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Feyre’s POV:
The rain beat down on my windshield in thick sheets. I started to wonder if I should have taken Gwen’s offer to drive me home from work. The wipers of my beat up used car squeaked loudly as they flung the water across the glass to no avail. The one-way road to my house already made me nervous at night without the added storm. I still wasn’t used to how dark and quiet the streets were at night. There were no city lights, no glow of break lights ahead. Just me, the rain, the trees, and the darkness pressing in.
I’d thought leaving the city might help finally put me at ease after how things with Tamlin had ended. In some ways it did. I loved the small little town I’d escaped to. In the day it felt so homey, warm and inviting. It was so green and open. I hadn’t realized how bad things with Tamlin were until I finally felt like I could breathe again. When I’d finally broken the illusion and realized how completely and utterly isolated I’d been.
He’d done it so meticulously. I’d truly thought my friends had just drifted away. That they were busy and could only manage the occasional text. When my family stopped calling I really hadn't noticed. We’d always been on and off even when I’d been living with them. But then he’d locked me in the house. Locked me in like an animal. Declared that I’d stay there until I presented as an omega.
He’d always been so convinced I’d just be a late bloomer. The small comments should have been a warning. I should have realized what he wanted. An omega. The rare prize he’d convinced himself I’d become if he ‘saved’ me. Saved me from poverty, the little helpless artist born to a lower class family. I should have seen it.
But I wasn’t an omega. I was a beta. I was just like the majority of people. Most were betas nowadays. Few were alphas and fewer still were omegas. People theorized it was because there was really no need for alphas or omegas anymore. With how globalized and modern everything was. We weren’t animals anymore, not like how our ancestors had been. We didn’t have packs or small communities. We didn’t need designation to structure ourselves anymore. There was no need for pack dynamics. And maybe that was really why I’d moved to some small northern town. Because I’d grown up in a big city with not even my family to call my pack. Maybe deep down on some primal level I craved that connection. Even if I was just a beta.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel and I took a deep calming breath. It didn’t matter why I’d come here of all places. I was here now and I had new friends, I had a job, I had a little house I rented all by myself. I was healing. It didn’t have to be pretty. It wasn’t a show like so many people in the big city made their lives out to be. I had all the time in the world to find myself again.
Suddenly there was a flash of movement in the corner of my eye. A massive black shape darted out of the trees and straight into the road.
“Shit!” I slammed on my brakes, my tires squealing before locking up, causing me to hydroplane. Then I smacked right into whatever had run into the road with a sickening thud that made my stomach twist. My car spun before jolting to a stop. I had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and I was trembling. For a moment I couldn’t move, until I heard a whine from the gloom in front of me.
I lunged for the door handle, my shaking hands struggling to get my seatbelt off and the door open. I staggered out of the car on trembling legs, the rain instantly soaking through my clothes leaving me shivering. Laying in the road was a dog. A huge black dog. It whimpered as it lay on its side struggling to breathe. Oh gods. Oh no no no! I ran forwards hesitating for only a moment. Despite its wolfish features it wore a purple collar so it had to be someone’s pet. I was scared if I just tried to pick it up it might snap at me so I gently reached forward.
“Hey buddy. Hey, it’s okay I’m not gonna leave you. It’s gonna be okay.”
The dog shifted its head towards me and blinked weakly. It had stunning deep blue eyes that were almost violet. It whimpered softly, and its big tail wagged slightly so I took that as a good sign. I slid off my soaked coat and wrapped it around the dog. It yelped and growled in pain and I flinched.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I choked out as I did my best to carry it to my car. He was huge! Nearly the size of me and had to be at least 180 pounds. But the adrenaline was kicking and so I somehow managed to get him in the backseat. I climbed back into the driver's seat before looking back at him. The dog seemed to be catching his breath. His breathing was slightly shaky but he coughed then licked his muzzle like he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. I paused for a moment watching. I didn’t know much about dogs. He looked dazed but he curled up in the back seat and huffed his breathing evening out.
