#alpha au

Others might have seen the place he was given as disadvantageous, being so far from the training ring and given the most isolated camp, but he knew otherwise. The oldest alpha in the Lottery had seen the wisdom of being the closest to the forest.

There was an unsurmountable need to be closer to the natural beauty of the Germanic Forest that was reminiscent of the nature in Austria. If anything, it had filled König with the hopefulness that, upon returning to Austria victorious, he could show you the beauty of his homeland.

There was much König wanted to show you, and it was his ego feeding into the confidence that he could not only win you over, but he could have you falling in love with his village as well. There was, of course, the chance that he would not be successful and would have to admit defeat.

But unlike the other alphas, König had garnered your favour, and with it he had been given a scrap of clothing. The cloth you had given him had been interlaced with your scent, a gift that had been exchanged for the edelweiss.

König’s hand tightly clutched the cloth in his palm, burrowing it beneath curled fingertips as he drew it toward his lips. He inhaled the intoxicating combination of your scent, something naturally sweet and indulgent. It filled his nostrils and acted as a tight coil that burrowed its way deep into his heart and soul.

The omega for this current Lottery was desirable and captivating in a both naive and understated manner. At first appearance the omega was cautious as most were, raised and trained in all manners of societal norms. Yet there was a spark there, there was a fire burning within the omega that guaranteed more that met the eye.

Beautiful eyes and a softness that most omegas carried, you were delectable. Your scent alone carried such an addictiveness that was impossible to ignore. The quietude about you was both endearing and mesmerizing because he knew there was more underneath the outwardly guard you had put into place.

The rumours they had heard before even settling into the fighter’s camp was that you had voluntarily joined the Lottery. You had willingly wanted to be here, to be involved, and that had overall heightened the stakes. The alpha’s had begun milling rumours themselves—mostly based around what alpha would get the privilege of winning and fucking you. 

That is the depth of their interest, it seemed. Alpha’s who were more in line with boys than men, who wanted you for the sake of proving themselves. In the end it would come down to them not having the gumption and the knowledge to have a mate. 

König was unlike the others. He was unlike the other alpha’s who wanted a cunt to settle into. König wanted a mate; he wanted a wife, and he wanted an omega who he could have for his own. His years as a single alpha had certainly brought omegas into his bed yet none were ones he could commit to.

His years of being unmated and single, of taking an omega for a season were split between other obligations. He was pulled into fighting for his home country, for years he was a beast that inflicted fear into the hearts of enemies. And when he was not fighting, he was running a blacksmith’s shop on his property in Austria. He was an alpha who was good with his hands, a steady fighter and craftsman.

König had obligations that kept him from taking a mate, and only now was he ready.  The Lottery for this year would be the final and only attempt at taking a mate.

König would not fail; he would win the omega. Regardless of the cocky alpha’s that had placed bets on each other, and the favourable conditions they wished to find themselves in, it was clear who the favourite was.

You had placed your favour with König; the eldest of the alpha’s come to fight for you. And the revelation that you had chosen the oldest of the alphas to have your favour for the upcoming fights had started a ripple effect—especially in the fighter’s camp.

And it all started with the cloth in his hand, the material that has your scent all over it. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled your scent for a second time, fixating on everything that was you. It was invigorating and sweet, intoxicating that had engrained unyielding desire within him. The more König had inhaled your scent the more addicted he was going to become to it.

He was willingly inhaling your scent, committing every portion of it to memory, and had only ceased when movement from outside his tent distracted him. He could hear it, the snapping of twigs and small branches as someone navigated the forest outside his tent, and if he had been any other alpha he might not have detected the subtleties.

But he was a seasoned alpha, and he had spent his entire childhood and youth having to hunt and provide for himself and his mother. Hunting, tracking, and snaring was a way of life for the people in his village back in Austria, and even the subtlest of sounds had been registered.

König’s head lifted, his eyes drifting toward the slight tapering of his tent and the lush green beyond. There was a subtle gust of wind that would pick up and translate the lush green fauna into a natural covering that would hide any peeping omegas.

The thick cluster of trees outside the encampment were the slight distraction from the scent clinging to the cloth. However, when the wind had started to pick up, he had received the confirmation he was waiting for, and he knew that a little omega was spying on him.

The cloth was dropped to the cot he had, and he had risen to his feet, large and long strides took him to the front. With his left hand grabbing the flap, he pulled back the canvas holding it against the support post. His blue eyes narrowed as he studied the exterior of the tent, his ears trained to notice any small sound. 

It was a small, fleeting moment of silence before he found what he was looking for. The corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk and he had stepped out, letting the canvas fall naturally.

“Maus.” He spoke again, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilted his head and tucked his chin to his chest. “You should not be here, it’s dangerous for a little thing like you.” 

