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Dean parked in front of the motel office. He glanced at his brother in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the side window as it had been the whole ride. Once Dean told him about the case - and the familiar town it was in - Sam agreed to come along and hadn't said a word since. He hadn't read a book or looked at his laptop or phone either. Instead, he sat in pensive silence, his eyes transfixed out the window, but he wasn't watching the passing scenery. He was miles away, buried in memories of his past.

With a sigh, Dean left the car and went to get them a room. He was only mildly surprised that Sam hadn't suggested calling other hunters on the case in their place. Sam had a steely resolve about the whole thing, and Dean was sure he knew exactly why. It wasn't their first time in this town, but it had been over a decade since they'd set foot there.

Dean parked in front of their room, and Sam followed his brother wordlessly, grabbing their bags and shutting the doors behind them. Sam dropped the bags to the floor and plopped heavily on the end of one of the two queen beds in the small and dated motel room; the frame and springs groaned against his weight. Dean sat on the edge of the second bed facing his younger brother, whose hunched posture made him seem as small and thin as the lanky teenager he was when he was last here.

"Hey," Dean cleared his throat, glad when Sam met his eyes. "You good to do this case?"

Sam sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He shook his head and rubbed his hands on his thighs.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Yeah, I can work the case. It's just…half of me never wanted to come back here or think about any of it, and part of me…"

"Wants to find out if she's still around or mated?" Dean finished for him, ignoring the glare he got in return.

The last time they were in this town, Sam was in his senior year and had graduated. Almost immediately, he'd met a girl who stole his heart, and they were inseparable. Sam would tell Dean all about it and ask for advice when it came to dates or losing their virginity to each other. Dean was proud of Sam and happy for his younger brother.

But then John said it was time to move on, scooped in without warning, and took Sam and Dean away from that town and on to the next hunt. Sam was devastated and angry, shouting at his father and threatening to run off. Dean assumed it was a big part of why Sam eventually left him and Dad and went to Stanford. It wasn't the only reason, as things had been building for a long time. But it had to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Dean knew that seeing the town the case was in would trigger something in Sam. Part of him knew they couldn't just leave a hunt unattended, and part of him knew Sam would either try to find or actively avoid seeing her. Maybe a tiny part of him hoped that by bringing Sam there, they could find her, and maybe Sam could have a chance at happiness. Perhaps he hoped it could make up for the wrongs in the past, for letting Dad take them away to begin with.

"Look," Dean sighed. "I know that losing your mate was really hard for you, and no one can replace her. But you've got that whole Alpha thing and the ruts, and it's getting harder for you without a mate."

Dean tried to be sympathetic. Like their father, he was a Beta. Alphas and Omegas were common but still an anomaly. Though Dean had studied and learned everything about Alphas to better understand his brother and his suffering, he couldn't really comprehend what Sam went through. He couldn't feel it like Sam did. So, the best he could do was try to be as supportive and understanding as possible, imagining if he'd lost someone he loved in such a horrific way.

Sam looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Jess wasn't my mate."

"Wait, what?"

Sam sighed, "We never mated," he admitted. "It just…never felt like the right time. There was never a glow when our cycles aligned, so I knew we could be compatible but weren't… mates. I think that's why we kept putting it off, and then -"

Dean nodded in understanding. But if Jess wasn't his mate, maybe Sam still had a mate somewhere. And if it wasn't Jess, well, the only other person Dean ever saw Sam care about that much was her.

-

The case was wrapped up within three days, relatively straightforward. Dean was grateful. He had done most of the work as Sam was increasingly on edge. Dean was wary, giving Sam space, even if he insisted he could work the case. It didn't make it any easier dealing with a seriously agitated Alpha, who was acting stranger and stranger. And while Dean was familiar with the term 'stop and smell the roses,' it was alarming how Sam kept stopping to smell flowers and the soil in which they grew.

Sam was utterly oblivious to the confused and worried looks his brother gave him and others as they worked the investigation. He couldn't think, constantly surrounded by the familiar scent of flowers and earth that reminded him of her. In this town, the familiar scent everywhere he turned was making things worse, and his rut ramped up off schedule.

He couldn't focus on the case. When they entered the police station, Dean talked, and Sam was instantly drawn to the fresh, large bouquet on the counter. He quickly buried his nose in it, breathing in deeply of the floral scents, a hint of the dirt in which they grew barely there. It wasn't until Dean pulled and pushed on him, getting his attention and forcefully separating him from the plant, that Sam realized what the hell he was doing and what it must have looked like. He tried to ignore the gawking and stares from passersby at his odd behavior. At Dean's insistence, he left the station and waited in the car.

Sam jumped at the sound of the Impala's driver's door opening as his brother climbed behind the wheel. Dean started the car and sat back with a sigh.

"What's going on with you, man?" When Sam groaned but didn't answer, Dean continued. "I knew coming here might be a bad idea, but I didn't think it would get you so worked up."

"I'm fine," Sam ground out through clenched teeth.

"Oh, yeah. You're real fine," Dean scoffed. "Burying your face in every plant you see, you're red and sweaty, and even I'm choking on your scent."

"Maybe I should sit out the rest of the hunt, like you said," Sam agreed, defeatedly. "Just my cycle off or something."

"Or something," Dean grumbled, shifting the car into drive. "Let's get some food - if you think you can handle it - and then we'll go back to the motel so you can rest up."

Sam scowled but didn't respond. He might be going into a rut, but he could still handle and conduct himself properly in public. Okay, so the plant thing was admittedly weird. But he could consciously try to make an effort not to sniff every plant he saw. They settled in at the diner's table, and Dean placed an order for them both. Sam was too busy trying not to let his rut get the better of him that he couldn't care about or focus on anything else.

When the waitress returned with their food, she first set down Dean's plate. Then, as she went to set down Sam's, she dropped it, and it fell to the tabletop with a clatter, the food splattering in all directions. The brothers' heads shot up to see what caused the issue, but the waitress wasn't even looking at them. Her eyes glowed with a bright orange light, her gaze fixed on an Alpha male customer standing in the diner's doorway.

The man's eyes glowed in response, and he growled. The next second, the waitress ran away at full speed, and the Alpha followed as quickly as his feet would carry him. The diner was filled with hoots and hollers from the customers, and applause filled the building as the couple's potent scents swirled and dissipated with their disappearance. Dean turned to Sam with a broad grin, which quickly faded when he saw his brother's angry scowl.

"It's not that bad," Dean chuckled at the mess of food left behind, signaling another waitress who ran to assist.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she wiped up the mess, another employee coming with a bin to help. "We'll bring out a new order right away."

"It's no problem," Dean grinned, and the waitress predictably swooned and hurried to get the order. "See, Sam? All fixed."

Dean was worried his overgrown brother would Alpha out at any moment, considering he had been extra sensitive the last few days.

"I don't care about the mess," Sam said. "It's just -"

"It's just normal," Dean finished for him. "It's a good thing, Sam. It means two mates have found each other and are about to bond."

"It shouldn't have to be like that," he growled. "It should be more discreet. Private."

"You know what I think?" Dean said after Sam's new plate was delivered. "I think you're mad you ain't found that glow yet, and being here is making it worse. I also think all your running ain't just about hunting."

Sam couldn't bring himself to argue, too tired and irritated from the day. He was grateful when they returned to the motel, even though it was still early afternoon. Dean wanted him to sit out the remainder of the hunt. Sam wanted to argue but couldn't. He wasn't very productive anyway, as his mind was filled with memories of his past and her.

The first time he saw her, he was walking back to the motel from school. She had veered off the sidewalk onto an overgrown path into the woods. Curious, Sam followed her at a distance, careful not to give away his position. She wasn't attempting to cover her tracks, and she seemed at peace walking through the mud and creeks, uncaring of the dirt on her shoes or the bottoms of her denim overalls. She walked to a clearing along the creek's banks where many flowers grew, entirely out of place to their environment.

He made his presence known, and after an awkward silence during which he was afraid she might run off, she invited him to join her. It turns out the small plot of land belonged to her family and used to have a cabin on it, but it was demolished years ago. She liked to come to that spot independently, enjoy nature's peace, and practice gardening. She loved digging in the earth, planting and caring for the plants and flowers, and watching them grow under her care.

It shouldn't have surprised him that those scents clung to her, were ingrained in her, earth and flowers a part of her essence. He loved to hold her close and bury his nose in her neck, inhaling that scent like he needed it to breathe. She was bright and carefree and welcomed him into her life, first as a friend and then more, with an open heart and mind. It was too easy to fall for her, and Sam told her nearly everything about his family and his life, but he withheld the finer details of monsters and hunting, not wanting her to be afraid of him or the world.

He had wondered if she could be his Omega, but she hadn't presented yet when they were together. Her rich scent, however, always had his untamed young Alpha crawling to the surface. When his father packed them into the Impala in the middle of the night, Sam fought and argued, but in the end, he had no choice but to follow his family to the next town and case. When he left for Stanford, he left everything in his past behind to move beyond it into something new and different. He hadn't really thought about her again until Dean mentioned the case in this town.

Sam was interrupted from his musings as Dean entered the motel room and closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there, lost in thought, but it was midday when he entered the room, and now, when Dean opened the door, it was dark outside.

"Have you been sitting there the whole time?" Dean asked, seeing Sam sitting on the edge of one of the beds as he had been when he left. Nothing in the room seemed out of place, but the TV was off, and Sam looked lost and surprised.

"What time is it?"

"Late," Dean answered. He removed his blazer and tie, then dropped to the edge of the other bed, facing his brother. "I gotta admit, Sammy, I'm a little worried."

"I'll be fine once this case is done and we leave."

Dean nodded, "Okay. Well, I think I can wrap it up tonight. We can probably head out in the morning if you're up for it."

"Yeah," Sam sighed, kicking off his shoes and laying back on the bed. "I'll just…rest."

Dean let him lie as he changed and got ready for the hunt. He knew who and what he was dealing with; he just had to take them out. Sam hadn't moved an inch since he'd laid down. Dean hoped he could finish this quickly and get his brother home safely. Dean was worried he might go feral, with his ruts worsening and his behavior becoming more erratic. It would be better to have him home in a concrete underground Bunker than loose among civilians.

At least he could control him better there, tie him down if need be. Buy him some time to try and find a solution or band-aid to prevent the inevitable. Ideally, Sam needed a mate. But they might be running out of time for that, too, and Sam was incredibly stubborn.

-

"Are you sure?" Sam asked as he settled his hips between her thighs.

He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away her juices from her second orgasm. Dean had given him tips and tricks for his and Y/N's first time together. Their parents were out of town for the weekend, and Sam wanted to plan a romantic evening. They had been together for months and said their 'I love you's' to each other. Now, they were ready to move into the physical, and Sam was grateful that it was her.

"Yes, Sam. I love you," Y/N said, cupping his cheek and pulling his lips to hers.

He groaned, pulling from the kiss long enough to roll a condom down his stiff and throbbing length. Y/N watched with rapt attention, spreading her legs wide to welcome him back in place. They were both hot and sweaty, eager and desperate, and Sam knew neither would last long—at least, not this first round.

He slid within her fairly quickly, trying to minimize the pain of breaking her hymen - taking her virginity and giving his in return - rubbing her clit in tight circles like Dean told him to do. She winced and stiffened, then sighed and relaxed, her pussy fluttering around him. 

"I love you, too," Sam responded as he started thrusting slowly and steadily, allowing them to feel and adjust to each other.

It didn't take long for Sam's pace to increase, and a short while later, Y/N was cumming hard around him. Sam looked down at where they were connected, her pussy stretched wide to accommodate him. His knot popped, locking them together, and he leaned into her neck, biting hard into the flesh until her blood hit his tongue. Groaning, he rutted his hips, though locked in place, drawing out every ounce of their orgasms.

-

Sam woke with a drawn-out groan. His whole body ached and burned with a fever. His clothes and the bed beneath him were soaked in sweat, the room so saturated that even he choked on the scent. His rut had broken in the night, which must have been why he'd had such a vivid dream of him and Y/N.

It was a dream of their first time together, but it hadn't ended like that. He hadn't knotted or claimed her - as he was newly presented, and she hadn't presented yet - but his mind had twisted it into what his rutting Alpha desired. He would lose his mind if he didn't get out of this town and away from any thought of her.

Sam wasn't sure how long he had slept, but Dean wasn't in the room. He decided to shower, change, and strip the bed quickly, hopefully before Dean returned and had to suffer the potent stench of Sam's unscheduled rut. Thirty minutes later, Sam finished cleaning and opened a window to air out the room when Dean returned with a bag of food and a tray of coffee.

Sam tried to stand and look as normal as possible as Dean's eyes looked him over from across the room, but he knew his big brother could see right through him. No matter how much he tried to appear okay, Dean always knew.

"I got some food," he offered.

Sam took the opening, sat at the small table, and dug in. He hadn't realized his hunger until the food was in front of him. Dean joined him, and they ate in silence for a short while.

