however, you were ignorant to most of those details, and chose to be so. You understood why your family didn't want to involve you just yet, and you didn't care to dig into it, the longer you could go with less responsibilities, the better. So, for now, you were content to stay in the dark and live your carefree, well-funded life.

Of course, that didn't mean you were naive or anything. You know very well that you were in constant danger of being attacked or killed, even as you lived a perfectly normal college life. So, as any self-respecting alpha would, you worked out intensely and routinely, to the point of being intimidating even to other alphas. Running into a few punks here and there was nothing to you, even when they came in groups like they had today.

The remaining smears of blood on your knuckles have dried into a crust by the time you get home. Once you've kicked off your shoes at the door, you hide the gory evidence of your altercation in your coat pockets as you step into the living room of your family's manor. Your sisters, Nina, the youngest, and Esme, older than you but younger than your brothers, Leon and Silas, are sitting on the couch closest to the TV, a drama of some sort playing as they shared a bowl of strawberries. Nina beams at you from the couch.

"Hey! How was your day?"

Nina was still in high school, which in your opinion was way worse than college, so the fact that she still had the spunk and energy to greet you so enthusiastically warmed your heart. You smile back at her as you head for the stairs.

"It was pretty good, I finally finished that project so now I don't have to stay late at the library anymore."

"That's great! That means you'll be home early enough to watch Cats of Heaven with me!"

"I should have enough time for that, sure." You chuckle. You had no clue what that was, but if you had to guess, knowing your sister it was the newest silly cartoon that she had become infatuated with. At least she wasn't trying to get you to watch the insufferable dramas that she liked to watch with Leon and Esme, like what was on now, but you would never admit to your siblings how corny you thought those kinds of shows were. You could only hope Cats of Heaven was something more entertaining than the standard soap operas you'd observed.

"There's pizza in the kitchen." Esme calls to you as you start up the stairs.

Ah, so Leon isn't home yet. The oldest of your siblings was the one who normally cooked, more often than even your mother. You call back an acknowledgement before jogging up the stairs to your room. After cleaning yourself of the day's grime, and the blood of course, you change clothes and trot back downstairs, heading for the kitchen to obtain some of the aforementioned pizza. Getting past the group project you'd been working on for the past three months meant more free time after school for the immediate future, and you were all too keen to relax with your family, even if it meant slogging through a show that was potentially horrendous.

You pad back into the living room, already halfway through one of the five slices of cheesy divinity on your plate. You were just sitting down between Esme and Nina when the sound of keys in the front foyer made you all perk up.

"I thought they weren't coming back for another few days?" Esme voices the question on all of your minds, 'they' being your parents and oldest brother, who had left on a business trip a little under a week ago.

"Maybe they finished work early and wanted it to be a surprise." Nina suggests happily, as the sound of footsteps in the hallway grows closer. You're hit with a sudden wave of apprehension at the same time as Esme, both of you standing abruptly to move in front of your youngest sister as a crowd of strangers step into the room with shameless casualness. Leading them, is an imposing alpha man with ink black hair tied at the nape of his neck and burning red eyes so piercing it almost made you shiver to be caught in their gaze. Almost.

The only thing that overpowered the rising fear was anger.

You sprint directly for the leader, arm pulled back for a haymaker, but some beta grunt gets in your way and takes the blow. It's clear from the confidence with which he steps in that he was unprepared for the force behind the fist, and ends up on his face on the floor, dead to the world. The first swing immediately spurs the others into action, and they surge around their leader to subdue you. It turns out to be a much harder endeavor than any of them anticipate, even when one lackey throws themself onto your back to weigh down your movement, you move as though the weight wasn't there at all, ramming backwards and crushing the brave idiot and one other against the wall. You're about to make another lunge for the leader, who has so far been lounging in an insufferably smug manner against the wall, watching the fight but not bothering to get involved, when you hear a shrill scream behind you that stops you cold.

You turn back to see Nina trapped in the arms of a muscly thug, and Esme thrashing on the ground at her feet, held down by two others. Your rage surges and you move to attack their captors, but the momentary distraction caused by your little sister's distress is all the time that's needed for three more men to jump on you and drag you to the ground. It takes 5 people altogether to hold you down as you curse and struggle against their hold trying to reach your sisters.

The leader of the home invasion chuckles condescendingly as he finally moves from his spot against the wall and walks closer, kneeling down by your face, a tight smile on his face that holds no amusement.

"You're just as feisty as ever, second youngest. I've heard all about your track record in fights, your unbroken win streak was so intimidating that I thought for sure it'd take more than that to subdue you. I'm a little disappointed."

"Fuck you!!!" It's all you can manage to spit out amongst your fury and exhaustion; normally you'd be able to throw off even five people, at least enough to get an arm free to strike out, but you were already worn out from your earlier fight. That, and a literal glob of spit that lands splat dab against the side of the assault leader's nose; damn, so close to hitting him in the eye.

The room goes cold and still, the thugs surrounding you and your siblings seem to take in a collective breath of anxiety, looking nervously to their leader for his reaction. To their surprise, he simply stares down intensely at the struggling alpha on the floor as he wipes the spit off his cheek... and licks it off his thumb.

"Oh, are you sure that's smart? You might not care about your own compromised position... but you care about theirs, right?" He glances over to the men holding down your sisters and in response to an unspoken signal, they draw knives and hold them menacingly against their throats. Esme growls furiously, but Nina screams again in fear as tears pour down her cheeks.

"Stop! Stop it, don't terrorize them! You're here for me, right?! Then just take me outside and beat me to death if that's what you want but leave them alone!!!" You still sound enraged, but even you are aware of the fear that leaks into your voice.

"Aww, worried for your sisters? Me too." The faux amusement in the alpha leader's voice is gone now, replaced with a cold fury chilling enough to send a zing of worry into your spine. The leader grabs a fistful of your hair in a painfully tight grip as he pulls your head up, his other hand spinning a set of keys around his finger. Your blood runs cold when you zero in on the plastic pink dolphin hanging on the ring.

Those are your mother's keys.

"You seem to think I'm here because you put a few grunts into the hospital. You're mistaken." The alpha tilts his head as his eyes pierce into yours, searching, but for what, you don't know. "You aren't aware of what your brother's been up to, are you?"

"You'll have to be more specific; I have two." You huff, trying not to stare too obviously at the dolphin, trying desperately not to think of what it might mean of your mother's fate for this asshole to be holding those keys.

"Silas." The alpha says icily, speaking the name like a curse.

Warily, you shake your head, the clawed grip on your head barely allowing the movement. "No, I'm not aware of anything my brothers and parents are involved in."

"That's unfortunate... But I'm already aware of that. It's cute, honestly, did they think leaving you out of the loop would keep you safe and uninvolved?" He gives your hair a sharp tug, eliciting a hiss from the fuming alpha. "All it did was make you the perfect tool for revenge."

"What the fuck are you even talking about you piece of shi-" The leader slams your face into the ground, and although the floor is carpeted, it only buffers the brunt force so much. When the leader lifts your head back up, your nose is dripping blood.

