Submission’s Siren

The Devote Omega

The blood pounding in Anya’s ears was the only thing she could hear at a frantic rhythm despite time momentarily seeming to have paused. As soon she had knocked on the open door inturrepting the meeting that was hosting three neighboring Alphas. Their auras of s****l dominance and strength was directed at her and penetrated to the very center of her. Bracing an arm against the doorframe and tilting her head to the side Anya allowed her bright auburn hair to cascade down to the opposing elbow openly bearing her neck. Showing her due respect and immediate submission immediately allowed the egos to take it down a notch. Letting her eyelids flutter close, Anya pause for a moment exhaling as she gained her wits about her. Rolling her head upright, her physical awareness began to draw tighter until her pulse finally plateaued and she could feel her self control partially reclaimed. Anya could not help but embody a seemingly feline body language preparing for the days work. Pressing her thighs together, Anya nonchalantly c****d her hips forward noticing four sets of eyes briefly flicker down then swiftly returning up to hers burning black and bottomless as their inner wolves danced around the surfaces. Her pulse finally picked a pattern putting the an end to the disorienting fog. It remained rapid and still visibly pounding against her neck despite her appeared composure. The smell of her arousal enveloped the room immediately further dilating the pupils of the men.

"Come in Anya, you should join us for a drink" dripped her Alpha's rich baritone from across the darkly furnished lounge adjacent to his large open concept office suite. It was the proverbial manly man’s room showcasing an entire wall of bookshelves that climbed over twenty feet upwards complete with a wall mounted rolling shelf ladder. Two other walls held various taxidermy trophies and portrait paintings of the Midnight Sun’s previous Alphas. The dark polished wood covering the walls and the black ceiling had a molten sun depicted by a massive gold structure that was suspended from the ceilings on exposed beams. Although the dark room maintained deep shadows it was still bright due to the rear wall holding three sets of double French doors that were open to the large patio. The patio was large enough to host out door events for the entire Midnight Sun Pack. It took advantage of the natural clearing that the pack house was built within. For generations now the previous Alphas and Lunas have continuously expanded the space without destroying its natural beauty allowing it to create an irregular manicured garden with private nooks, trees with swings, and beds of wild flowers positioned what they natural made sense.

Alpha Max had mind linked her to come down because he was getting some push back from one member in their treaty. That was not acceptable, today’s purpose required an unanimous decision. It always seemed that Alpha Vince took the most persuading. Anya was convinced he did it just make her come out and play.

It was a well known fact that the Midnight Sun had a ranked Omega, it was something that initially cause a lot drama within the were-communities. True Omegas haven’t been utilized in over 200 years on the North American continent. True Omegas are made and that is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. If the first time an Omega has s*x happens in wolf form with an Alpha, they begin to retain more of their wolves qualities essentially ending up with a stronger resolve than a normal Omega could muster. When used properly a true Omega could make an alpha putty in their hands. But the reality is that eventually their human identity will slowly disappear. The inner wolf will take over the females physical body while retaining shifting abilities. Anya’s human grew up her being told scary stories about true omegas and being warned against that danger was a constant for an omega. You could literally seize existing, your physical body becoming something different. Werewolves are more in touch with their primal instincts and senses far beyond humans but Anya was her wolf who attained the ability to live as a human. A freak status that earn resentful looks wherever she went by half the people, and she got as many l**t filled black eyes watching her every move. She was glad Alpha Max brought her into the pack house and she didn’t have to be alone anymore. Anya has been with Alpha max, Beta Garrett and Gamma Salvatore since she was 18, when she stumbled onto Midnight Sun’s forests laying in a thicket after being chased by 2 rouge males. They showed upgetting a lot more than a stress session on a expecting a rogue.

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A sharp prod woke Anya from her exhausted daze and when her eyes cleared and she realized what was happening the panic set in making her heart race in a painful way that wouldn’t stop and ares flush began to tint her skin pink under her fur.

Oh no she was still stuck in wolf form.

Anya was forced to take control and her human couldn't fight off fatigue any longer. They were still being chased by 2 male rogues, for the past 33 miles through the dense forest. Ever month the nightmares starts over. She begins to feel warm and about for the next 5 days later she is bought to be chased around the world. The prolonged chase prevented any type of proper thought process. Mallory was just moving forward until she couldn't, it was all she could do at this point. Pulling her body in tight she allowed her pitch black wolf with white socks to lay down.

At this point if this was it she was done fighting. She had already beat the odds in an incredible way. Mallory and Anya had survived for almost 3 years now. They'd been alone since the attach on the Winding Willow Pack which ended in all of the adults being slaughtered. A few of the escaped and had some chance because their parents staid behind. Mallory only had a mom and she was scared of everything. Mallory pleaded with her to move and go with her to run, but should couldn't accept it. Her eyes had glazed over in a way and she refused to try more scared of taking on the world than the assumed death that awaited if she stayed.

Her mom sat idly making responses to a conversation nobody was having but her. Tears streamed down Mallory's face as she sunk to her knees begging her to try.

The sounds of screams was getting closed down the hall and Mallory was panicking so hard, she couldn't leave her, she couldn't stay, she couldn't find the guts to run for it anymore. So in fear she held still paralyzed. Mind racing she found her instinct that told her to submit and accept her faith. She couldn't she wanted so badly to go to nursing school and help people...

The low sound of masculine voices were coming ever closer and their foot steps down the hall clearing the rooms as they worked ever closer.

With only moments to spare Mallory released her mom's hands and she rolled under the bed just in time to see the bed skirt stop moving as the door opened slamming back around the wall.