"Now that the case is done, we should leave town ASAP." Dean offered, and Sam nodded. "Unless you want to look for Y/N."

"No."

Sam shook his head and cleaned up his mess, turning his back on Dean, who was still sitting at the table, food abandoned.

"Sam," Dean tried. "You need a mate."

"I have no right, Dean!" Sam roared, catching his brother by surprise. "I left her and never came back. I probably broke her heart. I broke my own heart."

"That wasn't you, that was Dad."

Sam shook his head again, "I'll start packing. We should leave."

Just mentioning her name had Sam on edge. His Alpha snarled and clawed at the cage Sam put him in, desperate to break free. But he had no right to barge into her life after all these years. Besides that, what if she didn't want him? What if she was mated? Sam wasn't sure he could handle finding her and not having her. It would be better never to see her and never know. Dean didn't know what to say to convince Sam otherwise, so he kept quiet and watched his younger brother like a hawk as they packed up the Impala and hit the road.

"Can we make a stop?" Sam asked, pulling a card out of his pocket and handing it to Dean. It was for a florist, and Dean remembered seeing the card at the police station by the bouquet Sam wouldn't stop sniffing. "Should be just up ahead."

He needed to ask Sam about this plant obsession, but if it helped to calm him for the long ride home, Dean didn't mind—though it certainly wouldn't keep him from complaining about it.

The store was easy to find. It was situated on the main drive through town, and Dean quickly pulled the car into a spot along the curb. The shop was small and cute, though the name was a little weird. Oops-A-Daisy was written on the store windows, and a slightly faded sign bearing the name hung above the door.

"Alright, I'll go in and get you something. Just like…a plant in dirt in a pot or something?" Dean tried his best to understand, but this whole thing was way out of his depth.

"I don't know what I want," Sam said. "I want to pick something myself," he added as he climbed out of the car.

Dean cursed under his breath, hastily following his overgrown brother to the shop. "Sam, look, man, in your condition -"

"I can control myself, Dean," Sam argued as he wiped the sweat from his brow on his sleeve. "Okay, fine. I'll wait here," Sam leaned against the side of the Impala, crossing his arms and looking like a child throwing a tantrum.

Dean rolled his eyes but hurried inside the small shop. It was bright, and the scent of flowers, plant life, soil, and water was welcoming and soothing. Maybe Sam didn't have such a bad idea, and the scents calmed even Dean. He had no clue what he was looking for, but he could get whatever was delivered to the police station since Sam had his whole face buried in that thing.

Dean stood in the short line, looking over the various arrangements as he waited to speak with the florist. The customer in front of him finished their transaction, smiling, and took their freshly wrapped bouquet. Dean stepped up to the counter, and his eyes widened as he saw the sight before him.

"Y/N?"

"Dean?!"

A huge grin broke on her face as she came around the counter, and the two hugged. Dean had met her a few times back in the day, and the three of them hung out once or twice, but they were never really close. It didn't stop his excitement for seeing someone from their past, from simpler times, who was still alive and well. If anything, it made his hope burn bright for his brother.

"Why am I not surprised you work in a flower shop?"

"Actually, I own it," Y/N beamed with pride.

"Of course you do," Dean laughed and smiled. "Makes sense. You were always into botanicals."

"So what brings you to town?"

"Work," he stated, knowing she didn't know about hunting or the family business. "Was actually on my way out of town. But I noticed a bouquet at the police station and hoped I could get an arrangement like that one."

"Oh?" she returned behind the counter, pulling out a thick notebook and flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "This one?" she held up the photo, and Dean nodded. "I can have it ready for you by tomorrow," she offered.

"Actually, I was heading out today. Can you have it done sooner or have something similar I can take now?"

As she opened her mouth to speak, the bell over the door chimed, alerting her to a new customer. She glanced at the door to greet them but stopped with wide eyes at the sight that met her. She should have known Sam would surely be around if Dean were here. His tall and large frame - which had grown even bigger since she'd last seen him - stooped to enter the doorway.

Despite being larger than her memory, she could still see her Sam in his features. He tilted his head, sniffing the air, and Y/N hesitantly sniffed back. He smelled just like she remembered, but more potent and rich. Her head was spinning, and she was half convinced she was hallucinating from too many unfulfilled heats.

She'd never stopped thinking about Sam, even as he disappeared and broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She knew she loved him, and had hoped that she would present to be his, but she never got the chance to find out. She'd tried dating others, but no one ever measured up to the way Sam Winchester made her feel. She could feel her body twinge and react in his presence, her scent spiking.

Dean stood off to the side, head bowed and hands in his pockets, trying to be small and invisible in the wake of his brother's cresting rut and - thank freaking God, finally! - finding his intended mate. He knew they should have tried to find Y/N, and Dean was not happy with Sam's decision not to do so, but now it seemed the universe was bringing them together and helping Sam understand what Dean already knew. So he stepped aside, shut his mouth, and prayed the two would give in, for both their sakes.

"Y/N."

Sam's voice sent a shiver down her spine in the best of ways, and her heart soared, knowing he didn't forget her. Dean was all but forgotten as their scents filled the air and their pupils dilated. Sam stepped closer, and his eyes flashed orange as his Alpha sensed its mate and took charge. Her eyes flashed in response, making Sam growl. Both his rut and her responding heat created a sense of urgency and desperation.

"Run, Little Omega," Sam urged, ticking his head upward. His eyes were glowing brightly, and hers were shining to match. "Run so I can catch you and make you mine."

Her breath hitched before she turned and ran out the back door of the shop - driven by instinct and tradition - running as fast as her legs could carry her. When Sam caught her, he'd mate and claim her, the inevitable outcome of the chase. But he could also lose her or give up, ending the chase without catching her and ending all hope of them being together.

He'd left before, and she'd felt so worthless and hurt and alone. After her family had died in an accident, she ached for him more than ever, to the point she tried to find him. But her research led her to articles claiming he had died and her soul shattered. She'd never recovered, and she supposed that's why she could never make anything work. She avoided all Alphas because none of them were even close to Sam and how sweet and caring he was. She tried to date Betas and even an Omega once, but nothing felt right or lasted.

She shook the negative thoughts from her mind as she ran toward her intended destination, the place she'd always gone to hide and feel safe since she was a kid. She was so focused on her target that she wasn't aware if Sam was still behind her.

Sam was surprised at how fast Y/N was, but he could keep up with her and keep her in his sights. Memories flooded his mind quickly, and halfway through the chase, he realized where she was going and, with a smirk, took a different route, hoping to get ahead of her.

Y/N knew these woods like the back of her hand, having explored them her whole life. She took the familiar path towards her family's plot of land, where the gardens were lush and welcoming. Where she'd rebuilt the small cabin where it once stood. Now, it was her safe haven and respite from the world.

She broke through the trees and bushes with minor snags and scrapes and burst into the garden with a long, relieved breath. She bent over in the clearing, hand on her knees, trying to catch her breath. But every breath seemed tinged with Sam's delectable scent. When she stood straight, Sam approached across the clearing—like a predator stalking its prey—and she was frozen in place by his intense and hungry gaze.

Sam let his forward momentum carry him as he practically crashed into Y/N, shuffling her back until she leaned against one of the many trees. He pressed his body against her, pinning her in place, as he dropped his head to her neck and inhaled her scent deeply from the source.

"This is where I saw you for the first time," he said as he pulled back. One hand squeezed her side while the other cupped her cheek. "I always wanted it to be you."

Y/N looked into his eyes - the sweet, caring Sam she knew faded away, replaced by raw power and pure lustful need - and she swallowed hard as her thighs clenched. Her heart beat faster as her heat took control, her will bending to the Alpha before her.

"I waited for you," she said.

She'd never really admitted it to herself, but she knew she was waiting for him, hoping one day he'd return. She hoped with all she had that she was Sam's mate. Their relationship and the feelings from their youth never faded from her mind or heart. Now, eyes glowing and chase complete, her blood raced in anticipation of becoming his.

"No more waiting," -Sam spoke as he pecked her lips- "No more running," -he moved to nip at her jaw and smiled against her skin as she whimpered- "Mine," he growled, looking her in the eye before he crashed his lips hard against hers.

Y/N gasped as Sam ground his hips against hers, feeling his hardening length straining beneath the denim. He seized the opportunity, gliding his tongue in her mouth, twisting it with hers, and tasting every inch. Her hands gripped tightly to the sides of his shirt, desperate to hold onto something to ground her.

Sam scooped her into his arms in a flash and smirked at her surprised squeal. He hurriedly carried her into the one-room cabin and kicked the door shut behind them. Once inside the confines of the small structure, Sam set her on her feet but didn't remove his arms from around her. He wasn't sure he could stop touching her anytime soon.

Her scent was intoxicating, and his rut was quickly devouring his control. She couldn't help but moan and whimper at his scent and touch. At the sound of her moans, he clenched his jaw, suddenly grabbing the collar of her shirt and ripping it straight down the middle before his lips began to explore the newly exposed skin.

“Alpha,” she breathed out, running her fingers through his hair and getting lost in the feel of his hot and hungry lips exploring her.

He quickly found his way back to her mouth, devouring her in a searing kiss as his hands worked to remove the tattered shirt and bra. His hands moved firmly against her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing over her nipples as they rapidly hardened under his touch.

“So responsive.” he praised, breathing heavily, “The things I’m gonna do to you -”

His tone sounded like a warning, and Y/N shivered in response, her eyes wide as she dared meet his gaze. He smirked knowingly, taking a few steps back from her and slowly removing his shirt, his eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes roamed his exposed torso, the taut muscles and tanned skin. He had grown and filled out since she'd last seen him, which was saying something considering how toned and built he was before. Her fingers itched to caress every line, and she licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes flitted back to his.

He gave a wicked half-smirk before reaching out to her and pulling her against him. Their bare chests met as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands wandering over her back. Their lips hovered, barely touching and grazing with teasing kisses as their hands explored each other's bodies lovingly.

Her hands ran down over his chest, and she looked up at him with a smile, her eyes filled with warmth and awe. “I always wanted this with you. I just never thought it was possible, " she said, barely a whisper, her cheeks turning red from the admission. Sam watched as the blush trailed down her neck and over her chest. He breathed in sharply at the sight, needing her even more.

He leaned down slowly, then let his lips wander between her breasts, kissing over her heart. Their lips met once more as their hands worked to remove the rest of their clothing from each other. They giggled into their kisses as they struggled and tripped, finally falling together in a mass of limbs on the bed.

Sam hovered over her, his hands lazily exploring her exposed body as he looked over her in awe and appreciation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than you, naked, willing, and waiting for me,” he breathed out, kissing and nipping along her neck. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Alpha,” she breathed out needily, rubbing her clenched thighs together as her hands roamed over his broad shoulders and back.

“Tell me you need me,” he commanded a little firmer, his lips moving down her body, leaving marks of where he’d been.

“I-I need you,” she whined as her fingers ran through his hair.

He spread her legs, positioning himself between them. His hands ran up the insides of her thighs before moving to her center and finding her soaked. She moaned out at the delicate touch of his fingers as they flicked her clit and moved to her entrance. He grasped his cock firmly, gliding it along her slick folds and bumping the head into her clit repeatedly, watching her as she whimpered and whined.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said softly, pecking her lips and chin.

“I’m yours, Sam. Alpha! All yours,” she begged, clawing at him to bring him closer.

Sam smirked at her, “And I’m yours, Baby,” he promised, kissing her deeply as he slid himself into her, groaning out as his hips came flush with hers.

A choked-off whine left his lips as his body trembled, trying to hold still and let her adjust. She was warm and tight around him, a perfect fit to his girth, and he was sure nothing would ever come close to feeling this good again.

“Alpha, please,” She begged him again, trying to gain leverage to move her hips, but he had her pinned with his body. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in harshly, both of them calling out at the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N. Omega,” he groaned, repeating his actions and getting lost in the feel of her around him. He was torn between taking his time, feeling all of her, and just giving in to his hunger and claiming her for his own. He picked up his pace, holding her face in his hands so he could watch every look, every twitch of her face as he filled her again and again. His heart ached from the fullness, and he fought off the urge to cry or whine, his own senses overwhelming him as he tried desperately to keep control and keep himself together.

She shifted her legs higher on his sides, allowing him to sink even further. “Oh God,” they breathed out at the same time. Sam dropped his forehead to hers as he swiveled his hips in slight circles before beginning deep, passionate thrusts within her.

“Oh God, Sam, ALPHA!” she breathed out, her eyes rolling back as her nails dug into his back. He growled in response, thrusting faster. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged, trying to meet his thrusts.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised, shifting his hips as his hands wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place to take all he had to give.

“Sam! I’m gonna…” she called out, her voice catching in her throat as her head lolled to the side.

“Fuck yes, Omega. Cum for me!” Sam demanded, his hand snaking down to rub her clit as he pounded her deep into the mattress. 