"I'm talking now. Unless you want me to kill your sisters in front of you, you'll shut the fuck up and listen like a good little bitch."

A growl rumbles through you which is met with another face first kiss into the floor, but the alpha doesn't signal anything to the thugs holding your sisters.

"Listen well, as I won't repeat myself. Silas kidnapped my sister, and I can only assume he claimed her. That, or he killed her, but I doubt it. Your mother was helping him to keep them both hidden, and to her credit she refused to sell him out, no matter how much we hurt her." The spinning of the keys stops abruptly as the leader catches them in his palm before dangling them in front of you. "I guess she didn't stop to think about what that choice might mean for her other children, left so innocent and unaware at home, alone. Maybe she had a favorite?"

Your blood runs cold as you take in the intruder's words. You had never been particularly close with Silas, hell, none of your siblings were. He had always been very distant with his siblings, while the rest of you went on to be incredibly close with one another, leaving Silas as the odd one out. That wasn't to say you hadn't all at some point tried to get closer with him, he had simply always made it clear he had no interest. This was probably also fueled by the coddling you had all observed from your mother; Silas had always been her golden boy, incapable of wrongdoing.

"I had no idea... None of us did." You can only hope the sincerity is clear in your voice and face; you genuinely had no idea your brother had done such a thing or was even capable of doing such. If the kidnapping was fueled by anything other than the feud between your families... The thought made you sick.

The leader considers your words, his chilling gaze never wavering in the slightest from yours.

"I believe you. From what I gather, based on what we were able to discern from the phone we took from your mother, she and he were the only ones in on it."

Your relief is short lived when a cruel, mirthless smirk creeps over the leader's face. There's a sudden sting in the side of your neck, you barely have time to register the pinch of pain before darkness rushes into your vision from all sides.

"However... That doesn't alleviate you of the consequences."

A sudden splash of cold drags you unwillingly out of the darkness. You open your eyes, gasping, taking in the dirty, gray stone, the puddle surrounding you; you're no longer in your living room. You now find yourself somewhere dark and cemented on all sides, the cold dampness pervading the space the kind that only comes from being underground. The only illumination comes from a single bare bulb swinging on a frayed wire over your head, the light it casts only making the space feel more unnerving.

Looming over you, face cast eerily in the darkness clumping up around the edges of the bulb's dingy light, is the leader of the home invasion. His red eyes are black in the shadow, but still alight with something cruel and mocking. He has a bucket in his hand, empty save for the last few drops of water clinging to the lip, the rest of it covering you.

"Good morning, princess. Sleep well?"

It's just the two of you, alone. No guards, no thugs, no sign of your sisters. You process this information a split second before you register the weight clamped down around your arms and waist, metal rattling loudly through the small space when you try to lunge for him, only to be stopped short by a chain attached to the wall behind you. You twist your arms violently, feeling the bite of handcuffs digging into your wrists, chains pulling taught where they're wrapped around your waist. Your captor laughs at your efforts.

It's when you growl in response to the taunting laughter that you feel more metal on your face. A muzzle. You can't suppress the fury thrashing around in your chest like a wild animal, growing more and more violent the more humiliation is piled on. The abduction, the laughter, the restraints, the muzzle. You kick and pull and yank and spit and snarl, don't stop even when the metal bites and blood makes your skin slippery against the cuffs.

"Aww, throwing a tantrum now? Cute." The words are barely enough warning before you're shoved onto your back, arms grinding painfully between the restrains and the dirty floor.

Your captor straddles you, his weight keeping your body pressed flat to the ground while one hand settles into the curve of your throat and squeezes. His palm presses lightly into your airway at the same time that his thumb rubs slow, pensive circles in the dip between your neck and collar. You shiver apprehensively when it brushes over the scent gland in your neck.

"I already told you I don't know where your sister is. Fucking kill me already so you can get even, just don't hurt my sisters. They're not involved!"

"Second time you've asked me to kill you... you seem quite keen on it." He smirks. "Unfortunately, you're all involved by virtue of simply being a part of that family. I know none of you are stupid enough to be completely ignorant to your family's doings."

Another growl bubbles up in your throat, only to be choked into silence when your captor tightens his grip around your neck.

"You know, I've thought for a while now that the older you've gotten, the less happy you've looked. The worst time, was right after your high school graduation, it was like the last of your light had left your eyes." His smile softens into something pitying, bordering on sympathetic even, but all you feel is chills running up and down your spine. "You always used to be so carefree, and spirited, it was crushing to see you looking so worn down and sad. It took me a while to realize what was killing the happy you I love so much."

The hands around your neck loosen as the leader leans down, hips shifting against your crotch as he moves, completely unbothered by the water soaking into his pants. He brings his face to your ear, lips grazing against the shell of it.

"Don't you think trying so hard to posture around like a big tough alpha is exhausting? I know it is, I know intimately the sort of shit we go through to come out on top as the strongest, the worthiest... But that struggle never suited you, did it? You've always seemed too sweet for it to me, more like an omega than an alpha."

You can't help but take the opportunity to thrust your head forward and slam it into your captor's face, forcing him back into his upright position. Ignoring the stalker shit this guy was just babbling was difficult, but you decided to skip it for now since honestly you didn't really wanna hear the details...

"You've gotta be shitting me, I've sent hundreds of you losers to the hospital and the grave since I was a middle schooler. If you're seriously trying to compare me to an omega, then I know you're full of it and just trying to piss me off."

He raises an eyebrow, surprisingly not retaliating against the bonk to his head, not yet at least.

"So, what would you call the manicures you get monthly with your sister?"

"I call that self-care and spending time with my sister. Fighting off all your fuckin' grunts wears my hands out and I'm not fond of scars. I deserve a relaxing hand massage for the trouble of beating your thugs up every week."

"And the mall trips where you spend hundreds on clothes which you follow up with a trip to that quaint little bakery where you always get a strawberry cream cake? That doesn't strike you as omega-ish?"

"Go to hell. For one thing, it's insanely creepy that you know all that, and for another, you're stereotyping like a motherfucker. Alphas aren't all meatheads that do nothing but eat raw steak, jerk off and work out, and all omegas aren't valley preps that do nothing but shop and primp. People who think like you are what's wrong with society."

The leader's deep red eyes stare intensely into your face for an eerily long moment before the corners of his lips twitch. At first its imperceptible, and while he clearly fights to keep a straight face, he can't keep down the chuckles bubbling out of his throat for long. He throws his head back in a burst of full body laughter, the least cruel sound he's made since you met him. When he finally manages to calm himself, the leader beams down at you as he wipes a tear out of his eye.

"My god... You're so fucking cute. Do you even hear yourself? You're only proving my point. You're meant to be pampered and taken care of, sheltered and safe from petty street fights and laborious expectations of strength and intimidation. You look so much cuter and happier getting your nails done than you do working out and swaggering around trying to be impressive and domineering."

This conversation had already been creepy since it started, but this was starting to genuinely unnerve you. You try to lean your head further away from the alpha on top of you, but he grabs the front of your muzzle, dragging you closer.

