The omegas mate

Chapter 20: The ritual

I made sure to dress up today, I put on makeup with a bold red lip like I usually did, and then I put on some tight skinny jeans that had me struggling to breathe and a tight-fitting white tank top that showed off my big breasts, maybe a little too much, but today I didn’t care because I needed to look and behave adult enough that Markus would let me go.

I left my hair down and waited agonizing hours before leaving my room, I waited until an hour before the ritual as I didn’t want anyone seeing me or trying to stop or put me off attending.

When it was finally time, I went and looked for Markus and found him in the kitchen, he was sitting on the kitchen chair with mom straddling his lap and kissing him, moving her lower half against his enough that I knew she wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Ewww!” The sound of my voice had mom jumping off Markus so fast she almost tripped and did a header into the floor.

“Hazel! Don’t creep up on us like that!” She scolded, though she looked flustered more than anything.

“What! I just casually walked into the kitchen, I didn’t expect you to be doing…things with dad.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so instead she asked, “what did you want? I can cook you some food—“

“No, I’m good, I was just looking for dad actually, I need to speak to him about something.”

She narrowed her eyes at me and asked, “something you can’t say in front of me?”

“I need the alpha for this mom.”

My calm and assertive response threw her off enough that she muttered, “oh, right, ok.”

She left us alone, and then I jumped onto Markus’ lap, straddling him too. I didn’t think anything of it as I’d done this since I was a child, I had always been extremely affectionate, and now I knew why with the whole omega thing.

“Uh Hazel,” he put his hands on my thighs and tried to push me off, but I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I need to ask you something, daddy.” I added daddy hoping to butter him up if I acted super sweet and nice, clearly I still didn’t understand how much I’d changed with my looks.

Werewolves could be an odd bunch, we were cold and tough, well, I wasn’t, but we all wanted to be mated to our true mates.

I’d always thought mom and Markus were true mates and done the ritual, but nope, apparently they’d just fallen in love the natural way, the ritual hadn’t chosen them for one another, they seemed to love one another, but I also noticed they both still attended the ritual themselves each time.

If their true mate came about they would probably leave one another and that thought scared me, wolves mated for life with their true mate, anything besides that wasn’t serious or as serious and deeply bonding, so anything could happen.

Markus wasn’t my dad biologically, and I’d had a nightmare once where he had been chosen as my true mate, I wouldn’t admit it to anyone even on my deathbed but I’d crushed on him for about a year after that dream, I think mom knew, but she’d found it innocent and cute.

I’d gotten out of that mind frame and back into normalcy. Straddling him now though would have been fine if I was my usual messy childlike self, but with my makeup applied, hair done and the tank top showing off my breasts, I think I freaked the hell out of Markus.

Me calling him daddy only made it worse, and he became flustered and tried to avoid eye contact, but that resulted in him looking down at my breasts.

I felt something hard, I had when I’d first dived onto him after mom, but it hadn’t registered at first. “Um, dad, are you happy down there?” I whispered.

Being a virgin sucked, I had no clue that I was making things worse. “Get off me,” he snapped.

“Can I go to the mating ritual?”

That distracted him, and he looked at me then, “absolutely not.”

I decided to behave more womanly and use my body to my advantage, he didn’t want me like that, but I could still make him as uncomfortable as hell to get what I wanted.

I slid my lower half closer against him, so close our hips practically met. “Please.”

“No, Hazel, you’re not ready for that yet.”

I leaned my chest against his, making him look anywhere but down there. “Please, I’m a grown woman, and you need to start treating me like one, I deserve to find a mate daddy.”

A pack member walked into the kitchen to make a drink and ignored us, it was no business of theirs what the alpha got up to and that included if he felt like cheating on his mate, not that Markus would ever do that to mom.

I kissed him chastely on the lips, “please, I’ll love you forever.”

I went to kiss him again, and he quickly answered, “ok, fine!” He made the mistake of looking down at my chest and swallowed whatever noise he was about to make and bit his lip to stay in control.

“You can watch and see how it is, but I really don’t think—“

I cut him off, “do you really not see me as a woman?”

He looked at my body then, his gaze traveled over me from head to toe, and he answered, “I know you’re an adult Hazel, I just—“

again I interrupted him, “no, don’t say I have a pups mind, you know as well me it’s because I’m an omega, I’m just different to the rest of you but still every bit a woman.”

I grew angry and frustrated that after everything, he still viewed me as a pup.

Without thinking of the consequences, I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts over my top.

“Does this not feel womanly enough for you, daddy?” I said daddy sarcastically. I could have sworn I felt him grow harder underneath me, and then he stood up so fast that I crashed to the floor.

“Fine, do what you want but don’t ever try to manipulate me or seduce me into getting what you want that’s half the reason I don’t want you left to your own devices, you think so innocently.”

He took a breath and then came over and cupped my face in both his hands. “I love you Hazel, you’re my pup and always will be, I don’t care if someone else brought you into this world, you are mine. Got it?”