She came hard, a scream ripping from her throat as her body convulsed and spasmed beneath him. Sam roared, feeling her clench around him, and dropped his head to the crook of her neck as he thrust deep. His knot popped and locked them together, but he kept thrusting as his seed spilled into her and leaked out around his cock. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed deep before opening his mouth and biting down hard. She screamed and came again, drawing out both of their orgasms.

Once he was able, Sam reluctantly pulled away and grabbed a towel, cleaning them up before climbing back into the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her back tight against his chest and lapping over her claim.

“Are you ok?” he whispered, kissing her neck and shoulder.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed happily, eyes closed and body utterly limp in his hold.

Sam chuckled, holding her tighter to him as she fell asleep. He knew they needed to talk. He'd never told her about hunting and monsters, but now that they were bound, he'd have to tell her the truth. The whole truth. Although he dreaded it, he somehow felt it would be okay. For now, he would enjoy mating with the one who got away and was now his forever.

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SAM WINCHESTER:

When Aaron wakes up, he feels pain.

Pain, unlike anything that he has felt before. Everything in his body hurts; hot yet freezing at the same time. His body feels numb from the cold. He feels everything yet nothing at the same time.

It takes him a moment to realize his throat is hurting because he is screaming in pain; a shriek of pain, anger, and sorrow about what had happened.

He is still bleeding, a pool of blood surrounding him. He is wounded, with slices covering his entire body and a knife to his chest. His clothes are tattered by Aphmau, constantly slicing the knife at him.

He breathes heavily, constantly groaning in pain at any slight movement he makes with his arms. His arms feel heavy and weak. It takes everything in him to raise his arms. He stares at his hands for a moment and it looks pale. He doesn't feel his hands when he closes them into a fist, still too cold to process anything other than trying to get himself to move.

He lifts his head with effort as he wills his hands to grab the handle of the knife in his chest. He shakily breathes, inhaling and exhaling close to panicking. He lifts the knife slowly and his breath hitches, feeling the cold steel blade against his also cold body.

He pauses in lifting the knife from his chest, shaky breaths escaping his lips. His hands are trembling from the cold. He grips tightly on the knife and with a shout; he removes the knife from his chest.

The knife lands next to him and his arms fall back to the ground after extensive effort to remove the sharp object from his chest. He feels blood pouring out from where the knife was in his chest.

He lifts his head and immediately drops it back to the ground when he feels lightheaded.

"I need to get up…" he says, voice raspy from the screaming earlier. He tries sitting up, but the action itself sends him into a blind of pain. He can lift himself from the ground a few centimeters high for his body to feel the excruciating pain and lie back in the cold snow. "It hurts…"

He feels bruises everywhere in his body. Attempting to move his legs just by a little hurt. There are broken bones in his body and he knows it with the way his ribs pierce through his lungs as he breathes, a piercing feeling that leaves him unable to breathe for a few minutes.

"I… can't… die here…" he wheezes out the words, his voice too weak to say it loudly and clearly. He breathes slowly, concentrating on the way his chest moves up and down to still feel that he is alive and to get a semblance of control over his body.

He thinks back to when his father caught him trying to sneak out to go to Aphmau's home. His father reminded him to stay away from her after his declaration that he loved her, and the deal they made so he could go to a public school instead of a military academy. He got upset and his father reminded him of the consequences of what happens if he couldn't control himself before sending him back to his room.

"I… don't want… to be alone…" he admitted to no one. He makes another attempt to get his body to move, but it doesn't work. It makes him frustrated. He needs to move. He needs to get up.

But every attempt he's made isn't working. No matter how hard he exerts his body to move, he can't. He is too exhausted to move, to think. All he feels is the pain in his body and believes it's a miracle for him to not be dying again.

His lips tremble at how lonely he truly feels, with no one by his side at this moment. He is alone and in pain. There is no one to comfort him or reassure him that everything's going to be okay.

He thinks back to when he was invited to hang out during college, but a guard from his father prevented him from approaching closer to them. He told the guard he just wanted to make friends, but the guard wouldn't let him. His father wouldn't allow him because he decided to visit Phoenix Drop High, which almost led to his secret being exposed of him being the Ultima Werewolf. He wasn't allowed to have any privacy in his life. He was all alone.

"It doesn't have to be like that…" His body feels numb from the cold the longer he stays lying on the snow. He can't feel his fingertips. His lips are parched and chapped. His throat is sore and dry. "Not anymore…!"

He hears a whine beside him, so he forces his head to turn in that direction. He sees the same wolf he took care of when it was injured. Its ears and tail are lowered down as it looks at him.

"It's you," he hoarsely whispered. His lips pull downward when he sees the young wolf being worried about him.

The young wolf whines and whimpers as it moves closer to his body, providing some warmth when its fur touches his exposed skin. He never knew how cold he felt until that moment.

"Don't cry… I'll be fine…" he reassures the young wolf. "I just…—" He sucks in a sharp breath when his ribs pierce his lungs— "... need to pull… myself together."

His gaze lowers to the young wolf's leg, and seeing part of his torn jacket wrapped around its leg reminded him of the time when he and Aphmau were practicing the Romeo and Juliet stage play. She remembered that the bandanna he wore was the same one back in high school, which flustered him quite a bit. She questioned him why he was still wearing the bandanna over his eyes and he couldn't find it in himself to come up with a lie, so he stayed quiet instead of answering her question.

She apologized for crossing his boundaries and apologized even more for what happened between them back at high school. He reassured her, telling her that he would never abandon her, and how she made him happy. She told him of how she missed seeing his eyes and he almost slipped at how he couldn't control his power. But knowing how happy it made Aphmau gave him enough courage to remove his bandanna to show her his eyes—his normal, dark eyes that she loved. They hugged, and she asked if he would always be there for her, and he agreed.

"I won't give up!" he shouts as he uses all his strength to get himself to stand up. Thinking of her reminds him of who he is fighting for and why he still hasn't given up. "I am going to get you back, Aphmau." He tears off the sleeves of his jacket to use as a cover for his eyes.

He is filled with a new profound determination, but the short adrenaline doesn't last long and almost falls back to the ground if it weren't for the young wolf moving by his side as a support. He breathes in sharply when he feels his ribs pierce his lungs. He moved too much.

He looks at the young wolf with a small smile and gently rubs it behind its ears. "Thank you," he breathed out.

He then looks at the ground where his body had previously lay and grimaces at the amount of blood staining the snow. It's everywhere. Anyone who might stumble upon this would believe that someone died in this area.

Died…

He still finds it hard to believe that he died. There's a hollow feeling in his chest and even though he knows he is living with the way he breathes and the way his heart beats, it is still too slow to be normal.

He still feels ‌disconnected from his body.

And he doesn't know if it's because he had been brought back to life because of the mysterious lady, or because of the numbing feeling from his body touching the snow for who knows how long.

His skin is still pale, likely from the blood loss, but patches of his skin with different shades of red, some are white or blue. He touches those areas and they feel numb, yet tingly. Hypothermia, perhaps? Or is it frostbite?

He doesn't know which one, but he knows the numb yet tingly feeling isn't a good thing to be feeling.

He takes a step forward and he would have fallen if the young wolf wasn't supporting most of his body weight. His legs are wobbly and stiff. It's hard to get it moving without him stumbling immediately.

He continues walking, taking slow steps forward as drips of blood fall to the snow. He walks in the direction of where the cabin is and hopes there are medical supplies he can use to treat his injuries.

Aaron leaves the area with a young wolf by his side as support, with a trail of blood following behind him.

Anya trembles, tears at the corner of her eyes as her mama kneels and gently wraps her into a comforting hug. Anya vaguely listens as her mama scolds her for leaving her side and wandering off somewhere dangerous.

Anya lifts her trembling arms and wraps them around her mama's waist, squeezing it as much with the little strength she has. The adrenaline from running away from the bad men with the big dog by her side has already worn off, and she feels exhausted.

"Mama," she sniffled, voice trembling along with her body.

Her mama pulls her closer, engulfing her entire body in her warmth. "Shh… it's okay, Anya-san," she murmured. "Mama's here."

Anya looks at her mama. Her mama's eyes are full of concern towards her, void of the murderous expression she saw when her mama looked at the bad guys. Her smile is soft and full of warmth that immediately brings her more comfort.

Anya smiles back at her mama, giggling when she wipes away the tears before they fall. Her mama looks at her everywhere, eyes darting towards her face and body before she relaxes.

Her mama gives her another pat on the head before standing up. She looks at the tied-up unconscious man beside them and her body jerks as if remembering the situation they were in earlier.

"We need to report this to the police quickly…" Her mama turns to look at her. "Do you remember what the bad guys looked like and what their conversations were about?"

"Uhm…" Anya ponders, scrunching her eyes as she recalls the bad men who were after her. "I'll try my best."

Her mama claps her hands in delight. "That's great!" She looks at the big dog and bows, polite as ever. "Thank you again for saving Anya-san!"

"Borf!" the dog barks, his tail wagging when he looks at her.

Anya turns to the big dog and wraps her arms around him while nuzzling his fur. The dog barks in return, licking her face. She laughs, nuzzling his fur even more.

She turns to her mama when she feels a hand on her back. "Let's go find a phone booth and you can tell me all about the bad guys."

She nods. "Okay, Mama."

Anya follows her mama out of the alleyway with the big dog beside her as she recounts the events of what happened while leaving out details that could expose her of her mind-reading abilities (including the dog's future-seeing ability) in fear of how her mama would react when she finds out. She watches her mama's expression change several times while her thoughts go between being relieved that Anya's safe and a vivid image of what she would do to the bad guys if she sees them again.

Her mama ushers her to a bench nearby when she sees a phone booth. Anya sits down and quietly watches as her mama talks to the police on the line. She fiddles with the buttons on her coat as she looks down. She turns to the big dog beside her, noticing his nose twitch before his ears perk up.

Anya leans forward. "Doggy?" Her eyes widen when she feels a thought forming in the dog's mind. You… Anya leans closer to the dog, curious about what future the big dog will show her next. Are you seeing the future again?

Anya closes her eyes to further focus on the big dog's mind and sees a vision of her family with smiles, hers being the biggest of them all. It's the same future she saw when she first met the big dog, but it changes. A sudden change that threw her off. The vision glitches and it changes. Papa is gone and all that remains are Anya and Mama. Anya is looking down with trembling lips while Mama is turned away with her arms crossed.

Anya is taken away from the vision for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and fear. Papa's gone?!

Anya can't continue her thoughts because the vision resumes, taking her back to see the future. She sees a giant clock tower and one of the arms moving. Where is this? The clock tower gongs loudly and she is shown a wider view of the area before an explosion happens.

She sees herself standing in front of a ruined building, rubble surrounding someone. The vision gives her a closer view of herself hyperventilating, eyes wide of fear and despair, as it finally gives her a view of who was under all the rubble: her Papa. Her Papa is covered in blood, with open but lifeless eyes. "P-Papa!" her future self cried out.

Anya tries to focus more on the vision, but she keeps thinking back on the vision of her dead papa. She sees news about the explosion on the TV and the peace between Ostania and Westalis breaking apart.

The vision ends and Anya is left with the knowledge of a future happening where she loses her papa and peace breaking. Her eyes are wide with fear and her hands tremble. She quickly gets off the bench. "Was that the future?" she whispered to the big dog. She tries not to be too loud or her mama will find out the truth, but it is louder than what a whisper should sound like in her state of panic. That future is horrible! Anya shakes the big dog, wanting to see more of the future. Papa will die, and peace will be over!

Anya flinches when her mama scolds her, but she only focuses on the crisis happening in the future. She spares the dog from more shaking as she lowers her arms. She looks down. Papa will die by an explosion…? She shakes as she imagines the vision of her papa. I need to tell Mama and ask her for help… — Anya turns to her mama, who continues talking to the police on the phone. She knows her mama will do anything to protect her and papa. She has the strength and skills for it — but I can't tell her about my telepathy…

Anya looks down at her predicament before an idea strikes her. She turns to the big dog and asks, "Doggy… if we try really hard, can we change the future?"

The big dog tilts his head. Anya doesn't know if that means ‌the big dog agrees, but she is not taking her chance away from saving the future. With a silent agreement, both she and the dog look at her mama and then at each other. Anya leans closer to the dog and whispers behind her hands, "Can you still run?"

"Borf!"

Anya nods, giving a pat to the big dog. She turns to her mama, thinking of an excuse she can give to her mama without exposing her secret. "Sorry Mama… Anya just remembered something." With her eyes closed and not looking at her mama, she exclaims, "Papa went to the toilet without any paper!" Her mama sounds confused, but Anya doesn't pay attention. She quickly opens her eyes and turns to the dog, jumping on his back. "He's in danger right now! Anya will get him his toilet paper!" she continued while the dog started running away. She adjusts herself on the dog's back so she wouldn't fall off.

Anya hears the worried cries of her mama, but she doesn't tell the big dog to stop. She needs to save papa and stop peace from breaking. She holds on the white fur tightly and she looks around the area, paying attention to any towers or buildings that she sees in the vision.

