WOLF PACK: Fated Mates

CHAPTER ONE: "Alpha or Omega?" (Part 1)

---♡ SARAH'S POV ♡---

The quadruplets: Jayce, Johnathan, Joey, and Jason Knox stood there, naked as the day they were born, their muscles thick, tense, and rippling under the moonlight. They were the four future alphas of the "Moon Crest" pack, and their eyes, those piercing blue orbs that had seduced me for so long, searched mine with curiosity. For what? I wasn't quite sure. The sight of them sent a jolting mix of heat, longing, and something else, something I couldn't quite name, coursing through me.

Their scent washed over me, pleasuring me, almost into an abrupt climax. It was a heady cocktail of musk, herbs, citrus, spice, and wood, and all I could do was steady myself not to collapse to the ground right there from the sheer pleasure of it all. I couldn't catch my breath, and I felt my body react in ways I had never experienced before.

My hand remained outstretched towards them, not in an offer of friendship but as a barrier between us. They looked as though they wanted… No, needed to claim me right here, right now. But I can't let that happen. I just turned eighteen tonight and wanted to have my first shift at the stroke of midnight; our species' normal cycle for shifting upon coming of age.

It was bound to happen. Our family set-up was us omegas growing up alongside the very royals we were trained to serve. Once our teenage years hit, it was all downhill from there. We had already given into our impending Alpha-Omega dynamic, with me many times, since turning seventeen a year ago, and they were eighteen, getting tangled up in some naughty romantic situations.

The lip biting, toe-curling, eyes-rolling-back, and grabbing-at-the-sheets kinds of things. They dominated me like the future alphas they are, and I was their willing, submissive partner in crime. But tonight had to be different. It had to remain neutral. I was about to meet my wolf for the very first time!

"Boys, what do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice shaking with need despite my efforts to sound firm. The four of them stared at me, their expressions a blend of hunger and something I couldn't quite pinpoint. They had always been drawn to me, but tonight felt different, charged with an electricity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Oh look who it is fellas," Jayce joked, a seductive grin spreading across his handsome face. "It's not Cinderella. No. It's Little Red Riding Hood. And it seems she's lured four big bad wolves to play with her."

Their eyes danced with a s****l amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. The four of them stood before me, their bare skin gleaming in the moonlight, with erections bona fide and muscles rippling as if they were carved from marble. Greek gods are what they seemed to be. The sight of them like this, so wild and untamed, filled me with a primal urge I hadn't ever felt before.

The quadruplets were known for their playful yet competitive nature. Their laughter echoed through the night, a playful mockery that seemed to hold an underlying challenge. One I knew very well. We had been playing this same game since childhood.

Joey took a step closer, his deep, wolf-like voice sending a chill through me. "Run," he said with a playful smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of challenge.

Before I could make my move, the quadruplets shifted into massive, midnight-black wolves, their eyes burning a brilliant shade of blue. Their transformations were mesmerizing, both sexy and terrifying. But I was used to it. I’ve seen it for the past year. In that instant, they became creatures of the night, powerful and deadly, and I knew that I was in for some good trouble. The air was thick with their presence, their fur bristling as they began to circle around me, their teeth bared in a fake predatory grin.

My heart hammered in my chest as I readied myself, the anticipation of the night’s game thick in the air. I had to get away, the thrill of the unknown made me feel alive. But which direction will little red take tonight? The woods of Wolf Springs had been my playground for as long as I could remember, but tonight it was transformed into a stage for our age-old ritual.

Joey’s voice, deep and gruff from his wolf form, echoed through the woods, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "Run, Little Red," he called out. "It's time to play."

I finally turned and bolted through the woods, pretending to be their delicious little prey, a bunny rabbit they sought to capture. The sound of their paws pounding the earth like a hundred drums behind me made my heart race with joy. "You can't catch me," I shouted, the words echoing through the trees.

The branches slapped my face and arms as I pushed through the underbrush, my eyes watering from the exertion, but I didn’t care. I could feel their hot breath on my neck, their teeth playfully nipping at my limbs. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, and I knew this night would be one to remember. Excitement fueled my legs, carrying me faster than I ever knew I could go. But they were relentless, closing the distance between us with every bound. Who was going to win? Wolf or Bunny? Alpha or Omega?

The woods around me were a blur of shadow and moonlight as the four massive, black wolves pursued me. Their blue eyes glowed like lanterns in the dark, piercing through the night like twin flames of ice. I stumbled over a root, my knee slamming into the ground. Before I could get up, one of them was on top of me, its jaws snapping shut just inches from my face. Then he lovingly licks my cheek. Jayce's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and something else – something I didn't dare to name.

"Run, Little Red," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through my bones. "Let's see if you can outpace your fate."

My heart thundered in my chest like a stampede as I pushed my legs to carry me faster through the dense underbrush. The moon cast a silver glow on the quartet of monstrous shadows that pursued me. They were no longer the teen boys I knew; they were primal beasts, men, ready to claim, their eyes a piercing blue that seemed to glow in the night. Heat pooled between my legs and lust filled my eyes.

Their fur brushed against my legs, their teeth playfully grazed my skin, leaving a trail of pleasure and desire. The sound of their snarls and growls filled the air, a deafening sound of playful menace that made my blood boil. I didn't dare look back, but I could feel their hot breath, a constant reminder that my fake escape was futile. This was our game.

