THEO's POV.

My eyes opened slowly and landed on the wall. Everything was hazy at first until the blur cleared. I lifted trembling hands to my head and sat up, squeezing my eyes shut against the sharp pain that throbbed through my skull.

When it finally dulled, I blinked again and let my gaze wander. A faint rush of water echoed from somewhere nearby. I was lying in a richly polished chamber with stone floors gleaming, soft drapes whispering with the wind. Never had I seen such a place.

Back in my own Pack, Moon Whisper. I was nothing. I was seen as a useless Wolf. A shadow among every other living thing. No one ever cared about me. No one ever considered me as their own. Even the ones who sired me. My siblings were adored and preferred; I was forgotten.

Why?

Because I was the first male Omega. The very first in the Pack. And not just that alone. The very first in the royal bloodline. I was seen as an abomination. As a curse. As nothing that would bring nothing to the Pack but destruction.

When war loomed with the neighboring Shadow Moon Pack, the elders of the council instigated my father to execute me. My own birth father didn't think for an hour before he passed the order.

The only person that cared about me, Maid Mithra, reached me before they did. I chose not to believe. I knew my father hated me but I couldn't bring myself to believe that he would kill me.

I chose not to believe her, finding my way towards my father until I met the palace guards. They tried to capture me but Maid Mithra grabbed my hands, dragging me to the secret passageway behind the palace.

We were about to escape when my younger sister, who was a Luna but was born with the strength of an Alpha, crossed us and launched an attack.

A wolfless me couldn't do anything. I was scared to the brim as I stepped back cowardly. Maid Mithra protected me before she transformed into her Wolf form and confronted my sister.

But she couldn't last long. She couldn't. But she managed to reach me and pushed me into the opening. I didn't know what happened to her next but I found myself out of the palace with an army of guards behind me.

I had no choice but to run. To keep running. And days passed without food. I couldn't continue. I've never been left on my own. I had wounds already. I couldn't keep on moving. I sat and covered my head with my hands, tears flowing out of my eyes.

Until he found me. I couldn't recall his voice clearly or the look in his eyes but I remembered the warmth of his arms, the quiet steadiness of his touch. He didn't stay away. He didn't call or assume I was a curse.

And now, I've found myself in this room.

My gaze drifted and I saw a picture frame at the edge of the table. My eyes lingered on it longer than I meant to.

He was carved from quiet storms-broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the hint of a smirk playing on lips that looked far too cruel to be kind, yet far too soft to forget. His eyes, an icy shade of blue, stared through the glass like they could see right into me. It was dangerously calm.

Every line of his face spoke of discipline and dominance; the kind of man who didn't have to raise his voice to own a room. Even in stillness, there was something wild about him. More like a power he carried like breath itself.

And yet... behind that cold perfection, I could almost see the ache he tried to hide, the loneliness that came with being confident.

Intriguing.

I got off the bed and reached where the frame was. I was about to touch the perfection on the frame when the rush of water stopped in the bathroom.

Quickly, I moved to the window side, staring into the peaceful night. Whoever was inside the bathroom would be out soon. But for the first time in my entire life, I felt peaceful. I wasn't scared. I wasn't trembling about what might happen next.

The soft creak of the door sent a small shiver down my spine. The sound shouldn't have made me nervous, yet it did. I could smell it before I turned around. It was the thick, musky scent that filled the air and wrapped around my lungs like smoke. It was impossibly warm.

I turned.

He stood there, water tracing paths down his skin, droplets sliding from his hair to his shoulders before falling away. A towel hung low around his hips, and light from the window caught the sheen of his body like gold. He looked different but powerful enough to mistake for anything ordinary.

Our eyes met.

For a heartbeat, the room fell silent. I could hear my own pulse, the soft patter of water still dripping from his hair, the whisper of his breath. His gaze swept over me slowly, and the air between us thickened until I forgot how to breathe.

He didn't speak, and neither did I. But there was something in his eyes-a question, a pull, and a kind of hunger that mirrored the restless ache rising in my chest.

My throat went dry. And-

Something deep within me stirred. A warmth I hadn't felt before, sharp and wild, unfurled beneath my skin. It wasn't fear. It wasn't painful. It was something older, something primal. My body knew it even if I didn't.

It wasn't supposed to exist inside me. I had lived my whole life being told I was born without one. But now, it was there-awake, restless, pressing against my ribs.

My fingers trembled as I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. I tried to look away, to stop staring at him, but I couldn't. Every breath he took seemed to pull me closer, invisible strings drawing tight between us.

THEO's POV.

He stepped closer. Just one step, but it was enough for his scent to fill the space between us completely. My knees weakened, and heat rippled through me.

His gaze softened then, though his voice was low and deep when he finally spoke.