The dog runs and runs, not stopping for a break. He changes directions constantly as if knowing where he needs to go. Anya ignores the awes and thoughts of the people when they see her and the big dog, completely focused on stopping the future.

It goes on for a few minutes, but it's forever to Anya when she finally sees the clock tower from a distance. "Found it! It's that pointy clock thing!" She points over to the direction that gets them closer to the tower. "Over there, Doggy!"

The dog runs faster, and she has to hold on to her dear life, fear and panic taking over the longer she is taking to save the future. "That's where Papa's gonna die! We can't let that happen!"

The dog runs past the crowded people and stops when they arrive at the place where her papa dies. We got to the tower! Anya gets down from the tired dog and she frantically looks around the area while the big dog pants in exhaustion. Where's Papa's death place?! She sees no hints or anything that can help her save the future, so she runs back to the big dog.

She jumps at the big dog and shakes him in hopes that a vision of the future will play. "Doggy, show me the future again!" She gets off the big dog when he doesn't give her the vision that she needs to see. She thinks back to the vision she saw earlier and remembers another detail. Anya remembers the clock going ding-dong when the bomb exploded! She points her fingers, trying to imitate where the clock arms were in the vision she saw. When the needle is at the top!

So we only have… Anya looks at the clock tower, her brows furrowing when she tries to read the time. Anya can't read a clock! She panics as she stares at her two pointing fingers, hoping it can tell her the time. The short needle and long needle… Which is which?!

Anya panics even more, watching as the longer needle moves closer to her papa's death. She worries she won't be able to save her papa in time. A vision of her papa's lifeless eyes crosses her mind again, and she shakes them away, not wanting to be reminded of it. She looks around the area, hoping for anything that could help her.

Anya stops looking when she finds an old man on the bench with his eyes closed. Maybe he can help…? she thought, while lowering her arms. Anya looks at the big dog and he seems to have regained some of his strength.

Anya pets the big dog when he moves closer to her, using his snout to push her towards the old man on the bench. Anya stumbles and would have fallen if the big dog hadn't bitten her coat, letting her steady herself before pushing her towards the old man until she walks towards the bench, with the big dog sitting down next to her.

She takes careful yet fast-paced steps until she's in front of the old man. "Excuse me…" The old man wakes up from his nap and looks at Anya. She points at the clock tower and asks, "How many minutes before that clock goes 'ding dong'?"

The old man looks at the clock tower. "Oh, you're talking about the bell? It rings every hour, so I guess the next one is about thirty minutes away."

Anya bows. "Tank yew!"

Thirty minutes! Gotta hurry! Anya leaves the area quickly, with the big dog by her side. But then she stops. How many are thirty minutes…? She still doesn't understand how time works, and she wonders if she would know about it if she paid more attention during her classes. She frowns at the thought.

The big dog sniffs at the air and before Anya can even ask what the big dog is doing, she is carried away and only lets down when she is hiding behind a building. "What is it, Doggy?" she asked. Curious as to why she was hidden away by the big dog, she takes a peek at the side of the building. Oh no! Her heart jumps when she sees the bad guy from earlier. That's the bad guys' boss! She hides away before the man could see her, pushing the big dog behind her so he wouldn't be seen by them.

Anya holds her breath, covering her mouth to keep herself from making a sound. Her eyes widen when she hears another dog bark and move closer to them. He found us! It's silent for a few seconds before the boss speaks and the dog whines and barks while being yanked back.

Anya takes a small peek, and she exhales in relief when the boss' dog didn't find them. The big dog does the same, although still looking worried.

I need to get outta here before someone notices me. Anya perks up when she hears the boss' thoughts, moving closer to focus on it. Be sure to blow up for me… My improvised trap…

"The bomb is his doing?!" she whispered behind her hands.

Go, come after me, you stupid pigs! The moment you open the door, you'll be greeted with a bang! the man continues his thoughts with a smirk as he looks at the building where the hideout is supposed to be.

Anya follows his line of sight. "That building over there?" She must look worried out of her mind because the big dog moves closer to her, a muted bark to reassure her. Anya is still frowning. Her brows are pulled closer together, but she allows her hands to go across the big dog's fur. It brings her comfort, but it doesn't last long when she hears the boss's thoughts.

There might be some casualties from the explosion… But it's a must for the greater good. Anya turns when she hears a car move and realizes the boss is about to drive away. At least you can take pride in dying for your country.

As the car leaves, Anya finally leaves her hiding spot. She is frantic and worried. "This is bad!" The comfort from the big dog is gone and replaced with panic as she flails her arms around. "We have to stop the bomb!" She points at the clock tower and imitates the needles with the gesture of her hand. "Uh… the big hand moved from the seven to the eight, so… We've only got eight minutes?" She tries to recount any lessons she might've had with her papa or the teachers, but her mind draws blank. "Uhh… Ahh…" She can't focus on all her panic and the constant thoughts from the other people around the area. The more she tries to think, the bigger the headache is growing.

"Anyway, let's hurry up!" Anya shakes her head and she runs towards the building where the bomb should be. The big dog follows her the entire time. She tiptoes to reach the doorknob and open the door with a slam.

Anya looks up and sees all the stairs she has to go on to reach the floor where the bomb will be. She wants to complain. She feels it bubbling in her throat, but she has to stop herself from bursting into a tantrum because it's not the time for it. She needs to be a big girl. Anya swallows the lump in her throat and climbs up the stairs, fastening her pace whenever she feels herself slow down just a bit.

Anya eventually reaches the top floor, taking large gulps of breath as she holds on to the big dog so she doesn't collapse on her knees. Anya wipes away the sweat on her forehead. She looks at the big dog, who starts sniffing at the air, his nuzzle pointing towards the only door in front of them.

"This place…?" she asked the big dog, who nodded at her in response. Bomb…! Anya takes careful steps, afraid to trigger the bomb that would hurt them and everyone else nearby. The big dog does the same behind her, but she can still hear his steps due to his size.

Anya stops in front of the door. Slowly and carefully, she reaches for the doorknob to open the door.

She is stopped by the big dog barking at her, reminding Anya of what the boss thought earlier. Her body jerks and she immediately drops her arm. "I forgot! I'll explode if I open the door!"

Anya takes careful steps back, holding her hands together and keeping them close to her body as she looks around the room and how she can go inside without setting off the bomb. She looks up and sees an open window that leads to the inside of the room. With her size, she would fit through it. Maybe I can fit through that little window! Anya pushes the boxes nearby as a staircase to reach the window. Half of her body goes through, but she struggles to get the other half and get her fully inside the room. She tries to tiptoe, but it doesn't work. "Doggy, give me a push!" she commanded as she struggled to get in.

The dog gives her the push she needs and the rest of her body fits through the window. She gasps as she falls, but the pile of boxes saves her from the landing. She groans in pain before opening her eyes to look around the room, her eyes falling on the bomb attached to the wall with tape. A bomb!!

Her nerves are fraying at seeing an actual bomb, but she also feels excitement coursing through her veins. It's an adventure just like the Spy Wars show! Anya gets up with a determined expression as she faces the bomb. She grabs the gloves in her pocket and puts them on, remembering not to leave any fingerprints just like what Bondman did in one of the episodes. If I can disarm it, I can save Papa!

Anya climbs on top of the wooden cabinet for closer reach of the bomb. Her hands reach towards the bomb before stopping. She draws her hands back with one thought crossing her mind. "How do I… disarm a bomb?"

I saw on TV that you must cut the red cable or the blue cable to stop it; she thought while looking around the bomb. Anya jumps off the wooden cabinet and moves closer to the bomb, her eyes darting forward for any red or blue wires. "Cables… cables…" she mutters while her arms are spread out, sneaking around the bomb.

Shock!!!! Anya freezes when she sees no red or blue wires. The cables are all black!

Anya darts around the room, pacing in her panic while she looks for anything that can help her out. I don't even have any wire-cutty scissors! She presses her hands closer to her, eyes wide as saucers the longer she can't think of a solution. What should I do?! There's no time left! She briefly looks at the bomb taped to the wall. I need to tell Papa not to come in… But then he'll find out about me and throw me away!

But if Papa dies, that's worse! Fear takes over Anya as she kneels while covering her face, at a loss of what to do. And world peace is disrupted! She closes her eyes. The brave front she had earlier is gone, and she is left with herself dealing with this situation. Her body trembles when she recalls the vision of her papa under the rubble. It haunts her mind, worse than her experience at the lab with the scary men in white coats.

She opens her eyes and looks up at the bomb, unsure how much time she has left before it goes boom. She is tired, and the fatigue is already settling in her. Anya looks to the side, and sees a squeeze bottle of ketchup, as well as discarded food and drinks on the table.

I can send a message to Papa! She brightens at the new idea popping into her mind. Once again, she is reminded of a Spy Wars episode, where Bondman found a cryptic message that saved everyone from a disaster. She gets up and heads to the table to grab the squeeze bottle of ketchup. She is filled with a new sense of determination and bravery now that she found a solution to her problem. Anya grabs a broken piece of glass with another idea forming in her head.

It is now time for her to get out of the room. Anya takes a glance at the bomb taped near the door and knows she cannot use it to get out. She glances back at the open window and knows she needs to get through it again. She looks at the boxes she fell on top of and decides to use the table instead. She places the squeeze bottle of ketchup and the broken piece of glass on top of the table before pushing it towards the wall. It takes her a lot of tremendous effort and willpower to do it, sweat dripping down her forehead once she achieves it.

Anya uses the remaining boxes and uses it to climb on top of the table. Anya grabs the squeeze bottle of ketchup and drops it to the other side through the window. The big dog jumps when the squeeze bottle lands, and the dog lying down while waiting for her to complete her mission.

Next is the tricky and dangerous part. She has to get through the window while avoiding getting hurt by the broken piece of glass. She takes a careful approach in this, grabbing the broken piece of glass and opens the window. Anya looks down at the height she has to get down to. It's high, and it scares her, but she doesn't give in to the fear.

Anya grins. "Doggy!" she calls out to the big dog, and he barks in response. "Anya needs your help to get down!"

The big dog moves towards the boxes, giving her a safe place to land on when she falls. Anya goes out in the opposite way; she starts with her legs, kicking them lightly as she slowly makes her way down. Her grip on the window still tightens the longer she is hanging on to it. She places the broken piece of glass on the window still to give her papa a view of the bomb. With the little strength she has left and hope the big dog is there to help her, Anya releases her grip and she falls.

He huffs out an exhale when Anya lands on his big body; the fur softening her landing. "Thank you, Doggy!" She gets off the big dog and pats his head in gratitude.

Anya then grabs the squeeze bottle of ketchup and heads over to the door. With her artistic skills, she draws bombs and explosions, along with an arrow pointing towards the doorknob. She moves the boxes that haven't been destroyed by her earlier and uses them as a stepping stool to write 'NO' on the door while using the squeeze bottle of ketchup.

Anya takes a step back with a proud grin at her work. There's a delight in her eyes, gleaming at her message for her papa. "Let's go, Doggy!" She drops the squeeze bottle next to the door, already making her way down the stairs. The big dog follows her behind as they run out of the building.

She climbs on top of the big dog and they run as far as they can from the area. Simultaneously, Anya sees a car pass by them and a fleeting thought of 'Anya?' inside it.

Anya turns her head towards the car with wide eyes while feeling her heart drop. Papa? She wants to tell the big dog to stop, but she doesn't want her papa to ask her any questions that could expose her secret. Instead, she faces forward and instructs the big dog to go faster. She is not taking any risks on this one.

Anya looks at the clock tower, her eyes widening when the long and short needles are getting super close to what she saw in the vision. She holds her breath when the clock tower dongs; the sound echoing in her ears. The big dog stops when her grip on his fur tightens, body trembling while waiting for her plan to work. Papa… did you see my message?

The world is silent for a moment.

She hears no loud boom.

It's quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Anya turns her head towards the building she just left a few minutes ago, and she waits.

She is startled by the big dog's sudden barking, as he continues running farther away from the building. His ears are pointed forward, his snout twitching. "Doggy—?!"

Anya sees a flash in the new vision she got from the big dog and then nothing.

Before Anya can begin to question it, the vision ends and she is hit with a sudden flash in her eyes.

And then…

Boom.

A/N: writing child characters is hard... the next chapter will come out on october 24! ... if i manage to finish writing it before the day.

anyways, i finally got my first entry for whumptober 2024 out!! this was the first thing i worked on and i had to stop myself from publishing this before october. i have already pre-written 12 whumptober entries while the rest are wips. this is my little treat after not posting anything for 9 months excluding the one shot i posted last month, that was supposed to be out a year ago :)

The weight of her head was heavy in her hands, the concrete beneath her cold enough to numb her backside. Groaning, she pinched her eyes shut against the overly bright lights that rained down on her, creating a constant pounding behind her closed lids.

"Good Morning, Ms. Y/L/N. How are we feeling today?"

Y/N groaned louder, the chipper and familiar voice only adding to her torment.