I nodded, too shocked from his show of love and affection to answer. “Don’t sully our relationship to get your own way, and don’t do it to anyone else either because it’s dangerous, I explained before about being careful with how you act and tease the male wolves around here didn’t I.”

He said it as a statement, but I nodded anyway.

“I love you and I know you, but If you tried that on with another wolf I don’t even want to think what could happen in that situation, you need to be careful. I know I’m overbearing and overprotective, and it doesn’t always seem fair, you may not have the mind of a pup but in many ways you are still just as innocent, you don’t think of the dangerous s****l situations you could get yourself into behaving like that which is why I don’t really want you doing the ritual, you could be mated to anyone.”

I touched his arm lightly, “I want to belong to someone, I want love, you’re right, I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m really sorry, please let me go to the ritual, you can watch over me if it makes you feel better, besides, aren’t we mated to our perfect match? Surely, I won’t be put with someone toxic and who means me harm?”

He sighed but nodded, “that’s true, fine, you can go, but I will be keeping an eye out, besides, you might find no one here is your true mate.”

I hugged him, and he patted my back awkwardly, I looked up at him, “I’ve made it really awkward now haven’t I?” I cringed.

He gave a small laugh, “yes, I’ll be fine in a few days but right now, I feel a bit grossed out,” he teased.

I pushed him, and he grabbed me into a headlock, and just like that, things felt normal again.

Night fell, and the moon was at its highest peak when we all reached the forest, even Mason and Lydia came along.

“Why are you here?” I asked them both, they both surprisingly gave the same answer, “I just want to see what it’s all about and how it works.”

They said it almost in unison and Lydia added, “I have to go if you’re going, who knows who I might need to pummel if anyone gets handsy with you.”

I rolled my eyes at her and answered, “it only reveals who your mate is, and then you can go and talk to them, get to know them, it’s not going to turn into some s*x orgy.”

Her eyes grew wide at that, and she looked at me, “I’m surprised you even know what a s*x orgy is.”

I rolled my eyes again and muttered, “who wouldn’t.”

“What is it then?“ she challenged.

“Same as organizing a party.”

“What?” She asked, I could see she was trying to keep a straight face, and I grew confused.

“What? It’s when someone, probably Markus, organizes and arranges somewhere for the new mated couple to have sex.”

She burst into laughter then and Mason overhearing joined in.

“Ah Hazel, my sweet Hazel,” Lydia breathed through the laughter and clapped my shoulder, “no, an orgy is a group, like basically the whole pack having s*x together, in front of each other.”

I blushed hard but tried to feign nonchalance, “Pfft, how do you two know? Is it something you do often?”

Lydia responded instantly, “no way.” But Mason took longer to respond, making us both look at him, he shrugged his shoulders, “not quite an orgy.”

“Spill it,” Lydia demanded playfully.

I was surprised at how playful he was right now, and it seemed to make him a little more open.

“During missions and being away from home for so long you get horny, a fellow female soldier beside me was horny too, so we fucked.”

“How is that an orgy?” Lydia asked.

He shrugged again, “sometimes we f****d next to the others while they were asleep, we didn’t exactly have beds when out in the open, and other times I’d be f*****g her, and it would wake up some of the others, and they’d f**k whatever female was nearest them, or I’d get horny waking up to see a few soldiers f*****g, and I’d f**k whatever female was closest to me.”

“Pfft, definitely no mistaking you for a virgin,” I teased, trying to hide any jealous feelings I had at the thought of him and a fellow female soldier all alone and only having one another for company miles from home.

“It was just s*x, you take what you can get out there.”

“You never had an emotional connection with one of your brothers in arms or sisters for that matter?”

He went quiet, but Lydia was having none of that and demanded, “spill it, come on, give us something juicy.”

It looked like for a second he would just clam up and go cold on us, but he sighed and almost mumbled like he was embarrassed, “only one time, my sister in arms as you call it, and me were sent on a mission of our own, just me and her, a couple of weeks with one another as your only company it creates a bond, especially when you have to fight and work together. We were sleeping outside in a makeshift shelter, and she was horny, but I had a girlfriend back home at the time, I tried to resist, but I don’t know, I felt really close to her during that mission, she seemed upset and like she really needed the distraction, pleaded with me, and I caved in and we slept together, wrong I know, never done it before or since and one of the reasons I chose not to date anymore.”

“Did you not end up dating her?” I asked.

He looked uncomfortable and looked down at the floor. “No, she didn’t survive that mission.”

I felt the sadness he felt and touched his arm lightly, “I’m really sorry, Mason.”

He plastered on a small smile and replied, “yeah, me too, anyway tonight is about you, you want to do the ritual and see if your true mate is here right?”

I knew he wanted to change the subject, so I obliged and answered, “yep, are you not doing the ritual then?”

He snorted at that, “no, I just want to see how it works, never been to one before.”