“You okay buddy?” I asked even though I knew the dog wouldn’t understand me. His tail thumped lazily against the seat. That was a good sign right? He kind of just looked sleepy and annoyed but he could also be dying. But there wasn’t really much I could do. No vets were open. I’d just have to take him home and hope for the best.
I knew my car was going to smell like a wet dog tomorrow. But I didn’t find myself caring too much. I put the car in drive and slowly started to accelerate. The dog laid down obediently, his big tail thumping against my backseat. I drove home carefully, trying not to jostle the poor pup.
Once I got home I opened the back of the car and the big dog looked up at me blinking as he stared with those pretty eyes. “Want to come inside? Come on!” I tried to encourage him.
He grumbled with the attitude of a husky before standing and jumping from the back of the car. He whimpered slightly, keeping his weight off his front right paw. But he seemed to be moving good.
Once we were standing in the entry way to my house I told him. “Be good and wait right here okay. Stay.” He waited, his ears flicking. I rushed to the linen closet to grab a towel before he shook inside the house. When I came back he was still waiting obediently. I gently toweled him off. As I dried his fur I checked for blood. No blood which was extremely surprising. He didn’t like putting weight on his front right paw and nipped when I got close to it. Which was understandable so I didn’t really snap back at him. I kept my menstruations soft and my voice calm but commanding. He didn’t seem to hurt. But I was worried he may have internal bleeding. But if he did he likely wouldn’t live until the vet opened. So I just planned to make him comfortable tonight and hope for the best.
While I dried him I checked his collar. It said ‘Shadow’ with no number or contact for an owner. “Shadow huh? Are you hungry Shadow?” I asked him playfully in a bit of a baby voice. He snorted and side eyed me with so much sass it made me burst into laughter. He was a sassy thing and huge too. The biggest dog I’d ever seen.
I moved to my pantry to get a can of chicken. I didn’t have any dog food so I’d have to improvise. Shadow padded around the living room sniffing curiously. It gave me a bit of hope. If he had internal bleeding he probably wouldn’t be so active, right? I dumped the chicken into a bowl and brought it over to him along with a bowl of water.
“Hungry buddy?” He sniffed the chicken and ate some. But he mostly drank the water. I watched him while he ate and drank. He wasn’t moving like he was extremely hurt. And he was slowly putting more weight on that front paw.
I refilled his water before grabbing a bunch of blankets and carrying them to my room to make a makeshift doggie bed. As I was getting everything ready he padded in sniffing around my room. When I was done I patted the blankets.
“Come here boy! Come here! Who’s a good boy?” I cooed trying to get his attention. His ears flickered up standing tall like a German shepherds. He was a really pretty dog. Maybe he was a wolf dog? Or just some Sheppard mix. He came over to me sniffing at the blankets. He laid down before looking up at me as if to ask if this was what I wanted? I laughed again and gently pet him.
“You’re such a good boy Shadow. The best boy.” He whined softly and his tail thumped lazily. I sat there petting him for a moment before standing to get ready for bed. Shadow busied himself nuzzling into the blankets rolling in them and getting comfortable. It made me smile as I watched him. But it also made me realize how lonely I’d been at home by myself. It was nice to have another living thing in the house.
When I was done getting ready for bed I pet Shadow one last time before crawling into bed. I tossed and I turned but I couldn’t stop worrying about Shadow. What if he did have internal bleeding? What if he died in the middle of the night and it was all my fault? I couldn’t stop worrying. Then Shadow jumped up onto the bed. He carefully moved to lay next to me resting his head on my shoulder. He whined softly.
“Oh I’m so sorry buddy. Are you feeling sick?” I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking. I was such a horrible person. But he just cuddled closer and started to lick at my neck and face, almost like he was trying to make me feel better. I laughed dryly, shocked by the affection. I was still terrified he was going to die on me. But he cuddled up against me and made this soothing rumbling sound as he nosed my head with his snout. I threaded my hands through his scruff and closed my eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered into his soft coat. He made that soft noise again and coupled with the rhythmic thumping of his tail I slowly drifted off.