"Don't run away now tough guy. I thought a big bad alpha like you wasn't scared. How's it feel to be the one on bottom? Feeling threatened by the idea of someone putting you in your place? Scared?" He drags his tongue across the thin bars of the muzzle, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"What do you want from me?" You finally manage to ask, despite the tightness in your throat. As much as you expect to dread the answer, you can't stand any more of the back and forth while you wait in suspense for torture, for death, for something. Something other than whatever it is about this whole exchange that is making this guy so rock hard. You're trying to ignore it but, you've been feeling the unmistakable prod of this weirdo's boner against your crotch for almost the whole time you've been speaking.

"Still waiting on me to kill you? Knowing how proud you are, I bet you'd prefer death over what I have planned for you." The freak on top of you chuckles, his voice lowering to a husk as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. "You smell so sweet even now, for an alpha...~ You'll smell even better soon."

Before you can ask what the hell he's talking about, you feel a kitten lick against your neck that makes you freeze. It's light at first, but quickly turns into broad strokes of his tongue and open mouth kisses from shoulder to jaw, wet and insistent.

No way. Nowaynowaynowaynoway. Obviously, no one is incapable of being sexually assaulted but it rarely ever happened to alphas, they weren't exactly the cute, easy targets creeps normally went for. It had never even been a passing concern for you up until now.

"Hey! Are you fucking-gh...!" You choke on your words when a sharp sting pulses through your neck. A heartbeat later, a deep and agonizing burning sensation starts to spread through your veins, up into your head where the white-hot burn is so blaring that it clouds your vision with spots, and down into your chest where your heart starts pounding against your ribs like it's trying to claw its way out. You can only gasp soundlessly as pain like you've never experienced rips through you, tearing screams from your lungs that die before they can even leave your throat, coming out only as gasping whimpers. It's after you feel a second bite and the pain is redoubled that you finally manage to shriek out loud, a sound so visceral and so unlike any sound or scream you've ever made that it doesn't even sound like you.

When he bites into your scent gland for a third time, the pressure building behind your eyes from the pain and the lightheadedness of screaming without pause for breath snaps. You can feel yourself losing consciousness again, and this time you couldn't be more grateful for it.

Your return to the waking world is much slower this time. Whereas before you were yanked out of the darkness with a splash of cold water, this time you find yourself wading through it, a lake of sludge thicker than cold syrup, and it was just as sticky and unpleasant as you imagine such a thing would be. Despite what feels like physical pounds of exhaustion weighing them down, you manage to drag your eyes open.

You feel cold and damp all over, a fresh drop of sweat rolling down your neck. A full body ache that sinks deep into your bones covers you; you feel like you're made of glass, fragile, weak and sore.

A strip of dim, greyed light is shining on the ceiling over your head; its all you can focus on as your awareness swims to the surface and clambers out of the heavy lake still trying to drag it down. You shift and lift one of your arms out from under the thick blanket covering you and notice gauze wrapped around your wrist. A small, delicate gasp to your side makes you turn your head. Nina is sitting in a chair by your bedside, clutching your other hand tightly between hers.

"You're awake! Y-You were sleeping so long I thought you'd never..." She sniffles, holding your hand to her cheek as hot tears drip onto your wrist. You slowly turn your hand to press your palm against her cheek, smiling softly.

"It's okay Nina, I'm alive, it's alright." Your voice is barely more than a croak, scratching painfully out of your throat. Nina grabs a cup of water from a bedside table and gently helps you take a few sips. When you've managed to drain the whole cup, you lay back in the bed with a wearied sigh.

"What happened? I thought for sure I was dying, I..." You trail off, thinking back to the odd conversation you'd had with the alpha who had led your home's invasion. Your head is pounding, and you feel so weak, like you're just waking up from the worst part of a flu, still feeling traces of a fever in the heat trapped in your blankets and the sweat clinging to your skin. A growl from the window pulls your attention away from your condition.

"That motherfucker... He did something to you." Esme is leaning against the frame of the large window casting the gray light over the ceiling a few feet away from where you and Nina are sitting, a cigarette crushed in half in her hand. You can't help but be faintly alarmed at the sight of it; Nina had expressly forbidden Esme from smoking, and she hadn't been caught with a cigarette in over a year. To see her with one in front of Nina, and for Nina to not be making any fuss over it, means something is seriously wrong. A distant rumble punctuates the tense silence that falls over you all, and you notice that the slim strip of sky visible through the partially parted curtains over the window is blotted out with storm gray.

"Did what to me?" You press. Your sisters exchange a look that is far too loaded to discern anything from other than Nina's palpable concern and Esme's frustration. You quickly get tired of waiting for one of them to tell you what is going on.

"Will one of you please tell me what is making you both look at me like I've caught some kind of fatal disease?" You huff, anxiety bleeding into your words. Nina glances one more time to Esme, who adamantly refuses to look away from the window as she throws down her ruined cigarette and retrieves a new one.

"You... Er, well you were... claimed. By Emil." Nina says quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap rather than you.

You stare at her blankly. What she's saying makes sense objectively, but you can't make sense of what it could have to do with you. Claiming was something exclusively done between alphas and omegas. You almost want to laugh and call it absurd, when you remember the sharp, burning pain of something piercing your neck. You shiver as you recall that the pain had been sourced in the same area as your scent gland. Your hand slowly, shakily, reaches up to press two probing fingers to your neck. Pain pulses faintly through you again when the tips of your fingers find gauze wrapped around it.

The weakness pervading your entire body, the nervousness underlying all of the other emotions swirling in your gut, the foreign sensation settled in your lower abdomen... Somehow, you know instinctively what it all means before your sister even says it.

"He bitched you. You're an omega now." Esme's voice has dropped to a low, hard to hear octave. You almost want to believe you imagined what you just heard, but you know deep down that what she says is true. The despair must show on your face, as Nina grabs your hand again, squeezing it tightly between both of hers.

"I-It'll be okay...! Emil is actually very nice, and he's genuinely-" She's cut off by the sharp slam of Esme's fist against the wall.

"Bullshit! Don't even start Nina. He bitched you and he expects you to roll over and be happy about it, but I say fuck that!" She snarls, her new cigarette meeting the same fate as its predecessor as she crushes it in her fist and throws it to the ground. "He's gone on and on at us trying to prove that this is all somehow what's best for you, but he just sounds deranged! He's a sick, obsessive freak, and he wants you to-!"

The sound of a door opening stops her short, and all three siblings jerk around to look at the newcomer entering through the door on the far side of the room from the bed. A woman in scrub pants and a sweater glowers down at all three siblings, looking supremely exhausted.

"You two, you were told you would only be allowed in if you didn't cause trouble. Are you distressing the patient right after they wake up?" She asks in a cold, droning voice.

Nina and Esme exchange defeated, worried glances before Nina speaks up.

"N-No ma'am, we weren't trying to be disruptive we were just-"

"Overwhelming someone coming out of a physically taxing ordeal that left them comatose for almost two weeks." She interjects dryly. "Come on, visitation's over, both of you out."