"You're awake."

I swallowed hard, the sound barely audible. "I... I didn't mean to intrude."

His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, more like a thought he refused to say out loud.

"You're safe here," he said, his tone rough around the edges. "Rest. No one will touch you."

No one but you, I wanted to say that but the words never left my mouth.

He turned slightly, the movement slow, his presence lingering even as he walked away. Every part of me felt alive. My skin burned, my heart beat faster, my wolf still whispering from somewhere deep inside: HIM. I WANT HIM.

I pressed my hand against my chest, half afraid the sound of my heartbeat would give me away. But my body moved.

I reached out to him and grabbed his left hand, pulling him to face me. His lips opened slightly as my eyes scanned his red lips.

It was very, very irresistible.

I tiptoed my feet, meeting up with his gaze locked on mine. My heart pounded. His warm breath brushed my face, and before I could think, I pressed my lips against his.

The world stopped.

For a moment, there was no sound-no wind, no heartbeat, not even the faint echo of dripping water anymore. His lips were firm but hesitant, and I felt the faintest tremor in them, like even he hadn't expected to be touched.

My fingers curled around his wrist, and something pulsed beneath his skin. Power. Heat. It slipped into me like a spark through dry wood. My chest tightened. The air thickened between us.

I should've pulled away. I should've been afraid. But I wasn't. Instead, I felt... alive.

Fiercely, heat rushed through my veins, searing in its intensity. My knees gave way slightly, and I pressed closer, clinging to him for balance, as if he were the only thing keeping me from burning apart.

It was as if I could hear two heartbeats now-his and mine-beating in sync.

Then came a low hum, almost a growl, rippling beneath my ribs. My breath hitched. My skin prickled as if invisible claws were dragging down my spine. I broke the kiss and gasped, stumbling back, one hand clutching my chest, the other reaching for air.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

My eyes fluttered wide open, and for an instant, the room seemed to pulse with light. My reflection in the glass frame flickered. My eyes glowed faintly as my pupils narrowed to something not human.

A deep, primal vibration that didn't belong to me escaped my throat.

"Is that your Wolf?" He asked, stepping closer.

My Wolf?

The one I was never supposed to have.

My body trembled as the echo of that growl filled the room, ancient and unfamiliar, rising from within me. The scent from the man-his power, his heat-seemed to call it out even louder.

And in that breathless, burning second, I knew with terrifying clarity: I was no longer alone inside myself. I now had a Wolf.

"MATE! I WANT HIM. I WANT THE ALPHA."

Alpha?

This man is an Alpha?

I rolled my eyes to his side. My veins got filled with something different, pulsing. I lunged at him but he staggered backward. I followed in a hot chase till his leg hit the bed I stood from. He fell onto it and I followed.

"What are you doing?" He asked as my body came in contact with it, my skin burning more.

"I want you," I growled.

"It's not even the mating season yet. It's your Wolf. Control it." He said, his voice still gentle.

Why was he being gentle? I hate it. I hate him!

"I want you." I groaned, then I pressed my lips against his.

I expected him to struggle. To fight. To insist that he wasn't interested, but he remained calm as I claimed his lower lip. He tasted so sweet, addictive as wine that I had stolen from my father's room.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, his hands reaching for my back. It ignited a different level of desire in me.

I've actually had sex with men. Just twice. And they were palace guards. A secret no one must know of. But they just saw me as a tool to satisfy their desire.

I released my mouth from his with a loud pop, earning a groan from him. My eyes caught his fresh neck and I bit down on it. He cried, his nails digging into my flesh.

I moaned, the pain mixing with the pleasure building up inside me. My whole body pulsed with need, clenching effortlessly. My legs moved, settling in between his legs and I felt a hard rock graze my skin.

My body trembled as I continued to bite down on his neck. Slowly, I trailed my tongue lower, biting him on his chest and abs.

I stopped a little, circling my tongue on his abs. He arched his back, his hands gripping my hair. "Ahhh... Yes."

I slid down, just like the guards had done for me. My Wolf stirred again, igniting another heat inside me. My body shook tremendously as I reached for his towel.

In a swift pull, I tugged it away. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he breathed heavily. "We shouldn't be doing this."

My gaze fell on his cock. It was long, almost as long as my forearm. The reddish head of his cock pointed at me, dripping with some liquid. My eyes zoomed carefully at the width of cock, it wouldn't fit into my mouth.

My Wolf whimpered. My tongue slowly slid over my lower lip.

It was like he spoke into the air as I turned my deaf ears to his words. My left hand grabbed his cock and I began to lower my head wanting a taste of the beautiful length

GREGORY's POV

This Omega's eyes widened as they met mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. There was nothing innocent about that gaze, as if I had met him in the field. It stripped me bare, not of my body, but of every layer of control I had built over the years.

