The beautiful Annia Drusso left her work in a hurry, this beautiful girl is not normal just like the people around her, she is a shapeshifter, a werewolf and is an omega in the rank of her pack, she is in trouble, she is time of her heat, this misty heat occurs every three months, the normal thing for a submissive omega would be to look for a handsome alpha to satisfy her hot body for those tortuous 3 days.

But Annia is a different omega in several ways and has not yet mated with anyone at 21 years old.

Annia has been the Lycanthrope King's assistant for a year, so her job is important and she is protected for the moment.

Many Alphas have wanted to subdue her and mate with her since an omega does not have the will to refuse an order but Annia does not obey, she does not have the physical need that omegas have to submit and yes, she is an omega even if she does not submit. Her smell is omega, her phenotype is omega, so the beautiful Omega is one in a million.

Annia runs to her small duplex that she rents in a town near the kingdom, the kingdom is an ancient city with beautiful old buildings that attracts many tourists but no one knows that it is plagued by Lycanthropes and werewolves.

Annia travels 3 hours from the town of El Valle, which is a town of humans, no one lives there other than their peers and it is safe for her.

The beautiful omega does not want to mate with anyone, she has been looking for a way to have her freedom to leave the pack to which she belongs but she does not want to go to another so she is hoping that the Lycanthrope King who governs both shapeshifters will give her this opportunity, to be free.

Annia Drusso

I don't understand why my heat has come more than a day earlier, it is always very punctual but now it has fallen on Wednesday and it should arrive on Thursday night or Friday morning.

I could tell that my jealousy was emerging when my cold and almost serial killer Lycanthrope King saw me enter and covered his nose, I don't know why he dislikes me but at least he's not super flirty with me.

I apologized like a fool and asked to advance my days off so I could lock myself up while this torture passes. Laura, my friend, is also an omega and lives near my house.

Laura is an omega who has declared herself a rebel but her pack has not allowed it since Laura was wronged by an Alpha, she was raped and no one sanctioned the alpha in question.

Laura declared herself a rebel when she was publicly insulted by her attacker, hurting her loyalty to her pack. The Alpha accused her of having offered herself and that she now wants to take advantage of it to have a better position in the pack.

The Lycanthrope King is investigating this issue and will not allow the pack to expel Laura until this situation is clarified.

I love her very much and I understand what has happened to her, I myself have been a victim of harassment for being an omega, who told the Alphas that we are their whores or their bedwarmers? Omegas almost never arrive pure or virgins when we meet our mates or destined partners, we have to obey when an alpha or beta male demands us for a night or a fever and that bothers me greatly.

My dear friend is away for work, so it will be lonely and torturous, but I will be safe in my apartment.

When I get home I feel more relaxed, I hope I haven't alerted anyone, my small car is parked in a parking lot 3 blocks away so that the smell distracts, do you think I'm exaggerating? Well no, a werewolf can smell a female in I go into heat for miles so I'm not taking the risk, it's one thing to deny a dominant male on a daily basis and another thing to do it in heat, it would be very difficult or almost impossible, I haven't proven how disobedient I am but I'm not taking the risk.

After my protocol of showers with cold water, light clothing and a lot of ice, I'm a little scared, I can't find my inhibitors in my purse and of course I bought them yesterday but they're not there, I didn't take them out because I forgot I had them in that purse and now I don't want to go out and I feel increasingly hotter so I have to endure this brutal heat without that painkiller.

I am sleeping moment by moment as my haze rises making me wake up with a wave of excitement, I am increasingly sensitive, the mere touch of clothing excites me too much and this type of heat has never happened to me, it is very intense and it is only the first day, the second day it gets worse and the third I barely feel it.

I wake up again, but this time it's different. It's a smell that wakes me up and makes my skin burn, and my groin is throbbing painfully.

I'm soaked to the thighs, my underwear drenched with my fluids, and that's when I smell it.

It's a strong smell of malt liquor or something like that, with woody notes. It's so powerful yet alluring, and it's driving me crazy. But where is it coming from, and why does it affect me so much? I try to open my eyes, which keep closing as I smell that dominant male. And boy, is he dominant. All I can see is a tall, strong figure standing in the shadows of my room, and I don't understand. What is he doing here? How did he enter? Who is he?

I'm trying to get up, and just when I'm about to succeed, he releases his pheromones again, and the scent sends a jolt of electricity through my body, knocking me back onto the bed from the sheer sensation it produces.

Yeah, I'm screwed. This male is so strong that just his scent has me writhing in my bed, and I don't know what to do. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if he touched me. What should I do now? But I don't have time to plan anything because the moment he speaks, my vagina contracts just from the sound of his voice.

"Do you feel unwell, little bitch? Do you need me to mount you? Ask me to do it, and I'll make you scream with pleasure until your wetness drips down my testicles." His voice is hoarse and almost guttural, but it doesn't remind me of anyone who has ever threatened me before with that alpha voice. Just hearing him say that makes my back arch from the sensation of his voice vibrating on my skin.

I keep fighting, but he's not a good guy. This dominant male is perverse, and he keeps releasing bursts of hormones in my small room, suffocating me with his scent. My fog is out of control, and at times, I give in to the overwhelming need.

