The Omega Rises: The Alphas True Born

Pleasure

Alyssa’s POV

The moon hangs high, silver light spilling through the trees, casting shadows that dance around us.

The scent of pine, damp earth, and him fills the air, wrapping around me like a memory I can’t escape. I should stop this.

I should push him away, remind myself of everything he’s done. But the second Levi’s lips crash against mine, every thought vanishes.

His kiss is fire—consuming, urgent, and impossible to resist.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms.

I know this body. It knows me. Every touch, every caress—it’s instinct, a rhythm we’ve always shared. He has always had this power over me, and I hate how easily I give in.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, his heat sinking into my skin. His touch is firm, knowing, like he’s reclaiming something he never truly lost. I gasp into his mouth, my body betraying me.

“What are you doing, Levi?” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky, breathless.

“I miss you, Alyssa.” His forehead presses against mine. “You are my center. My calm.” His voice is low, rough, almost desperate.

I drink in his words like they’re the only thing keeping me alive. I want to believe them. I want to believe him. Levi has always been good with words, and I’ve always been too eager to listen. He has always protected me and loved me.

When his lips find mine again, all my doubt goes silent.

His fingers slip beneath my coat, pushing it off my shoulders, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. One by one, layers fall off, our urgency growing with each discarded piece of clothing.

I run my hands over his chest, still damp from his workout, the scent of sweat and salt stirring something deep inside me.

Every memory of us in this exact position rushes back.

The hard lines of his muscles are familiar beneath my fingers, his heartbeat strong and steady.

It’s like nothing has changed, like he is not married and what we are doing is not a sin.

My body remembers him, responding to him as if yesterday doesn’t exist.

The thick grass cushions us as we sink into it, the cool earth grounding me even as I feel myself slipping further into him.

Levi hovers over me, his dark eyes burning into mine, filled with something I can’t name. Desire. Regret. Maybe just love for me.

I hold my breath.

His lips trail down my throat, slow and deliberate, his mouth warm against my skin.

I shiver, my body arching into him, craving more.

His hands explore me—gentle, yet possessive—as if he is rediscovering every inch of me.

A gasp escapes me when his fingers brush over my breast; his touch is featherlight before he cups me fully, his thumb grazing over my n****e. My breath hitches. Then his mouth replaces his hand, his tongue flicking against sensitive skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.

A moan slips past my lips before I can stop it.

Levi groans in response, the sound deep and raw, vibrating against my skin.

I grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, my body trembling beneath him. There’s no room for regret, no space for hesitation. Only heat. Only need. Only Levi, delight, and pleasure.

And right now, he is the only thing that exists.

Levi’s touch is electric, a jolt that races over my skin and sinks deep into my bones.

His hands trace the curve of my waist, fingers brushing along bare flesh like a promise—binding, unspoken, inescapable.

“Levi!” I call out. I can feel the blood rushing. I can feel his fingers digging deep inside me. I can feel my warmth pulsating, throbbing...

His eyes dig deep into mine, locked as though in a spell. Intense, as he rubs and I moan.

“I want you Alyssa,” Levi heaves. His breath on my neck.

“I am yours Levi,” I say in between breaths, my hand grabbing his throbbing c**k, rubbing before guiding him to my eager center.

My body shivers, anticipation thrumming through me. He sinks into me, slow and deliberate, and my breath catches as a moan slips free.

The world fades, leaving only the heat of his body and the rhythm we’ve always shared.

We move together, a familiar dance where control blurs into surrender.

The ecstasy is endless, consuming. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into hard muscles as I cling to him. “Levi,” I gasp, the sound a plea and a curse.

My wolf’s glow flares bright in my eyes, a wild reflection of my need. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, my body quaking beneath him.

He presses closer, his movements urgent, chasing his own release.

When it comes, his body tenses, and I feel the tremors run through him as he spills himself inside me. He collapses, his weight heavy and comforting, and we lie tangled together, bodies slick with sweat.

How can this not be love? How can something so raw, so real, not be destined? I stare into his eyes—bright gold, fierce, the wolf in him glowing before it slowly fades back to their human depths.

“What now?” I whisper, my voice barely a breath as the harsh reality sinks in. The cold creeps back, curling around my heart.

“You should stay here, Alyssa. This is the only home you have and know,” Levi says.

“Then what?” I demand. “Watch you and Mira be happy while I sneak around, hoping for scraps of your attention?”

“At least you would have a little of me,” he says, the words a bitter comfort.

“A little of you?” I echo, anger threading into my voice. I push away from him, grabbing for my clothes. “What about me, Levi? I’ll always be an omega—less than nothing. What happens when someone finally finds out about us?”

He doesn’t answer.

I dress quickly, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin.

I want him to say something—anything. Tell me our love is strong enough.

That he’ll leave Mira.

That he’ll give me his name, making me more than an omega. But he doesn’t.

A sudden c***k echoes from the trees.

My head snaps up, instincts kicking in as I scan the shadows.

Faster than I can react, a hand wraps around my throat—cold, iron-strong.

I’m yanked off my feet, a strangled cry leaving my lips as I’m slammed into the ground. Pain explodes through me, sharp and hot. My vision blurs.

The eyes that meet mine are a searing red, filled with fury and dominance.

Alpha Conan.