My Alpha Savage

She's mine

Killian Draven

“Going somewhere?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, but the moment her wide, amber eyes snapped up to mine, I knew I liked the way it sounded. Like a warning. Like a promise.

She froze, breath coming in shallow pants, and the scent of her heat hit me like a brick wall. Potent. New. Raw. My fists clenched at my sides as I stared down at her trembling form. She was on the ground, one leg curled beneath her, the other sprawled out, her shirt damp with sweat and sticking to every perfect curve.

Fuck. She smelled like sin and desperation. She had tried to steal from me, but instead I just had a real omega go into heat on my territory looking dazed and broken, like I somehow had something to do with it.

I had followed her as she stumbled down the hallway, desperate to run but unable to as her heat raked through her body. She looked weak, innocent in a way that made me want to ruin her. I stepped closer, and she scrambled back on shaky limbs. "Don't." Her voice came out weak.

Behind me, I could feel the shift in the air. Alphas. Dozens of them. Drawn in by her scent like moths to an open flame. I glanced back just enough to catch the hunger in their eyes. Disgust curled low in my gut.

They had no right to look at her. Only me.

She let out a soft whimper, drawing my attention back to her. Her fingers were clenched into fists against the stone, her jaw tight. Even now, she was trying to fight it—the stubborn glint still burning in her eyes.

More Alphas stepped closer, and I didn’t have time to act before one of the bastards stepped forward, his hand halfway to her. I saw red.

My growl ripped out of me before I could think, deep and primal. The air snapped with dominance as I stepped between her and the others, shoving the i***t back with enough force to send him stumbling.

“Mine.” I growled.

I hadn’t planned to say it.

Hell, I didn’t even know if I meant it.

But as soon as words left my mouth, they tasted right.

The others stopped, not foolish enough to go against me no matter how blind in lust they were. Yet, their agitation remained, and I knew it was only a matter of time before their instincts took over and all hell broke loose.

Then Victor broke through the circle, eyes blazing. He didn’t look at her. Smart. He was already fighting the effects of her scent, the alpha in him battling for control. I saw the strain in his clenched jaw, the twitch in his fingers.

"You need to get her out of here." Now." He snapped through clenched teeth.

He was right.

News was spreading, her scent getting stronger by the minute. Soon every alpha in this territory would think of nothing but her.

Another wave of alphas was coming, and I wasn’t about to let them near her. Not when she was on the floor, panting and crying and waiting to be claimed.

Without a word, I crouched and lifted her. She cried out as I slung her over my shoulder, and her scent flooded up my throat like smoke, addictive and thick.

She thrashed.

“Put me down!”

I didn’t. Her heat made every brush of her skin feel like fire licking across mine, but I held her tight and kept walking. She was kicking, cursing, and trying to claw at my back.

“Shut up, omega.”

That made her freeze, only for a second.

“Let go of me!”

I ignored that.

I carried her through winding corridors, my heart hammering harder than it should’ve.

I kicked open the door to my chamber and dropped her onto the bed. She scrambled back like a cornered animal, chest heaving, hair clinging to her temples, eyes wide.

“Stay the hell away from me,” she snapped.

I didn’t move.

Not yet.

My knuckles were bloody from earlier—some i***t had tried to block my path as I carried her out. My throat burned from holding back. My c**k was straining against my zipper.

And she was sitting there, legs drawn up to her chest, trembling, flushed, soaked through her inner thighs, and still trying to act like she had control.

“You’re in heat.”

“Don’t come closer.”

I took one slow step forward. Her scent was dizzying now. Tangy, sweet, slick.

She was trying to hide it, the dampness between her thighs, the way her n*****s strained against her shirt. But I could smell everything even though she was trying to resist it.

“You think you can ride it out like this?” I asked. “You do know what this means, omega? You need me.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed. Her body was betraying her with every breath.

“What I need are my suppressants,” she bit out.

Suppressants? f*****g no.

“Those pills? They’ll wreck your system. They don’t stop the heat. They just burn you from the inside out.”

She curled tighter into herself. “Better than this.”

I stepped closer.

She pressed herself against the headboard like she could disappear into it. Goddess, she was shaking, every inch of her struggling to hold back the truth her body screamed loud and clear.

"You’re in heat, omega. Your first one, by the scent of it. Let me help you." I said, "Softer now." “Let me show you what it means to be taken care of by an alpha.”

She flinched at that word. I saw it. She hated it. Hated me.

I crouched near the bed, not touching her. Not yet. Just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off me.

”You're shaking." I murmured. "You can barely breathe. I can smell how much you want me down there, how much your p***y needs my c**k. How long do you think you can resist, because I sure as hell won't be providing you with any more suppressants?"

I watched her crumble in real time, just a flicker, a flush of red across her throat, her thighs pressing tight together to hide the flood of slick soaking her panties.

She looked away, ashamed.