"Mornin' Padadeputy," she snorted at her joke, wincing as it caused her poor, battered brain pain. "Can I go home?" she croaked, working her mouth to ease the dryness.

She could use a drink. But the very thought had her throwing a hand over her mouth and rushing to the steel toilet in the corner, the remnants of her late-night excursions making a reappearance.

Wiping a hand across her mouth, she leaned her back against the wall, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed as she felt a bit of relief from her suffering. Though the constant rhythmic pounding in her head only grew more prominent.

The sound of metal sliding against metal, locks clicking, and doors sliding alerted her that she was no longer confined. Opening her eyes just enough, she could make out her favorite deputy's tall and lean figure.

"So, at this rate, should we keep this room open for you?" Officer Padalecki joked as he leaned against the open doorway of the cell.

Using the wall as leverage, she forced herself to her feet, her body protesting the movements. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, waking herself up enough to return home.

"Maybe I just like seeing you?" She smiled over-sweetly and shuffled past him as her feet walked the familiar path.

"Not that I'm complaining, but there's probably better ways to get my attention," he teased.

The flirty banter between them happened with ease. Y/N, unfortunately, made a habit of landing herself in the drunk tank at least once a week. Though they'd never seen or talked to each other outside of the local jail, they formed an easy camaraderie.

The truth was he worried about her, the unclaimed Omega slowly drinking herself to death, being forcibly removed from local bars for disorderly conduct on many occasions. She seemed like a sweet but troubled woman. Maybe it was his caring side or his Alpha, but he worried and wanted her to be okay.

Y/N's senses were sharp, even when drunk out of her mind. She could see his attractiveness and smell his rich Alpha lurking under the surface. She'd never been with an Alpha, never felt the pull. But in her condition, there was no way she could start now, even if there were an attraction unlike anything she'd felt before. She brushed it off as another symptom; her Omega had long since become unreliable.

-

Jared walked back into the office area after escorting Y/N outside. As soon as he entered, Jensen looked up with a lewd grin, making Jared sigh and roll his eyes.

"Alright, let's have it," Jared scoffed as he sat at his desk, crossing his booted feet on the desktop and leaning back in his chair.

He had worked with Jensen at the station for years, but they had met at the training academy before that. However, they only spent a little time together outside of work, as they were involved in the community. Sometimes, they'd see each other at local events, but they were both occupied with helping the community in various ways, volunteering, and making their hometown well-cared for and safe.

Y/N was relatively new to their community. No one knew much about her. She lived in town but didn't seem to work anywhere, and she spent almost every Friday night sleeping it off in the jail. Regardless, Jared was attracted to her almost immediately after catching a slight hint of her scent. He often felt like a swooning teenager again in her presence, which Jensen never missed a chance to rib him about, leaving Jared an embarrassed and blustering mess.

"So, you ever gonna ask her out, or you just planning to be a secret admirer?" Jensen teased as usual.

"Come on, man," Jared groaned. "We've been over this. It's unprofessional to do that when I'm on duty and she's in jail. I never see her outside of this place. Maybe it's just not meant to be?"

He didn't like how the words tasted as he spoke them, somehow feeling malformed. There was something between them, a possible compatibility. After all, Jensen could never catch any scent from her; he was an Alpha, too. So, if Jared was sensitive to her scent, it must mean something.

Jensen shook his head and laughed before getting back to some paperwork. Jared sighed again, doing the same and wondering if he'd ever see her outside the jail and off duty, just like two people in the world. Then, he promised himself, he’d try again.

-

After Jared clocked out for the end of his shift - his relief right on time as usual - he tried to put Y/N out of his mind, but his Alpha was set on her ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. His mind flip-flopped as usual, switching from the primal Alpha wanting her to the rational man determined to remain professional. Either way, whatever was going on in her life, he was sure the last thing she needed was an Alpha sniffing around.

As he walked towards his truck, twirling his keys in his hand, he saw Y/N waiting on a bench by the station. She usually called a cab to come and get her when she was released, but she was long gone by the time he left to go home. Deciding to take a chance, he went over to her.

"Waiting on your cab?" he smiled down at her.

She nodded, "Yeah, they're just a little busy this morning."

"I can give you a ride if you'd like," he offered, pointing over his shoulder at his truck. Y/N's eyes flitted between him and his truck before she sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed in the old truck, the effort seeming to drain her. She glanced at him, the same look of worry she saw from everyone etched onto his beautiful face.

"I'm fine. Just need some sleep."

It was one of her standard responses. She was glad that Jared seemed to buy it and started driving. She gave him directions to her house, grateful the town was small and wasn't a long drive.

"Thanks again," she said as she climbed out of the truck and shut the door. "See you later."

"I hope under different circumstances," he chuckled, a light tinge of pink staining his cheeks and ears.

Yeah, she wished that things could be different, too. She bid her farewell as it was, noting that Jared hadn't driven off until she was safely secured inside. Sighing, she brushed it off, eager to get rid of the stink of jail and stale liquor that clung to her.

She stumbled into her bathroom, pulling off her clothes on the way, a haphazard trail left behind her. She leaned on the bathroom counter, groaning at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. Drinking wasn't doing her any favors, but it was the only way to drown the pain and sorrow.

She turned to the corner of the counter, opening her organized pill box and eyeballing the many different medications in various colors and sizes she had to take every day. She hated it, but her regimen required it as part of her treatment for aging, unmated Omegas.

She downed the pills with a glass of water, showered, and dried as quickly as possible. Forgoing clothes, she climbed into her bed, sleep taking over quickly.

-

Y/N sat in the oversized pleather chair, letting out a long sigh. Her eyes were more than bored with whatever random home makeover show played on the muted TV. She allowed her eyes to roam, taking in the other chairs like hers, with different people occupying them.

Her head rolled to the other side, glancing at the IV in her arm, her eyes following up the tubing to the bag hanging above her, still half-full. She groaned, knowing she'd be there a while yet.

She'd been at it for six months, and the treatment of donated Alpha enzymes was designed to counteract the decline of her Omega body. She was past the average age for Omegas to be mated, never having found an Alpha that called to her Omega. Now, being mateless had become a medical condition, her body rapidly deteriorating from lack of a mate and the necessary enzymes a bite would provide.

Still, the treatments would only work so much and for so long, prolonging the inevitable. Y/N's doctors insisted she try finding a mate as soon as possible, but she wasn't willing to settle for anyone. Her stubbornness, however, didn't help her condition. The treatments weren't as effective anymore, and her body started to build a tolerance. She shifted in her chair, the squeaky creak of the materials making her groan.

"Y/N?"

Her head snapped up, and her brow furrowed at the figure across the room. He finished his conversation with a doctor, rolling the sleeves of his plaid flannel down over his forearms as he approached her with a smile.

He pulled up one of the smaller guest chairs beside her, laying his coat over his knee. His body looked too large and long for the basic chair.

"Padadeputy," she greeted, but without the usual smile. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still confused over his sudden appearance and at having someone see her here. She hadn't told a soul about her treatments, not that she had anyone to say anything to.

"Jared," he corrected her with a smile. "I come in a couple times a month," he explained. "I donate enzymes."

His eyes drifted from the IV in her arm to the hanging bag, his gaze flicking back to her eyes. She lowered her head in shame, heat spreading across her cheeks. For a moment, they both wondered if it was his enzymes she'd received.

The awkward silence dragged out between them, Jared waiting for her to speak. She didn't like anyone knowing about her condition, afraid Alphas would try to claim her in a heartbeat 'for her own good.' But, for whatever reason, Y/N felt compelled to tell Jared the truth. She wanted him to know. Maybe her Omega was reaching out to him again, but she gave in to this small need to connect with the Alpha before her.

"I've never had a mate," she spoke quietly, picking at her nails. "I've been doing treatments for a few months. But it's-" she sighed, briefly meeting his eyes and forcing a smile, "-it's not working so well."

"I had a mate," Jared broke the silent tension after a beat. "A long time ago," he dropped his head. She worried for him, wanting to reach out and comfort him. But she focused instead on her hands in her lap again.

"She died in an accident," he continued, seemingly composing himself as he met her eyes again. "Now that I'm…older," he smirked, "It's getting harder to deal with." She was thoroughly surprised by his admission.

"Well, I wouldn't recommend drinking to cope," she chuckled, trying to ease the seriousness.

"I can't imagine the drinking is helping," Jared stated. "It can't be good with the treatments-"

"I don't need a lecture," she whined, surprised at herself for not being more angry at his audacity. "I get enough of that from my doctor."

"Maybe you should listen," Dr. Collins interrupted with a smile and a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you two knew each other."

"Hey, Mish," Jared responded with a warm smile. 

Misha had also grown up in the town and was a prominent fixture in the community. The Omega Outreach Program, which he helped found and develop, drew Omegas from all over for his unique treatments and regimens.

Y/N listened as the two men chatted. She often felt like an outsider, having moved there specifically for the treatments. When both men turned their attention back to her, she was pulled from her musings.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'd like to go over some things with you. Would you like Jared to leave?"

Both men waited as she made up her mind, shaking her head. "He can stay," she said in a small and quiet voice.

Jared was the closest thing she had to a friend; having someone to know and talk to about things would be helpful. But also, it was an attempted blow to stifle her Omega. As much as she pined after Jared, she knew he wouldn't be interested if he knew the truth of her condition. What Alpha would want a broken, dying Omega? At least when he learned, he could leave, and she could try and let go of this stupid fantasy she'd concocted in her mind.

"Okay," Dr. Collins nodded as he pulled up a seat to talk with her. "You'll be happy to know it appears this round of treatments is starting to work, at least a little," he explained. Y/N was surprised as each round of treatments before had failed, her body not finding compatibility with any of the enzymes she was provided. Now, it seemed, they'd finally found a match. "I'm still worried about your heat. And, of course," he leveled her with a gaze, "The goal is to find an Alpha for a permanent solution possibly. Have you given more thought to what we discussed?"

She appreciated his vagueness at the time, seeing Jared stir quietly. Dr. Collins had recommended a matching service that would pair her with an Alpha who needed an Omega. A clinical pairing that would keep them alive, if not happy or in love. That wasn't the point of those programs; she didn't want to go that route. It felt like giving up, and a small part of her hoped to find the fairytale of True Mates and love and romance. Her eyes flashed to Jared, stirring deep within her, alerting her to the fact her Omega was trying to seek the Alpha it needed in him.

"No," she shook her head, forcing her eyes from Jared back to Misha. "I don't want to do that."

Misha sighed, glancing between the pair before nodding. "Alright, we'll continue your treatments and see how you do. Same time next week?"

She smiled and nodded, and Dr. Collins dismissed himself to help the next patient. She liked him a lot. He never seemed to judge her, was open, kind, and understanding, but provided the same level of detailed care to every one of his patients. It was a big part of what made him so sought after in the first place.

"It seems pretty bad," Jared mumbled once they were alone again. He tried to bite back the rising jealousy at his following words: "He's recommending a matching service, isn't he?" She nodded, and he felt a little queasy. "Is that what you want?"

"No," she said, meeting his eyes. "I don't want to give myself to any Alpha to survive. But because I've never been with an Alpha at all, my condition is worse. I'm afraid the choice will be taken from me."

Jared licked his lips and leaned forward, ready to take the chance and offer himself to her, "Y/N, I-"

His phone ringing made him squeeze his eyes shut and curse. As he answered the phone, Jared's body slumped, and Y/N knew he would have to leave.

"-I have to go," he finished lamely, flashing her an apologetic look.

"Duty calls," she chuckled, attempting again to lighten a rather heavy mood.

He laughed with a light sparkle in his eyes. Even though he was a rather large Alpha, she felt comfortable around him. Conversation flowed easily, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone before. She was almost sad when her treatment finished, and he bid her farewell. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared from her sight.

Maybe it's for the best, she thought, that he leaves before her Omega reaches out for him with dying desperation, ignoring the lingering flutter in her chest. Regardless, she hoped she might see him again, not from within the drunk tank.

-

Jared checked his watch, hurrying his steps toward the hospital's entrance. He did his best to try and calm his racing heart. Jared scheduled his donations for several weeks to coincide with Y/N's treatments.

After their third visit, Dr. Collins pulled him aside to say that she'd been improving with Jared's visits and that the treatments were becoming more effective. However, they still wouldn't tell him if she received his enzymes, so Jared made sure to be there for her.

She was utterly alone, he learned. And her drinking that kept landing her in jail was a failed coping mechanism. She was spiraling toward a painful end. The more he knew and the more time he spent with her, the stronger the pull between them became.

Maybe it was because they were both without a mate. Perhaps it was because they were both dealing with their bodies degrading. But he held on to the slight hope that maybe they were compatible, and that's why their visits always felt like the highlight of his week.

He was nervous as he reached the treatment floor. He was excited to see Y/N and had been working up the nerve over the past two weeks. This time, he was ready; he would go for it and ask her out. Their connection was strong, and he'd been attracted to her since he first saw her. Finally, things were aligning.

