My Ruthless Dominant Omega

Meeting

He can't move. Quinlan's body throbbed in heat. After two years since that meeting, Quinlan's body will always shiver if his rut is coming.

He can't make himself taste nor smell another omega from his pack. No one could make him stable and for two years, Quinlan would always sense the pheromones in his room, so when his ruts came, he would tie himself to his bed. Or else he'll follow the omega's wild sweet scent that he himself wants to forget.

'Follow follow follow' Said his mind as he smelled the wild but sweet scent.

'He's near.' It says to him. But no, Quilan stays still on his bed and gripped his bedsheets.

'f**k, what do you want in me? I have already given up your territory, Omega. What's happening to me?'

But the scent keeps getting stronger and sweeter, making him loose his mind. His worry intensified when he heard a soft muffled. 'Oh please, no.'

But as the old folks say, you can never get away with each other if the bond says so.

As Quinlan gets closer to the window, the shadow of the man appears. The ruthless and dominant omega is in heat, again, infront of him. The omega came with his pants and shirt and had wet hair. Quinlan can easily tell that the omega just had his bath. That's why the scent is much stronger, much more intriguing.

"What did you do to me, bastard?!" The omega shakes as his body goes near him, but then it's the opposite for it's hands who's stopping himself to go with him.

Quilan, who's feet still in ties, shrugged with anger. "You! you're the one who did this to me!"

The omega turned ball rolling on the floor and excruciating pain was so visible on its whole face.

The creaking sound and gasping of the ruthless omega is unbearable yet so amusing for Quinlan. The omega who grip his neck and almost kill him is now inside his room fighting his own body.

"Kneel" One word, only one word came from Quinlan's mouth and the omega kneeled.

"f**k, so you do this thing like this. You command and I shall be obedient?"

Quilan is not satisfy with that expression. "Give me your name, Omega."

"I won't." The omega tries to stand up but his knees won't move.

"You're a Caxton, are you?"

"Psh, Yes i***t lord." Omega laugh and brush his hair. "You just smelled me once, but you already made me your omega. How aggressive of you, Wurdles."

Quinlan shook his head and unchain his feet so he can walk around his omega.

The omega always has this strong black eyes and prominent nose and jaw. The eyebrows was perfect and it's body that can seduced all Alpha. And you can't leave without noticing how perfect the lips are for it's color and plumpness will attempt you over again.

"A Caxton, A ruthless and dominant omega who's name can't be known, for some reason, is so popular both here and in the human place." Quinlan saw how the pupils of the omega became bigger as the sudden show of half of his identity. He chuckled out of the blue. "Don't be scared, omega. It's fine." Quinlan went behind and picked the omega up and put him in his bed. Quinlan decided to release a relaxing pheromone as his scent went to embrace the omega he was carrying.

"I'm Quinlan. The fourth generation leader of the Wurdles."

"I'm Zeke. " The omega whispered as the pheromones of Quinlan consumed him and made him sleepy.

"I know. I always know."

"I hate Alphas." Zeke stated, now half asleep.

"Why, Zeke?"

"Because they killed my... "

But before even answering, Zeke snoozed off.

Quinlan laid Caxton next to him and even though they hugged both regret it, Quinlan hugged Zeke from behind.

"Welcome to my home, Zeke." As both of them slept, the whole pack was shocked as their leader had calmed down. Sometimes it takes a week before Quinlan can be OK again, but this night is different. Their leader did not just calm down and stop releasing toxic scent, but instead, Quinlan's pheromones become invincible. The werewolves can't believe that the Alpha met his mate.

Because in their ancestors, those who found their mates and their scent to each other, they will become scentless to others and will become aromatic to their person.

But the big question that night was, who's their leader's mate?