Sample of what I’m working on
Posting this here for now as I’m deleting most of the beginning section in Rook’s POV, and the rest of it’s gonna get a massive tweak but if you like rough a/b/o aus, I got something for ya c: Warning: This is leaning closer to the non-con side of dub-con, so it’s getting the non-con tag and if you’re one of my mutuals/followers who doesn’t like that kind of thing, this probably ain’t gonna be for you. Violence and rough stuff ahead.
Rook had been in Hope County for 3 months before the Marshall showed up on their doorstep with a warrant for the leader of Eden's Gate. She hadn't had much exposure to the Project, sticking to traffic violations and answering the few (minor) calls around town.
It was a quiet life she was carving out for herself, but one she was happy with as an Omega with no Alpha to claim her.
So color the rookie shocked when she walked into the church expecting to do her job without any personal drama unfolding. She'd known the second she smelt the room that her mate was here; it had taken some subtle sniffing to suss out the alluring scent was originating from the tall red head standing steadfast behind her brother.
Fuck.
No one beyond him and her knew what was unfolding. His poker face didn't waver for an instance even as those blue eyes roamed her body questioningly. She certainly wasn't going to rock the boat with her superiors. In fact the revelation lit a fire under Rook's ass. There were stories of omegas being thrown into a heat cycle when meeting their destined mate- nature's way to assure the pair stuck close to each other. She felt fine, for now, but wanted the fuck out of the church.
The night ended in disaster anyway- for an entirely different reason then what she'd assumed with her revelation in the church.
For months she'd tried to bring down the cult, damaging their supplies and damaging outposts at every available turn. As soon as she'd realized the brothers and the sister respected each other's “territories” and didn't cross regions without invitation, she'd made a hell of a point to avoid the Whitetails like the plague.
Learning your mate was a herald to a doomsday cult had the junior deputy feeling like she was in The Twilight Zone. The more she learned about him the more she convinced herself staying away was the best course of action.
Jacob had known who (and more importantly what) she was the moment she'd entered the church and he'd been fixated on her ever since.
She frustrated, infuriated and enthralled him all at once.
There was a part of him that was downright wounded to be ignored by his mate during their first meeting. She should have pulled away from her group and approached him immediately.
It was her pride, he'd realize later, that kept her bunched in with the others sent to arrest his younger brother.
Her pride got her into quite a bit of shit as it turned out.
He'd naturally informed his family of this turn of events the next time they'd regrouped. The news was met with conflicting emotions- Joseph claimed it was a joyous occasion, that she'd been chosen to break the seal for a reason. John had seethed at the trouble she caused. Faith kept her mouth shut.
There was quite a bit about his pup he'd learn over the coming months. Everyone knew she was to be captured, not killed, and deposited on Jacob's doorstep once subdued.
His Rook didn't take kindly to being 'subdued'. She outsmarted every hunting party John sent her way and wasn't reactive to Faith's bliss like she should be. She stayed the hell out of the Whitetails and Jacob tried to not linger too much on that. Insecurity nagged at him at night, the knowledge she should have a mating mark on her neck by now and his child in her belly burning at him.
Every exploit of hers in John and Faith's regions only fueled his fixation-turning-obsession. His omega was no wilting flower, meeting opposition with barred teeth.
Clearly she was not going to come to him. His little mate would need to be captured, tamed and tempered.
The first whisper of her in the Whitetails has Jacob out of the Veteran's Center and hunting her down.
She was a crafty thing, hiding her scent from him and trying to lay low. He wondered if their meeting had induced a heat in her yet- there was no way to know, but if she hadn't yet she must be coming up on it soon.
If the rumors of what a little hellion she could be were to be believed, he'd need her heat cycle to settle her down and accept her place in the Project.
Three days into his hunt Jacob was keenly aware of two things; he was closing in on her and the hunt was bringing him into his rut.
The next day he stumbled across her by chance and she's off like a shot. Jacob was ready, prepared for the inevitable fight or flight he'd endure to claim his mate.
Granted, he assumed she'd fight but he didn't have her pinned yet.
The little witch was smart, trying to play her smaller size to her advantage and clamor her way through small spaces to lose Jacob. The temporary obstruction was just that- temporary. The Soldier was laser focused and putting all his energy into getting around or through every obstacle she presented him with.
His erection strained against his jeans, aroused by the chase and the promise of finally having her.
He almost didn't know what to do with himself when he caught her. A fork came unexpectedly in the road and Rook made the amateur mistake of hesitating. Jacob had seized the opportunity and tackled her to the dirt.
The pissy omega assuredly had not taken kindly to that, hissing and spitting at Jacob while he attempted to restrain her. His little omega was not the type to roll over and mewl demurely at the first alpha to pay heed to her- she'd made that clear blowing up his brother's silos despite the increasingly dramatic theatrics from John.
No, she was many things right now (livid, thrashing, cursing obscenities at him, snapping and snarling- the list went on) but demure sure as hell wasn't one of them.
Every move she made entranced him even when she was trying to pig root like a rank bronc to shake him. At the end of the day he was bigger and could simply wait her out by leaning his weight into her.
“Is all this fuss really worth it, pup?” he questioned her, face flush with excitement as he eyed her. “You know you don't want to fight me.” That seemed to be the wrong thing to say as she hissed louder and thrashed harder.
Wrestling with her had him leaking like an inexperienced teenager. He was certainly eager like one- the chance to prove himself to a mate had him wound tighter than anything. And to think there'd been a time in his life when he'd pondered if a mate would bore him, some feeble minded omega fainting at the slightest sight of confrontation.
He managed to wrestle her onto her back, wrangling both of her delicate wrists into one hand.
Fuck, he couldn't think with the erection between his legs. Everything in his system told him she was not his yet- he had to show her that he was worthy of her submission.
His body was nestled between her legs, groin pressed flush against her own.
“All of this running and fighting's gotta have you exhausted. Wouldn't you rather be home tucked away in your nest?”
The expression on her face was unreadable but her opinion on his question was readily apparent when one hand slipped from his hold and cracked him across the face.
God, he was in love.
Even as she hissed and spat what a bastard he was as he struggled to get her freed arm re-pinned, he laughed and shook off the sting from her blow.
He'd been borderline belligerent when John had swept into his room with a condescending eye regarding Jacob's lack of appropriate bedding. His baby brother was spoiled by his former life, or so the Soldier had been convinced before hand. Now? He still wasn't certain if the nest he'd made would entice his snooty little Omega but it was leaps and bounds better than the barebones bedding he'd had beforehand.
He might be able to get her to accept it. If he could get her to stop staring at his jugular with wide eyes and barred teeth.
The low, disgruntled yowling had started the second he'd pinned her and not stopped unless she was hissing at him- sounding every bit like a pissed off cat.
Jacob was no rookie to ruts, having enough control to evaluate the situation and try to coax his female to stay with him even as she resisted him tooth and nail. Grinding his erection against her clothed heat he let that low alpha rumble loose, deep from his throat and meant to coax irate omegas. Her sour expression softened for all of 5 nanoseconds, not so easily swayed.