As he entered the clinic, his heart sank. He did not see Y/N anywhere among those receiving treatment. He knew it was the right day, the same as it had always been. Checking his watch once more, he frowned. Turning to the receptionist's desk, he gave his name and signed in on the sheet. While the woman behind the desk typed on her computer, he took a moment to glance over the sign-in sheet, not seeing her name anywhere.

Maybe she had other things going on and had to reschedule her appointment. Jared forced back his despondency, deciding to show up earlier the following week. As he sat through his donation, his mind overthinking in circles and lamenting her absence, the most primal side of his inner Alpha began to wake for the first time in years.

-

Jared tried to focus on the paperwork at his desk, but he was restless, his inner Alpha rising to the forefront increasingly with each passing day. He could feel Jensen's eyes boring into him, but he did his best to ignore it. Jensen was increasingly concerned as he watched his Alpha friend unravel before him. He wasn't even sure Jared was aware of the huffs and growls falling from his lips sporadically, his scent permeating everything around him.

"What?" Jared growled at his friend and co-worker with bared teeth. At Jensen's raised brow, Jared tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry."

"Man, I've never seen you like this," Jensen said. "Not even after Gen."

"I know," Jared responded defensively, trying not to bristle at the mention of his former mate.

"Have you seen Y/N lately?"

Jensen didn't want to bring her up, but she hadn't been in jail in weeks. While grateful for that, he could see how badly it affected Jared not to see or be around her.

"She wasn't at the clinic," Jared mumbled, seeing Jensen's curious look. Remembering no one knew, he decided to talk it out with a friend. "She goes to the clinic for Omega treatment," he explained. "I've seen her when I go for donations, but she wasn't there this week."

"Look, I don't want you snapping my head off. But you're different around her, and now that she's not around, you're not looking great. I thought it was just a crush, but maybe you've imprinted," Jensen said as Jared scowled. "Maybe she's yours."

Jared tried to ignore how those words affected him, making him purr at the thought of her being his. He'd entertained the idea himself, the fantastical notion of True Mates. He tried to brush it off as silly, immature musings. But now, hearing Jensen vocalize the same thoughts, Jared wondered if maybe it wasn't just childish notions grounded in something genuine.

When Jared didn't speak and returned to work, Jensen let it go. However, he was determined to keep an eye on his friend and help if needed. He didn't want to see Jared spin out like he did when he lost his mate, Gen. Maybe Jared and Y/N could save each other from a fate worse than death.

-

As promised to himself, Jared returned to the clinic the following week, an hour before he or Y/N were usually scheduled to be there. He sat and waited, completed his donation, and waited another hour beyond the end of his appointment.

But Y/N never showed.

His Alpha was beginning to spin out of his control. A control he maintained so tightly and with relative ease most of his life was now being stripped away in his worry over Y/N. An Omega. One that his Alpha wanted to claim as its own.

He continued going to work each day, both happy and sad that she was never there. He visited the clinic daily to see if her schedule had changed, but she was absent. He briefly entertained the idea of showing up at her door, but he stopped himself. As much as he may care about and want her, she wasn't his Omega. She wasn't his anything, and he had no right to show up. If anything, she might consider it an abuse of his knowledge or power as a deputy, and he certainly didn't want that either.

By the time of his next appointment, Jared was a mess. His Alpha was now at the forefront. He felt almost on the cusp of a rut and wasn't due for some time. The looks from the hospital staff irritated him further as he huffed and stomped his way into the clinic, wiping the ever-present sweat from his brow. It took all he had to contain himself when Dr. Collins refused his weekly donation and sent him home.

He decided to call out of work that night, his rut on the cusp, his Alpha barely restrained. He never called out of work, keeping himself to a strict and disciplined schedule and lifestyle - his way of controlling the beast.

Jared was interrupted from his musings by the phone ringing. He scowled, checking the ID and seeing it was the station. He laid back on the couch with a groan, wiping the sweat from his brow before answering.

"I told you I was too sick to come in tonight," Jared nearly growled.

"I know. But your lady friend found herself locked up again." It was Jensen. "She wanted me to call you."

That had him sitting upright, clutching the phone a little tighter. "She okay?" he asked, jumping up from the couch and rushing to put on his shoes.

"Drunk," Jensen sighed into the phone. "Not as lively as usual, though."

Jared slammed his door as he hastened to his truck, eager to see her and hoping she was okay. His Alpha was chomping at the bit.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

God, he couldn't be anything but happy she was alive. He slowly drove himself mad for weeks, wondering if he'd missed his chance. Maybe she was going feral, and he couldn't help. Perhaps he did something to piss her off, and she was avoiding him. But now, at least, he knew she was alive and out in the world and asking for HIM. His Alpha puffed with pride, ready to answer his Omega's call.

He barely had the truck in park before hopping out, his long legs marching hurriedly to the station doors. He banged on the glass of the locked front door with an open palm, shuffling from foot to foot as he waited for entry. The bright lights around the law enforcement facility thoroughly polluted the dark of night.

As the door opened, Jared met Jensen's eyes, which roamed him from head to toe and back again. Jared squirmed under the scrutiny, knowing he was a mess. His hair was wild and matted with sweat. His clothes and body were drenched in pheromones, making Jensen's nose crinkle.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jared nodded and swallowed hard, taking several breaths to try and calm himself.

Jensen hesitated momentarily, eyeing Jared warily before huffing and letting him in. Jared followed hot on his heels as Jensen unlocked doors and led the way into the holding cell.

Jared froze as soon as his eyes landed on her. She was huddled in the corner, looking far worse than he'd ever seen her. She was undoubtedly drunk, but by the smells permeating every corner of the room, he knew it was more than just alcohol that was making her so lethargic.

"Y/N?" he called out loudly as he clung to the bars.

She stirred and grunted but didn't respond beyond that. Jared's nostrils flared, his Alpha ready to pry the bars apart to get to her.

"Omega?" he whimpered under his breath as if saying it were a delicate secret.

Hearing her title, she sat up slightly, fluttering open her eyes to lock on the source. She took a deep breath at the slight whine from the Alpha on the other side of the bars. As her vision cleared and her body filled with his scent, she rose, stumbling to him. When her smaller hands clutched at the bars, he automatically moved to cover hers with his own, drawing a small whimper from the fragile Omega.

"Sorry, Padadeputy," she smirked, finally meeting his eyes. "I didn't have anyone else to call."

He could see unspoken pain in her eyes, could sense just how bad her condition had gotten and how worse she was making it from drinking. He reluctantly released her, stepping back from the bars and turning to Jensen.

"Let her out," Jared asked but with a commanding Alpha edge. "I'll take her home."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Jensen protested.

"I don't care what you think," Jared growled. "I'm taking her home where she can sleep it off. You don't know her condition, man."

"And you do?" Jensen asked surprisingly calmly, though his look was anything but.

"Yes, I do," Jared stood tall, squaring his shoulders. "I won't hurt her."

Jensen was still hesitant. But in the end, he trusted his friend. Jared had always been thoughtful and in control in a way Jensen envied. If he could trust anyone with her care, it was Jared. Besides, whatever the Hell was going on with her, she'd certainly do better at home than in a cold, concrete cell.

With a nod and a huff, Jensen relented, turning to the cell door and opening it up, letting Y/N out.

She smiled at Jensen, "Thank you, Ocifer Ankles." She grinned, making Jensen roll his eyes.

"Just get her home safe, okay?"

"Promise," Jared nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N to steady her as they left the building and walked to his truck.

He secured her safely in the passenger's seat, closed the door, and jogged to the driver's side. He hopped in and started up the truck but leaned back in his seat with a huff, taking a deep breath.

He turned to Y/N, surprised to find her already looking at him. "You called for me," he breathed out, more a statement than a question.

"Well, I didn't have your number," she fidgeted with her hands. “I didn't know anyone else and wanted to go home."

"I haven't seen you in weeks-"

He stopped as her hand landed on his, squeezing lightly. "I'm sorry," she said. “I'll explain everything. Please, take me home."

He agreed, guiding the truck onto the road and quickly remembering the route to her house. He may not have gone there, but he traveled the path in his mind often enough. He was pleasantly surprised that she held his hand the whole ride, even if her attention was on the passing scenery.

Parking in the driveway, they both got out. Y/N quickly took Jared by the hand again as she led him into her house. Guiding him to the couch, she went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He was already missing her touch and warmth, her presence beside him. He fought the urge to wander into the kitchen and forced himself to sit on the couch.

She knew there was a lot to tell him. She could tell he was riled, and she wasn't entirely surprised. During his visits, they talked and grew more familiar, and Y/N began to entertain the thought of having an Alpha. It was hard for her not to see him in weeks, and she could see that it also affected him.

Pouring the coffee into two mugs, she carried them to the living room, handing Jared one before sitting on the couch facing him.

"Jared," she started, and he purred at hearing his name from her lips. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward by calling you."

"What?" he said, setting his mug on the small table and paying attention to her. "You didn't. I'm glad you called."

She smiled bashfully, "I'm sorry I haven't been to treatment in a while."

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked, still worried but needing to know why she was gone.

"My heat's trying to break through," she explained. "It's been a long time since I've had one because of medications. It didn't hit fully, but what started to break through was enough to make me sick."

Jared's breathing picked up as he listened to her words. His Alpha was going into a panic again. He knew something was wrong. If it was her heat, he could've helped. He can help.

"I was admitted to the Omega wing at the hospital," seeing him getting worked up, she tried to calm him. "They got it managed and switched my meds. It's been trying to worm to the surface for weeks."

"Eventually, it'll come back full force, though, right?" he swallowed hard at the question, knowing full well how painful and possibly fatal a heat for her could be. He had thoroughly researched her condition, and it only made him more sure they met for a reason.

"I've never had an Alpha, Jared. I've never even been with one before." 

He let out a deep growl at her statement, which was more a call to her womanhood than something scary. He wasn't fully aware he'd done it until he saw her body respond. Taking a chance and testing the waters, she set her cup on the table and scooted closer to him. Leaning in, she lay her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. She breathed in deeply, blatantly scenting him and humming in satisfaction and comfort.

Jared set his mug aside and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close. He leaned down to scent her hair as she breathed in his scent, an involuntary groan ripping from his lips. In his youth, he would have been eager to take and claim. Now, there was only calm and peace, her scent and warmth soothing the primal beast within.

"You know I had an Omega before," Jared's voice rumbled in his chest. "It shames me to say this, but it never felt like this."

"I know what you mean," she responded, squeezing him a little, making him hold her closer. “I've never felt such compatibility before. I can usually resist Alphas, but with you…"

True mates, Jared's mind offered, but he remained silent. As the conversation quieted, he moved to retrieve the remote from the table, putting something on to watch until she was ready to sleep. It didn't take long for her to pass out. Jared carefully moved, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom. He tucked her under the covers, standing over her as she settled into comfort.

He knew this was when he should leave but he couldn't move his feet. His eyes drifted over Y/N’s face, settled peacefully in slumber, before looking over her shape and form, hidden by the covers. She was beautiful, her scent sweet and enticing. His muscles twitched as he fought the urge to crawl beside her, his Alpha yearning to make her his.

He could leave, he supposed, and he probably should. But he didn't want to, and he reasoned that Y/N probably needed someone to look after her anyway. So, returning to the living room, he kicked off his shoes and settled on the couch. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, her scent surrounding him and providing him with much-needed comfort.

-

Jared woke suddenly in the middle of the night, a second of confusion clouding his mind before he realized why he had woken. Drenched in sweat, he discovered his rut had finally broken in his relaxed state. Although he could smell himself—sweating in the same clothes for two days and soaked once more—her delectable scent still permeated everything.

Now fully awake, he sat upright on the couch, cradling his aching head. His Alpha was desperate to go to her, sneak into her room, and ease their suffering. But he also didn't want to scare her or ruin what they were starting to develop between them. He wouldn't let himself lose control with her. But if he stayed there much longer, the choice might be taken from him.

Mind made up, he searched for a scrap of paper and something to write with, hastily jotting down his number and that he'd see her at the next treatment appointment the following day. He placed the note on the coffee table and forced his feet towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, his forehead leaning against the cool door. His Alpha was screaming at him not to do this or leave her.

With his last bought of strength and willpower, he opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him as he forced his feet toward his truck, hoping to sleep it off at home.

-

When she woke in the morning, she felt awful. She knew right away that her heat had broken. She feared this would be the one the doctor had warned her about - the one that would drive her feral. She could faintly smell Jared, and her body forced her to crawl from the bed and towards the source.

She stumbled to the living room like a zombie on automatic. She was surprised not to find him there when she reached the couch. Maybe he was in the bathroom? She glanced at the coffee table, seeing a paper. Dashing to grab it, she read the hastily scribbled note from Jared.

He had to go but would see her at her next appointment. That was tomorrow afternoon. Her Omega whined in protest of his absence. His scent lingered, and she crawled onto the couch, wrapping herself in the throw and drowning in his potent scent. It seemed to seep into everything fabric he touched and slept upon.

