The Pack Made Their Goddess Kneel

Lira~ The war is finally over for tonight, and our pack is retreating fast. Everyone’s running down the ridge, carrying the injured and trying not to look back at the mess we left behind. I’m Lira, the omega who’s never quiet when I should be. I talk back to betas, roll my eyes at alphas who act like omegas are just there to be knotted, and I never bow my head the way they expect. My dad says I’m going to get myself killed one day. My mom just shakes her head and hopes the moon goddess fixes me eventually. But right now the moon goddess has something else in mind. We’re halfway down the slope when the heat crashes into me out of nowhere. Not the slow build-up I usually get—this one is instant and brutal. My legs give out. A desperate whine escapes before I can stop it. Slick pours down my thighs so quickly it soaks my pants in seconds. “s**t,” I mutter, grabbing the nearest tree to stay upright. The rest of the pack keeps moving past me—shouting, dragging people, not even pausing. They can smell it. They know what an omega in sudden heat means on a battlefield. I’m a walking target now. Easier to leave me than risk everyone else getting caught because of me. I should hide. Run the other way. Do anything smart. But my wolf isn’t having it. She’s growling and scratching inside my head, pulling me toward the enemy side of the border. A scent cuts through all the scent of blood and smoke—dark cedar mixed with something hot. “ Mate.” The word hits me like a slap. No way. Absolutely no f*****g way. I’m not crossing into Moonridge land. Not after everything. Not when their alpha, Rowan Voss, stuck my uncle’s head on a spike outside our gates last spring just to make a point. My body doesn’t listen to reason, though. My wolf takes over and forces my feet forward. I stumble across the border line where our scent markers stop and theirs start. The air feels heavier here, thick with the smell of a pack that knows they’re winning. I follow that mate scent like I’m being dragged by a rope. It leads me past broken weapons until the trees open into a small clearing lit by moonlight. And there he is. He’s tall, shirtless, covered in sweat and streaks of blood. Dark hair falling into eyes that shine bright gold. He looks about twenty-five, but he stands like he already owns everything around him. Everyone knows who he is: Rune, Rowan Voss’s only son. The one they say is deadly in a fight and impossible to tame when he’s in rut. My mate. My wolf loses it completely—howling inside me, demanding I drop to my knees and beg. My core clenches so hard I almost cry out. Slick drips down my leg again. He turns. Our eyes lock. For a second the whole forest goes quiet. Then his nostrils flare. He knows. Shock, hunger, and anger flash across his face all at once. I see his jeans tighten as his c**k swells right there in front of me. He takes one step forward. And then he’s gone. He just disappears. One blink he’s standing there staring at me with those burning eyes; the next second the spot is empty. Like he melted into the shadows. I lurch forward, furious. “Coward!” I yell into the dark. “Get back here and deal with what you started, you asshole!” Nothing answers. Only wind and far-off howls from his pack celebrating. The heat gets worse without him. Pain twists through my stomach, demanding a knot I don’t have. I drop to one knee, breathing hard, fingers digging into the dirt. I’m shaking, burning up, so wet I can feel a puddle forming under me. My wolf is going crazy, ready to chase him forever if she has to. Then I hear footsteps that are heavy and slow. I spin around. And Rowan Voss steps out from the trees. He’s bigger than the stories say. Older. Covered in scars and tattoos that tell you exactly how many fights he’s won. Black hair with silver at the sides, and those eyes—darker gold than his son’s lock onto me like I’m prey. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just stands there watching me on my knees shaking and my legs spread. Then his voice comes, low and dirty. “Lost, little trespasser?” My heart slams in my chest. I should be scared—this is the alpha who’s killed so many of us—but my wolf just whines and pushes my hips back like I’m already offering myself. He walks around me slowly, boots stepping on pine needles then stops right behind me. His body heat brushes my back even though he isn’t touching me yet. “Or did you come here on purpose, hoping an enemy alpha would knot that greedy cunt and ruin you for your own pack?” I bite my lip until I taste blood, but my body still betrays me—back arching, ass lifting. “Maybe I want to find out if the big bad alpha of Moonridge can actually make me scream,” I say, voice shaky but sharp. “Or are you just all talk?” He laughs, dark and quiet. One huge hand grabs my hair and yanks my head back so my throat is bare. His other hand slides between my legs from behind, two thick fingers spreading me open and stroking through the wetness with slow, filthy movements that make wet noises echo in the clearing. “Careful what you ask for, sweetheart. My knot isn’t gentle. Once I lock inside you, every wolf in both packs will know exactly who this p***y belongs to now.” He pushes those fingers deep, curls them against the spot that makes my vision blur, then pulls them out and smears my slick across my lips. “Taste how badly you want an enemy c**k. Open.” I open my mouth and suck his fingers clean, glaring up at him even though my legs are trembling. His thumb presses down on my tongue, holding me there. “Good girl,” he says, voice thick with promise. “Now tell me—do you want my son watching while I breed you, or should I call my beta to hold you down so you can’t run when my knot starts swelling?” The words make more slick rush out of me. My wolf is screaming yes. My brain is still trying to fight. But my mouth answers first, like always. “Call whoever you want,” I say around his thumb. “Just make sure they bring rope. Because if your son ran from me once, I’m not letting either of you leave until I get what’s mine.” Rowan's eyes flash bright. A deep growl starts in his chest and the night explodes into heat, that was exactly how I came to Moonridge pack. If you've read up to this point, take a right stop because we're about to get into real heat and rut, if you can't handle the pressure don't read, this consuming, all heat, hate, unfiltered, explicit, hot, scorching, bare, raw and unsolicited obsessions hidden behind human imaginations.