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When I woke up Shadow wasn’t in my bed. Panic raced through me as I stumbled out of bed into the living room. But there he was still very much alive. He pawed at the back door and whined.
“Oh thank the gods. Do you need to pee buddy?” I asked as I unlocked the door. He bolted out moving like he was perfectly fine and I hadn’t slammed into him with my car less than twelve hours ago. He did a lap around the fence before choosing a spot. I watched to see if there was any blood in his urine but it seemed to be a normal color. He padded back inside like he owned the place and nosed my thigh needily.
“Hungry bud?” I asked. He made a soft chuffing noise and I smiled affectionately down at him. I grabbed him another can of chicken and some leftover rice to give to him until I could get some dog food. I called one of the local vet clinics while I watched him eat. They said because of the rain at night I probably felt like I had been going a lot faster than I was actually going. And since he was active, eating, and there was no blood he was probably fine. Which was a huge relief because I didn’t really have the money to afford a vet trip.
I hung up the phone and pet Shadow affectionately. “Hear that bud? No vet.” He snorted sassily as he continued to munch on the food.
I let him finish eating while I scrolled through facebook to see if anyone in the area had reported that they lost a dog that matched Shadow’s description. I didn’t see anything but because of the collar I was sure he had to belong to someone. Shadow had curled up by my feet seeming comfortable and content. I could just take a picture of him like that but he was a little dirty and I would already have to explain that I had hit him with my car. “Come on buddy! Shower?”
He looked up at me with that husky side eye and I had a feeling he knew what shower meant. “Awe come on don’t be like that. You’re stinky and muddy and you need a shower.” He huffed as if resigned to his fate.
I checked the bottle of shampoo that I had in my shower and it said it was pet safe, but I also googled just in case. Google claimed it would be fine so I grabbed the shampoo, a comb, and a towel and called Shadow to follow me outside. I made sure the hose temperature was tolerable before letting him investigate the running water. “See, it won’t hurt you buddy.” I cooed as I pet his big head. He grumbled but sat and let me slowly hose him down with water. I made sure to pet him and encourage him all the while. Once he was nice and wet I used just enough shampoo to make suds and get all the mud and grime out. Shadow was surprisingly well behaved.
When I was done his fur glittered a beautiful blue black in the afternoon sun. He seemed done with my menstruations though and I couldn’t blame him. I let him back inside the house and he rolled on the carpet shooting me an offended look like I’d personally ruined the perfect way his fur had laid before. Which technically speaking I had. I just laughed though at his sassy little attitude. He had so much personality it was cute.
I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. I knew I’d have to run to the store soon but I was tired from brushing out Shadows fur. When he was done rolling around he climbed up onto the couch. He slipped though, his big paw landing awkwardly on the cloth material and ripping the cushion. He yelped and I was instantly worried that he might have pulled his claw and hurt his foot. “Oh no, shh it’s okay big guy. Can I see that paw?”
He had flinched and loafed up his ears down like he was worried I’d be mad at him. It made my heart clench. “Awe poor baby. I’m not mad at you buddy it’s okay.” I gently scratched his head and he looked up at me a bit confused. I slowly and gently reached for his paw. He let me take it in my hand and I examined it making sure all his claws looked okay. He didn’t look injured so I let him have his paw back and I gave him a good scratch behind the ears. “It’s okay buddy. I’m not mad to you~.” I cooed. He let out a long exhale and leaned into my touch. I settled back into my spot and he nervously crawled forward and laid his head on my lap. I lazily scratched his ears as I watched my favorite shitty romance show.
Eventually I’d gotten up and washed my bedding and made a run to the grocery store. When I came back Shadow whined and bumped my leg like he thought I’d died and would never come back. It was endearing honestly and I made sure to give him plenty of pets.
For dinner I gave him some proper dog food. I remade his dog bed but when I laid down to sleep he didn’t even bother with the bundle of blankets and he jumped right into my bed to cuddle with me. I laughed and cuddled up with him. “Such a clingy puppy~.”
