#alpha!wanda

your heat season wasn’t a very pleasant time for you, wanda usually insists on helping you out but you’re too stubborn to let her do so, resulting in a back and forth argument; but she wins, as she always does.

she’s usually more careful with you in times like these, bringing your favorite snacks, cold towels on your forehead and tummy, warm soup, and so on.

it was different this time, usually your body temperature rises a little, and you have a bigger appetite—nothing wanda can’t handle.

you start tossing and turning in the middle of the night, you felt fevirish, dizzy, and shamefully wet.

wanda was peacefully asleep next to you, unaware that your heat season began both early and stronger than usual. you didn’t want to wake her nor interrupt her sleep, even if it were to much to bear.

you slowly take a discarded pillow on the bed and place it between your legs—careful not to disturb wanda, as she had a sharp rule about touching yourself without permission, she likes to be the one stimulating you and being the reason for your pleasure

but it was urgent this time, she’s asleep and you’re needy. too needy.

you close your eyes and carefully start thrusting your hips, keeping your rhythm slow and delicate

your arouse creeps through your panties and soaks the pillow, you bite your lip as to not make a sound, it would be a shame for wanda to see her pet pleasuring herself on her own anyway.

you continue grinding as more arousal continues dripping from your sensitive cunt, you were right on edge when you heard wanda,

“and what do you think you’re doing?”

wanda says sharply

you shoot your eyes open and stop your tracks

“i was just—“

wanda tuts, crawling over to your side of the bed and whispers to you

“you know the rules detka, why break it?”

wanda asks in mock-sympathy, kissing the side of your neck

“im sorry” you mutter, “my heat season started early and…it’s too much”

wanda paused, looking at you intently.

“that explains why your scent is stronger than usual” wanda murmurs, as if she’s thinking to herself

“don’t worry, krolik, i’ll take care of you”

wanda couldn’t help but smirk to herself, she wastes no time in unbuttoning your shirt, taking it off completely and taking in the breathtaking sight of your sensitive, perky nipples.

she leans down to suckle onto one, biting it hard enough to earn a soft squeal from you

she then starts kissing her way down to your chest, stomach, and down to your core. your legs spread wider on their own, like an invite to her.

“someone’s eager”

wanda hummed, watching your shy expression through her lashes, she blew a breath of cool air to your bare pussy, making you gasp.

she takes a long stripe of your clit, it felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through you; you felt yourself getting hotter by the second, and wanda could practically hear your quickened heartbeats from below.

“breathe, baby. mommy’s gonna take good care of you”

wanda coos, then proceeds to push your thighs even further, despite your little protests, and starts sucking gently.

wanda noticed you kept squirming and arching your back, so she puts a hand on your tummy and throws your legs onto her shoulders for better stability.

“relax, detka”

you sigh, the commanding tone in her voice sent a new wave of arousal through you, making you thrust into her mouth

her tongue makes its way inside, and her other hand starts circling the sensitive nub in your pussy, your hands grip the bedsheets tighter as wanda continues eating you out, licking your wetness before it drips any further and plunges two fingers inside of you

“don’t—don’t stop mommy! feels so good”

your hands flew to her hair, gripping it tight—a gesture that only spurred wanda on, knowing exactly how much pleasure she was giving you.

she continues thrusting her fingers inside of you and manages to hit that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

“i’m so close! faster..faster please”

you felt your orgasm flow over you, wanda quickens her pace and heightens the intensity,

your pussy clenches around her fingers and tongue, it wasn’t long until you reach your climax,

with a loud keen, you coat both her fingers and tongue, making it drip down to her chin.

“you did well, my love” wanda coos as she rises from between your legs, until you’re both face to face.

she wiped her chin, eyes practically glowing with pure lust as she stares at you

The morning sun filters in through the crack in the curtains. You can feel as a breath tickles the back of your neck. Slowly you blink your eyes open. The arms wrapped around you tighten as you're pulled in closer. “Good morning dorogaya.” Nat’s morning voice deep with sleep whispers in your ear. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. 

“Mmm morning Natty.” You mumble your hands moving to Nat’s. Her hands caressing your pregnant belly. Since she found out that you’re pregnant with hers and Wanda’s pups she has been absolutely obsessed with your belly. None of you expected that after your first heat with the alphas that you would become pregnant. Nonetheless you’re all excited to grow the pack and your family. 

Wanda was sent on an early morning mission leaving just the two of you. So as you lay in bed, the closeness of your other alpha brings a calmness to the room. You look at the clock on the bedside table and see that it’s nearly 9am. “Shit.” You move to try and get out of Nat’s hold but her hold tightens on you. You need to get to the bakery. With the pups coming in the future you need to prepare some new staff for your impending leave. “Natty, I need to get up.” 

Nat’s hands caress your swollen stomach more as she nuzzles into your shoulder. “Oh come on detka stay in bed with me.” You feel her hands wandering more and can tell her desire is growing. She moves a hand to grope at your breasts and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips. “I know you want to stay mega.” She mumbles against your shoulder. 

“Natty, I really have to get ready.” Your words come out as a whine. Nat pinches your nipple between her fingers. You’re breathing quickens as you push back against her. You can already feel as her cock hardens. “I-I ha-have to train new me-mega’s.” You can’t help but stutter out. Her menstrations on your body make it hard to deny the alpha. 

The hand that once was on your stomach trails down slipping into the panties you are wearing. Nat’s fingers swiping at your folds. “Oh mega do you need your alpha? Hmm need my cock in your needy hole?” Nat grinds against your ass as her fingers slip between your folds. “Oh so wet for me.” You let out a whine as your resolve crumbles. 

“Please Natty, I need you.” Nat smirks against the skin of your neck. She moves her hand back up to the waistband of your panties. She pushes them down around your thighs just giving her enough access before pushing her boxers down. Her hardened cock slapping against your ass. You grind back against her causing a moan to fall from the alpha’s lips. 

Nat lifts your leg slightly as she lines herself up with your entrance. She slowly pushes in until she is fully sheathed inside of you,  both of you letting out a groan. “Fuck still so tight mega. Perfect for my cock.” You push back grinding against her eliciting a moan from the alpha. She starts to slowly thrust her cock in and out as you push back to meet her thrust. Her hands start to wander your body lifting up the large shirt you slept in. Her hands cupping your perk breast in her hands. Fingers pinching your pebbled peaks. Moans tumbling from your lips. 

As Nat thrust her hips into yours, both of your moans fill the room. You can feel as her knot begins to form slamming against your entrance with every thrust. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit that spot deep inside of you. “Mm-Mmm fuck. Fe-Feels so good.” You stutter out. Nat lazily places kisses on your shoulder and neck. One of your hands moving behind you and gripping onto Nat’s ass. 

“So beautiful carrying our pups. Most perfect omega for your alphas.” Nat pants behind you as both of your orgasms grow. Her knot desperate to slip in and fill you. Your walls clamping around her length just as desperate to be filled. “Gonna fill you up detka. Having you leaking my seed all day.” Nat mumbles her thrust sloppy. 

With a few more thrust Nat’s knot slips in a loud moan ripped from your throat. Your orgasm crashing over you as white hot spurts of cum paint your walls. Your walls are suffocating her cock and milking her dry. Your nails dig into her ass causing her to moan against the skin of your neck as your juices coat her cock. “So good for me.” Nat mumbles grinding against you to prolong both of your orgasms. “Good girl.” 

You're both panting as Nat comes to a stop. Locked together until her knot goes down. Her hands glide back down to caress your stomach. You move to lace your fingers with hers content on your current position. “Fuck that was so good.” You're still breathing heavily as you press back into her wanting to be closer. 

Nat chuckles at you. “Just a little bit ago you wanted to get out of bed.” She teases and you sigh. 

“Sadly I still have to go to Natty. I don’t have a whole lot of time before the twins come.” You counter. You don’t want to leave this bed but you know you have to. You have too much to do before the pups come. 

When Nat’s knot finally goes down you let her slip out of you as you crawl out of bed. Your panties are still around your tights. You go to take them off but Nat clicks her tongue causing you to stop. You look at her with curiosity. “Put them back on detka.” Her voice is low as she watches you hesitate.

“Natty, I need to go clean up before work.” Your words almost come out a whine as you question what the alpha could want. But of course Nat has a thought. One that you might not be so fond of. 

Nat gets up stalking closer to you, she towers over you as you look up to her. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer. You can feel her cum is leaking out of you. “Mega pull up your panties.” You don’t argue as you do what she says. “I want you to feel as my cum leaks out of you for the rest of the day. The way it’s kept right there making you all needy for me when you get home.” 

You let out a whine. “But Natty. What if others can smell it.”

Nat shushes you as she sees the desperation in your eyes. “Good.” She growls. “That lets them all know that you are mine.” You feel a shiver down your spine at her possessiveness but it’s so hot. You nod and pull them all the way up, looking up at her for approval. “Good girl.”

You go and get ready for the rest of your day. You know it is going to be long but it’s what needs to be done. You come into the kitchen where Nat has coffee in her hand and a lunch packed for you on the counter. You smile at the gesture. “Will Wands be home tonight?” You ask.

“She should be home in a couple of hours detka.” Nat rounds the counter and comes over to you, mug still in hand. She leans down kissing you cheek. “Have a good day.” Her voice gets low and sultry as a shiver runs up your spine. She smirks seeing the reaction. “You smell devine mega.” 

Your feet and body ache as you make your way in the door. Dropping your bags vowing to pick them up later. You close your eyes as you take some deep breaths. “Welcome home malyshka.” Wanda’s voice fills your ears. Your eyes snap open, spotting your other alpha walking towards you with a smirk on her face. That can’t be good, you think to yourself. Especially when you’re normally greeted with a wide smile. She makes it to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” One of her hands moves to caress your stomach. “How are the pups?” 

A wide smile spreads across your face. “We are all good.”

Wanda nods. “That’s good malyshka.” You lean into her embrace feeling all the tension in your body melting away. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, and she kisses the top of your head. “You smell delicious mega.” She mumbles. You pull away a shocked look on your face. “Natty told me all about your morning together. Bedroom now sweet girl. It’s my turn now.” You nod and make your way quickly to the bedroom. 

You swing the door open but the sight in front of you has you frozen in your tracks. Nat sits in a chair in the middle of the room facing the bed. Her body is naked and tied down to the chair. Ropes wrapped around her arms and legs keeping them flush against the chair. Her boxers from this morning is being used as a gag and her cock painfully hard leaking precum. Her cheeks are tear stained as her eyes meet yours. 

Wanda comes up behind you placing her hands on your hips. She slowly walks the both of you into the room and kicks the door shut. “Like what you see detka?” Wanda whispers in your ear. You nod feeling heat pull in your lower abdomen. “Natty’s poor little mind showed how desperate she was for you mega. How she made our sweet girl late for work.” She hums in your ear. Her hand traveling down and slipping into your pants and then your panties. Her fingers explore you as you gasp. “Our poor omega. Natty left you just leaking all day long. Making sure that you were all desperate for her cock again. Let's show our alpha what being desperate really is like. Hmm sweet girl, how does that sound?” She turns you around kissing you harshly. You can’t help but moan into her mouth which she gladly swallows. “You’re going to ride me.” She mumbles against your lips as you feel the cold air on your heated skin. Your nipples pebbling to harden peaks from the unexpected cold air. You can see as the red dissipates around you, knowing that Wanda used her magic. 

Wanda pulls away walking to the bed. She positions herself in the middle, arms spread out with a cocky smirk on her face. Her cock standing tall and proud, precum leaking down from her tip. She beckons you over which you hastily move to. Climbing on the best you start to position yourself facing her. She clicks her tongue. “Face Natasha detka. You’re going to put on a show.” 

You nod. “Yes Wands.” You murmur as you turn around locking eyes with Nat. You can see her hips twitch watching you. Your naked form makes her inner alpha go wild, desperate to get ahold of you.  Wanda’s hands go to your hips and helps line you up to her cock. You slowly sink down on her. Your wetness combines with Nat’s cum making it easy for Wanda to slide in. “F-Fuck.” You gasp when your ass meets her thighs. 

Though Wanda is normally able to maintain control it already starts to falter. The way your walls squeeze her tight, Nat’s desperate tear stained face looking onto the scene. How her hips slightly jerks, desperate for some relief. Wanda can’t contain herself as she starts pulling you up before pulling you back down on her cock. She thrust up to meet you. 

You start to help bounce yourself on Wanda’s cock. Breathy moans escaping your lips as she fills you perfectly. Your desperation being sated as your alpha fills you. “Look at that Natty, our omega bouncing on my cock. She’s so desperate to be filled by me.” Her fingers dig into your hips. Nat starts to hump the air looking for some kind of friction, some relief. But she doesn’t find any as her eyes are trained on you. The way your breast bounce with every thrust of Wanda’s hips. How you look so beautiful with your swollen belly, pregnant with their pups. You can see the desperation in her eyes. “Detka, look how pathetic and desperate your alpha is. Her poor cock just wanting to fill you up but instead she gets to try and fuck the air while you ride my sweet cock.”

Your head falls back on Wanda’s shoulder as she thrusts up faster into you. She kisses and sucks reddish purple marks on your skin. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “F-Fuck Wands so-so good.” You stutter out. The faster you bounce the harder Wanda thrust up into you. You’re already so close to cumming and Wanda’s knot hasn’t even formed yet. “Pl-Please.” 

