Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 14 Terrible Family

Landry POV

The gorgeous she-wolf lying in front of him, so weak, so frail - she looks nothing like the Bernice that Landry thought he knew. Once, she was a mighty goddess on the battlefield. Now, she is a sickly Omega, near death.

Landry still loves her.

He strokes his hands through her hair, runs his touch gently down her body, trying to soothe her as she moans in pain even in her coma. There's pain on her face, so Landry kisses it away, smoothing out the wrinkles between her brow and the frown on her full lips.

He trails fingers over the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, resting over the beating of her heart. Slowly, he keeps touching her, pressing fingers and kisses to her feverish skin until she slips deeper into sleep, finally without pain. Watching the sick she-wolf lying in a coma before him, Landry felt horribly guilty that he ever considered her a spy.

Days go by as Bernice slips in and out of the coma, sometimes coherent, sometimes not. Landry takes care of her, slipping ice chips in her mouth, helping her sip on broth, tending to her himself and allowing no one near her. He remembers her pleas - he will not expose her secret. Besides, he wants to be by her side. He wants to be the one to cherish her, support her, nurse her.

If he can't mate her, he will love her.

"Please..." Bernice says once, very weak, shaking in Landry's arms. Landry hushes her, but Bernice is stubborn, so stubborn. "Please...tell my family...they need to know I won't come back...say I'm on a mission...I'll die on the mission..." "I will," he soothes her, and, relieved, she slips back asleep.

Landry watches her sleep before doing as she asks and opening up a mindlink to her family. He waits for a suspiciously long moment - surely, as their only daughter is missing, they'd rush to answer a mindlink call from her Alpha King? Surely they'd suspect he'd bring news of her?

When he gets an answer, the voice is almost offensively bored.

"Yes, Alpha King."

If Landry remembers correctly, that is the wife of Bernice's father, the old Alpha. So, Bernice's stepmother, the one who forced her to take those awful pills, the ones killing her now! Landry curls his hands into fists and forces the anger down. He will do as Bernice wishes.

"Ma'am," he greets curtly, for he cannot fake respect for such a disrespectful woman. "I call to inform you that I have sent your Alpha on a mission." "What?" the deceitful, dishonest tramp asks, fluttering her eyes. "Sir, our Alpha is here!"

She indicates to her left, and Landry looks to see a young Alpha, perhaps fifteen. This must be Bernice's younger brother. Landry feels a wave of disgust rise in him - her parents must have decided he was ready to be Alpha and have discarded Bernice like old trash.

Landry vows that one day, he will get revenge for the way they have treated Bernice.

"My apologies for the inconvenience," he tells them, and closes the mindlink. After a moment of thought, he opens a new one, this time with his Beta. "I want the report on the Bernice I asked you to do. Tell me of her family." "My King, you will not like this."

"Just tell me!" Landry roars. His Beta bows his head.

"Bernice began fighting as the Sunset Pack Alpha when she was only twelve," the Beta says. "Sir, she's not a true Alpha. Rather, she's an Omega who's been forced to take medication suppressants to become an Alpha to fight on the battlefield. She has an Alpha brother, and it seems that now that he's of age to become Alpha, her family is no longer interested in Bernice."

"I saw they only care for her brother," Landry says thoughtfully.

"Indeed, they don't seem to care she's missing."

"To them, she's lost her value now." Landry is angry again. "If it's the last thing I do, they'll learn their lesson."

He closes the mindlink just in time to catch a sweet scent of strawberry milk as Bernice begins to move about on the bed, her plump white body writhing as she begins to moan.....

Bernice POV

Hot, hot, so hot.....I writhe and moan as the heat once again takes hold of me. Landry is so near me, I can sense his string, masculine Alpha energy, and I can't help the desire I feel coursing through me, making me wet and wanton. "Landry..." I moan, hoping I sound tempting enough. I know I am nowhere near the impressive wolf from the battlefield but I can only hope my natural Omega scent tempts him to take me.

As I writhe, my shirt rides up and my breasts spill out. They're plump and I see Landry stare at them. My nipples are perky in the cool air and I shiver as my juices from my pussy roll down my thigh.

"Landry, please..."

I see him look me over hungrily, like I am on display, and I feel so exposed but I do not care. I am so desperate for it, I want him to touch me, to kiss me. I want his fingers, his mouth, his big fat cock. I want him.

I whimper, a tiny, delicate sound, and reach a hand out to him, tears in my eyes, moaning continuously. It seems to be all he is waiting for as he stumbles towards me, shedding his clothes, exposing his fit, handsome body and his rock hard cock.

I spread my legs for him, sucking my fingers into my mouth, and he grows low in his throat. It makes me wetter, more wanton, and finally I feel his hands on me, just as I wished for.

"Landry!"

He growls again and rubs his calloused fingers across my nipples, driving me crazy with want. I feel so hot I might catch fire, more so when he trails teasing touches down my body to my pussy, where he pauses to play cruelly with my clit. I scream in pleasure and he growls back, the sound of a wolf, and I shudder with want. He teases my hole, which throbs and leaks my slick juices, before he leans down to kiss me messily.

I kiss back as best I can through the mind numbing heat, our lips and teeth and tongues clashing, until he pulls away and I whimper at the loss. Just then, he slips two fingers in me!

I yelp and moan at the intrusive stretch but the heat makes me cry out for more, clenching down and begging for more with my eyes. Landry seems content to use me as a plaything, thrusting his fingers experimentally, thumb still playing with my clit until tears spring to my eyes.

He leans forward and growls into my ear.

"You're so desperate...so desperate for me...I bet you want my thick cook, don't you?"

I moan and tremble, barely managing to stutter out a "y-yes..."