You expect your sisters to argue, to tell her off for expecting them to leave you alone and insist on staying with you, but to your shock your sisters resignedly stand up and head for the door. Once they've both shuffled out, the nurse (?) shuts the door behind them and trudges over to you. You flinch away from her touch, but she grabs you in firm but gentle hands, holding you still as she looks you over.

"I expected you to stay out for a few more days, but you're one tough little cookie. How are you feeling?"

Bewildered but too shell shocked to question, you answer the questions she asks you as she goes about taking your temperature and blood pressure. One impromptu physical later, she steps away from your bed with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, it looks like your recovery is progressing better than expected. You'll probably be up and about like nothing happened within a few days." You listen to her ramble about your condition before you can bring yourself to ask.

"What happened to me? Is... Is what my sister said true? Am I an omega?"

The nurse goes silent. The pitying look she gives you is all the confirmation you need.

"You should go back to sleep for now. Your body probably still feels very weak. Food will be brought to you shortly but try not to stress yourself out in the meantime." It's all she says before she hurries to the door, shutting your questions down with a firm slam. You scramble to your feet, swaying violently as soon as you try to stand. You power through it, holding down a lurching sensation akin to being on the verge of throwing up as you stagger to the door and wrench at the knob. Locked.

Fear and worry overtake you as you start slamming your hands and body into the door, though what you're trying to accomplish, not even you know. You're too weak to even stand, let alone break down a door, and before long, cold rushes into your limbs and you find yourself sliding down onto the floor, trembling and barely keeping down the bile crawling up your throat. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes.

When you awake for the third time, you don't feel nearly as ill. The ache in your limbs is still there, a mild constant, but it doesn't feel as debilitating as it did before. As you are in the middle of waking, you feel a cool hand brushing through your hair, and smell a sweet scent around you that puts you at ease. You can't help but lean your face into the hand petting you as your eyes slowly open. Snuggled against you, both arms wrapped securely around you... is that fucking freak.

You jerk away from the home invasion leader's hand, pulling him out of what looks like a deep reverie as you scramble to the side of the bed farthest from him. He smiles at you in amusement as he sits up, leaning his cheek against a fist propped on his knee.

"Good morning, princess. How are you feeling?"

You rub your hand over your neck, now free of gauze, feeling the bite marks in your skin in hyper-detail.

"You fucking... y-you, what did you do...?!" You demand, your voice a slightly higher pitch than you recall it being and shaking.

He chuckles like this was exactly what he was expecting, looking at you with a coy condescension that makes your skin crawl.

"I helped you; the first step to setting up our beautiful romance was making you an omega so I could care for you without any power struggles getting in the way. I'm not saying I look down on alphas having relationships with other alphas, but it just wasn't for me." His grin broadens as he crawls closer to you, closing the distance you'd put between you. You try to back up further, but he corners you against the headboard, arms caging you in on either side. He leans his head down, you shrink into yourself as he does but its not far enough, and his cheek brushes yours as he licks up the side of your neck. When his tongue glides over the bites on your neck, a shudder runs through you unbidden. A sudden rush of wetness between your legs shocks you to a frozen standstill. The freak looming over you takes a deep inhale, shuddering in ecstasy.

"I was right... You smell so much sweeter like this!" He presses against you, one knee parting your legs as one of his hands rubs the burning heat between your thighs. You reach to grab his wrist and pull it away, but his free hand catches yours and holds it down. The uncomfortable wetness gets worse as a heat purrs through your core, goaded by his touching.

You feel a foreign sensation crawling through your brain, sickeningly warm and disorienting. It urges you to pull your hands away, spread yourself open willingly before the alpha in front of you. It promises bliss in submission, ecstasy in relinquishing control to someone bigger and stronger than you, someone who could protect and ravish you-

A jolt runs through you as your captor's hand drifts up to dip underneath the waistband of your pants, his face lifting up from your neck to direct his affections to your lips. His attempt to take a kiss is stopped short violently by a fist slamming into his nose. He falls backwards off the side of the bed with an undignified yelp, curling up on the floor for an agonizing moment to hold his face as blood rushes between his fingers.

"W-What the hell... Aren't you...?"

"GO TO HELL YOU UGLY FREAK!!!" The panic you feel is pushed down, rage swallowing it entirely. The alpha on the floor quickly backs up as you get to your feet, fists clenched and shaking in fury.

"But I claimed you...! You can't-"

"I don't give a shit what you did! Did you seriously think I'd tolerate you touching me?! Get the hell OUT!!!!!" You scream loud enough to make your voice hoarse in your already aching throat, grabbing anything you can to hurl at him. Pillows and plastic cups chase him out as he scrambles back to the door, muttering a promise to visit again once you're in a better mood. A pillow smacks into the door with alarming force in the spot where his head had been just a split second earlier. As for the idea of you ever being in any mood that would make you tolerate being in his presence...

Fat chance of that.

[etaleah]

Jotting down my initial thoughts on Part 3 of Prime:

Love the few Sonadow moments we got but I don’t get why Sonic rushed to save everyone else yet didn’t even bother to ask where Shadow was when he got to the Grim. Didn’t even try to go down below and get him. Seems more than a little unfair.

The Rose sisters teaming up was excellent.

That 3-minute recap was fuckin’ ridiculous; they really must have been struggling to pad out the runtime.

Dropping Sonic back in the moment of the shattering was a nice touch.

Having Sonic find out about the palm trees in the Grim was also a nice touch.

Why is the Alpha Big the thing that gets everyone scared? Big is easily the least effective fighter of them all.

I love that Sonic asks Rebel Rouge to take command, but I’m not sure what the point of that is if her plan doesn’t work and falls apart quickly. Good character development for Sonic at least.

FINALLY SHADOW AND ROUGE INTERACTED

The ending was clearly setting up for a Part 2, which we are never going to get because Netflix is garbage like that.

For that reason, the ending isn’t nearly as satisfying as I had hoped for. New Yoke City is still a hell scape, Boscage Maze still hasn’t been rebuilt (meaning Sonic broke his promise to Thorn, something both of them seem to have forgotten), and Nine is still alone in the world. The whole point they’re trying to make is that everyone deserves a happy ending and yet it feels like only the Green Hill characters got one.

I love Renegade Knux so much; he’s easily the best version of Knuckles.

Shadow was robbed once again by both being stuck on the sidelines for so long AND for not being allowed to kick Nine in the head at least once.

WAY too much repetition holy hell. If you took a drink every time more robots appeared or every time Nine growled/yelled before zapping more prism energy, you’d be dead by the end of the season. That fight was Battle of the Five Armies levels of long and drawn-out, which is a real shame because that time could have been much better spent elsewhere.

I don’t think Nine and Dread really deserved their redemptions and both felt very rushed. To me, Nine crossed the line into irredeemability when he decided to kill the foxes just because he didn’t like that they looked like him. That isn’t a trauma response from years of bullying or a matter of self-defense. It’s just murderous and mean.

On that note, it felt like quite the emotional bait-and-switch to say that Sails and Mangey were fine actually and they just flew away when no one was looking. Bit of a cowardly move on the writers’ part, I think.