The moment he had spoken, without even having to lay his eyes on you as you were hidden in the bushes, your movements had become still. He could detect your scent that had become thicker with your nerves, radiating as if it was conjoined with your state of anxiety, or lack thereof objectively. However, it wasn’t just your scent that König had detected, it was your heart racing like a war drum. Just beyond the canvas tent he would call home until he returns to Austria, and beyond the treeline, was a little omega spy descending on the camp.

“I wasn’t going to go into the camp.” You reiterated your promise to keep your distance and yet König found reasonable doubt within your statement.

There was nothing to suggest that the curious little omega would not try and get a better look at the alphas that had come to win her hand. “I just wanted to see the camp.”

König felt mirth bubble in his chest and the sound that slipped from his lips was a sure-fire sign of that pleasure. He had stepped out of the canvas tent and let the flaps fall back into place behind him, before he had approached the treeline.

His large and strong hand held back branches that would have obscured your path, and he’d taken another step to duck under the natural covering. Once he was within the confines of the forest, König’s blue eyes had flitted around the immediate area until he found the little notch you’d carved for yourself.

There you were, trying to hide yourself at a distance behind a thick tree with rough bark. Your hands had cupped the trunk of the tree as you took a glance around the bark to catch his gaze. You were dressed in clothes that you’d likely swiped from a man, an alpha no less. It was an effort to hide the true nature of your designation, and to fool the handmaiden meant to watch over you. Your hair and part of your neck were covered however, another attempt at obscuring your lovely scent.

“Are the alphas that interesting, kleine maus?” His thick voice was muffled by the trees and his mirth continued as he carried himself toward you. “Or is there some other reason why you would risk your safety, hmm?”

Your hands gripped the rough bark, fingertips curling against the natural grooves. You had pressed your chest further into the girth of the trunk, yet neither the hard wood nor the clothes could hide your figure or your natural scent.

Even with your best efforts at hiding it behind the stench of another alpha.

“I wanted to get a better look at them without the constraints of social graces,” the way you say the words makes a smirk form on his rugged face. It makes him believe wholeheartedly that you know better than you let on—that the alphas going to fight in the ring are not as they try to be perceived.

Perhaps he had misjudged you, albeit he had a better perception of you than any of the others, but still…maybe König was going to be as surprised by you as you would be him.

“And you left yourself open to the possibility that I would take an opportunity-“König’s heavy footsteps break another few dry pieces of kindling as he brings himself within an arms reach of you.

“You won’t, you’re not like them.” You cut him off, persistent in your stance that he was better than them all.

“You trust someone you have only met a day ago? Are you naïve?” He extends his hand and brushes a lock of hair back beneath your head covering. Although he shivers when he feels the silkiness against his fingertips, and for a moment he wonders how you’d look with it laying loose against his bed.

“You would’ve done it by now. You’re different.” Your voice is soft, a tremble of sorts, when he presses in and traps you against the thick wall of trees. “You’re…good.”

He hums in his throat and swallows a rebuttal, a compliment that you too are good. Instead he runs his fingers against your cheek, his blue eyes studying you with great and heightened interest.

“You will enjoy your first winter in Austria, maus.” He, again, speaks in confidence and with an edge. If it were anyone else it would be an egotistical comment, but from him it is truthful and honest.

He is speaking what you both desire for entirely different reasons: a win.

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Your fingertips stroked the details of the edelweiss flower made of metal. It was resting in your palm and had remained the sole focus of your attention as you sat beneath a covering atop the grandstand of the stadium. The gladiator style event had begun with the alpha’s taking to the arena and battleground with the sole intent of winning.

It was your hand that would be on the line for the taking, your body and the right to mate would belong to whoever won. There was hope in your mind that it would be the alpha from Austria, a kind of Hail Mary compared to the others. They were absolute brutes if Anna’s words had rung true.

It was, of course, only hours before that she’d come rushing to speak with you. Of course, she scolded you about the day prior when you met König briefly, but there were other matters at hand. Most importantly was your future, and the degrading depravity of the alphas that were fighting.

“They injured the women sent to the camp for pleasure,” Anna had whispered the warning to you before she was getting you dressed, “they were too rough. The brothel owner is seeking reparations-“

“Daft girl,” the virtuous falsity of the upper class family— responsible for planning the dinner and the opening ceremony—was verbalized with a comment meant to grab your attention, “the first competitors are up.”

The edelweiss in your hand was slipped back into the pockets of your long skirt, securing it in the depths. Then you had stood from where you were sitting and approached the edge of the balcony. The heels of your hands rested against the edge, you leaned over to see the alphas ready to spar.

