The Omega's rebellion

For as long as I can remember, dancing had been my solace and nerve calming action from the turmoil that existed in my life. Examining the moonlight, I purposely spinned in circles to feel nature and the environment around me. The peace of this beautiful night coursed through me with tranquil. The scent of grass filled my nostrila and the leaves cast eerie shadows that blocked everything from my peripheral vision except shafts of light produced by the moon. My feet danced contentedly on the soft, damp ground in bodiless pirouettes, my southern bell dress ripped and whirled like a flower in the wind. Here in these very estates I could escape – even if only for those few fleeting minutes I can steal between lessons. A snap of a branch broke the stillness interrupting my dance. Turning around swiftly, I said with my chest rising, and falling heavily. "Who's there?" The figure moved slowly alive and transformed into the figure of a massive wolf slowly advancing towards me as a great hunter. Amber-coloured pupils, it leered at me shamelessly and I felt the catch of breath as fire pooled in my stomach. “Beautiful,” A low rich voice said, sending chills down my spine. There was something sinister in that which caused my spine to tingle. My eyes widened as I looked at him and his bulky, muscular built body, and could only gasp. The aura oozing from me engulfed me like arms trying to make me surrender. “You…” I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t get a word out my heart raced frantically. "You're an. .. " as I stuttered. ”Alpha?” His mouth pulled into a half smile, which made me think of the word werewolf and it gave me something, a cold shiver down my spine. "Surprised, little dancer?" "How long have you been watching me dance?” I flared. He walked closer until he towered over me, “I’ve been watching you for a quite awhile now. ” The gall of the man made my blood boil. “Is that suppose to make me feel better and happy with you?” Entertainment briefly danced in those fiery darks eyes of his before he masked it. ”I never wanted to scare you…” as he stopped for a moment, his violet eyes boring into me. "Evelyn. " A cold shiver raced down my spine at the caress of my name on his lips. "Who are you? What do you want with ... Wait, how did you even know my name?" "Lucas Blackwood, alpha of the Crimson Moon pack. And I've come to collect what's mine." Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us. I gasped as his fingers threaded into my hair, his other arm banding around my waist and crushing me against the scorching heat of his body. "You've been watching me dance?" "Mmm." He rumbled in affirmation. "You move with such passion, such fire. It's utterly enthralling." Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. "Alpha Blackwood—" "Lucas," he interrupted, his tone edged with command that made me still. I swallowed hard, hyper-aware of his powerful body against mine. "Lucas, then. What do you want from me?" I asked again, this time with a bit of composure with little fear in my voice. His gaze drifted over my parted lips, igniting liquid heat low in my belly. "Everything," he growled. Then his mouth was on mine, claiming me with a fierce, demanding kiss that obliterated any protests. I melted into him with a shameful whimper, my fingers sliding into the silken strands of his hair as his tongue slid past my lips in a bold tasting. He devoured me with unbridled hunger, grinding my hips against his obvious arousal in a deliciously sinful rhythm. Sharp teeth nipped at my lip, drawing a gasp that he eagerly swallowed. Just as abruptly, he tore his mouth away with a harsh growl, our heated gazes locked in a battle of wills and desires. "That was intense..." I began breathlessly. "Just the beginning, my fiery dancer." His voice had gone low and gravelly. "You belong to me now." "I disagree, I belong to no one!" I retorted, even as my treacherous body craved his punishing touch. Lucas merely smirked, his gaze darkening with promise. "We'll see about that." With a growl, he wrenched me flush against him, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. "Lucas, please..." I gasped, arching shamelessly. "Please what?" He purred against my racing pulse. "Use your words, little dancer. Tell me exactly what you want." Before I could respond, the distant echo of loud shouts reached us. Instantly, Lucas stiffened, his grip going iron-tight as a low warning rumble vibrated through his huge chest. Whipping his head around, his predatory gaze locked onto something over my shoulder, and a vicious snarl ripped from his bared fangs. "What is it?" I whispered, dread coiling in my stomach. "Your people," he growled, nostrils flaring. "They've caught our scent." "But...why? I haven't done anything!" Those blazing eyes bored into mine with undisguised menace. "Haven't you?" Then, with no further warning, he crushed his lips to mine in a punishing, possession kiss. I clung to him helplessly, drowning in the maelstrom of his taste, his scent, his scorching touch. All too soon, he tore his mouth away, leaving me dazed and aching with unfulfilled desire. "This isn't over, my dancer," he vowed in a voice rendered rough with want. "I'll be back for you." Before I could voice a single protest, he vanished in a blur of movement, melting back into the shadowed forest as if he'd never been there at all. I sagged to my knees, my heart thundering and my head spinning with a thousand unanswered questions. Just who—or what—was Lucas Blackwood? What sinister connection did he have to my dark-intentioned pack? And why did the thought of him returning for me send an illicit thrill coursing through my veins? No matter how I tried to rationalize it, one thing was painfully clear: my life would never be the same. Whether by fate or sheer, reckless folly, I had crossed an invisible line into a dangerous new realm. And there would be no turning back.