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It seemed Shadow’s obedience ended the second the cameras came out. I was trying to take a picture of him to post on facebook and to hang up on some posters and he refused to sit still. The second I held up my phone to take a picture it was like he knew what I was doing and he’d run away or move so much the picture was too blurry to use.
“Why are you being so difficult?” I said playfully annoyed as I tried to hold him down to take a picture. The only problem was he was bigger and heavier than me. So even as I practically laid on his back to try and pin him he just dragged me around the living room with him. His tail was wagging so I knew the little shit was enjoying this.
Eventually I gave up and laid on the floor only for him to lay on my chest and lick my face. “Ah! Shadow no!” He was the definition of a velcro dog and I ended up just settling for posting that I had found a dog named ‘Shadow’ along with a short description of what he looked like.
Going to work Monday morning had been heartbreaking. I had heard his whining from behind the front door even as I started my car. At work I’d told Gwen about how I’d hit Shadow and took him home. She offered to ask around and see if anyone had lost a dog during the storm. I’d thanked her but deep down a selfish part of me wanted to keep him.
Going to work had been the longest time I’d been away from Shadow since I’d hit him and he made it very clear that he was not happy about that. When I’d sat down to watch TV he’d laid on top of me and nuzzled me until I smelt like him. I felt bad at how obviously distressed he was but I made sure to cuddle and pet him until he settled.
A few weeks went by and I’d settled into a new routine. It wasn’t like I was deliberately keeping Shadow from his family. I’d made several posts asking if anyone had lost a dog and Gwen had asked around the shelter and the vet and no one had reported losing a dog. So my greedy little heart had taken it as a sign that he was mine now. My little velcro dog had eventually accepted that I had to go to work and we compromised by cuddling on the couch after I got home.
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It was raining again and Gwen and I had just finished a closing shift.
“Want me to drive you?” Gwen offered.
“Uhm, yeah. We both know what happened last time I said no.” I smiled.
Gwen laughed and we both ran to her car trying to avoid getting soaked. We chatted on the way to my house and she said she was fine with picking me up for work tomorrow since I wouldn’t have my car. I offered to let her come in and meet Shadow since he still wouldn’t let me take pictures of him even when I tried to be sneaky. She parked in my usual spot and we ran to my front entry way again trying to avoid the rain.
“Okay just to warn you he usually tackles me when I get home so brace yourself.” I warned Gwen as I unlocked the door. But Shadow wasn’t standing right by the front door. Instead he was standing just outside the ring of light the lamp I left on for him created. His eyes glimmered in that way animal eyes did in the right light. His hackles were raised and the growl he let out was so low and powerful I felt it in my chest. Gwen went stone stiff in fear.
“Shadow don’t be mean.” I chastised as I walked into the house setting down my bag. As I walked forward he padded towards me and wrapped himself around my legs all the while staring right at Gwen like she was public enemy number one.
“F-F-Feyre…” Gwen whispered in a terrified voice.
“It’s okay deep breaths, I won’t let him hurt you. I’m really sorry I haven’t had anyone over since I got him and I didn’t know he was going to be so protective.” I’d laced a hand through his collar and gently scratched his ears trying to calm him down.
“N–no Feyre… Feyre that’s a–a… shifter.” Gwen whispered while slowly backing away.
My brow furrowed. A shifter? It was a common belief that long ago people used to be able to shift into a wolf form. That it was why we originally had designations. It was a highly debated topic with plenty of evidence for and against. I for one didn’t think it was possible for a human to become a wolf. The idea sounded ridiculous. But some people thought that it was true and that to this day there was a small part of the population that could still shift.
“A shifter? Gwen, don't tell me you believe in that stuff.” I said.
Gwen stared at me like I was the crazy one. “Feyre. Look at him.” She said, like I was blind to a very clear and obvious threat.
“Gwen, shifters aren’t real.” I said dismissively. Shadow was not some monster. He was my good boy.