“Aww poor omega are you already ready to cum. Hmm you want to show Natty how good I fuck you.” You frantically nod at Wanda’s words. “Go on malyshka cum all over my cock.” With another thrust Wanda hits perfectly inside of you sending you over the edge. You cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and your legs tremble. But Wanda doesn’t stop there, her thrust never faltering, riding you through your first orgasm and pushing you towards another. 

Wanda’s knot finally starts to form from the way your walls suffocate her cock. The only sounds leaving your lips now are whimpers and moans. She is sending you quickly to another orgasm. “Detka look at Natty.” Wanda commands you. You snap your head back up. Your eyes raking over the form of your other alpha. You don’t know how but her cock looks even harder than before. The tip red and precum leaking all the way down her shaft. She continues humping the air wishing that you were on her cock. The tears of desperation are still falling. “Poor little Natty.” Wanda mumbles. 

You gasp as a particularly hard thrust from Wanda. Nat watching how Wanda’s cock disappears into you. How her knot is growing and slamming against your entrance. Your legs tremble on either side of Wanda’s. You're both so close. 

With another hard thrust Wanda’s knot slips into place. Your walls sucking her in as a low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it. Take all my cum mega.” She ruts up into you and sends you over the edge. You cry out as your legs tremble and you cum harder than you think you ever have. Your walls desperately sucking Wanda in and milking her. You grind down as you ride out your high before slumping back into her. She wraps her arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “Good girl.” Wanda mumbles as you both pant hard. You close your eyes, relishing in the moment as you wait for Wanda’s knot to go down. 

What you don’t realize is that Wanda has released Nat from her confines; a silent conversation having happened as you try and recover. Nat stalks towards the bed, your eyes snapping open when you feel the bed dip. Your eyes meeting the desperate alpha. Wanda hooks her legs around yours keeping you spread open. Confusion crosses your face until Nat lays down between your legs. You let out a whine. “Sensitive.” But neither alpha listens. They know that if anything becomes too much that you have a safe word. 

Nat’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks harshley. You try to close your legs but Wanda uses her to keep them open. You then try to reach down and push Nat away and once again Wanda stops you. You whine out as Nat’s teeth scrape against your bundle of nerves. “Shhh detka let Natty have a turn she was so good. Can you do that for me?” Wanda’s tone is sweet. 

Nat swirls her tongue around causing you to buck your hips into her face. The pleasure bordering on pain. Wanda’s knot is still locking you together but that doesn’t stop the alpha. Nat moves her tongue down. Licking up your combined juices that escape. Her tongue starts to swirl around your entrance where you and Wanda are combined. The feeling makes you squirm. 

But then Nat does something you didn’t expect. She starts to push her tongue in beside Wanda’s cock. The feeling becomes overwhelming the more she pushes in. You whine as you're somehow able to release one of your hands from Wanda and grip Natasha’s hair. She lets out a moan as you tug, a burning sensation spreads throughout her scalp, but she doesn’t stop pushing her tongue in, the taste of your combined cum has her acting like a starved woman.

You tug her hair harder as you moan loudly. Wanda lets your other hand go as her hands find a place on your breast. She massages them and tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Nat’s hips move against the bed as she tries to get herself off. The friction of the bed and hearing your moans has her on the edge. Her knot growing despite not being inside of you. 

Though you're overstimulated you continue to grind into Nat’s face. The both of you are growing close to your release. Nat moans as her hips stutter against the bed. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through you. Her nose presses perfectly against your clit. With a hard push of her tongue inside of you, your orgasm washes over you. You pull harshly at Nat's hair as your whole body trembles. An even more powerful orgasm shoots through you than before. “Ah-Ahhh.” You cry out your head falling back on Wanda’s shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Wanda’s length. The way your walls squeeze her knot has a few extra ropes of cum coating your insides, an unexpected orgasm for the alpha. Nat feeling you and Wanda cum against her lips has her cumming against the bed. Her hips grinding into the mattress with overwhelming pleasure. 

Nat still continues trying to lick you clean as you come down from your high. The pleasure now morphing into pain has you pushing her head away. This time she lets you, leaning her head against your still shaking thigh. She places kisses on the soft flesh. You’re panting harder than before, your body feeling absolutely exhausted. 

“Are you both okay?” Wanda asks behind you. One hand gently caressing your stomach the other running her fingers through Nat’s hair soothing her scalp. You let out a hmm along with Nat. “Are you sure? I didn’t take it too far?” You can hear the concern in Wanda’s voice.

You turn your head and kiss Wanda’s cheek. “I’m okay. Albeit a little sore.” You nuzzle her cheek letting her know that everything is fine. That you’re fine. 

“Never better.” Nat takes Wanda’s hand in hers and gently kisses it. “That was pretty hot.” Nat’s words has you all laughing. The room grows silent as you all calm down, waiting to finally be able to move again when Wanda’s knot goes down. Nat staying between your legs, her head on your thigh keeping you grounded to both women. 

When Wanda’s knot finally goes down she lets herself slip out of your abused hole. Both women are mesmerized as your combined cums leak out. It takes everything in them not to fill you up again but they know they need to let you rest. 

"What's going on, Malyshka? Are you not feeling well?" Wanda asks.

"I'm fine. Just... don't wanna go,"

"And why's that?"

You huff in frustration at Wanda expecting you to vocalize your feelings, rolling over so your back is to her. But what you really want to do is burry your face in her neck and go to sleep.

"Oh no, we're not doing this,"

"Hey!" You shriek indignantly as Wanda yanks the blanket off you. You cover your head with your arms as the mattress shifts next to you and Wanda warm body presses in behind you.

"Babygirl. Stop being a brat and talk to me," Wanda orders.

"Am not being a brat," you huff.

Wanda pinches your ass.

"Yes you very much are and I'd be punishing you for it right now if we didn't have somewhere to be,"

"Mommy, please don't make me go," you whisper, so quiet and sadly that I makes Wanda's heart break.

Wanda wraps her arms around you, squeezing you into her chest as she starts purring. She inhales your carmel and chocolate scent, but it's all wrong, burnt and acidic.

"Oh luvie, I'm not gonna make you go," Wanda soothes.

You melt back into her arms. Wanda rubs her nose against your healed bond mark, bumping your scent glands. You have your wife of the bond closed off, but Wanda can feinting feel...need? You need something, but she can't tell what.

"Just tell me what you need, omega. Let Mommy take care you you,"

You're silent for a long moment, trying to put what you need into words. You say something so quiet and mumbles that Wanda can't make it out. She pulls your hands away from your mouth.

"One more time, angel,"

"I need you to make me cry,"

Wanda's purr stutters before continuing as she processed your request. You had requested this before, often when you emotions were so built up and you were so overwhelmed, but couldn't allow that emotional dam to break.

You spent so much time alone, posing as a beta, that these habits are hard to break. Even now, you struggle to accept your omega tendencies and lean into your alpha how your body craves.

"Such a good omega, telling your alpha what you need," Wanda purrs, "what else?"

"I...just stay in the nest," you stutter.

"We can do that, luvie," Wanda says before gently pulling your limp body into a sitting position.

Wanda strokes her knuckles across your face.

"Are you sure this is what you need, angel? We can talk or cuddle instead,"

The purple of your magic flashes in your eyes and Wanda can tell you're about to brat off.

"This is stupid. I should have known you wouldn't give me what u need," you snap with no real bite or hurt in your tone.

Wanda growls, the snide remark hitting close to home, just as you intended. In a flash, your flipped over her lap, face pressed into the sheets.

"That was a very naughty thing to say," Wanda hisses, ripping down your sweatpants and exposing your ass to the cool air.

You turn you head to the side so you can breathe and try to push back up. Wanda grabs wrists pining them behind your back with one hand

"Nuh uh uh. If you can dish it out, you can take your punishment,"

Wanda moves her other hand back down to your ass. She rubs the plush skin almost gently before landing the first blow.

You cry out at the impact, pressing your legs into the matress.

"You know, you've been a naughty girl for weeks,"

Thwak! On your right ass cheek.

"Bratting off to me all the time now,"

Thwak! This time in your left cheek.

"Skipping practice, not coming down to dinner, refusing to answer my messages when I ask where you are," Wanda lists out, landing a blow in alternating cheeks with each item.

You squirm and fail under her, legs kicking out with every blow. She's going faster today, not giving longer pauses between each blow. Wanda shifts her grip down so she's holding your hands. Your wrap your fingers around hers, clinging to her like a life line.

"My naughty little omega," Wanda almost purrs, slowly increasing the speed and strength of the spanks, "You're lucking I'm not wearing a belt, cause I'd be spanking your pretty ass raw with it right now,"

Wanda listens carefully to your muffled shrieks and cries, watching your squirm under her for the exactly moment your stubborn instincts break.

You ass turns from pink to red as the spanking confused, and Wanda revolves in the delicious color and way your ass jiggles with every blow.

You had gained some weight since going off your meds. Wanda loved your body before you gained the weight, but now with your soft curves and plush hips...she can barely resist you.

She loves the way your tits bounce when she fucks you, how your hips give when she grips them, that sweet curve of your lower belly. She's absolutely obsessed with every inch of you.

"You know better then to keep secret from Mommy. You know better than to brat off to me,"

"I'm sorry, Mommy!" You squeals.

"Are you? Cause I have a feeling you're gonna keep doing this if we don't get this sorted out. I'm gonna spank you so hard that you can't sit right at family dinner tomorrow, but you will be there, sitting like a good little omega,"

"Am a good omega," you whine, and Wanda can tell you're close to that breaking point.

"I know you want to be, Malyshka,"

Wanda lands one last especially hard blow, and the dam breaks. You burst out into loud, full body tears.

Wanda stops immediately, pulling you up into her arms and holding you tight against her. She purrs loudly, and lets out soothing alpha pheromones.

"Good girl" Wanda purrs, "Goood omega, get it all out,"

You burry your face in crook of her head, taking in shaky lung fulls if her scent as you continue to cry.

Wanda just holds you as your sobs slow and you cling to her tighter. She waits until your tears have slowed to speak.

"What's going on, babygirl?" She asks gently.

"Nothing's the same anymore and no one likes me anymore," you cry.

Wanda almost bristles at this, it not being what she's expecting at all.

"What are you talking about, sweet girl?"

"Since everyone found out I'm an omega! No one wants to hang out with me anymore. I'm terrible to be around without scent blockers and suppressants. No one wants to go in missions or practice with me, and they all run out of the gym when I want to work out.

"And when they don't run away, all they do is baby me! It's like they think I can't do anything for myself anymore! And no one wants to talk or joke with me anymore. It's just not the same, and i- I wish they never found out"

Wanda strokes your hair and listens carefully as you let it all out.

"That's a lot of big feelings, babygirl. I'm so proud of you for talking about it,"

Wanda pulls your head up to look at you.

"Sweet omega, you are not terrible to be around. Everyone here loved you so so much. They just don't want to make you uncomfortable,"

"W-what do you mean?" You sniffle.

"I know you didn't grow up with a pack, so I understand why you've been confused. I should have noticed, and I'm sorry for that baby.

"The others don't hate being around you. The time after securing a mate bind is extremely sensitive in a pack. The others felt they needed to give you space to settle into your designation and with your mate before approaching too close with scents that will be even more sensitive to you now.

"On missions, they know that I need you close to function, so if course no one else would cut in to be your partner. And they know that as hard as it is, a newly mated alpha is extremely protective if her mate"

Wanda tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"if I had seen you sparing with one of them, especially another alpha... I don't know what I would have done,"

You remain silent, soaking in all the new information.

"As far as the babying, they are all my family. My pack. They have been for a long time. And now they're yours too. Any pack is protective of a new member, but especially an omega. Their instincts are riding their asses to help you in any way possible.

"But I'll talk to this about it. It's hard, but this is an adjustment period for everyone. Your comfort and safety is number 1, but so are your boundaries,"

"T-thank you," you burry your face back into her neck.

Wanda starts stroking up and down your spine.

"It is my job to take care of you, sweet omega. Now, what else? I can tell there's something else,"

You groan, fiddling with the back of Wanda's dress.

"I just...i hate what being off meds has done to my body," you admit.

"How so, Malyshka?"

"I know you see it too. Everyone can. I hate how my body looks now,"

"Baby, you are a fucking goddess. Every inch of you," Wanda moves her hands down to grip your plush hips, massaging the softness.

"You have to say that, you're my alpha," you grumble.

Wanda is silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to put her thoughts into words.

"Omega, your body is perfect. You were on those yucky meds so long, your body was depriving you from what your omega nature needs. Your hormones have been leveling out, and your body is becoming what it's supposed to be,"

"That doesn't make any sense," you huff.

Wanda sits you up again.

"I can sit and tell you how beautiful you are all night, or I can show you,"

You eyebrows crinkle in confusions.

"Let me show you how I see you, angel. Let me show you how much I want you," Wanda begs.

You nod, trusting Wanda to take care of you. Wanda shifts you down to the end of the nests. She situations you in your knees either your back to her chest, she legs bracketing you in.

You whine as Wanda presses into your sore ass.

"Is this okay, omega? Do you need some cream first?" Wanda asks, referring to a soothing cream she applies after impact play.

"No, I...I like it, Mommy,"

"Good girl," Wanda chuckles.

Wanda tips your chin up, forcing you to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in front of you. You scent turns bitter as you take in your self.

"Shhh, none of that baby," Wanda soothes, running her hands up and down your sides, "Just look and listen. Don't think,"

Wanda grips the edge of your baggy shirt, pulling it over your head. You're left in a comfortable lace bra that you wear around the house.

