Omega Mistress For The Alpha King

I hissed as the sharp end of the needle pricked my finger. The blood that dripped from the small injury annoyed me for some reason but I paid no mind to it, instead I sucked the finger into my mouth, wincing at the bitter metallic taste of blood.As expected the moment I pulled out my finger there was no more blood coming from the injury, the only thing that remained was a numbness to that finger but I didn’t let it deter me. I continued to sew the patch in my shirt and when I was satisfied with my work, I lifted the cloth to inspect it. It was a neat, triangular patch which resembled the work of a three years old but as I expected, there was no more hole in my shirt and that was all that really mattered. I smiled with pride at the beautiful work and i could even feel my wolf roll around in satisfaction, causing me to roll my eyes. It’s not as if she had done any work. I slid the shirt onto my frame, smiling when the large hole that had occupied the front of it when I picked it up

Athena wasn’t lying when she said that the hall had being beautifully decorated. It was pretty impressive what they had done with it and as the hall slowly began to fill up I could see that the guests were thoroughly impressed. The moment I freshened up and changed into the uniform that we were mandated to wear on occasions like this I had begun to feel the exhaustion settling within my bones. No matter how hard I had begged Stella to let me be her little assistant cook the stubborn woman had insisted that I come to the ball and serve. Mentioning something about meeting my mate amongst one of the Alphas. Even as I thought about it now I couldn’t help my eye roll at her words. As if that were possible for someone like myself. “Don’t just stand there looking like a fool Cat, these guests won’t serve themselves.” Jason hissed from behind me and continued on as if he had done nothing. The hall was slowly filling up although the main guest was yet to show up. I picked up a tray filled

“You didn’t strike me as the quiet type of person when we met earlier.” Gwaine said beside me and I fought the urge to snicker. It would take a while before I could get used to not behaving like a nuisance. I really didn’t want to offend the Alpha but that might be hard. ‘Well you also didn’t strike me as the king type of person when we met earlier.’ I thought to myself but kept it in, shrugging in response to his words instead. He hummed underneath his breath and for some reason I found the small, useless action attractive. Truth was, there was not a part of this man that I didn’t find attractive and that scared me beyond anything I could explain. This was Alpha Gwaine Stone. Supreme leader of the werewolves, rumors went around that he had been chosen by the Moon Goddess her self to rule over us all as the Alpha King. I mean, not that I believed the rumor personally, I still very much think that he might have been elected by a group of other Alphas, or he might have won a great

Gwaine’s POV:From the moment Vilkus took an interest in her, I knew that I had to get far away from her else there would be trouble, but she just happened to cause a scene at the feast and awake the beast within me once more. Being Alpha King was such a great role in the eyes of many. Until they realized that it came with a beast that was in as much control as one’s human side was. But it might be worse for me, since my beast actually had the greater control of my mind than my human side did. The only perk, might be the fact that I at least got to be in my human body and interact in human form. Goddess knew how much trouble Vilkus could cause if his form was allowed to roam out more often. I watched as Catherine’s head hung from the side as she slept, unaware of my presence. She was really cute and I loved how fiery she could get, but I wasn’t sure that attitude sat well with my wolf. Vilkus loved his women submissive, fiery, feisty, he just didn’t do well with neither of those t

The next time I gained consciousness, the space around me felt very different. Although my body still burned as badly as I remembered before I blacked out. I finally realized why it all felt different when I could feel a cold surface beneath me, one that felt like pure bliss against my burning back. There was someone else in the room, but they weren’t hurting me. Instead, it felt like they were helping me. I could feel a cloth pressed on top my head and although the water was too cold, I felt too weak to try to protest. I only shivered in effect. I tried to force my eyes open but the pain in my head stopped me from completely trying to open it. Instead I hissed weakly, trying to warn whoever was messing with me to back up but it wasn’t working as well as I had hoped for because they only continued to do it. “Stupid girl, can’t get her mouth to shut up.” I finally heard someone whisper and I recognized the voice immediately. This was the mean girl from the first time that I had co