Chased by the Dominant Alpha

Mate In The Dark Forest The rain fell incessantly and a recessive omega–Violet Gonzales, who was standing by her room window, found it hard to dart her gaze from the tall trees that danced to the heavy wind. Usually, when heavy rain pours, the moon gets covered, but the moon refuses to be blocked this time. It shone and graced the dark forest with its dim light. However, the recessive omega felt goosebumps prickle on her skin. She could tell something was in the forest, or rather someone was coming. This was another weird event because people never visited the dark forest. She had lived in the forest for twenty years and, aside from the patients brought by her grandmother and taken back by her grandmother, no one ever came around. And neither did she step out of the dark forest. It was one of the days she was locked in by her grandmother. One of the days she was left alone in the dimly-lit cabin, but she wasn’t alone and that was confirmed when she had a glimpse of a figure finding its way through the tall trees. The recessive omega planned to run back to her bed and hide under the covers, but curiosity tied her down to the spot while she waited for the figure to come forth. And they did step out of the tall trees, but the figure fell to the ground, unable to keep moving. Her heart raced as she stared down at the figure from her room window. She had been warned not to talk to strangers, not to let strangers in, but she was compelled to. The man seemed hurt. “Just once, I’ll only tend to his wounds and send him out”. The omega tried to convince herself. And without further hesitation, she rushed downstairs, grabbing an umbrella from the bucket at the side of the entrance door before rushing to the man still lying on the bare ground under the rain. Thunder blew, lightning tearing through the clouds, but she saw none of these happenings as a sign for her to go back in. Instead, she crouched towards the man who was most likely unconscious and was bigger than her in size, making it impossible for her to be able to offer a helping hand without him being unable to walk. “Can you hear me, sir?” The omega called out, confused about what to do as the man seemed non-responsive. “I’m here to help you, can you walk?” She spoke on top of her voice, hoping she could hear her voice even amid the loud sounds of the heavy downpour. Given the chance the male might not be able to respond to her, and she needed to get out of the rain, she dropped her umbrella and tried pushing up to a position where it was easier for her to help him up. However, the minute her hand touched his naked arms, she felt a current flow through her. Even with the rain and the coldness, his body was hot. Violet tried again, this time ignoring not just the spark that flowed within her but also the scent and emotions that were overwhelming her. After several trials, she did succeed in bringing him in while she tried to control the pain tugging at her chest and the desire consuming her. It seemed as if the scent of the man was becoming more intoxicating, yet she tried her best to focus on finding and healing the man’s injuries. Violet took the man’s shirt off and blushed at his olive skin and fitted body. Despite her mature age, she was too small-minded to understand what exactly was going on. Why was she also beginning to heat up? The recessive omega rushed to the kitchen to get a bowl and a towel to bring down the male’s temperature. However, when she returned, the unconscious man was no longer on the sofa. “So you’re the one with the scent” The icy voice echoed from the doorway, where a figure stood with his back against the door and his arms crossed over his chest. Violet flinched, the bowl almost slipping from her hands as her eyes met with the male who was a distance away from her yet seemed to have an effect on her. The living room was dimly lit and Violet could barely see the expression he had on his face, but her guts told her it wasn’t anything good, yet her heart and flesh pushed her to go to him. To do things her mind refused to place for her understanding. It did seem the answer was there; the reason his scent was overwhelming her, the strange emotions she was feeling that didn’t seem to belong to her and the most was the desire to submit to this total stranger. “How are you awake?” She questioned, suppressing the urge to get closer to the stranger. “You did” “Did I?” The recessive omega questioned. “Your scent-” He cut his words shut, leaving the recessive omega curious. “You are an omega? "This honey scent belongs to you, doesn’t it?” It seemed the voice was getting closer signaling the stranger was getting closer, and it seemed everything was beginning to dull away, the heavy rain downpour, plus her senses. “Who are you?” She questioned, confused as to how he had figured out her identity and why he could tell her scent. According to her grandmother, the ability to tell someone’s scent and know their identity without asking could only be done by the person’s other half, the fated one. Her identity was meant to be hidden till she found the one to love and protect her. To keep her away from the bad guys who saw recessive omegas as a curse instead of a being with emotions. “How do you know what I am?” She asked, and the bowl finally dropped, the liquid splattering to the floor as the male came into sight. He was so close to her now, and she could feel the heat more than ever. She could feel her inner wolf pushing her to submit to him. She felt the need to be wanted by this stranger. The worst and most confusing feeling was the blood rush to her sensitive areas, the tingling warm sensation in her stomach, and wetness in the area between her thighs. She was aroused, and this only happened during her heat, but she had her heat a few days ago. "what..." “What are you doing to me?” She struggled to speak and the stranger smirked. “It seems I am not the only one in need of help now, so how about we play a game?”