As Jared's rich, Alpha scent filled her lungs, her heat slammed into her with a ferocity that terrified her. The pain compounded with heartbreak over the perceived rejection from his departure. His scent ramped up her body from desire to urgent need as a pitiful whine escaped her parted lips.

With hazy images in her mind's eye, her hand wandered down her body and between her thighs, desperate for any form of relief from the burning within her. She came hard with Jared's name on her lips but was still unsatisfied and yearning. Already feeling tired and drained, she forced her fingers to continue, her wetness more than she'd ever felt before. A brief, alarming worry flashed through her before a second climax erased all thought. Again, it wasn't quite enough, but it eased her pain just enough for her to fall asleep.

-

Jared rushed toward the clinic doors, his heart racing. Ever since he'd left Y/N's house, he'd been itching to see her again, to just be near her. He'd showered twice and doused himself in scent blockers, knowing they wouldn't let him stay if he was in a rut. But he'd promised to see her. He couldn't donate in his condition, but he could keep her company and show her he could be trusted.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Jared walked into the clinic, his eyes flitting about, looking for her. He didn't see or scent her anywhere. Glancing at the clock, he reviewed the sign-in sheet, but her name was not listed. A sinking dread filled his stomach, and he was unaware of his worried Alpha scent growing and filling the space, drawing unwanted attention.

Jared rechecked his phone, but there were no calls or texts. He sent Y/N a text as he began to panic. Maybe he shouldn't have left. Maybe he should go to her house and see if she was okay. His spiraling panic had amped his rut again, the blockers now useless against the many emotions and pheromones clogging the air.

Nurse Benedict - a small but kind man - approached him warily, and Jared looked around to see him drawing attention.

"Hey, Jared," he spoke calmly with a soft smile. "You shouldn't be here in your condition."

Jared could see several patients eyeing him warily, and he knew he was making them uncomfortable.

"I—I'm sorry," he apologized and reluctantly forced himself to leave. The familiar voice of Dr. Collins stopped him at the door.

"Jared?"

Misha had just stepped off the elevators leading to the hospital. Jared's nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he caught Y/N's scent from the smaller male. His rut was still simmering under the surface, and her scent on another man—regardless of whom—exacerbated it. 

The Alpha within gained the upper hand as Jared rushed Misha, pinning him against the wall with his forearm across the smaller male’s throat, baring his teeth in warning as he growled. 

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Misha squeaked, urging Jared to loosen his hold enough for him to speak. “Who are you looking for, Jared?”

“Y/N. Where is Y/N? I can smell her all over you. Did you touch what’s mine?” 

Misha knew Jared was deep into his rut. Moreover, his apparent instincts over Y/N further confirmed his suspicions about the pair. 

“Dr. Collins,” Nurse Benedict said, and Misha raised his hand to urge him to stay back. “Should I call security?”

“No. Thank you, Rob. We’re fine. Just need a little space to talk, is all.”

Misha remained calm as Nurse Benedict backed away, leaving him and Jared alone. Jared relaxed and released Misha, a part of him sensing his anger was misplaced. 

"Is she here?" Jared growled, unable to maintain pleasantries. 

Even his logical mind screamed that he was her doctor, for crying out loud. Dr. Collins looked Jared up and down before glancing down the hallway to see Nurse Benedict still watching the scene.

"Come with me," Misha insisted, gesturing for Jared to follow him onto the elevator. Pressing the floor button, the elevator doors closed, leaving the two men alone. "She's on the Omega treatment floor; she was brought in the middle of the night by ambulance."

Guilt slammed into him hard; he knew he shouldn't have left. He was trying to be respectful, but it may have been what sent her there. He couldn't lose her. Not when he'd finally let himself believe they could have something.

The bell chimed, indicating they'd reached their floor as the doors opened again. Jared followed Y/N's doctor in silence. He wasn't her Alpha and wouldn't be allowed to see her or even be on the floor, especially in his condition. But he trusted Misha and didn't want to get thrown out. So he stayed quiet and followed a very close step behind.

Jared tried to tamper down his Alpha as the overwhelming scents of Omegas and their Alphas assaulted him. While he could scent they mainly were bonded, the pheromones had him wanting to fight or fuck it out.

“Dr. Collins?”

A brunette female doctor greeted Misha as they stopped in the hall. Her gaze flicked over Jared questioningly before returning to Misha in confusion. Jared was finding it difficult to control himself when they reached the floor, and everyone was looking at him or scurrying away, his scent potent and alarming.

“Dr. Rhodes,” Misha greeted with a smile. “This is Jared. We’re here for Y/N Y/L/N.”

Dr. Rhodes was slightly concerned and upset over the situation, not to mention the visible marks on Misha’s neck. She was almost sure this was a dangerous Alpha and her colleague was being coerced. Pulling a syringe stealthily from her coat pocket, Dr. Rhodes attempted to inject Jared with a sedative. Jared was too quick - years of police training made him ever aware of possible danger - and he pinned her to the wall, just like he had with Misha, growling and squeezing her wrist until she cried out in pain and dropped the syringe.

“Jared, let her go.”

Expecting Misha, Jared was surprised to see Jensen beside him, still in uniform. Jared eased his grip, glancing at Misha and seeing the fear in his eyes. He forced himself to release the doctor and backed away from her, his eyes flashing between her and Dr. Collins. Dr. Rhodes rubbed her aching wrist as she eyed Jared warily.

“What are you doing here?” 

“I came in with the ambulance after the emergency call,” Jensen explained, trying to control his anger. “I let her go home with you, and then I get a call there’s an emergency at her house. I thought you lost control like in the past and possibly did something.”

By the time he finished speaking, Jensen’s shoulders slumped, knowing his words would strike a chord with his friend. Jared was certainly pissed and hurt at the insinuation.

“I left because I didn’t want to force her into anything. I was losing my mind, and I left,” Jared yelled, tugging at his hair in frustration. His arms dropped to his sides, and he started to cry. “I did this to her by leaving. This is my fault.”

Jared dropped to his knees and cried into his hands. He tried to do the right thing by her, but she ended up hurt anyway. Jensen tried to comfort him, helping him to his feet. Jared wiped his eyes and struggled to control his emotions.

“Please,” Jared turned to Doctors Rhodes and Collins. “Please let me see her. She needs me, and I can fix this.”

“She’s unmated,” Dr. Rhodes snapped. “We can’t have an unmated Alpha in a rut here.”

“He’s her donor.”

“Excuse me?” Jared and Dr. Rhodes spoke at the same time.

Jared was just as surprised at Misha’s words; he and Dr. Rhodes both anticipated Dr. Collins's response.

“Y/N’s body rejected everything we gave her until she received Jared’s enzymes. It’s what has kept her alive this long. They are highly compatible.”

Highly compatible—a modern, scientific term to replace the adage of ‘True Mates.’ As Dr. Collins and Dr. Rhodes argued over professionalism and ethics, Jared’s mind tuned them out. Y/N was his—he just knew it, and she needed him. He couldn’t fathom losing another mate; he would surely go feral.

As they continued debating, Jared slipped away. In a trance, he let his nose and instincts guide him, finding Y/N’s room with ease. He entered the room, glancing back at the doctors before mostly closing the door behind him.

The sight of her lying in bed, covered in sweat and groaning in pain, broke his heart. But the luscious scent of her heat called out to him, drawing him closer until he stood beside her bed.

“Omega,” he breathed out, more of a growl that made her body jerk and her eyes flutter open with a groan.

“Jared?” she weakly asked, shuddering from cramps and fever.

Jared took her hand, the heat of her skin scorching. She sighed, and her body relaxed. After only a few moments, he watched in amazement as her vitals settled to something more normal, though her scent grew more potent.

“You left,” she croaked, pulling her hand from his hold, making him frown. “You rejected me.”

Jared was horrified, her perceived rejection making his heart clench painfully.

“No,” he insisted, retaking her hand and urging her to look at him, “No, Omega. I would never reject you. I didn’t want to take advantage.”

Drs. Rhodes and Collins entered the room, and Jared looked sheepish and caught but refused to move from Y/N’s side.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here without authorization,” Dr. Rhodes spoke, Misha just beside her.

Jensen appeared again, grabbing Jared by the arm and trying to lead him from the room, “I’m sorry, Jared. I have to take you out of here. Don’t make it difficult, okay?”

“I’m an authorized donor,” Jared thought quickly on his feet. “You said she was getting my enzymes, right?” he spoke, fighting against Jensen’s hold.

“We could do a direct enzyme infusion,” Misha suggested to his colleague. “Kim, we have to do something. He can help.”

“The infusion would help,” Dr. Rhodes offered. 

“No,” Y/N spoke again. “I’m a broken and rejected Omega. I don’t want to go through this anymore.”

“Maybe we can give them a chance to talk?” Dr. Collins spoke with his colleague, seeing she was at least considering. No one wanted to see someone die because they couldn’t be matched or mated. 

“We should run tests,” Dr. Rhodes offered with a sigh, both Misha and Jared relieved she seemed to be on board finally.  “If they are compatible, they should mate as soon as possible.”

Jared was grateful they were bending the rules. As they all left the room, Jared felt the urgency of convincing Y/N that they could do this - could mate and be together if she wanted.

Holding her hand firmly in his, he cupped her cheek with his other hand, urging her to look at him. He took a moment to caress and soak in her features and scent.

“I left because you smelled so good I was afraid I’d lose control and do something you didn’t want. But I would very much like to be your Alpha.”

“I woke up, and I scented you,” Y/N explained. “But you weren’t there. I lay on the couch. I needed your scent.”

She fought back tears, and Jared did his best to soothe her from his position.

“The idea of having an Alpha, of belonging to them, terrifies me. I never wanted it, and now I’m paying for that. But then you came along, and I wasn’t afraid. I was drawn and curious but never afraid.” 

She let her tears fall then but smiled warmly at Jared, squeezing his hand.  Jared’s heart swelled. He shouldn’t have left, but now he’d get a second chance.

“Will you let me claim you?” He asked, needing to be bonded with her and knowing her body needed it too.

Before she could respond, two Beta nurses entered with Dr. Rhodes behind them, “So, are we doing the transfusion?”

Y/N and Jared held each others’ gaze for a long moment before Y/N turned to the doctor.

“Yes.”

Y/N looked back to Jared, who kissed her hand and moved into a chair beside the bed. The nurses set up IVs and a machine to feed Jared’s enzymes to stabilize her.

“As soon as possible,” Jared whispered just for her, “I’ll get you home and take care of you.”

The implications of his promise made her shiver. The staff left them alone while the transfusion was going on. However, after several minutes, Y/N looked like she was about to pass out as the alarms started blaring. Jared was out of his seat and at her side in a flash, cupping her face and trying to rouse her. The nurses and doctor rushed in, pushing Jared back into his chair as they checked her over. Her scent blossomed, almost choking him, and he detected the bitter tones of her heat on the verge of turning feral.

“The transfusion isn’t enough,” Dr. Rhodes explained to Jared.

“She needs a claim,” he understood, his feet pulling him closer to her. “Can I take her home?”

He couldn’t lose her, and he couldn’t survive losing another mate. He felt blessed at having found her, but now he felt cursed to know only loss. He knew it would save her if he could mate and claim her.

“She’s not stable enough to leave,” the doctor explained. “But I can secure the room and give you privacy,” she offered instead.

Jared could only nod, his Alpha ready to care for his mate, his scent informing all others to keep their distance. The doctor rushed off, giving Jared a wide berth and securing the door behind her as promised.

“Y/N?” Jared urged, trying to get her to focus on him, to at least hear him. “Omega?”

His voice was tinged with both whine and growl as he let his instincts guide him. He leaned down over Y/N and kissed her chaste but deeply.

“Alpha,” she whispered as her body sought him out.

“My true mate,” he whispered back reverently. “Not how I wanted this to go, but I can’t lose you. Need to mate and claim you.”

She shook her head, fighting to stay coherent and awake as the heat raced through her body. Her utter desperation for the Alpha before her was the only thing tethering her to wakefulness. 

“It’s too fast,” she protested, a tiny sliver of rationality clinging to her consciousness. 

“You’re dying,” he responded bluntly. “You would have had to have someone assigned as your mate. We’ll never get to know each other if you’re dead. I can’t let that happen when I can help you.” He held her face in his hands, his forehead pressed to hers. “Omega, please.”

“Jared,” she breathed, giving in to her body’s needs and tilting her head to kiss him. He responded in kind, his Alpha chomping to make her his. “Alpha, please. Need you. Need-”

Her voice trailed off as a painful cramp seized hold, making her whine and whimper. Jumping to action, Jared removed his shoes and hastily removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He pulled down the blankets and pushed up her hospital gown to her stomach. Her folds glistened in the harsh light, her scent potent and slamming into him hard. He breathed deep, his body shuddering.

Crawling on the bed to hover over her, she automatically spread her legs, Jared’s hand finding her core. Slipping two fingers inside, he groaned, feeling her soaked and more than ready for him.