And then, the world around me changed. A wall of rock emerged from the shadows, a cliff face that I hadn't seen in the darkness. I was determined to win. Bunny rabbit will win this time around and the wolves will lose. I had nowhere to go. Sudden panic gripped me like a vice, and I threw myself forward at the last second, my heart in my throat. The impact with the solid stone was like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves through my body. I crumpled to the ground, panting and dizzy, my hands scraped and bruised from the desperate attempt to break my fall.

"Oh s**t! Are you okay?" The quadruplets asked me in unison, their wolf voices a mix of concern and excitement.

I groaned, blinking rapidly as my vision cleared. "I think so," I murmured, pushing myself up on my elbows. The dirt was cold against my skin, but the warmth of the wolves' bodies washed over me as they gathered around, their eyes still blazing with the thrill of the hunt.

"You're hurt," Jayce said, his wolfish concern intense. He nudged my shoulder gently with his snout, and I winced. "Let us help you," he offered, his tone softening.

"No, let's keep going," I insisted, a spark of defiance igniting in my chest. I'm a shifter, a werewolf. I'll heal soon enough. The pain was a distant throb compared to the thrill of the chase. I stumbled to my feet, using the wall for support, my heart racing. The wolves fell in line surrounding me, their steps measured, their eyes never leaving mine. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of their fur and the musky scent of their desire. It was intoxicating, a siren's call that I couldn't resist.

---♡ JAYCE'S POV ♡---

Yes! We had her cornered, my brothers and I, as we approached in our wolf forms. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, our hearts pounding in sync with hers. The scent of arousal rolled off her in waves, mingling with the sweetness of her blood that called to our beasts. The moon was high, casting its silver light down upon us, and the moment was perfect.

"King, are we really going to do this?" I asked my inner wolf, my voice a low murmur in the quiet night air.

King's response was a deep, resonating growl that thrummed through my chest. "Claim her, Jayce. She's of age now, ripe and ready. She's ours, make her ours."

"But what if she's not our fated mate?" I questioned, my voice thick with lust and anticipation.

"It doesn't matter," King growled, his voice a bass rumble in my mind. "We know she's an omega. She'll be ours whether destiny decrees it or not."

"But, King," I protested, the human part of me still clinging to the idea of fated love. "We should wait. If she's not ours by fate..."

His growl was a command in my mind, his thoughts clear despite the distance between us. "Our fates are intertwined, Jayce. We're of the same hive pack. And if she's not fated to us, she's fated to serve us. Never let her go. It's time to claim what's rightfully ours."

King's voice was a rumble, a force of nature that echoed through my consciousness, leaving a trail of heat and desire in its wake. I knew what he wanted. To feel the sweetness of her submission, to hear the siren's call of her body as she yielded to the power of our bond. But I had to be careful.

The other pack members were always watching us. They could smell the change in the air, the electricity that crackled between us over the years. They knew something was happening, and if they knew what, the pack's delicate balance could be shattered. The wolf council could go crazy.

"Patience," I murmured, trying to keep the frustration from my voice. "We have to do this right, for her and for us."

King's growl was a gentle reprimand, his eyes a warm glow in the dark. "I feel her, Jayce. I love her."

"I love her too, King," I whispered, the words a silent vow on the night air. I could feel his yearning, a fierce ache that mirrored my own. Sarah was more than just a beautiful face and a tantalizing scent; she was the embodiment of our destiny. A destiny that could either strengthen the bonds of our pack or tear them apart.

Suddenly, she'd hurt herself, slamming into the rock. Her collide with the solid stone was hard and made her fall to the ground, her hands scraped and bruised from attempting to break her fall.

Sarah's eyes searched mine, a silent plea for understanding in their depths. She was so much more than just an omega to us, she was our friend, our crush we held over the years. Our hearts swelled with the need to protect her, to keep her safe. Yet, the thrill of the chase had ignited something primal within us.

It was a need to claim her that was as old as time itself. "Are you sure, Sarah?" I asked, my voice low and gentle. "We can stop for now."

My wolf, King, watched over me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and desire. His voice was a gentle nudge in the back of my mind, reminding me of the fragility of the human form. "Jayce, she's hurt," he whispered, his thoughts echoing with the tenderness of a protective mate. "Her human eyes cannot see in the dark as ours do. She's vulnerable."

"I know, King," I murmured back, my own thoughts racing. "But she's strong. She's going to shift soon. And it's her birthday today. Let her have this chase."

King's gaze never left her, his eyes narrowing as she pushed herself up from the ground. "Remember, Jayce. Remember our vow," he whispered in my mind, the words echoing with the gravity of our ancestors. "We are her protectors."

Her eyes searched mine, and I saw the war raging within her. The pain from her collision with the rock wall was a stark contrast to the excitement coursing through her veins. She was a wildflower in the moonlight, and we were the wolves destined to claim her. But we had to be careful. In our opinion, omegas were rare, precious, and delicate. One wrong move could break her spirit, and we'd never forgive ourselves.

"No, you guys. Please? Let's keep going," she insisted again, that spark of defiance still igniting in her chest.