Lone Pup: The Angry Mountain Clan

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Alexa Actionable Analytics for the Web. AmazonGlobal Ship Orders Internationally. Amazon Inspire Digital Educational Resources. Amazon Rapids Fun stories for kids on the go. Amazon Restaurants Food delivery from local restaurants. ComiXology Thousands of Digital Comics. She shook her head, her mouth open slightly. She was panting, and her cock was throbbing in pain, pushing harshly against her pants.

She could feel sharp stabbing pain in her gut and in her cock as it continued to swell. The sweat dripped down her face, and she wanted to scream in rage. She could hear Anya's words from earlier as she had hastily explained to her that the pain she would feel in her first rut was normal, that she would have to get used to her body changing. That the first time her knot formed it would be excruciating and the only thing that would satisfy the pain would be the hot, slick flesh of an Omega wrapped around her knot. She will let them be hurt and abused. And you…you she will keep for herself," she snarled.

Clarke stepped back, reeling from the Alpha's words as they battered against her. She could feel her fury wrapping around her, and she couldn't help it when her knees buckled, and she slid to the floor. She groaned and whimpered, desperately trying to not offer her neck, but every instinct screamed at her to submit; and she felt hot, angry tears fill her eyes. Stupid, fucking Alphas, and their fucking pheromones , she thought bitterly. And she groaned in annoyance, when she felt herself grow wet and slick again. She could feel her heat surging and rumbling under her skin.

She growled and slowly managed to get to her feet, forcing herself up, forcing herself to face the angry Alpha. She growled and whined as she shoveled her feet and gripped her knees. At least she was standing even if she was partially bowed. It was better than nothing. She grit her teeth and pushed herself up the rest of the way and glared defiantly at the Alpha, but even as she glared at her, she couldn't help the hot tears that dripped down her eyes.

Her very skin ached with both her heat and the desire to submit. The Alpha's call was so strong, that some Betas had already slumped to their knees, or were leaning on each other. She wanted to vomit, and her head pounded. She could feel her pulse pound behind her eyes, and her stomach roiled. Lexa stared at her in shock and admiration. Her fury drained away. She had under-estimated this Omega. Truly she hadn't put her entire strength or will behind her call to submit, if she had everyone in the room would be slumped to the floor, and many of her guards outside would be in their knees.

But still she was impressed by Clarke's strength, and she felt the last of her fury dissipate. She breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an effort to calm herself. Her Beta guards straightened, some looking sheepish. She bit her lip and then did something she rarely ever did.

I should not have attempted to force you," she sighed and rubbed her hand down her thigh. She choked back the groan as the side of her wrist scraped against her cock. She focused on the lancing pain, trying to center herself. Clarke felt her chest loosen in relief. The storm had passed for the time being.

She stared up at Lexa, and then let her gaze slide over the slim, muscled form. She licked her lips when her eyes scraped over the bulge in Lexa's pants. She forced her gaze downward, noting the strong thighs and long legs. Legs that went on forever. She stared back up at her noting the heat that blossomed across the older girl's golden skin. She knew her eyes were green, but red stared back at her for the time being. But you have to let my people choose their mates, and you have to let me lead my people. She felt the warm wood nestle into her palm. And she clenched the knife in her hand.

She flipped it in the air, catching the blade in her hand. She walked closer to Clarke inhaling sharply, the girl's sweet scent. She felt her teeth tingle. She shook her head to clear it. She held out her other hand to Clarke, "give me your hand. This is just to cement the alliance and our joining. Clarke nodded and placed her right hand in Lexa's outstretched one.

Lexa carefully turned her hand over, palm up in her own. She clasped Clarke's hand and then carefully slid the blade between there palms, twisted it the smallest bit and drew it back out, letting it slice their palms. She nodded in admiration that the Omega didn't even flinch. She handed the knife back to Indra. Indra nodded sharply, and gestured for the guards to follow her out of the tent, leaving Lexa and Clarke alone.

But Indra stationed Beta guards all around the tent with strict orders that no one was to disturb the Heda. She sighed, shaking her head. She hoped the Omega knew what was coming. She wasn't even sure Heda understood. She walked away calling for a messenger. She needed to send word back to Polis of the alliance, and what to expect. She also needed teachers to come and educate the young Alphas and Omegas.

She growled at the thought. An entire generation of Alphas, especially female Alphas had been unprepared for the onslaught of young, unmated Omegas. And it was obvious that the Skai people had been caught unawares also. Lexa stared down at their still clasped hands, and then gently tugged her over towards her throne. She walked stiffly, trying to ignore the friction on her cock. Hopefully, soon it wouldn't bother her anymore.