"Look at what a pretty picture you paint. How your cheeks are already flushed. How that pinkness spread down your neck and your pretty chest,"

You eyes follow her words, taking in the flush on your skin.

"And these pretty breasts, fuck," Wanda groans, cupping your tear shaped breasts, "I could write poetry about these,"

Wanda brushes her thumb across your nipple, watching it pebble through the fabric.

"See how you can see the color of your nipples through the fabric? How they strain towards my touch? I love watching how your tits move when I fuck you, makes me want to bury my face in them,"

You whine at her dirty words. Wanda slowly pulls down the cup on one side, allowing your breast to pop free. Your nipples are painfully hard.

"So soft," Wanda purrs, cupping your bare breast, "The perfect handful. Can't wait to see these pretty tits well even more when I fill you up with my pups. These need to be nice and full to feed our babies,"

You squirm at the thought of Wanda filling you up with her pups.

"Want that, alpha," you moan.

"Suck," Wanda orders, slipping her thumb into you mouth.

You watch yourself as you suck on her thumb. The way your cheeks hollow out, the reverent look on Wanda's face. You whine when she pulls out of our mouth, but aren't disappointment for long as she uses her slick thumb to circle your nipple.

"So responsive for your alpha," Wanda purrs, freeing the other breast and repeating the process.

By the time her hand trails down your stomach, you skin is prickled with goosebumps and flushed all over. You squirm as Wanda strokes across the curve of your stomach.

"Mmmm, love this so much," Wanda hums, gripping your stomach,

"Can't wait to fill you little tummy up with my pups. Watch how it grows. I love this little curve already, how it shows through dresses and little shirts. When you raise your arms above your head and I get a little peak of it. Fuck, makes me wanna pin you down and bite it,"

You shiver at the thought as she strokes the curve of you stomach. Wanda loves how your scent sweetens, need dripping in and turning your chocolate and camel scent molten.

"Maybe I should. Put mate bites all over your plush body, so no matter where you look, you see ow much I fucking love your perfect body,"

You watch as your thighs squeeze together. Wanda's hands move to you hips, gripping the plush curves. Her fingers dig into the softness, and she uses her grip to grind your raw ass back into her hard cock. You cry out at the sensation, watching how your mouth drops open and you eyes go wide in the mirror.

"And these hips," Wanda moans, "Love your body has given Mommy something to hold on when she fucks you. I love seeing the marks of my hands on your soft skin,"

You moans, remember all the times you wake up with finger shaped bruises on your hips from her gripping you so hard when railing into your pussy the night before.

Wanda's trail down, brushing against your thighs. She rubs up and down, circling the soft skin.

"And these. Oh, luvie, these make me fucking feral. These have always been strong, but I love how fucking soft they are now," Wanda groans, "Want these around my head every second of the day. I wanna die between these pretty thighs,"

Wanda grips your knees, spreading your thighs ever so slightly.

"Love how these start to shake around my head or hips when you're about to cum. Love how you squeeze them around my ears when I suck on your pretty clit,"

You're dripping slick at this point, and it becomes more and more visible as Wanda continues to slowly spread your thighs.

"Love how your legs kick out when I'm spanking your pretty ass or wringing orgasms out of your hot little cunt. Love how you think it'll make me stop," Wanda purrs right in your ear.

You let out an omega whine, arching your back. You watch how it presses your presses forward, how Wanda eyes light up at the movement.

"And this perfect ass,"

Wanda shifts her hands down to grip your ass as well as she can in this position. You cry out as she cups the tender skin, keening forward. You hands dart out in front of your knees to brace yourself on the mattress.

You look up and almost moan at the sight. You especially bent yourself forward, leaving your ass more available for Wanda's hands. Your breasts hang forward, your hard nipples brushing against your arms.

"Gooood girl," Wanda croons, "Just like that, giving Mommy access,"

Wanda massages the skin of you sore ass, and your eyelids flutter, struggle to stay open.

"Alpha," you whine.

"I know, sweet omega, Keep watching yourself in that mirror,"

You back arches and you let out a throat moan as Wanda lightly swats your ass.

"Love how this ass jiggles every time I spank it. Makes me want to spank it all day...fuck baby, I'm hard as a rock," Wanda groans, "Love how you ass moves when I'm fucking you from behind. The way it ripples with every thrust of my hips....you're absolutely intoxicating. Dripping slick all over you nest like a good little omega,"

"Please, Mommy, I need more,"

"And Mommy's gonna give it to you," Wanda promises.

Wanda pulls her dress over her head, and you lick your lips at what you can see behind you. She's wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a red lace bra that cups her breasts perfectly.

"Need your knot, Mommy,"

"Let Mommy prep you first, angel,"

Wanda slips a hand behind your plush thighs, the other snacking up your body and gripping your throat. Not hard enough to restrict your breathing, just enough to remind you the control she holds. She uses her grip on your neck to pull you back against her chest. You hands find her thighs, gripping them to brace yourself. You meet her eyes in the mirror right as she runs a finger through your dripping folds.

"Look at yourself, not me," Wanda orders, circling her clit.

You suck in a shaky breath and look at yourself in the mirror. You chest is heaving, eyes hazy with lust and mouth parted. You bite you lip at the lude sight.

Wanda slips two slender fingers into your pulsing heat, and your head lulls back. Her grip on your neck tightens.

"Eyes up, or I'll stop,"

You whine, but look back at the mirror. You watch how your greedy pussy sucks her fingers up as she starts slowly thrusting her fingers in and out of you.

"Such a perfect pussy, taking your alpha's fingers so good,"

Moans and whimpers slip from you as Wanda adds another finger and her thumb move to your clit.

"F-fuck, Mommy, feels so good, need your cock in me," you beg.

"Just one second, luvie, see how your pretty thighs are shaking? That means you're about to cream all over Mommy's hand,"

Your thighs are starting to shake. You move you hands up to grip your breasts as your climax barrels towards you.

"Good girl, play with those sensitive nipples for Mommy. Give them a little pinch, you like that,"

You fight to keep your eyes open as you do so, pleasure sparking through your whole body. You cry out Wanda's name and dig your nails into her skin as your orgasm hits you.

You don't know where the keep your eyes, you gaze flickering between how your pussy pulses around Wanda's fingers, the way your breasts heave, your still quivering thighs as Wanda works you through your peak. You whole body glow purple with your magic as your control cracks.

"Just like that, good girl," Wanda praises.

Your aching pussy clenches around nothing as Wanda pulls her fingers out. Wanda smirks, sucking them into her mouth behind you. You mouth drops opens, eyes wide.

"Hands and knees, puppy,"

You jump to comply. Wanda grips your already bruises ass and you whine, arching your back and trying to push your cunt back into her.

"One second, omega, almost there," Wanda soothes.

You watch in the mirror as Wanda pulls her thick cock out. You can barely see as she lines her cock up with your entrance, but the pressure lights your body up.

"You need to see how well you take your alpha's cock, angel?" Wanda croons.

"yes!"

Then, you're seeing through Wanda's eyes. You blush at how drenched your cunt looks, the curve of your ass, how exposed you are to her. Her cock is hard and leaking precum, the veins looking angry with need.

You watch as Wanda pushes her hips forward, simultaneously feeling the stretch of her thick length as she pushes is. It sureal, watching your cunt stretch around her and feeling it in real time. Your swollen fold grip her cock as she slides into you and you're a moaning mess.

"Taking your alpha's cock so good, such a perfect omega," Wanda praises, gripping your hips.

You can see and feel the bead of sweat on your hypersensitive and flushed skin. You cry out as she bottoms out, her knot pressing against your entrance. You try to grind back against it, but she holds you still.

"Not yet, luvie, need to fuck this pretty pussy first.

Wanda's gaze moves between your pussy stretched around her cock, and your face in the mirror. You look fucked out already, eyes watering with pleasure and face flushed adorably.

You squeak as Wanda pulls out, and see how soaked her cock is from being inside your. She thrusts back in, and you're crying out from bliss. This position has her deep inside you, stimulating all of your extra omega spots.

"Don't you look pretty, babygirl?" Wanda purrs, gripping you ass.

You can see your ass has already started to bruise, still red from your easier spanking with some lighter purple splotches. You cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure

"Yes!"

"Come on, omega, you can do better than that. Say it,"

"I l-look so pretty!" You cry out as Wanda slowly fucks into you.

The sounds of your wet pussy will the room as she picks up her pace. You can see through her eyes how you pussy clenches around her cock.

"Again,"

"I look so pretty when you fuck me, Mommy!"

"Good girl," Wanda pants, using her grip on your hips to fuck you back into her every thrust.

You eyes roll into the back of your head in bliss, but you can still seeing her absolutely wrecking you through her eyes.

You ass does jiggle with every thrust, but instead of making you uncomfortable like it normally does, it makes you even wetter. Seeing how you body takes your alpha so good, giving her the prettiest sight as she wrecks your pussy.

Your orgasm looms closer and you see your thighs start to quiver. Your upper body collapses against the mattress, and you turn your face to the side.

You can now see your fucked out expression, how your eyes are lolled back, your mouth parted as you moan like- well an omega in heat (even though you aren't in a true heat).

"Be a good girl and play with your clit," Wanda almost barks.

You hand slips between you thighs, immediately finding your slick bud. Your moans become higher pitched as you circle your clit.

"Come all over your alpha's cock," Wanda orders.

And you do. Pleasure rips through your whole body as your orgasm hits you, and you watch how your body shakes and twitches.

Wanda groans, thrusting her hips harder. Your pussy fights to take her giant knot, and you watch in awe as it pops in, the edges of your pussy so puffy and slick. Wanda cries out as she fills your tight pussy with her cum, grinding into you.

Your eyes become your own again, and you struggle to catch your breathe.

"Took me so fucking good, angel," Wanda praises, shifting the two of you onto your sides.

You whimper as pleasure sparks through you from her knot shifting inside you.

"I know," Wanda purrs, hands slipping through your thighs and finding your pulsing clit.

Wanda circles your clit gently, working you towards another orgasm and grinding her knot into you. You cry out as your knot stimulates the additional omega nerves in the first two inches of your opening, meant to make taking an alpha's knot more pleasurable.

A gentler orgasm washes over you, leaving you limp and saughted.

"Feeling better?" Wanda asks, pulling your hair off the back of your neck.

You nod sleepily, breathing in her soothing coffee and cinnamon scent.

"You are so perfect, angel. Every inch, inside and out. I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you sign, voice drowsy.

Once her knot goes down, she'll clean you up and rub cream into your tender ass.

Later, the two of you will talk more about your insecurities and how to make you more comfortable int he pack. But for now, Wanda just holds you as you drift to sleep.

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Wanda was a pervert. There was no denying it anymore. It was easier to hide when she was unmated. With no one to project her sick little fantasies on, they remained as that. Just fantasies. Was she actually into those things or was her brain just glamorizing the whole experience?

It was a question that went unanswered until the day she met you.

Tony had gifted Wanda you as a celebration of her first full year of being in the team. At first, she was apprehensive. Wanda had never been with an omega before. It didn't help that you were so quiet.

"Alpha, please."

Fortunately, she had more than enough time to figure you out.

Wanda let out a satisfied chuckle when you whined. "Oh, so you can use your words?" She blew on the sticky wetness of your cunt just to watch you squirm. It was a bit cruel to tease you so much during your heat, but she couldn't help it. Though Wanda had claimed you several months ago, your heat cycle had yet to even out. "I'll make you feel better soon, I promise."

No on the farm told you alphas could be so…you didn't even know a word to describe how weird Wanda was being. She always took good care of you before. Compared to most other omegas, you were definitely spoiled. You didn't have a clue as to what you could've done for her to become so cruel.

"I'll be a good omega, I promise just please help me!" You tugged at Wanda's sweatpants, desperate to find some relief. "It hurts so bad." The slick dripping down your cunt was unbearable. You couldn't handle another empty orgasm. You needed to be full and you needed to be knotted. Now wasn't a time for Wanda's weird games. You used what little strength you had to roll over and present yourself properly. Head down, back stretched out, and ass up. Both of your holes were in full display. There was no way Wanda could say no to when you were like this. "Can you please knot me? I need you so bad."

Oh.

Wanda squeezed your ass before giving it a hard smack. "Awe, my omega learning how to tease me?" She tugged down her sweatpants just enough to free her dick from the confines of her boxers. Of course, she couldn't let you win that easily. You'd only get a small reward for being so bold. "Fine, your alpha will play nice just this once because you're so cute."

You purred as Wanda's tip circled your clit. Finally, after hours of denial and useless begging you were being bred like you wanted.

Wanda let out a possessive growl growl as she finally allowed herself the privilege of being inside you. Your walls were hypnotically tight. "Fuck, you feel so good." Her hands kept a firm grip on your hips. She had to be gentle. This was your first time being mated. Something between a laugh and a moan fell from her lips as she dragged her hips back. "I'm gonna get you full of my pups. Is that what you want? You want all your alpha's pup in this greedy little hole of yours."

Being in heat destroyed any inhibitions you would've had. "Mhm, just your pups." You practically sobbed. The heat in your body simmered down to something much more comfortable. An addictive medium you wanted to be stuck in forever. "It's happening, it's happening!"

"Shush, no. Hold it for me. It'll feel better if you do." She was just barely holding on herself, but Wanda had to make the moment last as long as she possibly could. "I know you wanna cum, but let me knot you first."

