When Alpha meets Omega

. When Alpha meets Omega. Chapter 1: .It’s spring.The evergreen trees no longer have their branches covered in snow and the birds freely sing in the forest canopy, noise carried throughout the forest to sound like an entire chorus. The forest floor is wet from the melting snow, puddles and squishy muddy ground leaving all sorts of imprints animals leave behind. There’s still a chill in the air, since the sun can’t quite reach through the dense cover of the trees, but the wolves have been itching to escape their pack and go out and explore.The moment the pack leader gives the go-ahead, the younger wolves dash out towards the forest, yipping and snapping at one another as they disappear into the foliage. Dozens of tracks, both human and animal, are smushed into the muggy earth. It’s slippery, and one can easily lose their footing if they aren’t careful enough. That’s easier said than done when you only have two legs.Animals are emerging from their dens and already is a food p

When Alpha meets Omega .By Authoress Kamara.Chapter 3: .Carlos has marigold on him, but he needs more ingredients to properly heal that wound. He can’t leave the wolf here; he might bleed out, die right in the middle of this meadow with nobody but a stranger besides him. “Um. . . shit, just. . . just hold on—”“Carlos!”The omega’s head snaps towards the direction he came from and there, like a glowing savior, is Gavin, standing at the top of the hill. Carlos has never been more thankful in his life to see the big giant, and he watches as the beta dashes towards them, trampling through the flowers to get to them.Carlos’s more concerned about the wolf than the flowers at this point.“Jorge told me you’d be out here— oh, holy shit!”The injured wolf flounders again, unable to support himself on his back legs, but he snarls and snaps and growls at the newcomer, ears flat against his head.“We need to get him back, he’s going to bleed out,” Carlos rambles, worry in his eyes, “We ca

(5). When Alpha meets Omega. Chapter 5: soulmates, perhaps? .Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—”“Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine.Carlos’s never been referred to in a degrading tone before. The pack doesn’t speak like that to one another, so when the alpha downgrades him just for his status, his brows pinch and his jaw tenses.“ N-no, I’m not leaving,” he stands his ground, but the alpha’s cold stare is convincing the wolf inside him otherwise. “You don’t get to tell me when to go when I saved your ass!”“You’ll do as I say ,” the alpha snaps back, pulling the blanket even tighter around himself. There’s an angry red scar running from his shoulder blade down his back, the same wound Carlos had helped heal when he was a wolf.“You’re not my alpha,” Carlos grits his teeth in defiance. Inside, he knows he’s pushing this too far, but a part of him refuses to back down because he saved this wo

(7). When Alpha meets Omega. Chapter 7: I'm willing to try if you are .When Carlos enters the infirmary, the overwhelming scent of sandalwood washes over him in a way that has all the tension melting out of his muscles. Ricardo is curled up against the wall with his legs tucked into his chest, blanket still around his his and his head on his knees. The exposed bits of his pale skin glisten with sweat and Carlos can even see from his spot in the doorway how short the alpha’s breathing is.Carlos clears his throat as he steps in, gently closing the door behind him. He’s unsure of what to do, so he stands there waiting for Ricardo to look at him or acknowledge him in some way.With the sound of the door clicking shut, Ricardo’s face snaps up and when his eyes meet Carlos’s, it looks like he's been crying. “Oh, it's you,” he says, voice scratchy and rough.Carlos isn’t doing a great job at hiding his surprise when he sees the red welt across Ricardo’s cheek and his puffy eyes. “Yeah,

(9). When Alpha meets Omega. Chapter 9: we are stuck together like peas in a pod .Unlike his usual waking up time, Carlos finds himself blinking his eyes open to the sun peeking right through the windows of the infirmary. It’s annoyingly bright, he thinks, and Ricardo must think so too because his head is buried into Carlos’s back, arm curled around his waist. They’re spooning.Warmth simmers low in Carlos’s belly.When the omega shifts, tries to roll off the cot quietly, Ricardo mumbles and tightens his grip around Carlos’s waist, effortlessly drawing him back, the omega squeaking in protest. “Ric,” Carlos whispers, reaching back to press his hand against Ricardo’s stomach.Ricardo grumbles some more, almost whining in his sleep as Carlos manages to wiggle himself free. During the night, the dark sweater has ridden up on the alpha, exposing a thin strip of pale skin between the waistband of his borrowed underwear and the hem of the sweater.Carlos manages to sit up, free of the