“Shh shh don’t say that in front of him.” She squeaked.
I rolled my eyes again. “Gwen, he’s a dog. A big dog, but a dog none the less. He’s not a monster.”
Gwen just shook her head. She hadn’t broken her eye contact with Shadow since I’d opened the door. “Feyre, I’m telling you you need to come with me.”
I shook my head bewildered. “No, absolutely not. Shadow isn’t a shifter.”
Gwen only spared me a glance before backing all the way to her car and driving off. Shadow huffed annoyed and his hackles slowly went down.
“I’m sorry she was so scared of you buddy. I know you're a good boy.” I kissed his forehead and his tail swayed lazily. I shut and locked the front door shaking my head and muttering to myself as I made Shadow dinner.
His behavior went back to normal after Gwen left and I figured it was probably because he was just protective of me. We ate dinner, watched TV, and I cuddled him that night before going to bed like I always did.
“You’re not a big scary monster~. You’re my good boy aren’t you.” I cooed as I pet his ears. He grumbled his tail wagging happily. “Gwen is just a silly girl. You’re a good boy, the best boy.” I kissed his snout affectionately and he licked my nose.
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When I woke up in the morning I felt gross. I was so hot and sweaty my usually comfortable pajamas were sticking to my skin like plastic. I hated it. It was wrong. Off, they needed to come off. Now!
I sat up and pulled off my clothes desperately. It took way more effort than it should have. My movements woke Shadow who jolted up with a grumble. I whined and murmured. “I’m sorry buddy. I’m okay, go back to sleep.” But even speaking left me out of breath and it felt like my room was a million degrees.
Shadow whined and tilted his head sniffing his big nose twitching. I stood shakily, wobbling over to the thermostat. The house was set for seventy-two degrees but it felt like a dirty lie. I smacked the minus symbol an uncounted number of times before staggering back to bed. I curled up on my side but it felt wrong and twisted. Shadow whined and nosed my side. I jolted at the wet feeling of his nose. “N–not right now buddy.” I whimpered softly, pushing his head away gently.
Shadow let out a soft cry but moved to the foot of the bed and curled up. I felt awful. I didn't want him to feel abandoned but I was burning up and I felt like absolute trash. I texted my manager and didn’t bother waiting for a response before tossing my phone somewhere onto the floor near the nightstand.
I tried to curl up and get comfortable to just go back to sleep but the bed was wrong. I whined before sitting up and moving everything. Shadow watched me with those pretty blue eyes. He seemed concerned and I couldn’t blame him. I’d woken up in the middle of the night and decided the organization of my bed was the enemy even though I probably just needed to go back to sleep and fight off this cold.
I pushed and pulled material in a desperate haze until it finally felt right. At some point Shadow had hopped off the bed so I could move everything easier. I’d readjusted everything in several different ways but it didn’t feel right. I heard Shadow whimper from the side of the bed and in his mouth were some more blankets from my basket in the living room. My heart melted and some of the panic and need clawing in my chest calmed at the extra material. “Awe, thank you buddy.” I murmured as I took the blankets from him. I added them to my bed and when I was done arranging them Shadow was already back with more blankets.
We went on like this until the bed finally felt right and I was able to curl back into my spot. Shadow whimpered his ears a bit flat. I patted the bed tiredly. “Come here boy.” I whispered, my eyes drooping closed. I still felt so hot. This was the worst fever I’d ever had. It felt like someone had injected fire into my veins. I heard Shadow whimper again and I patted the spot next to me weakly. But I was drifting off fast, and maybe that was a good thing. Sleep was good. Sleep would fix me, right?
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I woke up sobbing. I was in so much pain. I was curled up in my bed, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. Shadow whimpered from the spot next to me. He licked at my neck gently. It just made me whimper. I felt so hot. I was burning, I was on fire! There was a new ache now. An ache between my legs. My thighs were covered in slick. Heat. This was a heat. I was presenting as an omega! Oh gods.