She reached up and grabbed a piece of cloth from pole in back of the throne. It was soft and clean and would do. Clarke nodded dumbly, still reeling from the turn of events. She could feel the heavy warmth settling in her belly, and her thighs were flushed, and she shifted awkwardly, well aware that her underwear were ruined. They were old and worn from washing in the stream anyway. Hopefully Lexa would see fit to give her some clothing. She bit her lip as she eyed the girl, who was staring down at Clarke's palm. Lexa gently cupped Clarke's hand, surprised by the tenderness she suddenly felt for the Skai Girl.

She hadn't felt it since Costia. She bit her lip, and then licked her lips. She couldn't tear her gaze from the rich blood sluggishly seeping from the pale flesh. It wasn't deep, and would stop soon. She licked her lips and brought Clarke's hand up to her face. She inhaled deeply, her chest rumbling at the wet, slightly metallic smell.

And without tearing her eyes from startled gold, she flicked out her tongue and pressed it against the small wound. She hummed deep in her throat when the iron hit her tongue, and she dragged her tongue up the small slit. She gently sucked on the wound, enjoying the way the blood coated her tongue. But what she enjoyed even more was the way golden eyes flared at her, and the choked whine that ripped from the girl's throat. She pulled back and lowered her hand, carefully wrapping the piece of cloth around it.

She tied it off and let her hand go. She stepped closer to Clarke, inhaling deeply, but before she could do more, she heard yelling outside the tent. She growled, her fury building quickly. The Alphas were getting too close to her tent, wanting what was hers. She would teach them all a valuable lesson.

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Her nostrils flared, and she glared again. I will send Beta riders to your camp with more food and other supplies, along with the tea. And then we can decide from there. Clarke could only nod, slightly confused by the sudden gentleness the Alpha was exhibiting with her. She could tell from her red eyes and the still significant bulge between her legs that the Alpha was in rut, but her pheromones had changed slightly, as if she were more in control.

Clarke nodded and watched while Lexa turned suddenly and strode, albeit slightly awkwardly, out of the tent. She sighed and went into the small sleeping area.

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The bed was fairly large, and she blushed at the thought that there would be enough room for them to move around on it. She couldn't stifle her groan as she leaned down and inhaled the scent wafting from the furs. It smelled like earth and rain and horses, and something raw and sweet, something spicy. She whimpered again, and lowered herself on to the bed. She laid face down, burying her face in the furs.

She couldn't help it when her hips jerked against the furs, and she could feel her clit swell slightly. She wanted to cry at the heaviness in her limbs, the ache in her sex. She was so wet, and she pushed down hard against the furs, pretending for a brief moment that it was a fierce and beautiful Alpha beneath her. But then her head snapped up, and her nostrils flared when she smelled another person in the tent with her. It had taken an entire hour to deal with the matter, and Lexa was steadily losing control.

The impromptu meeting had suddenly ended when she had stabbed her dagger into Quint's hand, reminding the Swamp Clan general, who was in charge. As typical, they were arguing over the Omegas, each putting forth their claims. She had told them it had been decided already, and none would be forced to mate or breed or taken against their will. The warriors of each of the clans were welcome to try to charm any of the Skaikru into joining with them or even visiting their clans. But she made it clear, that she would launch a full scale war against any who stepped out of line.

And after she had stabbed Quint, they were ready to listen and agree. She had also made it a point of mentioning that the Skaikru seemed to want to stay with the Trikru and their allies. She growled just thinking about the arguments, but as she approached her tent, her steps became lighter and her growl turned into a purr. She could almost smell her as she approached. Her Clarke, she couldn't suppress the small smile that twitched at the corner of her mouth. She ached to touch the Skai Girl, to learn all of her secrets, to plunder her mouth, and memorize her taste.

She wanted to bury herself in the other girl's scent. She wanted to see Clarke's eyes turn back to blue once she had sated Clarke's heat. She wanted to wrap the girl in her arms, and breathe her in. She wanted to ask her about the stars, how bright were they really? What does it feel like to float above the earth? She wanted to teach her to ride a horse, she already knew which one she would give her, and she wanted to teach her how to fish, and she wanted to snuggle into her warm arms on a cold winter day, and know that this was where she was supposed to be, and….

She couldn't help the excited rumble that spilled from her chest as she grasped the flaps of her tent and stepped in. But the rumble almost immediately turned into a roar when she realized that Clarke was not alone, there was another with her, standing next to her. Too close to her. She knew as soon as she had walked in, it was another Omega, and older mated Omega, specifically a Trikru Omega named Lux, who was bonded with a member of the Horse Clan.

She was a story weaver, responsible for teaching the pups the clans' oral history, and she wasn't a threat, but still Lexa snarled in fury. Rationally, Lexa knew she wasn't a threat, knew that Lux had probably only been there to help answer any questions Clarke had, probably to help prepare Clarke. But despite this, she was already so far gone in her rut, that rationality was no longer a viable option. She shook in rage, clenching her hands into tight fists. She grit her teeth trying to regain control, but she couldn't stop the way that her muscles twitched with both fury and desire.