The Chaos Council is so ANNOYING can’t they just fucking DIE.

Overall I’d say this season turned out similar to the last in that the first episode of the batch was EASILY the best of the bunch. It peaked at the first and never quite got that good again. I’m biased here because Shadow is my favorite, but I just feel like it’s better to have a quick fight scene with two or three characters than it is to have a long fight scene with dozens of characters because then you have to jump around too much.

The sad thing is, the disappointments make me glad the show is ending, because now I feel certain that if it kept going, it would only get more repetitive and the quality would decline rapidly.

[pancrasefighter69]

Fighting is the ultimate foreplay for aggressive muscular alpha fighters. Nothing compares to a No Holds Barred, No Limits fight for total domination and supremacy.

Bare knuckles fistfighting totally rocks. Show your aggression and manliness: FIGHT.

[kartywarty]

is everyone revealing ocs now??? hi welcome to my top ten facts about my ocs

no.1 Halbert K. Robinson

1. he has viltigo and hides it by wearing his mask a lot

2 .works as a janitor to clean the base

3. was forced to resort to working in a crime due to skin condition, he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit and because people thought he looked weird COUGHS. i wonder who said that ?? huh

4. ex-fire fighter, all his training went down the drain

5. hes 37 and is 5’4” ft tall

6. is actually matt engarde from aa!/j

7. seen as a lower class because of his mask, but in reality he once lifted a whole ass couch just to clean under it

8. the “K” in his name stands for “Karl”

9. he has keys to every room/area in the base so he can clean

10. was hired because he had a “criminal history”, he had to beg to live and only had an option to join mary (he was hired before he knew larry was in control)

btw guys im still figuring out his lore idk guys

no.2 Riktor V. Markov

1. speaks russian and BARELY understands english

2. has a translator to help him understand (will be mentioned next)

3. looks very intimidating, but hes rarely soft to people sometimes

4. his dad was a godfather for a mafia back in russia, he eventually got arrested and riktor had to migrate to robloxia with his soon to be his translator

5. 5’8” ft tall and is 42 years old

6. uses his bonesaw as defense

7. his hair isnt gray, his hair is ashy blonde

8. the “V” in his name is “Victor”

9. his mom got executed by another mafia that was against his father and he was forced to witness it with his bare eyes

10. his favorite medical tool is the bonesaw

no.3 Feliks Novikov

1. he is half russian and half american

2. is riktors translator, hes actually helped riktor migrate away and have been childhood friends. they were bullies before

3. has actually been hired by larry in the past, once retired when larry was defeated, later has been recruited by mary

4. convinced mary to hire riktor for medic

5. 5’4” ft tall, 40

6. has a family of 2 and is married, he has a son and a baby daughter.

7. loves jazz he even plays the saxophone

8. plays in a band with the other henchmen in the evil base, hes the lead

9. hes a gentleman and respects his higherups

10. was actually favored a lot by larry

no.4 Scary Autry (Autry P. Harrington)

1. his face in the past had scarring and acne (his face is greasy, one of the reasons why he hides his face)

2. bffs with barry, cabbage (another break in oc), and danry (also another break in oc). they are known as the “alphabet fourlets”

3. his mom left him few months after he was born, he was raised by his dad and grew up with toxic masculinity OH NO WHO SAID THAT AHH!!

4. hates mary and larry A LOT. he hates larry for defending mary and he hates mary for trying to reveal his own face COUGHC OUGH (rreference to my fanfic about his backstory)

5. 6’4” ft tall, he is 68 years old

6. he knows karate, kung fu, and bare knuckle boxing

7. seems to be really harsh but just blocks out feelings

8. loves wearing boots.

9. the weapon he uses are golden brass knuckles

10. hes TERRIBLE at playing instruments, he was failing music class during his origin phase

no.5 oswald the hacker/guest

1. his real name/username is Guest0091288

2. he listens to ivycomb and babymetal

3. he was once a guest, he had a lot of good progress while playing other games throughout roblox, until they banned guests. oswald did not accept losing his progress and took things the hard way by somehow reviving his guest account, he fleed to break in to blend in by the guest role, he was caught few weeks ago but managed to still escape by becoming a different role in which he didnt even pay for (hacker role)

4. he has an illumina instead of the classic sword, he uses his phone to spawn holograms tthat act like a shield

5. he is 5’1” and is ageless

6. he hates wearing the caps guests wore, he didnt like how it felt

7. he does not speak, he uses tts (text to speech). the tts program he uses is the alpha moonbase tts

8. loooves making fun of people, even when hes successful to get away with it

9. can impersonate/shapeshift into other characters and users, however his tts voice still remains the same

10. very unpredictable.

no.6 Carter J. Dickgum (self insert)

1. married to bradley beans

2. almost had a divorce arc Thanks for hanging out with me!

3. named “Carter” instead of “Karter” because of his curved smile (get it)

5. 5’5” ft tall and 45 years old

6. shaves and HATES HAVING A Stubblle

7. doesnt like working out most of the time

8. his emotions appear to be VERY obvious, he is very expressive

9. works as a cashier at tacobell

10. wears mismatched socks everyday.

Okay guys thansk for tunkng in chatn! ‘My sunshine students

[mk-wizard]

Top 10 Video Games that DON’T Need a Remake/Reboot EVER

Note that this list is subjective, but I felt I had to make it because we are living in the age of remakes and reboots. And just like some movies don’t need a remake, neither do timeless video games.

1- Chrono Trigger - It’s not for nothing this game not only aged well, but also stands as one of the best plot driven games with time travel as its theme. It also introduced the concept of the same game having multiple endings and the “NewGame+” mode. While remastering it would be fine, the game is already emotive, fun and advanced as it is and doesn’t need a remake or to be turned 3D (shudder). Let’s not try to improve upon perfection.

2- Mother (1, 2 and 3) - Considering the themes these games have are really from their time which was the 90s (especially the alien invasion concept), you really can’t remake them or make them like new without changing everything to the point where it just isn’t the same game anymore. You might as well just make a sequel rather than attempt to remake an existing instalment and pretend it is the same when it isn’t. Plus, the pixelated and 2D look ADDS to the charm of the game. When you take it away, it just isn’t the same.

3- Sonic the Hedgehog (1, 2, 3, CD and Sonic & Knuckles) - Like Mother, these games are games of their times which would translate very poorly in 3D and everything that makes them fun to watch and play would be lost. While remasters and fixing the bugs in these games would be fine, we don’t need to give it the 3D treatment. There are enough 3D Sonic games as is.

4- Super Mario World - Like the classic Sonic games, there are enough 3D Mario Bros games. Let’s keep the classic ones as is with just a remaster at best. Plus, side scrollers are such a lost art now. Do we really want to erase the last of them?

5- Tetris - It’s bad enough we tried to make a sequel that no one asked for when it comes to this game. Does it really need a remake? The thing that makes Tetris iconic is its simplicity. There’s nothing to remake because there’s nothing to add. It has everything it needs. Period.