A disapproving whine just barely made it past your lips. "Nooo, I need to do it now!" You pleaded. It was a wonder you didn't cum the second she slipped into you with how overstimulated you were. Now she wants you to hold it? That wasn't fair at all! "You're mean!"

Wanda tsked. She really had spoiled you rotten. "Listen to your alpha, just hold on a little bit longer." It didn't take long for her knot to swell at the base and move up.

You let out a satisfied whimper as her cum painted your walls. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" The orgasm shocked your entire body. The tight knot in your stomach untied itself. You buried your face into a pillow to muffle your needy whine.

"No no no, let your alpha hear you!" She pulled your hair hard enough to pull your head up. Wanda kissed the now faded mark on your neck. Her hand massaged the bump in your stomach. "You're such a good omega, I love you so much."

You whined from the stimulation but didn't push her away. "Thank you." You whispered. The little strength you had left had all but evaporated and Wanda was the only thing holding you up right. "...Nap."

   Out in the apartment's living room, your eyes shoot to Wanda's bedroom door. Her scent has permeated almost the entire apartment, which was making your want for her even more apparent. But accompanying her lovely scent was the scent of distress and longing. You don’t think you’d ever smelled either of those scents on the Alpha before. And as if that wasn’t enough to worry you, you could also hear her grunt occasionally. And to you, those grunts sounded like she was in pain and desperate for release.

   You're startled from your thoughts by a needy whine. You shiver as you realize how much discomfort she must be in to not only release such a sound but also to do it as loudly as she has. There's only one reason an Alpha becomes so pent up during their rut and that's because they can’t have their chosen Omega. You could only hope that was you, you desperately want to help her. Make her feel better and let her claim you like you’ve wanted.

   “Wanda” you call out, knocking softly. She grunts, squeezing her eyes shut as her cock throbs from just hearing your voice.

   “N-not now” she calls back

   You huff in annoyance, curse an Alphas stubbornness. “Wans, I can smell and hear you all the way out here”

   “Oh.” she says, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “Sorry. I…I’ll uh, take a shower or something to cool off and try to be more quiet”

   “I have a better idea” you tell her, moving to unlock the two locks she has on the outside of her door to keep her confined during times like this

   Panic shoots through her, “Wait! You can’t come in here right now!!”

   “It's ok Alpha, be calm.” you reassure her as you slowly open the door. She quickly covers herself with her bedsheet and averts her gaze from you

   Your head swirls as your senses are overwhelmed by her. It makes you so much more aware of the fact that you want to be hers. Instinctively you move closer to her and she can feel her cock throb as your scent becomes stronger, she's desperate to make the pain between her thighs subside by claiming you. She needs to make you her Omega.  

   “Y/n, please…I- you…you can’t be in here. You have to go.”

   Your brows furrow, “But you're hurting. You need your chosen Omega so badly that I can hear and smell it Wans. That's never happened before, I’m worried.”

   She lowers her head as her hands fiddle with the blanket and your eyes are immediately drawn to the many rings that she wears. “I- I’m ok, really. The feeling will pass.”

   “Why does it have to?” you ask, confusing her slightly, “I mean, I don’t know if it's me so I could be making a fool out of myself right now…But if it is me, I’m right here.”

  She craves to knot you and mark you, to claim you as her own so she can protect you from the world and start a family with you. And having you here admitting your want for her, this is her chance. She’d be an absolute fool to turn you away.

   Her eyes finally meet yours, “It’s you. Please Omega, I want you.”

   You quickly make your way over to her on the bed, pulling your shirt and pants off as you go. You practically jump into her arms and she crashes her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. As she deepens the kiss she allows you to pull the sheet from her body.

   “Fuck Wans, you’re beautiful” you admit as your eyes trail over her body, “And you're so hard for me.” 

   She whimpers, “Please malysh(baby)…need you so badly.” 

   “Then what are you waiting for, make me yours.”

   She quickly switches your positions, laying against the mattress beneath her as her hands claw at your bra and underwear. You watch the way her rings glimmer in the light as her fingers flex, you can’t wait to feel them exploring your body.

   As soon as you're fully naked she wastes no time, lining herself up with your already slick folds and slowly pushing herself inside you. She moans in relief as you moan in pleasure and she kisses you once more as her hips begin to move.

   “You feel so good malysh(baby)” she rasps out as her hands wander to your breasts. She notices the way you watch them and she can feel the effect they have on you as you clench around her cock. 

   She moves one to cup your face, letting her thumb caress the apple of your cheek before running it along your lips. You kiss her digit and she gently pushes it past your lips. You suck on it, purring through your moans as she continues to fuck you.

  With how pent up she had been mixed with the joys of finally having you, she knows she won’t last terribly long, especially with you looking at her the way you are. 

   She grunts, burying her face in your neck, “My beautiful Omega. Gonna make you full with my pups.”

   “You’ll take care of me right? This isn’t just your rut making you do this?” you whimper

   Her hips stutter at the vulnerability in your voice, “Of course I’ll take care of you malysh(baby), I love you”

   “I love you too Wand, please claim me”

   Her heart soars at your admission and she can feel her knot beginning to grow. You moan as it stretches you out further, pulling her even closer by wrapping your arms around her. As soon as she locked into place her cum spills into you and you both moan as you cum, squeezing her cock even harder.

   She quickly bites your scent gland and as she pulls away you bite hers. You look up at her and she smiles, “I uh, I actually have something for you. I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to tell you how I felt and I don’t even know if you’ll want this- ”

  “Wans” you gently call, stopping her rambling by cupping her face, “Show me”

   She reaches over to her bedside stand and opens the drawer, grabbing a slim box. She nervously opens it, pulling a leather collar from within. The leather is your favorite color and the ring is heart shaped.

   “I know it takes a lot of trust in their Alpha for an Omega to want to be collared, but- ”

   “Yes” you reply, interrupting her, “I trust you Wans, and I’d love to wear it.”

   She smiles brightly before placing it around your neck, and you slowly roll your hips up into her. She moans, meeting you as best she can while still locked inside you.

   “Now pull on it as you fuck me again, Alpha.”

Your two friends rushed you to the hospital as fast as they possibly could. What the hell happened? Yeah, lately you hadn’t been feeling good, but when did it get so bad that you were passing out? Brooke carried you into the hospital doors, and a couple nurses rushed over to ask what happened.

“We don’t know! She was having trouble walking this morning, and then doubled over in pain and completely passed out.” Lexi explains, and Brooke gently sets you down on a bed that a nurse had gotten ready.

One of the nurses had paged a doctor, who made their way over to ask a few questions. “How long has she been feeling pain?”

Lexi shrugs empathetically. “We aren’t entirely sure, but she’s been missing work every now and again these past 3 month. It just never seemed this bad.”

“Alright. We are going to take her back to do a few tests and see what’s happening. One of the nurses can lead the two of you to the room she’ll be staying in,” the doctor said before taking two nurses with him further into the hospital.

After about 2 hours, a nurse came back to your room for the time being, pushed your unconscious self in your bed, and hooked up an IV and heart monitor to your body. She stated that the doctor would be coming in after he got the test results.

You looked terrible. Lexi and Brooke had seen you sick before but never to this extent. Your skin was as pale as paper with deep purple bags under your eyes. It genuinely looked like you were on death’s doorstep. Little did they know that you were.

The doctor entered the room with a solemn look. It was hard to reach a conclusion with you still being asleep, but all the tests lead to one answer. Touch Deprivation, common in omegas who have unknowingly met their soulmates or have lost their soulmates. Without proper care it will only get worse, eventually turning fatal.

“Seeing as you stated that she has been in pain for about 3 months and hasn’t gotten much physical contact in that time, we don’t have a lot of options. Do you know if she’s come into contact with her soulmate? Looking at her medical records, it doesn’t seem like she has met them yet,” the doctor explained, giving Lexi and Brooke a hopeful look. If you had met them, all they needed to do was find them and they could start the recovery process.

Lexi and Brooke felt a sense of dread overcome them. Was this because you knew who your soulmates were? Did they unknowingly help you nearly kill yourself?

“As far as I know she hasn’t met them, but she does know who they are,” Lexi says in a small voice, feeling like she is betraying your trust.

“She does? Is there a reason she is avoiding them? If they are abusive we will keep a close eye on them while they are here.”

Lexi looks down at her feet. “It’s not that. She just… she didn’t want to meet them. Her reasoning made sense at the time but now…”

The doctor frowns. “Well, do you know who her soulmate is?” —————————— You could feel yourself starting to wake, but moving felt like such a hassle. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you weren’t woken up by an outside source; whether that be your alarm, your roommates, or like more recently; searing pain. It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve been this comfortable; covered in a warm blanket, laying on a warm pillow with deft hands lightly combing through your hair. Wait, hands?

Before you’ve completely processed that thought, you're instinctively pushing yourself and the assailant off opposite sides of the twin sized bed. You hear them let out a yelp, clearly not expecting to be thrown off, and you hit the ground hard. Sitting up, you take in your surroundings and realize you’re in a… hospital? You follow the cord of the IV in your arm to the connected bag and blaring heart monitor right next to it. You can hear your attacker get up, looking around to find you. You back up, heart racing, before they finally face you, and you see one of the last faces you were wanting to see.

Wanda Maximoff.

She looks at you with a shocked, concerned expression, saying something you don’t pay any attention to because of the fact that one of your godforsaken soulmates is right in front of you, and has been coddling you in this tiny bed for God knows how long. Right as you’re about to say something, the door to the room flies open. Three nurses and a doctor, all with frantic expressions burst into the room, taking in the scene until they see you sitting on the ground. Once they spot you their tension seems to dissipate, and the doctor takes a step towards you.

“Oh, thank goodness. It was just a false alarm,” presumably referring to the still blaring heart monitor. “Glad to see you're finally awake, Kass,” the doctor says, helping you up from the ground while a nurse went around the two of you to turn off the heart monitor.

“What happened?”

“You were brought here by your roommates yesterday morning when you passed out,” the doctor answered.

Passed out? You hardly remembered yesterday morning, it felt more like trying to remember a dream than something that actually happened. And this happened yesterday? If this happened yesterday then-

“I have work! Do they know I’m-“

“From my knowledge, your roommates have contacted your workplace and have been handling everything you might have missed.” Hearing that, you let out a relieved sigh. Lexi and Brooke are handling things for you and you couldn’t be happier. God, you had no idea what you would do if you were alone.

The doctor takes out their clipboard full of important-looking papers. “Now to get on to exactly why you're here. After you were brought here, we ran some tests while you were unconscious. From the results and the testimony from your roommates, we deduced that you are suffering from touch deprivation, which can be fatal in some cases.”

Shit. This was the last thing you expected it to be. You know for a fact you hadn’t accidentally met one of your soulmates before today and seeing as you spent so much time with Lexi and Brooke, this never seemed like a possibility. How did this happen? Was it a mental thing?

The doctor continued saying, “Seeing as the pain got so bad that you had passed out from it, along with the fact that your roommates said this had been going on for at least 3 months, without having gotten any treatment this was becoming fatal rather quickly. If we weren’t able to find one of your soulmates so fast, we wouldn’t have been able to do much for you.”

You had looked at Wanda, who was looking rather timid and was unable to make eye contact with you, not at all looking like the fierce and unforgiving alpha the media painted her to be.

This was all too much, you had nearly died and for what? For your freedom? Look at where that got you, the exact place you didn’t want to be. You put your head in your hands, trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Everything was going to change now, you would have to move in with the Avengers, probably quit your job with how far the compound was from the city. You hated this, being unable to control the changes that were being thrust upon you.

The doctor must’ve been able to sense your distressed pheromones telling you, “You have been making stellar progress as you’ve been asleep, you certainly aren’t in as much pain as before, correct?” You looked back up and slowly nodded. “Fantastic, the steps to recovery are rather simple, you and Wanda will be staying here for another day or so, or until the pain is completely gone. The two of you will need to make physical contact as much as possible, whatever form that takes is up to the two of you. Also scenting is known to ease the pain as well, or marking, which is known to relieve the pain immediately.”

“Um, I think I’ll just stick to physical contact, thanks. Is there anything else?” you asked, hoping to get a second to process everything.

“Not at the moment, some nurses will come back in shortly to do a check up and bring some food. Is there anything you need from me?”

“Nope,” you quickly stated. God, how you just wanted some peace and quiet, already feeling a headache start to fester but now you questioned whether it came from your annoyance or from your recent diagnosis.

“Alright, I’ll come back later to check and see how things are going. If you need anything let one of the nurses know,” the doctor said before him and the rest of the nurses left the room, leaving just you and Wanda alone once again.

The two of you stared at each other for a long minute, seeing who would break the ice. You were giving the alpha a cold stare, clearly making her uncomfortable seeing as she was giving you the same timid look whilst anxiously shifting her feet. You quickly got bored of the intimidation, turning around in the bed to lay down facing away from her. You hear her move but don’t realize how close she is until you can feel the bed dip from her taking a seat right next to you.

You freeze up, stopping yourself from wanting to move closer since the painful tingling was starting to come back and she was the only thing that would relieve the pain.

Wanda takes a deep breath before softly saying, “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

Sorry? Why is she sorry? You both know she played no part in this happening to you. She doesn’t even know you, so why the hell should she care?

“Yeah,” you state coldly. You do not want to talk to her, you don’t even want to think about her. There were so many thoughts swirling through your head right now. Thoughts about why Wanda is here. Why did she come and help you? What’s in it for her? Thoughts that just keep contradicting each other. One part of you wants to get as far from Wanda as possible, while the stupid omega part of you wants her to get impossibly close because she just smells so good and having her hold you felt unbelievably nice. You had too much pride to just give in like that though, so even though it hurt you didn’t move.