I could almost laugh at how ironic it was. If Tamlin could see me now. To be validated knowing that all along I really was an omega. The thought of Tamlin made me sick though. Sick because I knew that males like him would now want to hunt me down and lock me up. I didn’t want to be an omega. I couldn’t!
Another wave of heat and need crashed over me and another strangled cry left me sounding all too much like a moan. Shadow licked my neck gently but even what was supposed to be a comforting gesture was just overstimulating. I pushed myself up, my body shaking.
“Come on buddy. Come on.” I said as I shakily walked towards the back door. He followed me whimpering and tilting his head from side to side.
I opened the back door. “Outside.” He softly padded outside then looked back at me tilting his head curiously. I slid the door closed and he whined, pressing his nose to the glass. I felt guilty locking him outside but he didn’t need to be inside to witness this. It was better for him out there.
I made my way back to my room, desperate. I was desperate, I looked for anything that might soothe the ache but nothing seemed to fit the bill. I debated texting Gwen for help but that seemed entirely too embarrassing. Not to mention she thought Shadow was some monster. So I’d have to resort to using my hands.
I stripped completely naked before eagerly shoving my hand between my legs. I tried desperately to find a release but everything felt twisted and wrong. The soft sheets and blankets betrayed me turning into rough ropes that scratched at my skin. I wriggled and whined and prayed that none of my neighbors could hear me. But soon enough any thought of trying to be quiet left me. Desperation had me debating if my electric toothbrush could soothe the ache.
I flipped over onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillows. I wouldn’t resort to something so disgraceful. I wasn’t so desperate. I was strong. I wouldn’t let these omega instincts rule me. But then another gush of slick left me and my fingers slid desperately.
“Alpha!” I keened, not knowing who I was crying for. Someone, anyone. I needed an alpha. This was torture. This was hell. This was Tamlin's revenge.
“Alpha! Please!” I was moving my fingers as best I could while holding myself down against the bed. It did nothing to soothe the ache. I didn’t need the touch of an omega. I needed an alpha.
I sobbed into my pillow but it felt like sandpaper. Nothing was comforting everything was wrong I wasn’t going to survive–
Warm rough hands took both my wrists and moved them up towards my face. A heavy weight settled against my hips and a low deep growl from behind me vibrated through my chest… alpha.
For a perfect moment I relaxed. The weight and new scent soothed me. But it only lasted for a moment before my rational brain took over and panic gripped me. I was completely naked under an alpha I didn’t know. I thrashed and cried and tried to buck but he was so heavy.
The alpha gently rubbed his thumbs over the inside of my wrists. His weight was restraining but not crushing. A low rumble left him and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of citrus and the sea and something distinctly canine. More than most alphas.
I keened softly. “Let me go!” I cried.
The alpha laughed like rolling thunder and I felt it in my bones. And to my complete and utter embarrassment another gush of slick left me. “You were just crying for me, little omega.” He said. His voice was full of masculine dominance but it was soft. There was no malice in his tone. At least none that my lustful omega mind could register.
“No…” I whimpered weakly. Had I been crying for an alpha? I had hadn’t I. How had he even gotten in? I’d locked all the doors right? Oh, gods no. The backdoor. When I put Shadow out. Where was Shadow?! Was he okay? Had this alpha hurt him to get to me?
I thrashed harder than I had before. “Shadow!” I sobbed, my fear for him outweighing the fear of what this alpha might do to me, for the moment at least. “Shadow!”
“Yes?” The alpha purred, gently lowering his weight and nuzzling against my neck right where Shadow had been licking when I’d woken up. I stiffened as he gently nuzzled and licked his fangs barely scraping. Every gentle touch felt like a warning. Like the lack of pain would be accumulated into a painful claiming.
I trembled and another soft keen left me. “Where’s Shadow? What did you do with him?”
The alpha laughed and gently leaned back, guiding me to roll over. I was met with the most beautiful alpha I’d ever seen. He had dark raven hair that nearly shimmered blue in the low light. He had warm tan skin that soothed the needy ache and made everything soft and right again. His violet gaze was pinned to mine and he smirked. Patient and waiting. Waiting… waiting for me to say something. To figure something out. Those intelligent violet eyes.