6- Street Fighter 2 - If there is one game that should finally stay retired and be remembered as is, it’s this one simply because it literally died of over-rebooting. There’s Street Fighter 2 Alpha, Street Fighter 2 Turbo, Street Fighter 2 Arcade Edition, Super Street Fighter 2, etc. Yeah. While doing that helped flesh out the iconic characters, let’s stick to just making sequels. We exhausted the remaking and rebooting process enough with this instalment. Let it rest in peace.

7- Team Fortress 2 - This is online player game meaning it evolves and expands on its own. There is no need to reboot it because game like this simply don’t work out with being rebooted. By the time the game is not popular anymore, it is because the craze has passed and even if does get rebooted, no one will buy it. The smarter thing to do is to wait a while and then just make a sequel just like how TF2 is in fact just a sequel. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a great game, but rebooting just isn’t its style.

8- Any video game based on a celebrity - I think it is obvious why we shouldn’t waste our time rebooting video games like this. Unless it was an exceptionally amazing game and the celebrity is STILL popular, nobody of newer generation will play it simply because they won’t know who these people are. Plus, these games were not a hit even when they were new simply because people would rather play fantastical fiction characters than grounded real people even if they are celebrities. So, just don’t, folks.

9- Any video game that is based on a movie, show or product - Just as movies based on video usually fail, so does the reverse. Plus, as with most of these entries, these video games were games of their time based on stuff that was popular at the time. When the newer generation sees these games, they’re going to much prefer watching the movie, watching the show or using the actual product. The only case of which the game will be worth their time is if it based on the movie or show while expanding on it by adding to the lore, filling in gaps and being its own story while still being a great game like Alien Isolation. Other than that, it’s not worth it.

10- Any game that was best left forgotten - Sadly, some video game are just bad not because they were too ambitious, too ahead of their time or had too many bugs. They were just lackluster and didn’t leave an impression. They were bad ideas and rebooting them with better graphics and fancier features won’t suddenly make them good. Sometimes, it just makes it worse. If you’re going to use time, energy and money to reboot something, do so on something people want to see a comeback of. Otherwise, just make a new game.

Bonus - Other honourable mentions here I will add are every Legend of Zelda (just make a sequel), every classic Mario Bros game, Final Fantasy 1 to 6, every Pokemon game since every new game is technically just a reboot of the first two (Red and Blue) that started it all, Word of Warcraft, Starcraft, the Sims, the Phantasy Star series, Secret of Evermore, Secret of Mana which technically did get a reboot and it stank, every Mortal Kombat since it always gets a sequel anyway, and every Simulation, Hidden Object and Tycoon game.

[alekgray]

@serkanxulusoy location: full moon fitness notes: beat and piss

Alek's face hit the floor of the ring in the gym, Serkan was a seasoned fighter who'd been in the cage at Dante's for what was probably the better part of a decade. Alek, no longer a volatile, and no longer alpha, was just a scrappy guy who'd been in a couple dozen street fights. "Bro-" he rubbed his head as the den of curls shifted before he got to his feet near Serkan, spitting out some blood. "I don't know if you heard but I just had brain surgery, again." He grinned, wolfish, a little bit violent, and eager. "Can't you take it easy on me, for old time's sake? How many times you gotta do this?" He whipped is knuckles forward and smacked Serkan on the nuts, "And why is your dick hard my guy?" Alek joked, playfully, as he bounced on the balls of his feet a bit and moved away. Somehow the two had ended up as friends, Serkan was Alek's only friend so that made them - best friends? That sounded fucking lame but they'd beaten the shit out of each other enough times to be really cool with one another now.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

careol​: @careol

               carol   hasn’t   seem   him   like   this   in   a   while.      so   much   RAGE   coursing   through   his   veins,   so   much   pent   up   energy   that   couldn’t   be   let   out.      her   gaze   flickers   over   to   the   steering   wheel,   watching   his   knuckles   go   WHITE   as   he   grips   the   leather.      carol   always   HATES   these   situations,   where   there   isn’t   ANYTHING   she   can   do   for   him   to   calm   his   nerves.      all   she   can   do   is   watch   as   the   frustration   builds   and   builds.      she   even   FLINCHES   a   bit   when   he   suddenly   gets   up.      not   out   of   fear,   but   because   she   just   hadn’t   been   expecting   the   sudden   movement.      for   a   moment   she   WORRIES,   that   he   might   be   going   off   to   confront   the   people   down   by   the   tracks.      that’s   a   fight   he   wouldn’t   win,   no   matter   HOW   skilled   a   fighter   he   was.      he   had   a   crossbow   and   one   gun,   while   they   had   at   least   five   guns   at   the   ready.      he   wouldn’t   even   make   it   down   the   hill   before   they   shot   him.

               eyes   close,   collecting   herself   before   she   herself   hops   out   of   the   jeep.      bow   is   grabbed   from   the   back,   along   with   the   quiver   of   arrows   that   she   slings   over   her   shoulder.      ❝   only   a   look.      we   keep   OUT   of   sight.   ❞      he   probably   doesn’t   need   the   reminder,   but   JUST   IN   CASE.      when   daryl   was   like   this,   he   could   sometimes   be   UNPREDICTABLE.      anger,   and   the   feeling   of   uselessness   could   do   that   to   anyone.      she   knows   the   feeling,   she’d   been   in   this   situation   before.      when   alpha   was   a   problem.      but   it   was   DARYL   who   stuck   by   her   for   so   long,   who   kept   patience   with   her   and   tried   to   stop   her   from   doing   STUPID   shit.      it   was   her   turn   to   return   that   favor.

               footsteps   are   light,   making   sure   not   to   create   too   much   noise   as   they   push   through   the   brush.      there   is   a   tree   near   the   edge   of   the   hill   that   would   provide   enough   cover   that   they   could   get   a   closer   look   without   being   seen.      once   they   settle,   she   passes   daryl   the   pair   of   binoculars.      ❝   i   don’t   think   they   have   our   people   here.      it’s   too   EXPOSED.   ❞

Daryl was like a cat as he moved through the thick underbrush. It had never been tamed even before the Outbreak, but the animals made enough paths that it was easier in some places than others. He kept his body as low as he could and his footsteps as light as possible. He avoided snapping twigs if it could be helped. He never could tell what someone else could hear and what they couldn't so it was better to not let any of them hear anything.

Once they reached the edge of the woods near the tracks, he hid behind the large tree that provided enough cover the pair of them. He took the offered binoculars. "Pretty sure they weren't countin' on their train breakin' down out here. Might not have our people, but this train goes somewhere." All he knew was this train was the answer to finding the kids.

"How many do you count?" He had counted them twice and both times he came up with six. Three at the front, one had disappeared into the woods, and the other two were walking both sides as if they were patroling. "If we hang back enough, they won't see us following behind." He was about to hand her the binoculars once again when the sound of an approaching engine grabbed his attention. Connie was in the passenger seat.

Once they had her out, he could see that her hands were tied. A thousand different emotions warred within him, but the one that won was knowing that if they swooped in to rescue her, they'd give up the edge of being led to wherever it was that they had the kids and everybody else. "They got Connie." He gave her the binoculars, keeping his eyes on what was going on at the train tracks.

