Hound of Darkness

The newly appointed Council of Alphas sat down to discuss the reports of a new alpha. They knew little about him — only that he was attacking hunters. A net positive for them, in theory, but it put them in an awkward position all the same: they had no control over him.

Oso, the wereocelot and de facto leader of the council, opened with the obvious question. “Okay. How are we going to address this new alpha? He’s making a mess, and we need to shut it down.”

Ace, a werefox, and Duke, a werehawk, both agreed, circling the same point without adding much new. The conversation looped around Oso for a while — nods, half-agreements, nothing decided — until Lucky, the werejackal, finally spoke up.

“Just send a skilled delta after him. Shouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't have a pack yet so he shouldn't be much stronger than one”

“That’s a great idea,” the council agreed, already moving on.

So they sent their “delta”: Chaewon, an omega posing as a delta to keep from being pressured into being at the beck and call of an alpha.

Two weeks later

You were resting at home when you heard a knock on your door. Confused you took out your clock as it read 9:30 pm.

“Who is coming here at 9:30 pm?” You ask yourself as you open the door.

You are surprised to see a petite brunette at the door staring at you hungrily. Her eyes are dilated and she is breathing heavily.

"um, can I help you?" you ask

She crosses the threshold of your house, and before you can react she’s bringing you in for a large and sloppy kiss. Her arms wrapped around your neck as the two of you fell to the ground. The girl broke the kiss. Her pupils are blown out and wide with need and arousal.

She traced your chest with her finger saying , “I need you alpha…breed this slutty omega in heat,”

Your instincts took over before you could even think. You ripped off her clothes as she stared at you with that evil sultry sexy look. You plunge your cock inside of the girls and she moans, “fuck” you gasp as her walls tighten and constrict around you. she stares at you with a combination of need and relief as you begin thrusting inside her slowly.

You pull her close, then your hands all over her thick, and pliant thighs and ass.

She screams as you bottom out inside of her. Her walls tighten even harder around you. you pick up the pace thrusting in and out of her while you hold her legs to your shoulder. the brunette moans with relief and pleasure, "Fuck me" "Breed me" she pleads

You growl saying "that's the plan omega,"

“Take me alpha,” she says as you thrust into her. Her breasts bounce hypnotically for you as you repeatedly kiss her cervix with your cock.

Her scent is ridiculously intoxicating as you breathe it in. Pushing out all rationale thoughts except to breed her. She’s screaming and creaming all over your cock as you pound into her.

“Reshape my slutty little hole” she begs you smirk. You fuck her harder as she moans. You lean in close as you lick her ear. Her body jolts as she cums all over you but you don’t care this isn’t about her this about you and what you want.

And all you want is to breed this tight snug hole. “You’re my omega now,” you whisper as you ravage her. She’d respond but she’s too blissed out to say anything except

“Breed me. Breed me,”

You give her another thrust and breed her watch her eyes rollback as she takes in all of your cum moaning like a delicious delirious mess.

You pull out of her hole and cum over the rest of her.

The young woman lies on your floor, dazed, a pleased smile still tugging at her lips. As the shock fades and rationality creeps back, your mind races at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Oh god, there’s a naked girl in my house. You’d spent the rest of the night carrying her through the house on autopilot: bathing her, dressing her in your Brian Dawkins jersey, tucking her into your bed before collapsing on the couch yourself.

You wake the next morning to find her pressed fully against you, one leg hooked over yours like she’d claimed territory in her sleep. Her scent is intoxicating — muguet and lavender, warm and close. She’s burning up, and she nestles in closer, chasing your body heat.

Something low in your chest starts to stir. You go still, force a breath, and sit up before it can take hold.

Her eyes flutter open. She looks at you like a puppy that’s just spotted its owner.

“Alphaaaa,” she whines.

You stare. She stares back, entirely unbothered.

“I’m hungry. And still in heat. What do I doooo?”

You’re a little overwhelmed by all of this, but you decide the only sane first move is food.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” you say.

She nods happily and follows you to the kitchen, practically bouncing.

“So, um — what’s your name?”

“Chaewon. Or whatever you wanna call me, alphaaaa.”

You sigh, open the fridge, and start pulling out eggs, bacon, sausage, and apple juice.

“I’m Beowulf.”

Chaewon beams. “Such a fitting name. So strong, alpha.” The words do nothing to quiet the growl building low in your throat.

“Enough with the alpha thing,” you groan. “Just call me by my name.”

“Okay, Bewo.” She says it slow, like she’s tasting it. “(Bey-whoa.)”

You roll your eyes. She watches you cook, unblinking, and licks her lips when the bacon starts to pop. Her scent thickens — an invitation, unmistakable, like she’s daring you to close the distance again.

“So, um, Chae — how can I help you? No, better question: why are you here?”

“I’m here for you, Bewo. The Council of Alphas wanted you dealt with, so they sent me.” She shrugs. “But the second I caught your scent, it triggered my heat.”

“Right. Okay. I’m still new to this whole werewolf thing, so — where, and what exactly is this ‘council of alphas’?”

She pouts, considering she’d rather talk about you breeding her more than lycanthrope political systems. “They are a group of Alphas from some of the biggest packs who typically meet in New York City. But they’re everywhere, really. Each alpha holds their own turf — and then you show up out of nowhere, and everything gets… wonky.”

You nod and ask, "Am I encroaching on another Alpha's turf?"

Chaewon thinks for a moment and says, "No not really. No other Alphas really wanna be here, but you do present an inconvenience,"

“Noted.” You finish plating breakfast and slide it across to her. She wolfs it down then licks her fingers and grins.