“Shadow?” I whimpered softly. Was this male Shadow? Was I going insane? This had to be the heat. This had to be some fucked up way my mind was coping.
His smile widened and fangs glittered in the low light. “Yes, Feyre darling~?”
How did he know her name? There was no logical explanation. Dream. This was a dream. Unless…
“Tch.” The alpha chastised and gently leaned back putting most of his weight on his knees while he straddled me. He gently ran his hands up and down my arms and it helped more than I wanted to admit. I squirmed and whimpered. “Oh Feyre, it’s okay my little omega. Alpha’s here. I know it hurts. Let me help you.”
I shook my head confused, overwhelmed, and overstimulated. “No… no, dream. This isn’t real.”
He let out a long sigh and leaned down to nuzzle my neck gently again. “Oh Feyre. I know you’re smarter than this. It’s your heat. So let me tell you; you’re little friend Gwen, she was right. I am a shifter. And you, my sweet omega. You were just too cute and innocent to resist.” He pressed a long hot kiss to my pulse point and I arched with a needy moan.
Shifter? It didn’t make any sense. They weren’t real. It was all speculation. How could a man turn into a wolf?
The alpha above me laughed low and soft, amusement dripping from every sound. “Oh little omega~. I know you have so many questions. But now, now you need me. Don’t you little omega?” His hand trailed right to my core and his finger dragged from my clit to my center and I felt myself melt with that single touch.
“I’ll take such good care of you omega. You’re mine. My good girl.” He nuzzled against my face and neck covering me in his scent. I squirmed softly but I couldn’t manage much resistance. This didn’t make any sense. Shadow was a man? Shifters were real? All of my thoughts left me when the alpha moved between my legs pulling my thighs over my shoulders. His tongue delved deep into my core with a single thrust and I sobbed in relief. My hands threaded through his hair and I pulled, hard. He groaned against my core and the vibration was better than any vibrator as he took my clit into his mouth. I bucked against him and he growled again bracing an arm across my hips to hold me still. Not being able to move made everything far too much far too quickly. Soon enough I was shaking against his mouth as he greedily lapped up every drop of slick.
“Feyre.” He panted looking up at me with hooded eyes. His violet eyes had darkened to the point of midnight hunger as he crawled back on top of me. He snarled cupping the back of my neck. “I want you to know how good you taste.” He snarled before kissing me like a man starved. He shoved his tongue into my mouth claiming every inch before pulling back just enough to gasp against my lips. “I want you to know you’re mine.”
I was gasping for breath but no amount of air would help me now. Not as he ripped off his own clothes, each of his fingers tipped with claws. I whimpered needily. I needed him now. I needed him inside of me. “Alpha.” I begged my hands timidly reaching for him. His eyes seemed to glow with some wild pagan magic as he grabbed my legs, shoving them around his hips.
“Yours.” He groaned as he shoved himself inside of me with one claiming thrust. I cried, arching and grabbing desperately for support. He was so big inside me. I could feel myself being stretched and if it wasn’t for the slick I was sure I would have been split in half. He rolled his hips against mine and moaned. “Fuck.”
My head fell back as he rolled his hips. Sounds left my mouth but I wasn’t sure how I was making them. The heat had consumed me and I needed him to move. I needed to be full of him. He grabbed my hips, his claws pricking my skin but if it hurt it didn’t register. He pulled back, nearly sliding all the way out. I cried out, panicked. I didn’t want him out, I wanted him inside. I needed him inside! He smirked before slamming back into me, setting a brutal pace that left me whining and panting. I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe and each thrust forced the air right back out of my lungs. I held onto his broad shoulders as he moved in and out his claws digging deeper and deeper into my hips. The pin pricks burned but the feeling was drowned out by the satisfaction of being full. Of my heat being satisfied. He grunted and groaned and panted but not once did he stop. I felt myself melt against him. Molding to my alpha, and it felt so good. I felt so good.