[mugenfinder]

A testament to the ingenuity of Knuckle Fighter developers, this Morrigan is as old as 1999 and was apparently made using photos of magazine pages. Specifically Marvel vs Capcom 1 pages from what I can tell.

[alpha-tough]

Modern Vikings fighting

[nba24highlights]

UDONIS HASLEMS STORY WHEN HIM & JIMMY BUTLER WENT TO KNUCKLE UP! 💪👊🤬🔥💨👀#udonishaslem #udonis #haslem #jimmybutler #jimmybutler22 #jimmybuckets #jimmyjordan #miamiculture #knuckleup #knuckleuppodcast #fight #fighter #alpha #alphadog #haslemvsbutler #butlervshaslem #jimmybutlervsudonishaslem #nba #nba24highlights #nbahighlights #viral #viralvideo #viraltiktok #fyp #fypシ #foryou #foryoupage #respect #miamiheat #heat #CapCut #nbaplay #nbaplayoffs #nbaplayoffs2023 #easternconference #easternconferencefinals #story

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ALPHA-CAMMY REPORTING FOR DUTY -- THE FINEST IN BRITISH SPECIAL FORCES.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on character art of deadly assassin and later reformed MI6 operative, Cammy White, artwork by Naoto "Bengus" Kuroshima for the crossover-competitive fighting game "Marvel vs. Capcom 2: New Age of Heroes" (2002), published & developed by Capcom.

PART II/COSTUME DESIGN: The Alpha-Cammy wears a light blue leotard with an open back and a small yellow tie attached to the front, a small blue garrison cap, pointed brown combat boots, and the same red gauntlets as her classic “Delta Squad” incarnation. The lightning bolt designs on both legs are light blue.

SPECIAL ATTACKS:

Cannon Drill (Spiral Arrow)

Spin Knuckle

Cannon Spike

Cannon Revenge

Air Cannon Spike

Hooligan Combo

Sources: https://marvelvscapcom.fandom.com/wiki/Cammy, Pinterest, & The Fighters Generation.

[valthevalkyrie]

The Philtre (3)

The Run. The Hunt. The Choosing. The Devotion. A series of events traditionally used to test skill, wits, honor, loyalty, virility, and survival. If you can’t catch your Omega, or any Omega for that matter, you were never worthy of them to begin with. Curtis has his eyes on the Omega who's been Unclaimed for the past seventeen years.

Pairing: alpha!Curtis x omega!reader (tall, mid 30s) Word Count: 2.4k SeriesWarnings: NONCON/DUBCON, A/B/O, canon style violence, tall!reader, reader is 6', Curtis is 6'4", language, fighting, explicit smut, rough sex, hate sex, possessiveness, jealousy, probably incorrect descriptions of archery type things A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope it shows 💕 I'm hoping to have the next chapter out by tomorrow maybe. It might be shorter than all of them so far, but it will not be the last

This is a soft!dark fic, and contains the usual elements and themes in dark!fics. It is explicit in every sense of the word. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOUVE READ AND UNDERSTAND ALL WARNINGS.

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The dead body method worked. They were only attacked a handful more times, each alpha stronger and smarter than the last. 

The sun crept further into the sky, the heat making the bodies fester. The stronger their decaying scent grew, the less they were approached. The sun’s heat wasn’t the only kind growing stronger, the women were experiencing heat flashes, subtle cramps flaring up every now and then. There was a tension growing between them in the fear of what their heats would make of them; if they’d ravage them completely and render them unable to defend themselves and each other. 

As the day wears on and in the lulls between attacking alphas, Yona is put to train as she would on the outside. Her mentor takes advantage of the conditions in order to make Yona the best fighter she could possibly be. She knows if the Philtre isn’t called off soon, sore muscles will be the least of the youngling’s worries. 

They’re sitting and snacking when Yona is warned not to get too comfortable after eating since the ceremonial horn is usually sounded before sundown during the Philtre. They take their time eating, as the more experienced omega is almost confident they’ll be let out at the traditional time; before their heats become a problem. 

Yona’s eyes are bouncing between the sun and her godmother’s face whose eyes are trained on the sky. She can see the frustration building the further down the sun sets and the longer the horn isn’t sounded. Her breathing gets deeper, brows furrowed so deeply it was as though there were gashes in her head, fists so tight her knuckles were pale. 

“This isn’t right. They’re supposed to announce the end.” She sighs deeply. “I was worried this would happen.” As the sun gets closer to the horizon she lets out a curse. “This is what happens when you don’t trust your Intuition.”

It isn’t until Yona is digging through her bag for another snack that she notices the other omega has yet to move. She’s standing with her arms crossed, staring at the sky. Yona may not know much about her godmother’s history but she definitely knows her mannerisms, and the way she’s playing with her lips? That’s stress. That’s discomfort. She was anxious.  

“Are you ok?”

She doesn’t respond for a moment. “No,” she muses. “I’m not.” She finally turns around but doesn’t stop playing with her lips. “I don’t understand why they won’t let us return. I figured the heats and ruts were a fluke this year, but that paired with the early alpha release and now this? Something is very, very wrong.” She drags her hands over her face, “I don’t know what to do.” If Yona weren’t paying as close attention as she was, she’d have missed that last bit. “Plus, it’s your birthday tomorrow.” 

In an effort to distract her, Yona decides to take advantage of something that was said earlier. “Don’t worry about my birthday, I’ll just make sure next year is a good one. Hey, you remember how you said you would have told me about your first Run?” The other woman nods. “Well, do you think we could do that now? I think we’re going to be here a while,” she attempted to joke. 

She gives her a small smile and nods. “Yes, I do think we’ll be here a while.” With a deep breath, heads over to Yona and sits next to her. “What would you like to know?”

“Everything? You said you had a boyfriend. What was he like?”

“Oh, he was wonderful. He was a very quiet person, he liked to observe others and everything around him. Always so serious for someone so young.” She smiles at the memory. “Taller than me, which is hard to find. He was sweet and kind and always looked out for other people. He was just a really good person.”

“How long were you together?”

“Three years, technically. He started courting me when we were fourteen and we officially got together at sixteen.”

“I thought courtships were only if you planned on making an impression on an omega before a Philtre?”

She smiled. “He did everything with purpose. We didn’t know our designations yet but he knew he wanted to be with me regardless of the outcome. He wanted to make sure I gave him a chance in our first run.”

“But everyone starts at eighteen. Seventeen if your birthday is close enough.”

“Like I said, he was very serious and very purposeful. He liked to plan ahead.”

“Do you mind me asking how you lost him?”

This made her pause. After all these years, it was still hard to think about. “No, I don’t mind.” She shifted into a more comfortable position. “As you now know, we got together when we were fourteen. We were inseparable. We were each other’s firsts. First kiss, first time, first love. We loved each other fiercely and knew we were meant to be together forever. I knew no one else would be better for me, love and provide for me the way he did. I knew I would always and only choose him and we were ready to fight to prove our love.”