"Please, don't do this to me. I don't want it. Please, just leave," I utter, my voice ridiculously sexy, and I don't know if I'm asking him to leave me alone or to fuck me right now. I'm leaning towards the latter. Anyone would say that I'm leaning towards the latter.

"Little bitch, if you want to suffer, that's up to you. You just need to ask me to relieve your discomfort, and I'll gladly do it." This damn male is toying with me, but I can't take it anymore. I am dying every second.

"Say it, little wolf. Ask me to mount you," he demands. Damn it, this is killing me. How can his voice and his scent be so attractive? This has never happened to me before.

"I... I want you to mount me. Please help me. I can't take it anymore," I murmur like a beggar, and in reality, I'm begging him not to torture me anymore. He's not going to leave, and I would explode with desire.

I see him circling the bed, and he starts undressing, but it's dark. I can only see his silhouette and his movements, not his face.

It's obvious that he's an alpha male, yes... a big alpha male. He's huge next to me, and I'm a bit short, completely engulfed by him. That's a given.

I automatically spread my legs, and he grabs my wrists, placing my hands above my head, planting a kiss on me that makes me tremble like a leaf. It's my damn first kiss, and this male is shamelessly stealing it from me.

He hovers over me and starts placing kisses on my neck, reaching the hollow of my collarbone and neck. That's where mates are marked, and it makes me nervous. But at this point, I've lost control of myself. He licks and nibbles hard on the area, making me moan like a mating bitch in heat, which is what I am right now.

His hands skillfully wander across my body, knowing exactly where to apply pressure to make me gasp. I feel him rubbing his member against my intimacy, driving me insane. By the goddess Luna, what torture...!

He kneels with my thighs on his hips, and I can feel his intense gaze. I can't see him, but I know he's scrutinizing me. He's an alpha, and his night vision is better than us omegas, who are merely workers and not born warriors.

I feel his hands on my breasts, gently kneading them, and I swear I'm trying not to moan too much out of dignity. But he destroys my intentions of emerging unscathed from this situation.

I want you to whimper, little puppy. If you try to hold back, I will punish you and you won't like it. Shit, it's a warning, and I don't think it's good to provoke this male. That's clear to me, he is not usual.

I suppose that I should enjoy it since it is inevitable, his scent drives me crazy, his grunts with pleasure when touching me, and I didn't think it was possible, but I am even more excited than before.

He devours my erect and hard nipples, taking me to another world. I think I'm about to climax right now, and I moan uncontrollably, but his voice stops me.

"Don't you dare finish, little bitch. I'm going to make you come screaming, do you understand?" he growls through his teeth, and I control myself. I don't know why I obey him; I don't do this with anyone else.

"Alpha, please, I beg you. I can't take it anymore. Please, help me," I plead, adding a hint of flirtation to my voice.

"Don't call me alpha. I am not one anymore. Right now, I am your owner, your Master and Lord. Do you understand?" he says, biting my mound of Venus, making me moan even louder. I can barely respond.

"Yes, my Lord, please, I want you to mount me now," I plead eagerly.

He grunts with satisfaction at being called that, and I feel him positioning himself and slowly entering, making me gasp. It's painful, but it's subsiding due to my heat.

Once completely engulfed, I grit my teeth and wait to acclimate. I think he's too big; I haven't had anyone else, but I am filled to the brim, stretched sideways.

I have my nails dug into his arm, and he growls with pleasure. The action begins, and he thrusts hard and mercilessly while I scream with pleasure. I feel his entire length entering and exiting me, and each time he grunts with pleasure, mine increases exponentially until I can no longer hold back and plead again.

"My Lord, let me finish. I can't take it anymore, please," I plead, my voice trembling and each word bringing me closer to climax.

"Mmm... I love how submissive and haughty you are, little bitch. Come now, and I want you to scream for me," he says. I hate him with a passion. If I ever find out who he is, I'll cut off his balls and feed them to stray dogs.

I can't hold on any longer and, with his permission alone, I scream. That trembling and all the pleasurable tension build-up release and wash over my naked and sweaty body.

He thrusts a few more times, faster and faster, and with a groan I've never heard before, he finishes inside me.

I feel his enormous phallus throb as my walls squeeze tightly around it, and I know I am squeezing him forcefully. But it's so pleasurable that I can no longer deny that I enjoy his touch; he drives me insane.

He collapses onto me with gentle movements of his hips, indicating that he has also climaxed. I just hope I don't get pregnant by this bastard.

But like a fool, I do the unthinkable. I expose my neck as a sign of submission, hoping to be marked, and he does. With his ragged breath, he sinks his teeth into my neck, and holy hell, those teeth! They are long, and I feel them penetrate deep and painfully. But after a few seconds, the pain stops, and I feel a different pleasure. It's as if my soul is being filled. I sense him retracting his fangs and delicately licking the area, giving me another wave of pleasure. I think I want him to mount me again. Although I have a burning need for him to do so, a strange dream takes hold of my body, and everything turns black.

I don't know why I asked him to mark me, but I know this Alpha is not ordinary. He imposes himself on my will in a way no one else has managed, making me submissive to him, even though I wish to know what he can do without my heat.

While I sleep, I have strange dreams of terrible and horrifying events, and my She-wolf is always fighting as a relentless warrior. But that doesn't make sense either, as we are omegas and don't know how to fight like that. So, I suppose it's the effect left on me by that bastard who took me without showing himself or introducing himself.