He had moved me onto my stomach pulling me to my knees. I wasn’t sure when or how because all the while I felt full and warm and that was all my omega could ask for. He maintained an iron grip on my hips but his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and wild. He made a strangled noise that vaguely reminded me of a howl. “You’re mine little omega. You’ll have my pups, won’t you? You’ll be so good for me.” He growled his hips jerking wildly.
His words didn’t fully register but I felt myself arching further against each thrust and he purred in approval. His claws dug in further and he thrust one last time before spilling into me. I felt his cock twitch deep inside me before I was flooded with heat. I cried out my own release finding me yet again. I gripped the sheets tightly as I cried out. “Good girl. I want to hear all of the beautiful noises my omega makes.” He murmured against my nape.
His claws slowly slid away and he gently ran his hands up and down my body. Then it registered. His knot. I was completely full of his knot. It was still growing wider and wider. I jerked the stretch becoming too much as I started to panic.
“Shh, it’s okay Feyre. It’s okay. I’ve got you little omega.” He whispered softly into my ear. He pressed a bit more weight into me so I couldn’t squirm too much. His hands continued to gently move up and down my arms and sides. “You’re doing so good. Such a good little omega~.” He crooned.
But the fog of my heat had broken. If only temporarily and I realized how insane this situation was. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I kept trying to squirm away even though I knew it was no use with his knot inside of me. “Get off. Get off of me!” I cried.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around my chest and rolling so that he was spooning me but the pressure of his weight was gone. His knot was still throbbing though, and I let out a soft cry. The birth control I was on was for betas. Not omegas. I could be pregnant. This random crazy alpha claiming to be my dog could have just gotten me pregnant. I started to cry but he held me tightly against his chest.
“Shh. You're okay. Deep breaths. You have to relax or it will never go down.” He murmured softly. He was far too calm.
“Fuck you!” I snarled. “You’re crazy!”
He laughed. The bastard had the audacity to laugh. “Feyre darling I’m not crazy. You were just raised in the city and not taught any better. Everyone in Velaris knows about my pack.”
“Your pack?” I asked, for some reason going along with this crazy man’s claim.
“Mhm, I’m the alpha of my pack.” He gently ran a hand over my hip where blood now dripped from the pin pricks. I shifted uncomfortably the pressure making the wounds hurt. Horrible evidence that maybe, maybe he was a shifter. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. “It’s okay Feyre. I won’t hurt you.” He nuzzled right back into that spot where Shadow always nuzzled me and I felt the goosebumps spread across my skin.
I bit my lip, not daring to say anything. His scent was so similar to Shadow, and he nuzzled me in the exact same way. There was no way to explain the claws. No way to explain that canine scent and lupine sound of his voice. I stayed silent waiting for his knot to go down enough for me to move away. I knew he knew. But he stayed so gentle and patient as we waited in silence.
The second his knot deflated enough for me to move away I scrambled to the other side of the bed. He remained laying there a soft smirk on his features. My breathing was shaky as I whispered. “Prove it…”
He sat up, then he changed. His nose became longer. Fur sprouted up across his tan skin. But his eyes remained the same, remained trained on me while his body contorted and shifted. Then Shadow lay there, his tail thumping lazily. A few tears ran down my cheeks as I watched him. Despite what we’d just done I couldn’t help the primal fear that clawed nearly drowning the already returning heat.
He shifted back and it was just as horrible to watch. And now I could understand why Gwen had been so scared. He moved just a bit closer. He laid down on his side as if trying to make himself appear to be less of a threat than he was. He gently touched my hand. “Feyre. Your heat will come back. Let me help you. And after you can yell and scream and call me every name in the book. But let me help you, please.” He pleaded softly, the nearly whining tone reminiscent of Shadow. My companion I was now grieving the loss of all while trying to process that he had never been my dog. But this male in front of me.
“What’s your name?” I asked warily.
He grinned lazily and I could almost imagine a tail thumping softly against the tousled bed sheets. “Rhysand.”
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