She speaks again, “I’m glad you're getting better. We were all worried about you.”

“Why?” you say in the same tone as before.

“What?” Wanda asks, clearly confused.

“Why were you worried? Why do you care?” you say as you sit up to face her. You stare at her confused expression with a scowl.

“I- um, because you're my soulmate?” she says, even more confused than you. You knew she was going to say something along those lines and it did nothing but piss you off.

“So? You don’t know me! I could be a criminal! A murderer or, or, something! Why would you save someone you don’t even know?” you nearly yell at her. It pissed you off to no end. Why would she help someone let themselves get to this point? Someone who wouldn’t even take themselves to the doctor so as to not damage their pride.

Wanda’s face scrunches up in anger and comes back at you with the same amount of force, “What difference does any of that make? I would’ve helped you whether you were my soulmate or not, but it’s because you are that I was able to help you! Not only that, but it’s kind of in my biology to want to help you!”

“I don’t want your help!”

That seemed to have struck a nerve in Wanda because her face didn’t hold anymore anger, replaced with sadness as she seemed to shrink in on herself. Looking at you with confusion and grief, “Why?”

“Because I don’t know you! You might be fine with helping whoever, but I’m not fine with whoever helping me, especially not with the kind treatment I need!”

If your first statement didn’t hurt Wanda, this one certainly did. She looked down, fiddling with her hands. She looked like a kicked puppy. Maybe it was the omega side of you that was making you feel this way but, you couldn’t help feeling guilty looking at her. You could understand why she was upset to an extent, not only was it just pure instinct that made her want to care for you, but helping people was what she did for a living.

“Sorry, I just-“

“No, it’s okay. I understand,” she says as she looks up at you with a solemn smile.

Before either of you can say anything else, a nurse comes in with a tray of food. Wanda had moved to a chair near your bed so as to not be in the way of the nurse. She gives you the usual check up, making sure everything looks normal and noting the amount of pain you are in and giving you some medication to help the recovery process go a little bit faster. The nurse asks if you need anything and leaves you to your meal. It’s just a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a chocolate chip cookie, which you are glad for since you weren’t super hungry when you woke up. Although, this was a much more difficult task than it should be. You can hardly pick up a spoonful of the soup without your hand viscously shaking. Just as you're about to give up and just eat your cookie, Wanda moves to get up before sitting right back down.

You look at her with furrowed brows and ask, “What?”

She looks back up at you, “Oh-um, I was wondering if you wanted some help?”

You really don’t want to say yes, you want to be able to feed yourself without anyone's help. But you know you need to eat and that you can’t finish this soup on your own. You look back down at your bowl of soup and let out a small, “Yes.”

It’s easy to tell that she didn’t expect for you to say yes by the way she looks so pleasantly surprised. She comes over and sits on the side of the bed like before but slightly closer. You can tell she is trying to hide her smile but she is failing terribly. She grabs a bowl and leans in close, grabbing a spoonful of soup and guiding it to your mouth. You hadn’t been doted on like this since you were a child. Wanda was clearly enjoying this much more than you were, wiping the sides of your mouth with a napkin each time some soup dribbled out. While you weren’t enjoying this as much as Wanda seemed to have been, it admittedly felt nice. It was hard not to smile back at her when she looked so happy to be doing this and when you did her smile increased tenfold.

As you finished up the last of the soup you could feel yourself become drowsy but you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with the constant prickling on your skin. You watched Wanda take the bowl and clean up a little whilst you eat your cookie.

A flood of questions you did not know the answer to started coming back. Why was she cleaning up after you? What was in it for her? Why’d she look so happy when she was helping you? Why’d it feel so nice to have her help you? Could someone who felt so much enjoyment from helping you be that bad?

Would it really be that bad to let her help you?

It was so hard to find an answer to that question, feeling like the only reason your mind wants you near her is because of your genetics, not your actual feelings. You did not know Wanda Maximoff and from what the media thinks for her she does not seem like someone you’d want to be around. But if she was going to hurt you wouldn’t she have already? God. You felt like you had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other with your conflicting thoughts and questions about Wanda, and you couldn’t tell if the thoughts rooting for Wanda were from the angel or the devil.

Before you can start any more debate with yourself, Wanda turns back to you with a smile on her face and hands on her hips, looking proud to have helped. It took all of your willpower not to match her goofy grin. Wanda is about to say something before you let out a big yawn, closing your eyes and covering your mouth. She lets out a small giggle and you give her the stink eye.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, I just- you're really cute when you yawn,” Wanda says with a giggle and smile.

That makes your face heat up a hundred degrees. As to not cause yourself any more embarrassment, you lay down in bed and face the opposite direction.

Wanda lets out a sigh before saying, “You're probably tired so you should get some rest and I’ll just stay in this chair. If you start feeling any pain again let me know.”

You can hear the chair scrape against the floor as Wanda takes a seat again. You can feel your eyes start to droop and desperately want to go to sleep but know from previous experiences that sleeping when it felt like someone was constantly pinching you all over your body was going to be a difficult task.

You were probably tossing and turning for 20 minutes before Wanda asked, “Are you okay?”

You let out a huff and start to grind your teeth. It’s not like you want to be in pain but how are you supposed to feel comfortable laying with someone you hardly know? Did you feel uncomfortable when you woke up though? She was so gentle when combing through your hair and she just smelt so-

“Kass?”

You look back at Wanda standing over you now looking at you with a soft but concerned expression. It feels as if the longer you look at her the more you want to be close to her, the more you want to be surrounded by her delicious scent. Without saying a word you turn back over and scoot further away from her, leaving enough space for her to slip into the bed behind you. When she doesn’t seem to get the hint, you look back at her and see her still standing there now looking confused with a small pout on her face. It is so hard to not smile at the cute expression she’s making, so you quickly turn back around and say, “Come on.”

Wanda then slips into the bed beside you and wraps her arms around you. You slightly maneuver yourself to get comfortable before stating, “Okay, some ground rules. No unnecessary touching and no scenting. Got it?”

“Got it. Anything else?” Wanda asks.

“Um, can you comb my hair with your fingers again? It, um, it felt nice.”

You can hear the smile in Wanda’s voice when she replies with, “Of course, sweetheart.”

It felt like a knock off Twilight series, but it was reality. Your girlfriend, mate, is a werewolf. The first few mornings after you two "mated," you'd trace the lining around the bite on your neck. Each time it brought goosebumps to your skin, very much as sensitive as when she first placed it there.

She wasn't around too much. Sliding out of bed early in the morning and coming back at night fall. Leaving each time with a kiss pressed to the column of your neck or cheek.

As the sun set, you'd find yourself waiting for her arrival. Loving the feeling of her arms sliding around your waist, her lips trailing up your neck. You enjoyed the hushed conversations before you both fell asleep, her arm slung around your waist. Asking about her day, chatting about plans for tomorrow, learning all the more about her world... it was intimate, cozy, expected. The world from before slowed down to this, the clock ticking slower before the rabbit caught up.

She had started showing up later. Missing dinner, missing your conversations before bed, missing the comfortable routine you’d built together. It stirred a quiet concern in you, and you wished more than ever that you could feel her through the mating bond. But yours was weak, and without knowing she was blocking her emotions from you, you only felt more distant.

The past few nights you've fallen asleep and woken up without even seeing her, feeling her slip into bed. You wondered if she even came home if it weren't for the warm spot behind you.

From her side. She knew you knew what it meant. What a rut is, what it means... but she also knows you don't know what it truly means. You've never experienced it before, seen it... you're still incredibly new to her world, she didn't want to scare you away. She's done that before.

She's told herself a plan. That she'd just stay with her pack in the deep forest, far far away to wait it out. As absurd and terrible as it for her body and your relationship. The fear of driving you away was stronger.

On a day you usually leave the house, heading into town to grab a couple items from the market, is the day she heads over to grab a few things. She opens the door to your bedroom, and is stopped at the sight of you naked. Your backside, sliding a shirt over. She shuts the door, her hand gripping the door. Chest expanding and exhaling faster.

She hears you inside, "Wanda...?"

You're probably confused. She's seen you naked before. When you two mated. Poor thing, is all she thinks, you probably think she's shy for walking in on you.

You pull the shirt on, walking to the door and pushing it open with a little more force than you thought. She lets go of the door as you push it open, stepping back, body tense. Your eyebrows furrow.

"Wanda...?"

She has a hand over her face, her eyes shut. Willing herself to calm, relax before she speaks because if she were to now she'd the shut the door behind the two of you, and guide you right to your bed.

"Are you... alright?"

You cross your arms, awaiting an answer, trying to read her. You sigh, "I didn't go into town today because there's this supposed-"

"God," she curses your name, wondering about your small cabin with determined pace. "I'm about to start my rut."

You freeze, the earlier story falling off your lips, "storm... tomorrow... what....?"

She should leave. She turns on her heel. You blink and your chests rising and falling at a pace as you're walked back against the doorframe. Her advancing on you, caging you before tilting her head down to capture your lips. Her eyebrows furrow, focused, a hand coming to tug your waist towards her.

Your arms wrapping around her neck, a surprised sound escaping you when her lips met yours in passion. You've made out a couple times, and this felt different. Her arms wrap around your legs, wrapping them around her waist.

You're gasping for air, loosing any sense of anything fast. You can barely breathe in before her lips are on yours again. Your hands tug at her auburn hair, gripping at the scalp. You clench around nothing, feeling hot between your legs already. And god can she smell it.

She pulls back a second, listening to your ragged breath. Foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes are shut tight, pupils blown.

"I need you to tell me if I ever go far," she husks. "Okay? Answer me."

You're only just catching your breath and she tosses this at you. You're a bit confused, "W-wanda... what...? I.."

"Just answer me. If I go to far, will you tell me?"

"Yes! Yes...? But..." she's cutting you off again, lips brushing against the mark on your neck. A choked keen escapes you, nails digging into her shoulders. Each lick across the skin, open mouth kisses drag you further and further into some lava pool of arousal. It swirls all throughout you, heating you, melting any thoughts that aren't about her.

She carries you into your room, slamming the door shut behind the two of you with her heel. Uncaring about everything in the world except for you in this moment.

Dazed by her ministrations already, you're just focused on how she's making you feel, not about how she's already moved you onto your bed. Her warm hands feel up your shirt have you squirming until she's grasping at your breasts.

You hum, appreciative as she fondles them. As your shirt rides up all the more, she leans in. Her lips brushing your skin. Kissing, sliding around, licking at your nipples to hear you gasp her name.

Your legs slide open as a hand drifts away its attention from your breast. The moment she cups your hot and already wet cunt even over your sleep shorts, you whine for her. The smell washes over her, and all sense of before is lost.

She doesn't even take the time to fully discard your clothes. She only slides it, adjusts it so she touches you directly. Your wetness gathered at her fingers is already being brought to her lips, tasting you. Her tongue licking in the space between her middle and first finger.

You watch in strange satisfaction, need. And your reaction to the sight is to slide your legs open all the more, biting your nail, eyeing her. All clothes are strewn about. More foreplay. Her hand guiding yours down her abdomen, kissing again and again... the smell of arousal filling the room, with the faintest hint of jasmine. Her matured scent.

She tugs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Sheets falling along with you. Each leg wraps around her face, settling her right where she wants to be. Your fingers curl around the pillow behind your head, whimpering so sweetly into the air as she drags her tongue flat atop your clit. You sound amazing. Of course you do. A record she’d be more than happy to break to hear the same moans again and again and again and again.

She slides her tongue between your folds, pushing even further to press her tongue into you. Breeching your entrance. You leak around her tongue, hips squirming around. Gripping the pillow tight.

"Mm! Oh!"

Each little sound getting breathier, almost quiet. Your walls squeezing her tongue, shaking as you come down from your first high of the night. She's removing herself so fast. Spreading you however she pleases. Eyes dark taking in the sight before her. Your breasts rising and falling, pussy wide open for her. Glistening.

She slides a hand down towards you, her middle finger finding its way inside you. Stretching you one finger at a time. Truly feeling you clench around her now. She's had you before and she can't even believe it herself that such time has gone by and she's not done this.... She agrees internally that she should do this every night... morning...

Her fingers prod, angling directly to hit a spot that breaks you down more than others. Finding where you're sensitive. Each spot she targets, breaking you down more than you thought possible. You pant beneath her, dizzyingly pushing back against her fingers. rolling your hips despite your second orgasm.

Satisfaction swells inside her when you whine in need when she pulls her fingers out of you. Three were once shoving themselves in you, relentless, to watch you arch into her.

She brushes her sweaty hair back with fingers that were just inside you. With a vision blurry, you trace down her body. Her face, one you love. And her body, one you desire.

You reach for her, brushing her cheek. And without asking, she knows. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours again. Tongues meeting, mingling. And you spend a moment like that. Wrapped in each other, kissing till you feel your lips will fall off. Her hands, god how you love them, grip your thighs. She brings them to wrap around her waist, all so she can slide her painfully hard dick between your folds.

You pant quick, breaking the kiss as she rubs about at your entrance. The bed beneath you, sheets of green now look as if they've merged with the forest themselves with the darker shade due to you leaking about. She slides it about on her length before she presses the tip at your entrance. A short gasp escape you at the feeling, at the knowledge.

Each slow inch she pushes in. Teeth gritting, grinding. She's really trying to hold everything back, and she truly can't help herself by indulging a couple full length thrusts. It's hypnotizing to watch your breasts move about in this angle, to watch your expression contort in pleasure.