She looks down and starts to play with her fingers. “We had agreed to meet as soon as possible near a tree that had been struck by lightning. A few months before the Philtre we snuck out and tried to map the land so we knew exactly where to find one another.”

“I thought that wasn’t allowed?”

“It’s not,” she smirked, “but we did it anyway. On the day, I prayed extra hard at the Temple to the Mother. I made camp exactly at the tree, tried to prepare myself, calm myself down. I was fresh blood so a lot of older alphas had attempted to give me offerings but I was not having any of it. I knew who I wanted and they were not him, so I rejected them.”

“They didn’t like that, did they?”

“No, they did not. They were my first kills and my stress made me sloppy. Half a day had gone by and he still hadn’t shown. Some alphas were understanding, others belligerent. The longer he left me alone the angrier I got, the more aggressive I became. I lost myself in the anger. I provoked every suitor that came my way just to have an excuse to fight. The next thing I knew, the ceremonial horn had sounded and I was all alone, covered in blood.” She pauses. “I was so angry. How dare he leave me alone? Did he find someone he liked more, decide my love was not enough? That I was not enough? It wasn’t until I got back that I learned he’d been lost and my anger turned into the deepest sorrow I had ever felt.”

“So you weren’t there when he died?”

“No, I was not. But I heard he died with honor. Sometimes when I think about him hard enough it’s almost like I can smell him again.”

“Do you still love him?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love again? Move on?”

“No. It’s him or no one.” They were quiet for a while before she wiped the sweat off her forehead and announced, “it’s time for bed.”

“What?”

“We’ll have to take turns keeping watch and our heats are going to get stronger any second now.” She held out a hand for Yona to get up. “I will take the first watch, you go get some rest.” 

While the young girl gets settled, her godmother can’t help but reminisce over the time spent with her lost love. On their time in school, the kisses they shared, the promises they made. 

When he first started courting her he would give her notes everyday, little things, like how he hoped she’d have a good day. When they became official, he’d crafted little capsules and would stash the notes for her to find. There he’d profess his love, tell her how beautiful she was, make silly jokes. On special occasions like their anniversary and her birthday, he’d used them to make a scavenger hunt for her presents. He’d blushed so hard when she started making little notes for him too and it became a game to them. 

His laugh is what she missed the most, though. He was never really one to laugh around other people. The most he would do was smile and maybe chuckle in public, although he smiled at her often. When he did laugh it was a thing of beauty and she took pride in getting him to do it. It was booming and full of joy, unadulterated and pure. He’d clutch his chest and always made sure to tell her he loved her when he was done. That laugh never failed to make her feel like she was the luckiest person in the world. If she could wrap herself up in a sound, she’d smother herself in his laughter.

Her first Run had been a tough one. When she learned that she’d lost him her heart shattered into a million pieces. She was seventeen with her whole life planned out and the biggest part of it was gone. Everything went to shit when she lost the love of her life. 

Over the next seventeen years she learned to morph her grief into something else - fill that aching emptiness in her chest with something new. The love she had for her goddaughter, the responsibility of training omegas for the Philtre, the dedication to remaining Unclaimed. 

She missed him in moments like these. Yona had been her ward for the past twelve years, she was basically her child. How would he have reacted to her stunt? Would he have been tougher in reprimanding her or would he be understanding? What would it be like to fight beside him when alphas with bruised egos came around, desperate for a mate?

She would catch a faint whiff of his scent every now and then, coincidentally when she’d be thinking of him. Sometimes she wasn’t sure if the thoughts on him came before or after she recognized the smell. Like now, his scent had been drifting in the breeze since she sat down with Yona and told her story. 

Although now that she thinks about it, the smell is almost too strong. Usually it was faint enough to make her doubt smelling it in the first place. But now, now it seems as though he were actually near; his smell getting through the stench of rotting flesh. When a breeze brushes by, she knows something is amiss when his scent hits full force. 

She jumps up, reaches for her bow and walks the perimeter of the camp. She circles once, twice, and still cannot pinpoint the origin of the scent. She focuses on her senses to weed out what was wrong in her surroundings. She feels out, senses the woods and its creatures and eyes on her. She keeps walking until that feeling of being watched starts to feel the strongest. 

Once there she nocks her bow, steadily raising it to the treeline. With each breath she focuses on her surroundings, trusting her intuition completely.

In. The rustle of the leaves as the breeze filters through. 

Out. The sound of owls hooting, night creatures scurrying. 

In. The fading scent of petrichor and the putrid smell of rotting flesh, her lover’s scent bleeding through.

Out. She can hear Yona’s gentle whines as her fever starts to ramp up. The feeling of her own temperature rising, the drops of sweat rolling down her neck.

In. There. The gentle sound of dead leaves crunching under the weight of something. Of someone. 

She shifts her aim to where her instincts tell her the intruder is. As they move so does she, except with more stealth than they seem capable of. Whoever they are, they’re good. Not as good as her.

The more she focuses on their scent the more she realizes it isn’t quite her lover’s scent. The musk not as deep, the undertones not so sweet. Whoever this is smells like her long lost love but isn’t him. 

They stop again, and as she draws back her arrow about to let it fly, the wind picks up and their scent disappears. She stills. Her ears strain as she tries to follow their footsteps but she can’t hear them over the rustling coming from Yona’s tent as she writhes and whines in discomfort. She lowers her bow when she’s sure she lost them. When she’s absolutely sure they aren’t there or doubling back she leaves her post and goes to check on Yona. 

At seventeen - well, eighteen now - the girl hadn’t experienced many heats. She wasn’t used to the pain and her guardian couldn’t help but worry about her ability to protect herself. Clearly the suppressants they had been taking were nothing compared to the enhancers they’d been given. Hopefully, the training done throughout the day gave the youngling a taste of it and gave her an idea of how to work through the discomfort.

Peeking into Yona’s tent, she sees the girl had shed her jacket and had started sweating through her clothes. She was clutching her stomach in her hands and did the occasional twitch and whine in pain. It killed her not to be able to help the girl. 

Of course the first year she decides to bring along a Shadow is the year where everything goes to shit. 

Yona had been brought to her at six, freshly orphaned and soon after finding her father’s body. Those first few years were difficult to work through, the trauma the youngling had faced rendering her speechless. Her godmother struggled as well. There’s a difference in occasionally caring for a child and then having them around 24/7. She’d been incredibly worried that the damage her loss had done to her heart would be too severe to give the young girl the love she deserved. 

The years had proved her wrong and for that she was grateful. She had hoped that they were close enough for Yona to feel comfortable enough to speak to her about anything, but clearly she was wrong. No matter, you can’t have everything. 

She returned to her post and over the next few hours tried to strategize for every outcome she could think of. Meanwhile her temperature continued to rise and her cramps got stronger. She gave thanks to the Mother that they had not been severely affected by the enhanced pheromones of the alphas they’d interacted with, otherwise their heats would be much stronger. Hopefully they would encounter less alphas now that they had more bodies covering their scent.  

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! I'm going to try something I've never tried before in the next chapter and hopefully it turns out well. Expect another two chapters (at least) out of this bad boy before it ends. Please don't forget to comment and let me know if you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it!

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