“Let me be your alpha,” I said, voice low.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to resist the pull of her own instincts, a desperate, losing battle written across her trembling face.

She wanted me; that was obvious, but something held her back. Whatever it was, it wouldn't stop me from claiming her as mine.

“Let me please you, omega.”

Her scent blossomed at my words, thicker, sweeter, and for a second, I thought she’d surrender.

Then her lashes fluttered. Her gaze sharpened. “No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I don’t need you.”

I blinked, stunned. The sound of her refusal hit harder than any blow I’d ever taken. My body was wound tight, trembling with restrained desire, my fingers aching to touch her—goddess, to taste her sweet nectar.

I stared down at her, trying to make sense of it. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed, and the scent of her heat was still so sweet it made my vision blur.

She was lying. There was no way she could resist the primal call to mate; she was just trying to be stubborn, to stay in control, but it wouldn't last.

Before I could speak, a fist banged hard on the door. Then it opened without permission.

Victor, who was never out of place, now stepped in, face flushed, eyes wide. “We have a problem,” he said, breathless. “Her heat’s… It’s affecting the Alphas. Some are losing control. They’re going into rut.”

I didn’t move at first.

Didn’t even look at him.

My eyes stayed on her. Her body trembled beneath mine, sweat-slicked and defiant. I could still feel the shape of her thighs beneath my hands. I still taste her scent in the back of my throat.

Mine.

But I pushed off her, stood, and walked to the door without a word. My fists clenched so tight I felt my nails bite into my palms. I followed Victor out and shut the door behind me before I could change my f*****g mind.

^^^

The feast hall reeked of desperation.

Heavy breaths. Growls. Flesh slapping against flesh.

Alphas, dozens of them, rutting into the Beta women who’d made themselves available. Hands fisted in hair, bodies bent over tables, dresses shoved up, mouths open in silent screams.

One Alpha had a Beta woman pinned to the table, rutting into her with the kind of brutal, mindless urgency that came from heat-induced madness. She clung to him, sobbing, begging; whether it was for more or for Merci, it was impossible to tell.

And still, it wasn’t enough. Their hunger was feral, unsatisfied. Because no matter how many betas there were, it wouldn't compare to being with an omega.

I stepped into the chaos, and the room stilled, barely. Heads turned, movement slowed, but no one stopped. The scent of s*x and sweat was thick in the air, but underneath it, her heat, that sweet scent, lingered.

One alpha snarled, c**k buried inside a sobbing beta female. Another licked his lips, eyes wild, tracking my every move like he thought I might lead them to her.

Not while I breathed. The little Omega was mine.

"As you've likely discovered," I started, "there is an omega here." The hall fell silent as they turned their full attention to me. "She's mine." I said. Slower. Deadlier.

“If anyone disagrees…” I tilted my head, let the silence stretch, and let their hearts race. “Feel free to challenge me.” With that, I grabbed a mug from the nearest table and downed it, knowing full well no one would dare.

And at that moment, they hated me for it. They envied my power, but they also knew that going against me was only going to get them killed. Because power or not, none of them stood a chance.

To think, an omega, a real one, had walked right into my f*****g territory and tried to steal from me. The goddess had literally placed her right into my f*****g lap. Who was I to reject a gift?

But she didn't want me, a tiny voice whispered in the back of my mind. I shoved it aside. It was only a matter of time before she'd welcome me with open arms.

Victor’s voice cut through my thoughts as he grabbed a mug. “Why aren’t you with her right now?”

Why wasn't I? Just because she's rejected me before doesn't mean she didn't want me. I'm the f*****g Alpha of Darkmoor; I refuse to sit here sulking instead of taking what's already mine.

I slammed the mug with a loud bang, wiping my lips with the back of my palm.

It's time to go get what's mine.

^^^

The scent hit me like a punch when I opened her door.

Sweet. Slick. Hers.

My vision tunneled. She was on the floor, clothes torn halfway off, legs slick, skin flushed, and chest heaving. Writhing, desperate.

Her lips parted when she saw me. She whispered my name like a prayer, like a plea. “Alpha…” In less than a second, she launched herself at me, driven by pure instinct.

Her hands clawed at my belt. Her bare thigh slid between my legs. Her scent soaked the air, dizzying and perfect.

She panted into my throat, rubbing her body against mine like she couldn’t get close enough.

“Please,” she gasped. “I need you.”

Just what I needed to hear.

My control shattered.

No more restraint. No more waiting.

I gripped her hips, shoved her against the wall, and swallowed the moan she gave me like it was my last breath.

Mine.

“Look at you…” I growled, dragging my mouth along her jaw. “Rubbing on me like a b***h in heat.”

She whined, arching. Perfect.

“You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me.” My voice was pure gravel, filled with undeniable satisfaction.

Her nod was frantic, desperate.

I brushed my lips across her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. “I’ll take such good care of you, omega,” I promised, voice low, brutal. “So f*****g good.”