I looked away first. I, an Alpha who had faced wars, blood, and betrayal. Yet somehow, I couldn't face the way he looked at my cock. Like he saw through every scar and found something still alive beneath.

He moved closer, and the faint brush of his fingers against the tip of my cock sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't desire that scared me, it was the depth of it.

My pulse roared as his scent filled every corner of my head. The air grew thicker, pulsing between us like a heartbeat.

I tried to tell myself it was nothing. Just a trick of the senses. But my wolf disagreed vehemently. It rose within me with a growl that shook through my chest.

His breath fanned my cock.

My hands trembled slightly at my sides, and I swallowed hard, forcing the beast inside me back into its cage. I don't want this. I don't want to claim anyone.

Even when I know it was his Wolf's instinct pushing him into action.

And yet, when he tilted his face up, his eyes glassy with something I couldn't name, the scent of longing filled my nose like a storm. My control slipped further.

His hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

My hands shot out to stop him but it was too late. His lips brushed the tip of my cock and it sent my hand hanging in the air.

His mouth. It was warm. Tight. Different from the others that I have had.

I moaned as my Wolf stirred hungrily. It's been years. Years of abstinence from whatever was called sex. Even my precious hands didn't do anything as I believed that side of me was dead.

His mouth slowly enclosed the tip of my cock. My head fell backward as my hip jerked forward, pressing my cock further into his mouth.

He coughed, my cock touching the base of his mouth.

My hands trembled before I pulled out of his mouth, his teeth grazing my cock. The pain was sharp. I couldn't move far before he launched back at me, pinning me under him as he sat directly on my hard length.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You are ill." I said gently, hoping he would get back into his senses. His heat needs to calm.

"And what if my body wants it?" That was the question he asked me before his lips crashed against mine again.

This time around, I didn't resist. This was mutual. My Wolf stirred, not too aggressive this time. It was pleased.

We kiss, our tongues diving in and out of each other aggressively, desire closing our senses. He tugged at my neck as his tongue dived deeper, the heat in his body making me writhe underneath me.

Omegas. A male one. Who knew he would be so adorable and pleasuring? I've never had one. Well, they are rare.

"Have you ever had a male Omega?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"No. You will be my first." I replied.

"And the last?" He questioned, his eyes finding something different in my answer.

"I don't know," I said, truthfully. I placed a hand on his chest, in an attempt to push him away, but he moved before I did. "Where are you from?"

"Why don't you have a taste of this Omega before knowing its roots?" He waggled an eyebrow, his boldness daring all of a sudden.

I raised a questioning eyebrow. War was ahead. I shouldn't be so careless. Not with an Omega I knew nothing of. Not by having unnecessary desires but still I can't stop myself.

His gaze held me in place as he started removing his clothes bit by bit until he was completely bare. I breathed deeply and swallowed hard.

"Do you love what you see?" He asked, lying back on me.

I've never been this submissive to anyone. I always took what I wanted but why do I feel so free and effortlessly careful around him?

He fell slowly beside me, pulling me along till I was above him. His hands wrapped around my neck, dragging me almost into his face. I gasped.

"Alpha, I've made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me." His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider.

"Since my eyes fell on you, I couldn't stop twitching for you. And I don't know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside." He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine.

"Hmmm," I growled, rolling my eyes.

His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower and my gaze landed on the prettiest dripping reddish tight hole I've ever seen in my goddamn life.

My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me.

I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs.

"Yes, Alpha. I want you." He winced, his nails digging into my biceps.

I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils, and I tightened my thighs, pressing my rock-hard cock between.

"Daddy, devour me already." His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole.

Now, there is no stopping. All I have left to do is to take him and breed him so deeply that he would beg not to leave my clutches ever again.

My tongue slid across the surface of his hole. He moaned. I stopped, a knowing smirk on my face.

"Please, lick my hole again. Your tongue feels so good around it." He begged, his tone pleasing my ears.

"I won't just lick your hole. I will bite it. Nib on it. And make your Wolf regret ever coming out because of me." I growled, inviting my right finger to the surface of his hole.

"Yes..." he winced.

"No," I said. "You must beg me saying 'I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha."

He didn't say anything. He just remained there. His Wolf was no longer in heat. But he had said he wanted to be in heat. So I will put him in heat.

I pressed the tip of my pinky finger into his clenched fist and he moaned shamelessly into the air, arching his back.

"Will you beg now?" I asked, directing my finger upward.

"Yes... I'm ready to be pleased by you, Daddy Alpha." He pleaded and pushed his ass into my face. My tongue slid out, slowly slipping into his dripping hole.