She bends and moves you about to however she wants. Finding different reasons why she likes different positions, manhandling you into whatever she prefers. At whatever mercy she chooses.

On your back. Her lips sliding messily all over your breasts, kissing and bitting. Even sucking right on your nipple to make you keen harder.

Your side, her hands holding you wide. Thrusting her hips right into you. You couldn't get enough yourself. Her hot breath on your ear, whispering hot nothings. Dirty talk. Biting and nipping your ear.

Your hands and knees.... your chest and knees. Hands desperately grabbing the torn sheets under you. Moaning into the bed at each individual thrust.

Moans falling all over the room.

"Wanda! Wanda... ah.. ah... ah.. oh!"

You find she loves having you on her lap. Large hands enveloping your thighs, assisting you in moving you on her length. She lets your body drop back down on her, hands guiding your hips to grind around on her length. The feeling makes her head fall back, bite her lip, curse into the air.

"God, fuck... fuck, just like that.... fuck yourself on me."

You're exhausted. Dazed. Dizzy. Mindless. Full of her, even to the point it leaks from you. She knots you, stopping a moment. Other times, she's still contained to push in deeper. Mesmerized by your hole sucking her in. And at one time, she's even thrusted it in and out of you, watching it slide and move about. Twitch as she fills you again and again.

Every conscious thought has all combined into one. To get you so full of her there's not even one single doubt of pregnancy in either of your minds. That when she's done, there's some weird change you're confirmed to be carrying her pup by tomorrow morning.

And all the while, she's still going. Behind you now, thrusting into you. A hand over your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you shudder under her yet again. Rolling your hips with her thrusts, muffled whimpers and cries.

Your pussy is red, swollen, fucked. Slick too... A mix of saliva, cum, and your wetness. It clenches whenever she pulls out, empty, contorted to her size. A choked and drained whine escapes you as she licks up the side of your neck. Biting down on the mating mark. A full body jolt at the feeling.

"Alpha," you mumble, voice sore.

She hums, almost purring. Nuzzling into you, stuffed herself in you yet again. This time from behind. Your back arched to meet where her hips are tugging back, guiding both of you back from being connected. You whine a little, so very sensitive. She says it all in your ear directly, breath hot against the side of your sweaty face. Her hand gripping at your hair, tugging your head back painfully.

"This, all of you... you all belong to me," she says, completely serious. "Your body, your mind, soul, pussy. It's all for me forever. All of you. You're mine."

She presses a kiss to your mark, feeling you nod. Tired, exhausted. Her knot slides loose again, cum falling onto the sheets that're in dire need of a wash. Full of your scents. But you know later you'll have to fight Wanda on getting the sheets washed. If she had it her way, she'd have it stay this way forever.

She looks down at you. hips collapsing onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your body. Unable to hold the position she referenced as presenting yourself. Fully sinking into the bed, panting. Wanda lays on the spot beside you, herself pushing towards the front of the haze she's been in. She turns toward you, gently lifting your face so your eyes meet hers.

"Baby…" her voice gentle, nurturing, concerned. "Are you alright....?"

You nod, nuzzling into her hand. Your breathing is still uneven, chest rising and falling as you try to steady yourself.

“Yeah,” you murmur after a moment, voice a little breathless. “Just… tired.”

Wanda studies you carefully, her eyes moving over your face as if searching for any sign you’re pushing yourself too far. When she doesn’t find what she fears, some of the tension in her shoulders eases. Her hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your forehead rests against hers.

“You pushed yourself,” she says quietly, not scolding—just stating it, the concern still lingering in her tone.

You let out a small huff of a laugh, eyes slipping shut. “Maybe a little...?"

Her lips press softly to your temple, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “Next time,” she murmurs, “you tell me when you’re getting close to your limit.”

“I wanted to keep going,” you admit softly. "I want to ke..."

“No.... but I understand,” she replies, her voice warm with affection. “But I like you better when you’re not about to pass out on me.”

That earns a faint smile from you. Wanda shifts beside you, easing you further into the pillows and pulling the blanket up over both of you. Her arm wraps around your waist, holding you close in a way that feels grounding after the intensity of moments before.

“Just breathe,” she murmurs, her fingers lazily tracing along your side. “I’ve got you.”

Your breathing gradually slows, the room settling into a quiet calm as the last of the tension fades. Wanda presses another soft kiss to your hairline, staying close, watching over you as you recover in the warmth of her arms.

note: soo..... sorry for the taglist, I just did everyone from the last fic here. Not that you all would want to read this. I just know you wanted to read the first, and here's part two IF you'd like to :)

Wanda notices instantly.

Her coat slips from her shoulders and onto the nearby chair as she crosses the room, concern replacing the easy smile she wore a moment ago. The basket lowers onto the table with a soft thud before she moves closer, her hands finding your arms, steady and careful.

Her eyes search your face.

“Are you alright, lovie?”

You hum in response, your face scrunching slightly as the lingering scent of the apples still turns your stomach. It’s subtle, but Wanda catches it immediately—the small shift in your expression, the way your shoulders tense.

Without a word, she reaches for the basket again. The apples disappear from the table, carried across the cabin and set much farther away, near the door where the breeze from the cracked window might carry their scent out.

Only then does she return to you.

Stepping back into your space, Wanda’s hands come up gently, warm palms cupping your face as she tilts your head just enough to look at you properly. Her thumb brushes lightly along your cheek while her other hand presses softly against your forehead, checking your temperature out of quiet habit.

Her brows knit together in concern as she studies you.

“You feeling okay?” she asks softly.

“Yeah… yeah. Only a little nauseous…”

The answer makes her expression fall just slightly, the concern in her eyes deepening as she studies your face a moment longer. Her thumb brushes along your cheek, slow and comforting, as if she could smooth the feeling away with touch alone.

“Aw, my love…” she murmurs, voice warm with quiet sympathy. “Please rest. I can take care of dinner and all.”

She doesn’t give you much room to argue. One gentle hand settles at your back while the other takes your wrist, guiding you carefully toward the bedroom. Wanda moves with that steady patience she always has with you—tucking you beneath the blankets, adjusting the pillow behind your head, lingering just long enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead before stepping away.

You’re half-drowsing when she leaves the room, the sounds of her moving around the cabin drifting faintly from the other side of the wall.

At the time, it feels like nothing more than a passing sickness.

Just a little nausea. A moment of dizziness. Something that should fade by morning.

But it doesn’t.

It only gets worse when you’re hunched over the toilet the next morning, the cold edge of the porcelain pressing into your forearms while your stomach twists again. The cabin is still dim with early light, quiet except for the small sounds you try, and fail, to keep down.

Behind you, the bed shifts.

Wanda sits up slowly, the sheets sliding down her body as she blinks through the sleep still clinging to her. Your name leaves her lips in a low, groggy murmur, concern threading through it almost instantly when she realizes where you are.

She’s beside you moments later.

Her hand gathers your hair back gently while the other steadies your shoulder, rubbing slow circles between them until the worst of it passes. She doesn’t rush you, doesn’t ask too many questions. When you’re finished, she helps you rinse your mouth, guiding you carefully back to bed like you might tip over if she lets go.

“Easy,” she murmurs, settling you beneath the blankets again.

Her hand stays on your back for a long while after.

You brush it off as a stomach bug. Something you must have eaten. Something that will pass. That’s what you tell her when she asks again later, brows furrowed with quiet worry. You even manage a small smile to convince her. But in the back of your mind, something else whispers.

The thought sits there, small and persistent, impossible to ignore once it appears. You push it away.

The next day, everything feels sharper. Your nerves are wound tight, irritation lingering just beneath the surface, and when Wanda asks a simple question about whether you’re feeling better, the response that leaves you is sharper than you mean for it to be.

“You’ve asked me that three times already,” you snap.

The words hang in the air the moment they leave your mouth. Wanda stills slightly, surprise flickering across her face before she smooths it away. She doesn’t snap back, doesn’t challenge you. Instead she simply nods once, taking a quiet step back like she’s giving you space you clearly need.

“Alright,” she says softly.

But her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than usual, something thoughtful, and faintly worried, settling there. She knows something is off, but seeing your response, she decides to leave it alone for now.

Later that afternoon she prepares to leave for the village again, the routine familiar now. Before stepping out the door, she pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead.

“Rest,” she murmurs. “I’ll be back soon.”

Then she’s gone. The cabin feels too quiet once the door closes behind her. And the thought you’ve been trying to ignore finally pushes its way to the front of your mind.

Before you can convince yourself not to, you make the trip into town. It’s longer than you remember, the path stretching out beneath your feet while your thoughts spin endlessly. By the time you reach the small store, your hands are already slightly unsteady.

You buy two. Just in case.

The walk back feels even longer, the paper bag crinkling faintly in your grip. By the time you reach the cabin again, your heart is beating far too fast for such a simple thing.

Inside, the world feels strangely quiet. You sit on the edge of the bed with the boxes in your hands, staring at them for a long moment. Your fingers tremble as you open the first one. Then the second.

By the time you’re standing in the bathroom, the world feels distant somehow, like the edges of everything have gone slightly blurred. Your hands shake as you hold the tests, your breath shallow, your heart pounding loudly in your ears while you wait. The waiting is the worst part.

The cabin is silent around you, the quiet so complete it almost feels loud. You set the tests down on the edge of the sink because your hands won’t stop shaking long enough to hold them steady, fingers gripping the counter while you try to breathe normally.

It’s only supposed to take a few minutes. It feels like an hour.

Your eyes keep drifting back to them despite yourself, heart thudding painfully in your chest every time you look away again. You pace once across the small bathroom, then back again, like moving might somehow slow your thoughts.

It doesn’t.

The idea keeps circling in your mind, growing heavier the longer you stand there. Every little moment from the past week creeps back in—the nausea, the dizziness, the strange cravings that vanished the moment the apples were actually in front of you.

Your stomach twists again. Eventually, you force yourself to look.

You pick up the first test slowly, like it might change if you move too fast. Your eyes focus on the small window, your breath catching before you even fully register what you’re seeing.

Two lines.

Your heart stutters.

For a second your brain refuses to process it, like the meaning of it is too large to settle properly. You stare at it longer than necessary, hoping maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.

They aren’t. Your hands shake harder as you grab the second one.

Two lines again.

The world seems to tilt slightly, your vision going unfocused around the edges while you lower yourself onto the closed lid of the toilet. The tests sit in your hands like something fragile, something impossibly real.

Pregnant.

The word settles heavily in your chest. Wanda’s child.

Your gaze drifts down to your stomach without thinking, your palm resting there slowly, almost uncertainly, like you’re trying to feel something that isn’t there yet. A shaky breath leaves you as a small smile threatens to form, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The realization settles warm and bright in your chest, pushing past the nerves for a moment.

All you can think about is telling her.

You imagine the look on Wanda’s face when she hears. The way her eyes would soften, the way her hands would find yours without hesitation. The thought alone makes your chest tighten with something close to joy.

You want to tell her immediately.

But by the time night falls and the familiar sound of the cabin door opening echoes through the house, doubt has already started creeping in around the edges.

Wanda greets you the same way she always does after returning from the village—arms wrapping around you the moment she sees you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to study your face.

You almost say it then. The words rise right to the back of your throat. But they never make it out.

Instead, you make small conversation while the two of you settle in for the evening, talking about the day, about the small things that feel easier to say out loud. You tell yourself you’re easing into it, finding the right moment, the right way to share something so big.

You just haven’t figured out how yet.

At some point the conversation drifts, the way it sometimes does, toward her village.

It starts harmless enough. A comment about one of the elders, something she mentions in passing. But the topic slowly shifts into something heavier—the old traditions, the expectations her pack still clings to.

You listen quietly as she speaks.

“There are still some who believe…” Wanda starts, pausing as if choosing her words carefully, “that an alpha should only mate within the pack.”

The words sit uncomfortably between you. Your fingers fidget lightly with the edge of the blanket, one she's brought back for you. Your thoughts suddenly louder than they were a moment ago.

“But the Moon Goddess chooses mates,” you say after a moment, your voice quieter than you intend. “So… why would it matter if one of them is human?”

Wanda’s gaze softens immediately when she looks at you.

“It shouldn’t,” she answers simply.

There’s certainty in her voice, but something more complicated flickers behind her eyes—something tied to the pack, to the traditions she grew up in. Your chest tightens again. You nod slowly, letting the conversation drift away to something lighter not long after.

But the words you meant to say never come.

Later that night, lying beside her with her arm draped loosely across your waist, you stare quietly at the ceiling while her breathing evens out beside you.

Your hand rests unconsciously over your stomach again. You’ll tell her.

Just not like this.

Not in the middle of a conversation that leaves your chest feeling heavy. You want it to be special. Something she’ll remember forever. A sweet surprise.

So you make a quiet decision in the dark. You’ll plan something. And then you’ll tell her.

Breakfast is quiet, the soft sounds of the cabin filling the space between you—cutlery against plates, the faint crackle of the stove still warm from cooking. It feels like any other morning.

You’re halfway through a bite when Wanda speaks.

Casual. Almost too casual.

“I want to bring you to the village.”

The words land before your brain fully catches up to them.

Your heart drops.

You pause mid-bite, the fork hovering halfway to your mouth as your eyes lift slowly to meet hers across the table. For a second you just stare, trying to figure out if you heard her correctly.

She’s watching you carefully, elbows resting lightly on the table, fingers laced together like she’s been thinking about this for a while.