She wanted to tear someone's head off, paint her skin in their blood, but even more, she wanted the girl in front of her. But she knew she was too out of control. She would hurt her, and the thought of hurting her made her clench her fists even harder. Lexa stomped over to the smaller table, her muscles trembling. She ground her teeth desperately searching for a thread of control, but the harder she looked for it, the worse her anger and agitation grew.


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    8. She had never been so out of control before, but she had never been in rut before either, and she cursed her Elders for never preparing her for this inevitability. Her instincts were screaming at her, pulling and tearing at her, telling her that her chosen was in trouble, that her claim was going to be denied, that she had to mate her and breed her before another Alpha could claim the blonde and take her from Lexa. She snarled and slammed her fist down on the table, relishing the momentary pain that shot up her arm.

    She could smell her. Her scent was filling the room, and she panted trying to draw it in to rest on her tongue so she could taste her. Honey and berry mead. She groaned, she reminded her sweet and rich honey, and the tart berry mead they drank at feasts. She imagined the girl would probably taste the same, and her mouth watered at the thought of licking her skin, sinking her tongue into her sex.

    Her belly curled in pain, she leaned over and struck the table again, bearing her teeth when it cracked. She inhaled harshly through her nose, and her lips curled when she smelled something almost slightly burned. She knew what it was immediately: She could still smell the girl's cloying scent as it brushed along her skin, but underneath it was another scent, just the slightest edge that reminded her of burnt fur.

    She bowed her head slightly, inhaling and exhaling as deeply as she could. She reached down and cupped herself trying to ease the continuous pressure. It hurt, and her nerves were popping under her skin, and this time she whined instead of growling. Clarke took a deep breath, suddenly very thankful for those few moments she'd had with Lux. The older Omega had explained to her what would most likely happen, and the best way to help herself through her heat and Lexa through her rut.

    She steadied her nerves, trying to ignore the heavy heat settling into her thigh muscles, and into her pelvis. She winced at the feel of her slick coating the very tops of the insides of her thighs. Her system had quickly burned through the tea, and she knew very soon she would be incapable of rational thought, and she would be begging for Lexa to mate her.

    She swallowed thickly at the thought of the young, strong Alpha. And if the Alpha didn't want to mate her, there were plenty of other Alphas just waiting for the opportunity. Th-this rut," she muttered, "I-I've never…" her voice trailed off, and she closed her eyes when she felt the younger girl move up behind her.

    She flinched slightly when she felt hot hands close lightly around her hips. Lexa could feel the heat pouring off the girl, and her belly tightened in pain, and her pulse started to pound in her veins. Her cock throbbed again, and she let out a muffled groan. She allowed the younger girl to turn her around so her butt was resting against the cracked table.

    Clarke chewed nervously on her lower lip as she looked into gleaming red eyes. She felt a shiver skitter down her spine, and she wasn't sure if it was from fear at the raw hunger on Lexa's face, or if it was from desire. The Alpha looked like she wanted to rip into her flesh, taste her, feed off of her, fuck her and mate her, and yes, breed her. Part of Clarke recoiled at the thought of being taken so mindlessly, like they were simply animals instinctively breeding over and over again, but the Omega in her took notice, and she couldn't stop the whirring deep in her chest from tumbling out.

    She knew she was calling to Lexa's Alpha even more blatantly, if that were possible. She didn't know what she wanted to communicate, but somehow her Omega knew. Lexa's eyes opened wide, and her breath caught in her throat when she heard the soft whirring. It was much like her own purr, but at a slightly higher and faster cadence. She growled and felt her canines tingle, and she sucked them briefly, feeling them elongate just the slightest.

    She'd heard tell of course the stories of Omegas whirring. It was said that they used it to call their Alpha too them, that it usually meant they were ready to breed, or that they needed their Alpha. Sometimes it was used to comfort their Alpha, and each whirr was unique to each Omega. Lexa couldn't stop her inner Alpha from preening as Clarke called to her, and her growling turned into a deep rumbling purr. She let her mouth open, her tongue flicking out trying to capture Clarke's scent better. She shuffled closer, wrapping her arms around Clarke, burying her head in her hair.

    My Klark," she muttered into Clarke's hair. She could feel the heat coiling in her muscles, and she pressed harder into Clarke, humping her slightly, groaning at the ache in her cock. Everything was starting to hurt, and she simply wanted to fuck and mate, but at the same time even as she pressed harder into Clarke, she instinctively was seeking out comfort from her chosen. Clarke groaned at the feel of Lexa's cock pressing into her. Her muscles were aching as if she'd run for miles, and she grit her teeth.

    She felt almost nauseous, and the heat flooding into her muscles felt almost cold and bitter.

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