She whined and squirmed, the fever taking hold. Jared would have reveled in her desperation and submission, but now was not the time or place. He removed her clothes and climbed on the small bed, settling between her legs and pulling the covers over them for modesty.

His hard and heavy cock twitched eagerly against her hot and drenched folds. Without hesitation, he slid within her, groaning at the delectable feel of her heat wrapped around him. She whimpered again, and he shushed her, kissing her sweet as he began to move.

It was desperate and clinical, feeding primal needs and alleviating both their near-feral biologies. Y/N still felt better than anyone he’d ever had, and he promised himself the romance would come later when they were both safely out of danger.

“Alpha,” she called out, her legs spreading wider, letting Jared slide even deeper. “Alpha, need your knot!”

Jared groaned long and deep, burying his face in her neck as he picked up his pace. The small bed creaked with his every movement. Her hands on his ass, pulling him even closer, reminded him of her desperation and his own.

“Gonna knot and mark you, Omega,” he warned, his knot already swelling, making it more challenging to fuck her how they needed. Feeling her grow close, he slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight and fast circles on her clit.

Her body tensed, right on the edge, and Jared could no longer hold off.

“Omega,” he groaned, his knot popping and locking them together.

As his teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his and bonding them, she came loud and hard, gushing around his knot.

They both lay panting, waiting for Jared’s knot to recede. Jared licked and kissed her wound, allowing his instincts to guide him, his heart full in a way he never thought possible after his loss. Once his knot released, he moved from the bed, dressed, and cleaned them up. When done, Y/N slept, and Jared ran to get someone to check to ensure she was okay.

He knew she would need more than one round to heal, but he hoped he could take her home, where it would be more comfortable and private. Jared rushed out of the room to find Drs. Rhodes and Collins who paused their speech when they saw him.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Rhodes looked concerned.

“She’s sleeping,” Jared offered.

“I’ll just go check on her.”

Jared followed into Y/N’s room, and Dr. Collins was close behind. They both stood by patiently as Dr. Rhodes examined Y/N.

“She seems better,” Dr. Rhodes announced. “I’ll need to draw some blood, and we’ll need to keep her for observation for a few hours.”

Jared tensed but nodded. He didn’t want to be in the hospital any longer than necessary and just wanted to get her into a comfortable bed where he could tend to her every need and bring her back to life. But he could force himself to wait a few more hours for Y/N’s sake. He’d rather know she was stabilized before he removed her from the place that could save her if something went wrong. 

“Try to get some rest,” Misha insisted as Y/N’s blood was drawn. “You both need your strength.”

Once again, they were left alone, the door secured behind them. It was easier to control his instincts now that they were bonded, but it still took effort to restrain himself from those having to touch or go near his mate.

Jared took residence in his chair again, scooting it as close as possible to the bed so he could hold Y/N’s hand as she slept. He laid his head on her belly, watching her as she slumbered. It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep with her.

-

It took half a day and a second round before Y/N was stable enough to leave the hospital. The second she was wheeled outside—per hospital protocol—Jared scooped her from the chair into his arms and carried her to his waiting truck, tucking her safely inside.

Y/N was more than surprised when Jared pulled into her home's driveway. She expected as an Alpha - and her Alpha - that he’d want her in his space. Most Alphas were territorial in that way. Before she could vocalize a word, Jared was out of the truck and at her side, carrying her in his arms again towards her front door.

“I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explained as he opened her door. She was surprised he had her keys, but she supposed she was pretty out of it and was grateful she had someone looking out for her. “I figured you’d want to be in your space for now.”

It would take some getting used to. But as her eyes trailed over Jared’s body as he stood from laying her on the couch, she was thankful to have been blessed with such an attractive and caring mate. But her mood was soured as she smelled herself, a mix of her heat, sex, and not having showered in a couple of days.

“I want a shower,” she whined, her stomach gurgling loudly. “And something to eat.”

“Okay,” Jared readily agreed, ready to help her off the couch. “Why don’t we shower first, and then I’ll make us something to eat?”

“Jared,” she protested. “You don’t have to.”

“You’re my mate, Y/N,” he gently argued. “Please, Omega, let me take care of you?”

He pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapped around her securely. She swooned at his rich and calming scent as he quietly purred to soothe her.

“Yes, Alpha.” She smiled warmly at him, and Jared gave in to his urge to kiss her.

In the hospital, she was so out of it that she could barely remember them mating, let alone his kiss. She could feel the pulse in her neck from his bite, reminding her it was real. She imagined he was as gone as her when they mated, the urgency overriding all else. Now, however, she could savor his kiss - a kiss that was making her swoon so hard her legs gave out. Luckily, he was swift to scoop her into his arms once again. 

Jared had wanted this - wanted her - for so long since he had first scented her. The first time, he was in the local bar on a rare night out. He had caught her scent wafting over all the others, calling to his inner Alpha that had been dormant for many years. He followed his nose, intent on finding the source. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his heart stuttered. But she left before he could ever approach her.

The second time he saw her, she was locked in the drunk tank. He had reported for an overnight shift and was briefed on the persons in holding. That’s when he learned her name. He spent the entire night with a watchful eye, her scent driving him mad with want. 

Y/N’s second visit to the drunk tank was his third time seeing her, and they spent most of that time in friendly chatting. That’s when Jared began to wonder if he could ever have a chance with this stunning Omega that called to him. It was also the first time he wondered what demons had led her to drink and be locked up. That’s when he tried to rid himself of the idea of her as ever being his. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake her from his mind, her scent ingrained in him.

As he set her down in the bathroom and turned on the shower, Y/N began stripping her dirty and sweat-soaked clothes. When Jared turned back around, finally satisfied with the water temperature, Y/N was naked and smiling shyly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming her nude body, finally able and allowed to view and appreciate every inch of her - and appreciate he did.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed heavily, removing his clothes as he watched her eyes devour him in turn. “My Omega.”

A shiver ran through Y/N’s body at Jared’s Alpha tone, laced with his desire for her. They both took their time appreciating each other's bodies. Y/N had never seen a man so fit and toned or a cock so large and - frankly - beautiful, which is something she never thought she’d say. 

As another wave of her heat ramped up, she trusted Jared to help her. Y/N’s mind was foggy, and her body focused only on her basic needs. She could barely stand on her own in the shower. She could smell Jared’s delicious scent all around her, already mingling with hers. His hands, large and warm, delicately cleansed and caressed her skin.

After showering, he dried her down, and she slipped on a silky robe that barely covered her ass but was lightweight and didn’t irritate her frazzled skin. Jared threw on his boxers and t-shirt, knowing she’d need him again soon and not wanting too many layers in their way.

He left her on the couch, searching her kitchen for something to feed them. He opted for eggs and toast, something easy to make and eat. As he gathered the needed items, he noted that there were bottles everywhere he turned. Some bottles were empty, some half full or waiting to be opened. He was more than worried and knew he’d have to ask her about it. Maybe he could help her.

Bringing the plates to the living room, Jared handed her one as he sat on the couch beside her. He observed her as they ate, more than happy that she liked it and ate it all. Without a word, he gathered their dishes and neatly placed them on the coffee table. He planned to wash them at some point, but he needed to confront her about the drinking finally.

“Y/N?” Jared began cautiously, grateful when she eagerly met his gaze. “I don’t want to tell you how to live your life or try to control you; I’m not that kind of Alpha,” he started, her brow furrowed as he continued. “It’s just…all the drinking, the bottles everywhere, ending up in the drunk tank. I’m worried and want to help if you let me.”

She dropped her gaze to her lap as she nodded her head. She had expected it to come up at some point. After all, it was a prominent part of her life lately, and she worried it was all Jared really knew about her from being locked up so much. 

Y/N could only feel safety and comfort from Jared, no judgment or anger. Their bond was new and raw, but she was grateful that she could feel him and knew it was okay to be honest. She met his eyes again and smiled reassuringly.

“For a while, it was the only way I could escape the pain, at least for a little while—mental, emotional, physical pain over my whole situation. I never wanted to be tied to a mate. I didn’t want to be matched to someone I didn’t love or know just to stay alive. I didn’t want to die or hurt myself;  I just wanted to escape. I don’t need to drink, and I never really enjoyed it either. I want to give it up.”

Jared had expected at least a small argument or fight, not immediate acceptance. He placed a hand on top of hers, needing to feel her and reassure her. She flashed him that soft smile again and squeezed his hand back. Now, he felt like she was the one comforting him.

“I mean it,” she insisted. “I fought against this whole thing, but now that we’re mated, I am happy and content. I’m happy it’s you, and I know being mated to you will heal the pain. My health and mood will improve,” She laughed to herself. “It feels so stupid that I fought against it so much. It’s better than I ever thought it could be to be mated to you.”

He couldn’t help it as he leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. To know that she genuinely wanted him as much as he wanted her, after everything and how she felt, she was more than just okay with him claiming her. She was happy; she wanted it, and he wanted her.

Y/N kissed him hungrily, pushing him back into the couch and crawling into his lap as she demanded more. Jared wrapped his arms around her, moaning as she ground her bare, wet folds against his clothed cock. He hastily undid the tie of her robe, brushing it off her shoulders and to the ground. When his hands found her warm flesh, he hummed in satisfaction.

She ground her hips into him as she devoured his mouth, desperate for her Alpha, her heat ramping up again, far from satiated. She ran her hands down his chest and whined at the t-shirt that obscured her from his flesh. Jared caught on quickly, breaking the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her fingers trailed over his torso, exploring his flesh as she kissed him deep again.

Her grinding was riling him up quicker than he’d anticipated, her scent and neediness, the desperate sounds she was making, all colliding into a perfect storm that aroused him to no end. But he’d promised her that he’d mate her properly when they were home, and that’s precisely what he intended to do.

Scooping her into his arms, Jared stood and carried Y/N toward the bedroom, finding it hard to focus as she continued grinding against him and nibbling at the sensitive spots on his neck. 

“Naughty little Omega,” Jared playfully chastised as he slapped her ass. She gasped and ground against him harder. “Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?”

Stepping into the room, he laid her on the bed and removed his boxers before he crawled over her with a smirk. 

“Oh, maybe we can play Cops and Robbers, and you can punish me, Padadeputy,” she teased with a sultry smirk. 

Jared growled and kissed her hard with teeth and tongue, “Next time,” he promised. “I have something else in mind,” he added as he pulled back and rolled her to her stomach. “Promised to claim you proper.”

She attempted to rise and present, but he placed a large hand on her lower back, keeping her flat and prone on the bed. He bent one of her knees, exposing her to him. Using his knees and thighs, he nudged her further until he could settle comfortably on top of her and between her thighs.

Y/N moaned as his weight settled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She was trapped beneath him, unable to move much in any way. But she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she willingly submitted to her strong and potent Alpha. 

Jared shifted his hips and slowly guided his cock into her tight and wet core. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled deep within her, moving his hips to nudge against her depths. Y/N moaned, her fingers clenched in the sheets. He was so deep, and she felt so incredibly full. 

While they had already mated, it was rushed and fevered, and she was so out of it that she didn’t remember much. Now, however, she could feel every little thing, which seemed deliciously overwhelming: from the emotions, the connection, and the sensations of him nestled inside and around her.

She squirmed desperately beneath him as much as she could. Jared nipped her shoulder, and she went still with a whine. He rewarded her by glacially pulling out and pressing in again just as slowly. She needed more and was growing ravenous, but he had other ideas.

Jared continued his slow and passionate rhythm, his hips rolling like gentle waves lapping at the shore. It felt incredible, and Y/N could feel every detail of his length as he speared her open again and again. But it wasn’t enough to take them anywhere. Instead, Jared held them in the realm of pleasure, near torture, with seemingly no end in sight. It was maddening and divine.

“Tell me how it feels,” Jared whispered as he kissed her neck and shoulders.

“Alpha.”

“Tell me,” he reiterated, nipping at her claim and making her moan.

“Feels big and deep,” she gasped, and another nip told her he wanted more. “Ugh! So thick and hot, splitting me open. Feel like you could break right through into my womb. So full,” she whined into the sheets.

Jared groaned and increased his pace, his hands exploring her body, his mouth tasting everywhere he could reach as he drove them both toward their ends. His body stilled as his knot popped, locking them together as his cum flooded her channel. He leaned in to renew his claim; even the bite was intentional and slow, and Jared savored the pop and burst as her skin broke anew. 

“You did so well, Omega,” Jared praised, shifting them to a spooning position as they waited for his knot to go down. “How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning on an elbow to look down at her.

Y/N met his eyes and marveled at the many colors present and the myriad of emotions reflected back at her. Her heart swelled, and she knew she already loved him. She never knew mating could feel like this like she had found a piece of herself she was missing. Jared was a better Alpha than she ever imagined an Alpha could be. All the pain and suffering was worth it just to find him.

“Lucky, Jared,” she smiled warmly. “I feel so damn lucky.”

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