Her Alpha, His Luna

My wolf, Keylie, embraces the cold air under her fur as she navigates the woods like the back of her paw. I watch, helpless, as she struggles to breathe against the ever growing mist. It forces it’s way into her lungs with each breath she takes, and although she tries to act strong and continue her journey, I can feel her body weakening beneath her. Yet she carry’s on. Using the cold air beneath her fur as a distraction against her gradual suffocation. Our gradual suffocation. Before us, the trees begin to wind into a labyrinthine, and the mist intensifies, blinding us almost completely. Keylie’s fur stands on edge and she growls at a danger that I have yet to notice, but suddenly, I’m also uncomfortably aware of the presence of another. Despite our mutual uneasiness, Keylie chuckles at me. “I was wondering when you would notice we weren’t alone tonight,” She speaks to me through the mind link. “You know very well that I’m just a human without you, I couldn’t sense someone else if they were standing right next to me,” I reply. She begins to chuckle again but a rustle from a nearby hedge pushes her over the edge and into attack mode. A dark shadow begins to emerge from out of the bushes, but against the pale of the mist, the darkness appears to be glowing. The shadow creeps towards us slowly, and Keylie’s warning growls begin to fade. “Keylie, what the f**k? You need to protect us!” I insist, but her growling is soon replaced with whimpering and she bows to the ground as the shadow opens its eyes to reveal a blood red glow. Alpha. But not my Alpha. “Keylie, we need to get out of here. Alpha Dylan will kill us if he sees us bow to another,” I plead hopelessly. She ignores me, continuing to bow as the Alpha moves directly adjacent to us and touches his snout to our own. Immediately I relax, and realise that he means us no harm. Keylie sits up and looks into his eyes. “Mate,” she says, as if I should have realised sooner. “No, he can’t be our mate, we already have a mate. Alpha Dylan is our mate.” “Mate,” she repeats, ignoring me. Growing increasingly stressed, I try to force a transition. I need to get home, this can’t be happening. Alpha Dylan is our mate. I can’t do this to him. He’s the reason I’m like this. I owe my life to him. I’d be dead without him. The Alpha before us whines as if he can sense my impending panic attack, but that’s impossible, right? Right. He is not my mate. And yet, when my gaze meets his own, I can’t help but feel full, and at ease, my worries all dissipating. Not only that, the mist around us begins to fade in this Alpha’s presence, and Keylie’s once shallow breathing returns to normal. ||||||||||||||||| An irritating ringing pulls me out of a dream and back into reality. Groaning, I roll over and pick up my phone. 5am. Right, I think, remembering, I have chores to do before Alpha Dylan comes to see me. I switch off my alarm and quietly gather my clothes for the day, careful not to wake any of my roommates. Their alarms will be beginning soon too, but I don’t want to deal with them just yet. Ever since Alpha Dylan announced that I, a lowly Omega maid, was his mate, the other Omegas turned their backs on me. It’s been an endless cycle of torment and defamation since. Wh*re, sl*t, b*tch. Their words echo through my brain, and I can’t help but think they’re right. It’s been months since the announcement, and yet I’m still here in the dorm rooms, still doing my daily chores, still stealing kisses behind closed doors from an Alpha who claims he loves me. “Come on Jade, snap out of it. You know very well that Alpha Dylan,” Keylie retches, “Is not your mate.” “Well, it’s certainly not your mystery shadow wolf from our dreams.” I scoff in return. After gathering my belongings, I sneak out of the room, using my new wolf’s agility to remain silent. Too caught up in my own thoughts however, Keylie’s senses kick in too late, and I bump right into the chest of my Alpha. F*ck.