The first of which from the frigid northeast, had only black hair that was streaked with dark strands. His hair was cropped short and held little shape as it laid against his head. He was not overtly tall or stocky, rather he was on the side of lithe athleticism, with clear strength but not a large stature. His brown eyes, though you’d only seen him once at the dinner, seemed both dim and dead.

“Italian and Russian,” Anna had spoken to you, her hand resting on your shoulder to pull you from the edge, “the Russian is from a family known for the love of power and wealth.”

It was a warning in of itself, and the rumours about every alpha had circulated almost as well as the betting pool. It was these rumours that had swirled through the village during the days they were training, that formed your distaste.

The Russian was power hungry and wanted money, a recipe for disaster when paired with the ruthlessness of his family. He had bragged, openly, about the state of the omegas that mated into his family, and it would not be good for you.

“And the other?” You questioned Anna as she attempted to pull you from the edge. “What about him?”

“I think the Austrian is the best choice-“the ringing of the bell had signified the fight, and within a moment you heard it.

Though death was not allowed in the Lottery, the goal was submission. And immediately as the bell had rung, the alphas were at each other.

You watched as the Russian had first gotten the upper hand through speed. His hand had grabbed the arm of the other alpha resulting in an injury already. The crowd began screaming and cheering, jaunting as they had, as the Russian twisted the opposing alphas arm.

Though the Russian alpha had caused the first injury, the other alpha was not giving up. The Russian took a blow to the chest with the other alpha’s fist, knocking the wind of out of him. With his arm freed, the Italian alpha had begun the assault, bashing the Russian into the wall of the arena.

The Russian was pinned and the Italian was using the dulled weapons to begin trying to break bones. The cuts on the Russian began to show from the assault, the Italian alpha getting a number of blows in before he was thrown off.

The first splatter of blood dusted the ground, as the Russian had used the very weapon the Italian had to break his nose. The blood continued, the sound of animalistic growl and grunts, a bloodying fight to ultimate submission.

“You shouldn’t watch this.” Anna tried to pull you away again, and yet you couldn’t possibly tear your eyes off.

“-only until submission!” Someone cried from the grandstands, and only then had you realized that the Russian was starting to choke out the Italian. He was giving no quarter, showing no mercy for the other alpha who was, now quite literally, struggling for his life.

“Enough! Enough!” Guards had started to swarm the arena, the Russian was ripped off the other alpha and bound by his hands. You watched it all as the Italian struggled to breathe, as the alpha laid there fighting to catch his breath again.

“They can’t kill each other, the Russian will be disqualified.” Anna’s voice briefly broke your focus and you turned your head to look her way. “Only until submission, that is the rule. He took it too far.”

There was blood dripping down the Italian’s face, the alpha’s nose was broken and there was a cut above his left eye. But even more twisted and derelict was the bite marks on his face. The Russian was a brutalist, he was so close to animalistic that it was maddening.

“It’ll only get worse from here.” Anna had pulled you away, successfully this time, and made you sit back down under the covering. “The next fight is going to be held within minutes. The Italian will be seen by a doctor, righted and then he will expect to fight tomorrow.”

It needed her, always.

I came down on her by surprise, because my need for her took me by surprise. But she didn’t fight it. In fact, she leaned into it, becoming limp in my arms as I attacked her neck with kisses.

She was just too fucking sweet.

“Ransom, come here.” My little brother followed my orders without complaining, for once - probably because it had to do with her and he would do anything for her, too. “Keep her spread open for me, hm?”

And so with her legs open with his feet, I crawled up the bed to press a kiss to her petal lips, the ones that released the sweetest nectar known to humanity. My brother kept her hostage, unable to move as I drank from her, slowly and softly, only looking to please myself.

“Please, let me cum, please,” she pleaded, but I could only grin against the softness of her thighs. This wasn’t for her, this was all about me and my sick delight.

“Aw, poor princess,” I mocked. There was drool on the side of her mouth, and I leaned down to lick it off of her, loving the taste of everything she had to offer. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

But I would never stop fucking her.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Ransom watched as I undressed myself, rolling over to leave us be as he picked a chair on the side of the room to watch.

“I really, really want to cum,” she sobbed, making a maniacal smile appear on my face. I loved how I could get her like this, on the edge of insanity with just my body.

“I don’t think you really do, honey,” I teased, and much to my pleasure she actually did start crying, hands lashing out to grab me and pull me closer but missing entirely.

“A-are you trying to kill me?” She asked, which got me to burst into laughter as I climbed back on the bed to attend to her needs.

“Of course not, baby! What do you think we’d do without this pussy?” Ransom nodded eagerly from his chair and feeling bad for him, I decided I was feeling good enough to share today. “Come on over,” I ordered while flipping her around, slipping inside her pussy while holding her by the hair so he could use her mouth.