The room suddenly feels much smaller.

Your chest tightens as a hundred thoughts rush in at once—the whispers you’ve overheard before, the quiet disapproval you’ve felt even from a distance, the conversation you had just nights ago about humans and alphas.

And the secret sitting quietly inside you.

You swallow slowly, lowering the fork back to your plate.

“Your… village?” you ask, your voice softer than you intend.

Wanda nods once.

“My pack,” she says, her tone steady, though her eyes search your face like she’s trying to read every flicker of your reaction. “I think it’s time they meet you.”

Your heart starts beating faster.

“I—um… I’m honored… I’d love to.”

The words come out a little uneven, but they’re honest. Even with the nerves twisting in your stomach, the idea of finally seeing that part of her life—of being brought there by her—means something.

Wanda smiles when you say it.

But it’s different from her usual ones.

It stretches across her lips, polite and warm on the surface, yet it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There’s a tightness there, subtle but noticeable if you know her well enough.

Almost like she’s smiling through her teeth.

You pack a small bag that afternoon.

Nothing too big—just enough for a few days. A change of clothes, a few small necessities, things that feel oddly insignificant when folded into the overnight bag resting on your bed.

You’ve technically been there before. But the memory of it sits in your mind like something half-dreamed. Waking from a fever, voices around you, the lingering tension of an argument you barely remember before you’d stormed away into the woods. Everything from that time feels blurred at the edges. This will be the first time you see it clearly.

Wanda helps without hovering. She leans against the doorframe at first, watching you pack before gently stepping in when she notices you reaching for things you won’t need.

“It’s not as modern as here,” she reminds you softly, laughing softly.

She explains small things as you go. What you’ll need, what you won’t. Her voice stays calm and patient, guiding rather than correcting. It feels oddly grounding, the simple act of packing together.

Soon enough, the bag is zipped closed. The walk there begins not long after.

The path through the forest feels both familiar and distant at the same time. Leaves crunch beneath your feet while the trees stretch tall around you, the air cooler the deeper you go.

Wanda walks beside you, her hand loosely holding yours as she leads the way. Every now and then she squeezes your fingers gently, guiding you around roots or over uneven ground. The forest grows quieter the farther you travel. And then the village appears. Your steps slow almost immediately.

Your hands tighten around the strap of your bag without you realizing it. You’ve spent so many nights listening to Wanda talk about this place—about her people, the traditions, the way the pack moves and lives together. You know the stories. You’ve accepted this world as part of her.

But knowing it… and standing inside it… are two very different things.

As you follow just behind her into the clearing, the shift is immediate. Eyes turn. Conversations quiet. But as Wanda moves through them, their attention inevitably drifts to you walking just behind her.

And suddenly every step feels much heavier, and you attempt to step closer to her to feel more comfort in such an unknown area. Also as someone living in the mountains, you rarely come across people except for when you head to the very small "town" that's a decent travel from your cabin.

After a few greetings and nods exchanged with members of the pack, she keeps walking, guiding you straight toward her place. Her presence parts the small clusters of people easily, her hand resting lightly against the small of your back as she leads you along the worn path.

It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing open the door. She steps aside immediately, holding it open for you as you step inside.

For a moment you simply stand there, taking it all in.

It’s different from your cabin—simpler, older in its construction. The scent of wood and dried herbs lingers faintly in the air. Her bed sits against the far wall, layered in thick furs instead of blankets, the texture rough but warm-looking even from where you stand.

The furniture is sturdy, carved wood rather than anything polished or modern. And then your eyes catch something that makes your chest soften.

The flowers.

A few small bundles sit in simple vases along the table and windowsill—the same ones you’d gathered and given to her during one of her last visits. They’ve been carefully arranged, their colors still bright against the darker tones of the room. It's incredibly sweet that she's kept them.

Your bag slips from your shoulder and lands quietly near the door as you look around, curiosity pulling your gaze from one detail to the next.

Behind you, Wanda watches. She leans casually against the doorframe for a moment, arms loosely crossed as she observes the way you take in the space. There’s something almost proud in the way her eyes follow you, a quiet satisfaction settling in her chest.

Like she’s been waiting for this moment—waiting to see you here, in her world, looking at it with genuine interest rather than hesitation.

Her gaze softens slightly.

“You like it?” she asks, her voice low but warm.

"I love it," you respond back, keeping the same tone.

She pushes off the doorframe and walks toward you, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her steps.

“I know this is a lot,” she says gently, her voice quieter now that the two of you are alone. Her eyes move over your face, studying you the way she always does when she’s checking that you’re truly alright.

Her hand finds your arm, thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of your sleeve.

“So please… just rest tonight. I’ll bring dinner back, and tomorrow we can start slow introductions.” She pauses, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll give you a tour.”

The plan sounds perfect. You nod, feeling some of the tightness in your chest ease at the thought of having time—time to settle in, time to breathe, time to adjust to being here before facing the rest of the pack.

Being inside her space helps too. Her scent lingers everywhere, warm and grounding, wrapped into the furs on the bed and the wood of the walls. Even in an unfamiliar place, it feels strangely comforting.

She notices the way you relax slightly. Wanda smiles softly at that, stepping closer until her hand lifts to cup your cheek. She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter before pulling away.

“I won’t be long,” she murmurs.

Then she steps back, giving you one last glance before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in her home while the sounds of the village hum quietly outside. And you completely forget about the child growing inside of you.

The light wakes you slowly the next morning.

It slips through the window in soft streaks, pale and warm against the wooden walls. There’s no blaring alarm, no sudden noise pulling you awake—just the quiet brightness of morning settling across the room.

You shift beneath the quilt and furs, the thick layers rustling softly as you turn. She’s sprawled comfortably across the bed, one arm half-tucked beneath the pillow, her hair loose and messy from sleep. The early light brushes across her face, catching the faint crease between her brows as she begins to stir.

You move just enough to face her fully. The furs drag slightly as you shift closer, the warmth of the bed making it harder to leave. For a moment you simply watch her wake, the slow way her breathing changes as the light reaches her.

She hums softly, the sound low in her chest. Her eyes stay closed as she wakes, lashes fluttering slightly while she stretches one arm lazily across the bed until it bumps lightly against you.

“Morning,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

A faint smile tugs at her lips before she cracks one eye open just enough to look at you.

“You looking forward to the tour…?”

“I am…”

Your answer comes softly, but it’s honest.

The morning passes quickly after that. Once you’re both dressed and out the door, Wanda begins guiding you through the village the way she promised she would. Her hand rests lightly at your back as the two of you walk, a quiet grounding presence as you step out into the main area together.

She starts with the central buildings.

Each one holds a purpose she explains as you move along—where the pack gathers for meetings, where food is prepared and shared, where supplies are stored. Her voice stays calm and steady as she talks, occasionally pausing to point something out or answer the small questions you ask.

It’s all new. The buildings, the paths winding between them, the rhythm of the village moving around you. People passing by with baskets, quiet conversations drifting through the air, the steady life of the pack unfolding in a way you’ve only ever heard Wanda describe before.

But one thing stays the same. The smiles.

Each greeting comes with that same tight-lipped politeness as Wanda introduces you. Heads nod, voices offer brief welcomes, but the warmth never quite reaches their eyes. And you brush it off, ignoring it for now, but it does make your heart beat stutter.

The last building she leads you toward sits slightly apart from the others. It’s larger than the rest, the wood darker with age, the doorway carved with markings that look older than anything else you’ve seen in the village. Wanda slows slightly as the two of you approach, her presence beside you steady.

“The elders,” she explains quietly.

The words settle in your chest with a strange familiarity.

You don’t truly know them—not really. But you’ve heard about them so many times during quiet nights spent in bed beside Wanda. The stories she’s shared about the pack, the traditions they guard, the way their word still carries weight here.

You remember their names, their roles, the way she once described their personalities with a mixture of respect and frustration.

The door creaks softly as Wanda pushes it open. The room inside is dimmer than the bright morning outside, the light filtering through narrow windows along the walls. A long wooden table sits at the center, and several figures are already seated around it, their low conversation fading almost instantly when the two of you step inside.

The shift in attention is immediate.

Their gazes move first to Wanda, respectful, steady, acknowledging their alpha’s presence without question. But it doesn’t take long before those same eyes settle on you standing just behind her.

The room grows quiet.

You feel the weight of their attention in a way that’s impossible to ignore, your shoulders drawing slightly inward as Wanda steps further into the room. She doesn’t hesitate though, her posture calm and confident as she approaches the table.

“My mate,” she says simply.

The silence stretches, heavy and almost tangible. One elder, seated at the head of the table, inclines their head slightly toward Wanda before looking back at you. The motion is polite but deliberate, the barest hint of acknowledgment without warmth.

“This is my mate,” Wanda says simply, her voice calm.

The elder’s gaze flickers to you, sharp but measured. They do not rise, do not smile. Instead, their eyes linger, noting the way you stand, the way you breathe.

“You are human,” the elder says finally, their tone neutral, almost clinical.

“She’s human,” they repeat, incredulous this time, turning their gaze toward Wanda.

“I’m aware,” Wanda begins, calm but firm.

The elder raises a hand, interrupting. “I don’t think you’re aware—this—”

But Wanda cuts them off. “I don’t give a single shit what you have to say. Truly.”

For a moment, the room stills. The elder’s expression contorts—first into shock, then frustration, as if Wanda’s bluntness is almost physically jarring. Their voice rises slightly, disapproving and scolding. “Wanda…”

She doesn’t flinch. Her eyes lock on theirs, unwavering. “You’re only going to try and lecture me because this is new, because it challenges the way you think, because you write it off as some amorphous thing you’re afraid of. When it’s perfectly fine.”

The elder’s gaze hardens, jaw tight. “It’s not perfectly fine, Wanda. She’s human. Why do you think we stay so far out in the forest? Why we hide so carefully? Because people like her have killed us—they killed your own mother.”

Wanda’s lips tighten, a flash of anger sparking in her eyes. “Oh, yeah sure let’s label them all the same. What stands is that the Moon Goddess set us together. If it were not allowed, this wouldn’t happen. It can be a bridge between us again."

The elder leans forward slightly, voice low but sharp, each word measured. “It’ll be a repeat of history, Maximoff. You know this well yourself.”

Wanda steps closer, not aggressive, but unyielding. Her hand hovers just near yours—not to touch, not yet—but enough that the air seems to hum with quiet protection. “History isn’t a prophecy. It’s something we choose to repeat—or not. And I choose not.”

The room goes still, the other elders exchanging glances, tension crackling in the quiet. None dare interrupt her further, at least for the moment.

“Anything else…?” Wanda’s voice is steady.

No words come. Only a single, long sigh from the head elder, heavy with disapproval, carrying the clear message that this conversation is far from over.

Wanda’s fingers curl around yours, warm and grounding, and without a word she leads you toward the door.

The argument hadn’t even been yours, yet the tension still rings in your ears, prickling along your skin like static electricity. You keep your steps light behind her, hesitant but unwilling to pull away.

“Wanda… Wanda, please—what’s going on?” you murmur, voice soft, barely above the whisper of your own pulse.

She glances down at you as you step into the fresh air outside, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes soften, but her grip on your hand doesn’t loosen.

“Nothing that you need to worry about,” she says, though her tone carries both reassurance and the weight of what just happened. “Let’s just… take a walk. Clear our heads.”

You nod slowly, heart still hammering, and follow her through the clearing, each step carrying the echo of the elders’ disapproval behind you. The forest swallows the sound of your footsteps, the trees standing tall and still as silence stretches between the two of you.

Your chest tightens, and words begin spilling out before you can stop them, each one loaded with worry, doubt, and the lingering tension from inside the elders’ hall.

“No… no, whatever you’re thinking from that, don’t,” Wanda interrupts, her voice firm but quiet, carrying through the still air. She steps closer, hands brushing lightly against yours. “I haven’t tried to hide this from you. I just… I don’t want this to be a battle you have to fight. I want this to be on me. I’ll fix it.”

You glance toward her, uncertain. “But what if you can’t…?” Your gesture sweeps back toward the village, the memory of the elders’ cold, tight-lipped stares still prickling at your skin. “They seem pretty set in their ways. What would they do if they continued to disagree with you…?”

Wanda tilts her head slightly, a small, confident smile tugging at her lips as she squeezes your hand. “Nothing. They’d do nothing.”

Your eyes widen slightly, disbelief flickering across your features. “Wanda… come on… that’s—”

She cuts you off gently but firmly, resting a hand on your cheek to still the motion. Her gaze is steady, unwavering, and you feel the weight behind her words. “I’ve chosen you, the goddess designed us to be mated. If they disagree, it’s their problem, not ours. You don’t need to carry that burden, not now, not ever. Do you understand?”

You swallow, heart pounding in your chest, and slowly nod. Her certainty hums through you, grounding and fierce, and for the first time since entering her world, you feel a fraction of the safety and strength she promises.

"Besides they're like grains of sand. They'll wither away and take their ways along with them."

"Wanda..."

"Hopefully soon."

You wake to the soft light of morning, the sheets pulled back where Wanda had risen earlier. The bed feels impossibly empty, and for a long moment, you just lie there, staring at the ceiling, waiting.

Waiting for her to return.

Her absence presses down on your chest. You shift beneath the furs, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to quell the fluttering panic. But it only grows, coiling tighter in your chest with every second she doesn’t appear. You try to tell yourself it doesn't matter, replay Wanda's words in your mind, but it does not do too much. You don't feel enough closure to knock off your overthinking.

Eventually, you push yourself up, heart hammering, and step quietly out of the bed. You dress quickly, sleep still thick in your movements, and begin walking toward the part of the village where you think she might be.

The forest path stretches before you, familiar yet threatening now. Every glance from the pack members you pass feels heavy. They avoid eye contact, moving aside politely, their polite smiles tight and measured. Your stomach twists with every step, every sideways glance. They’re judging me.

Your thoughts spin faster, unrelenting. You tell yourself Wanda said not to worry, that she’d handle it—but the words feel distant, almost meaningless compared to the looks you’re catching, the way the village seems to watch you like you’re intruding.

Then you hear it. Her voice. And another. The elder.

“…I don’t think she understands yet. This isn’t simply a matter of choice,” the elder says, calm and cutting. Wanda begins to answer, but stops mid-word, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Your chest tightens. The words—what they imply—slap against your thoughts like a wave, and all the insecurity, doubt, and fear you’ve been holding back crashes through at once. You can’t take it.

Tears prick at your eyes, blurring the edges of the village around you. You turn and sprint, heart hammering, legs carrying you back toward Wanda’s home as fast as they can. The world smears past, your vision streaked with panic and shame.

In your rush, you knock over a small crate, the crash echoing through the clearing. And then she feels it. A pull through the bond, sharp and familiar.

The door beside you opens, and she steps out, eyes wide with concern, moving fast to close the distance. It's embarrassing, but it feels worse to even stand about outside, tears pricking your eyes. Showing how they're getting to you. You don't care anymore.

You shove the door to her house open, stumbling inside, and she’s right behind you. She catches it before it swings shut, sliding it gently to let herself in, her presence immediate and grounding.

“Hey… hey,” she murmurs, voice soft, eyes scanning your face. “It’s okay—what’s going on?”

You can’t hold it in. The whirlwind inside you finally spills out.

“God…” you huff, voice shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “This is so stupid…”

“What is…?” Wanda asks, stepping closer, one hand reaching for yours, the other hovering just at your shoulder, steadying without forcing.

“It’s not going to work, Wanda. They’re not going to ever approve.”

Her brow furrows, lips parting as she tries to interrupt. “That’s not wha—”

“Don’t tell me that bullshit!” you snap, voice cracking, panic leaking through every word. “I just heard them, Wanda! They want me gone!”

The words hang between you, jagged and raw. Your chest heaves as tears spill freely, and you feel small, fragile, exposed—like the entire weight of the village’s judgment has landed on you at once.

“They all stare at me,” you say, voice breaking. “With just… resentment, distaste. Each time I walk by, I’m sure—if my name is ever mentioned—they’re just full of it.”

Wanda reaches out, fingers brushing against your cheek, warm and grounding. Her thumb traces lightly along your jaw as she starts, quiet at first, “I used to feel the same. I hated your kind… they killed my mom.”

“Wanda…” you whisper, hurt and shock lacing your voice. The memory of yesterday flickers in your mind—the elders’ words, their disapproval—but it’s all a blur, hazy and half-remembered. You weren’t fully present then, too overwhelmed by Wanda’s defense, by the tension pressing down on you. God how could you forget.

She lifts a hand to stop you, shaking her head gently. “It’s fine. But my point is…” Her tone softens, carrying a mixture of truth and quiet vulnerability. “I thought the same way. I believed like they do. And then I met you… that night before the storm. You shaped the resentment I had begun to hold in my heart.”

She pauses, letting her gaze hold yours, unwavering and steady. “And I believe you can do the same with them. They’re just hurt from the past. They don’t dislike you as a person. Because if they did… they’d love you as I do.”

The words settle around you, a strange warmth amid the panic and fear. Your breaths come slower now, hiccupping between sobs, but the weight in your chest eases, just enough to feel that even if the world outside isn’t ready for you, here—right here—someone already is. You lean into her hand, closing your eyes.

“I love you,” you whisper, voice trembling, and she leans closer, curling around you as if she could shield you from the entire world.

Her hands rest lightly on your back, her breath warm against your hair. “I love you so much,” she murmurs, each word steady and full of promise.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth of her presence anchor you. So much for trying to wait for a good time… you think, heart hammering as the secret you’ve been holding slips from your lips before you can stop it.

“Wanda… I’m pregnant.”

For a heartbeat, the room is still. The sunlight dances across the furs and wooden floor, but everything else seems to fade. Your chest tightens, fear and hope tangled together, tears pricking your eyes.

She freezes for a moment, eyes wide, lips parting slightly, and then a slow, breathless smile spreads across her face. Her hands move to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly along your skin as if to convince herself this is real.

You feel her heartbeat against your own, strong and certain, and a rush of love and relief washes through you. The weight of the village, the elders, the doubt… it all fades for just a moment, leaving only the two of you and the life you’ve created together.

You laugh softly, teary, your hands coming up to cup hers as they hold your face. “Two tests… so I’m really actually pregnant,” you murmur, voice still shaky.

Her eyes light up immediately, shining with a joy that makes your chest ache. She presses her forehead against yours again, smiling wide. “Our kin… our pups,” she breathes, the word, the terms she's familiar with rolling off her tongue with reverence and warmth. “I knew it. I felt it."

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling. “We should visit the pack’s herbalist, make sure you’re taken care of properly.”

You frown slightly, uncertainty tugging at you. “I don’t know… I’m a little wary. After the elders…”

Wanda laughs softly, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Not everyone hates you. Do you remember when you fainted in the forest a while back?”

You nod, cheeks flushing at the memory, and she continues, voice gentle. “You were hurt, weak, and the first to help you… it was me. And the herbalist, yes, but I stayed with you, nursed you back. Not everyone in the pack sees you as an outsider, love. There are those who already care.”

You breathe in slowly, trying to let it all sink in. The love, the protection, the small but undeniable acceptance. For the first time in a long while, the weight pressing down on your chest feels lighter.

The herbalist’s hands move carefully over your body, guided and precise, pressing on certain spots with practiced skill. Her touch is firm but gentle, every motion deliberate. She leans back slightly, studying you with calm, professional eyes, and you can’t help but feel a little exposed under her gaze.

“When did you know?” she asks, voice neutral, clinical.

“About three days ago…” you murmur, shifting slightly under her hands.

She nods, glancing down at your form with a practiced eye. “You’re about four weeks along—just at the first month mark. Have you ever been pregnant before?”

“Um… no,” you admit, feeling heat creeping up your neck.

“How much did you and Wanda share in lovemaking?”

“Two times…? When we first mated… and her first… like, rut…?” Your voice trails off, self-conscious.

The herbalist nods slowly, making mental notes. “Ah. So you’re very fertile. Either that, or she’s just… a nut job. But you are definitely fertile, that's very good.”

You feel your face heating further, cheeks threatening to burn. You try to steady your expression, to brush off the awkwardness. It’s all normal, and the bluntness is part of the work, but it’s still uncomfortable, a little intrusive, and you can’t help the tiny squeeze of your hands together.

You notice her reaching for a small parchment and quill, beginning to jot down the details in neat, precise strokes. Curiosity mixes with your unease. “What… what are you doing?” you ask cautiously.

She glances up briefly, expression calm. “I keep a record. For your health, and for the elders. They need to know how you’re progressing—both for your care and for the pack’s knowledge of the pups-to-be.”

You frown, unsure. “The elders…? Why do they need to know everything?”

Her hands continue moving over your form, measured and clinical, as she answers. “It’s tradition, and it’s precaution. They are responsible for the wellbeing of the pack, including future generations. You carrying kin is not just your concern, it affects the entire community.”

You shift slightly under her touch, nerves prickling along your spine. “So… they’ll know everything? Even… intimate things?”

She nods without embarrassment. “Yes. And that’s normal. It’s not judgment, it’s care. You’re part of the pack now. This is how we protect both you and the pups.”

She notices your discomfort, eyes flicking up from the chart to meet yours. Her tone softens, careful. “But… if you truly aren’t ready, or don’t want to share this, regardless… I can say the records got smudged, ruined. No one needs to know.”

You open your mouth to respond, heart still fluttering from the embarrassment, but before you can speak, the door slides open quietly.

“You okay?” she murmurs softly, voice low but grounding, a tether against the flood of anxiety still clinging to you.

“I’m… good,” you murmur, voice small. For once, the words you’ve been holding in your chest come spilling out. “This is just all new to me… can we not showcase all of this so loudly for now?”

The herbalist nods, glancing at Wanda. “They’ve been smudged.”

You feel a small relief settle in your chest. The records are still kept, yes—for knowledge and the pack’s care—but they’re tucked away, out of sight, out of immediate concern.

Wanda’s fingers brush along your neck, over the faint mark she placed that one night, binding you as mates. The warmth of her touch presses against your skin, calming and grounding, a silent promise that you’re safe.

She glances toward the herbalist as she moves to put her tools away, brushing at her dress. “Everything alright…?” Wanda asks gently, voice steady, protective.

“Yes,” the herbalist replies, though her tone carries the same quiet professionalism. “All as it should be.”

You let yourself lean into her, letting the brush of her fingers, the warmth of her presence, and the gentle certainty in her voice anchor you as the room slowly quiets around you.

"Want to know the baby's sex?" she asks next.

Your eyes widen and you glance at Wanda's who's expression is the same.

"I think we'll wait until later into the pregnancy, but thanks Eira. You've been a great help."

The path back to your cabin stretches before you, sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on the ground. The weight of the morning—the elders, the herbalist, the revelations—still lingers in your chest, though Wanda’s presence beside you keeps it from overwhelming completely.

She walks close, brushing lightly against your arm, her tone gentle but curious.

“I know there’s a lot of time before the pup arrives, but I want to ask… I understand you don’t feel particularly great with the village right now. I get it. But… when they come around, would ever you consider moving to the village? Or would you rather keep the cabin?”

You glance ahead, seeing your cabin through the trees, the little sanctuary you’ve made your own. Every log, every stone, every piece of furniture holds meaning to you. The thought of leaving it—of parting from the life you’ve built there, even with her beside you—tightens your chest.

“I… I don’t think I could,” you admit quietly, eyes tracing the familiar lines of the cabin. “I might think on it someday, but… it isn’t a far walk, and it’s a good distance. I can’t leave it behind.”

She listens, head tilted slightly, eyes soft and steady. Then she leans closer, brushing a kiss across your cheek, then along your jaw, a warm, grounding reassurance.

“I understand,” she murmurs. “Always. Wherever you feel safe, wherever you’re happiest, that’s where we’ll be. That’s what always matters.”

You feel a small relief settle in your chest, grateful for her patience, for the way she respects your attachment and your choices. Even as the forest stretches around you, you know she’s there, steady, protective, and unwavering.

That night, the cabin quiet around you, you lie side by side. Wanda shifts closer, draping herself over you, one hand brushing lightly across your abdomen, fingers tracing gentle, absent patterns.

She presses closer, nuzzling her nose into the curve of your neck. The scent of her, earthy and familiar, wraps around you like a soft cloak.

“You smell so good,” she whispers, letting her breath ghost over your skin.

A shiver runs through you at the closeness, at the intimacy of her presence, and you tilt your head slightly, letting yourself melt into her warmth.

Wanda shifts closer, straddling you gently, your legs curling around her waist as your hands find her back. Her lips press against yours, soft at first, exploring, and you respond in kind, matching her rhythm.

Her lips descend on yours, hungry and demanding. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours, her hands cupping your face, tilting your head for better access. You respond eagerly, your hands gripping her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

She grinds against you, her body pressing you into the bed, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your breath coming in short gasps. She smiles against your lips, a slow, sensual curve that promises more.

Her hands roam, mapping your body with confident strokes. She squeezes your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden. You arch into her touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. She takes advantage, her mouth moving to your neck, her teeth grazing your skin, her tongue soothing the sting.

She moves lower, her mouth trailing kisses down your collarbone, her hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. She lifts you slightly, her fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, tugging it off. You help her, your body arching as you pull the shirt over your head.

She takes a moment to appreciate you, her eyes roaming over your body, a soft growl of approval rumbling in her chest. Then she's on you again, her mouth closing over your nipple, her teeth scraping against the sensitive peak. You cry out, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close.

She switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, before moving lower still. She kisses your stomach, her tongue dipping into your navel.

You lift your hips, helping her slot herself fully between your thighs, her clothed body pressing against yours. You can feel the hard length of her against your center, and you gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin.

She starts to move, her hips grinding against yours in slow, deliberate circles. You meet her thrust for thrust, your body arching towards hers, your breath coming in short pants. The friction is exquisite, building a pressure inside you that's almost unbearable.

She leans down, her lips capturing yours again, her tongue tangling with yours. Her kiss is demanding, hungry, a reflection of the passion burning between you. You respond eagerly, your hands roaming her body, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers.

She breaks the kiss, her mouth moving to your ear. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire. "I could do this all night."

Minutes stretch, warm and endless, filled only with the softness of her lips, the press of her body, the shared heat between you. Gasps, your body keening towards hers when she licks across the mark on your neck.

Finally, she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm and voice husky. “I wonder… what the sex will be,” she murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. A switch in conversation.

You tilt your head, smirking despite your flushed cheeks. “I just hope they’re not an absolute dork like you.”

Her laugh is low, teasing, and she leans in to kiss you again, brushing her nose against yours. “And if they are,” she whispers, voice soft but confident, “you’ll love them all the more.”

You smile against her, heart swelling, and let yourself melt into her warmth.