Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 16 Secret Mission

Bernice POV

I feel Landry's breath on my neck and my heartbeat kicks up. He wants to mark me! I ignore the little thrill that goes through me. A voice talks to me. "Let him! Let him bite you! You know you want it!"

It is just my heat talking, I think to myself, and turn my head, grabbing his arm and tugging as strongly as my heat will allow.

I hate my heat. It makes me weak and vulnerable, although Alphas like it, including Landry. Indeed, he growls in happiness as I can't move him and kisses me deeply, playing with my breasts until I moan.

"Let me," I gasp, wiggling under him. It makes his big, hard cock go in deeper and I groan wantonly. I feel so exposed, like a proper Omega. "I want to ride you."

"You do?" Landry growls. I nod. It has the benefit of him not being able to mark me, but I truly want his cock that much deeper in me, so that when he cums, it's deep inside me and can't escape.

He doesn't give me time to answer, just grabs my arm and flips me over so I sink down on his cock. I scream in pleasure as he splits me open and I start riding him. My thighs burn and my breasts bounce up and down. Landry growls and grabs them roughly, pinching the nipples and slapping them as I sob in pleasure and pain. It's a perfect combination and I curse him for knowing I'd like it.

He fucks his cock up into me and it's hard and big and perfect, and we fuck until dawn, the only sounds in the room our skin and our moans.

Secretary POV

One of the things that made the Alpha King Landry so good at ruling is how diligent he is. He is so attentive to his people, solving every issue that comes up no matter how complex it is or how annoying it may be. He arrives promptly to the Parliament building every single morning at nine o'clock sharp to handle business and meet with his Secretaries of State. He never misses a day, whether it's raining or shining, whether he was injured in battle, he always shows up.

Never once since he was made Alpha King has he missed even a routine meeting such as this, and today, he is late with no warning or message at all. The Secretaries of State are looking at each other with unease - what could have happened?

"He must have gone to the border, to exterminate the rogue wolves!" one chimes in.

"Without informing anyone?" another scoffs. "Clearly he is ill."

"The Alpha King is too strong to ever fall ill!"

"It must be a serious illness, then!"

"He must have been assassinated!" "SILENCE!"

The shout of the most senior Secretary of State silences them all from where they were beginning to get agitated and over excited. They all find their seats again from where they had leapt up to gesture emphatically, and only once they had did the senior Secretary speak again.

"There is only one explanation that makes sense," he says. Given the Secretary's status as the oldest and most senior of the Alpha King's trusted advisors, all the other Secretaries of State listen closely. "Alpha King Landry is of the age that he will find his mate. You all know what happens then."

"He will devote attention to her."

"Exactly." The Secretary nods. "Given the Alpha King's age, and the fact that he is late for the first time ever, there is only one explanation. Alpha King has found his mate, and he is in love."

Scattered murmurs meet this announcement. Some want to immediately deny it - the Alpha King has gone so long without even considering women, surely he hasn't found one now? But most agree. Alpha King Landry is the perfect age, and his behavior fits.

Just then, the doors to the Parliament building open and Alpha King Landry walks in. He is whistling, with a huge smile on his face, practically glowing. The Secretaries of State all exchange looks - they have never seen this Landry before. In the last ten years, Alpha King Landry has been serious, almost angry the entire time. He is always found with a frown or a scowl on his face, never with a smile and certainly never whistling or glowing.

It seems the senior Secretary is right, The Alpha King is indeed in love.

Landry POV

"The mission I have for you must be top secret."

Landry is meeting with his Beta. They are hidden away in a private room in the palace, where no one will find them or overhear them. Landry trusts no one else with this mission, but his Beta must know the importance of secrecy. "Yes, Alpha King." His Beta is sitting up straight and attentive. Landry looks him over to assure himself of his Beta's honesty before continuing.

"You must find me a witch-doctor. Not just any witch-doctor. I need one that treats special, rare diseases. Especially ones that cause death. Do you understand?"

"For Alphas or Omegas?" his Beta asks. It is a fair question. Landry considers. It is important that his Beta has all the information, to find the best witch-doctor. "Omegas." His Beta nods. "And it must be quick. Do you understand?"

"Completely, Alpha."

"Then go." Landry watches his Beta take off and breathes deeply. If anyone can find a cure, or a witch-doctor who can find a cure, it is his Beta. His Beta has sniffed out the most skilled of spies, he can find a good witch-doctor. Bernice thinks there is no cure, but Landry refuses to give up. There must be a way for her to recover. He will not allow her to die without exhausting every single option available.

He returns to his rooms to check on Bernice. Her heat has passed, or at least her latest heat. She has told him they will come more often, but Landry isn't bothered. He will help her through all of them. "How are you feeling? Don't lie, I see in your face you are in pain."

Bernice looks worried at being caught out. She bites her lip, thinking over her answer, before saying, in measured tones:

"I will be fine, you don't have to worry."

Landry scoffs and Bernice frowns. How has she not gotten it through her head that Landry is here to help her? That Landry cares for her?

"I can ease your pain."

Bernice shakes her head and Landry growls in frustration.

"Do you have a better person than me?"

Bernice hesitates at that and Landry smirks. It's clear she's wavering. She doesn't have a better option and she knows it.

She's looking him over. If Landry is honest, he knows he is good-looking. He thinks that even if she did have another option, he'd probably be a better choice.

But she is still not answering. He has to convince her, but how? She is so stubborn, it's a wonder she's let him relieve her heat at all so far.

"You are surely busy," she says, biting her full, pink lips. "You are the Alpha King, after all."

Landry has a sudden realization. Of course! That's how he can get her to accept it, it's so simple. He smiles.

"It's true," he says. "I am busy. I'd rather go to battle again than deal with all this paperwork. Being an Alpha King requires a lot of it. If you want, you can help me in exchange. One for the other." "So I'd help you and you'd help me?" Bernice asks, still biting her lip. Landry wolf roars within him, telling him to bite it for her, to claim her as his like he deserves!

He does not, squashing his wolf back down. Instead, he nods, and watches as Bernice's apprehensive look becomes intrigued.

"That sounds fair," she says eventually, and Landry grins. "I appreciate fairness. Very well. If you'll allow me to help you I'll allow you to...help me."

"It's a deal," Landry says, holding out his hand for Bernice to shake. She does, a very small grin gracing her pretty face as well. "I must say, you are the best female Alpha."

Bernice gasps a little at the praise, eyelids fluttering, mouth parting just slightly. She stares at Landry in shock before recovering.

"It is a great honor to be recognized by the Alpha King," she returns. "I am happy to help you with your problems."

A playful smirk crosses Landry's face and he slides closer to Bernice, who's breathing catches. He slides a hand on her thigh, squeezing gently and leans in close to exhale over her pulse point.

"As an Alpha female?" he asks, voice pitched low, almost a growl. Bernice shudders. "Or as my reward for making love to you?"

A fire lit in Bernice's eyes as she clearly fought with herself to retain control of her emotions. Her muscles twitch like she wants to throw herself at Landry, to spread her legs and beg for his cock, and Landry is amused to watch the play of emotions cross the usually unruffled she-wolf's face.

Eventually, she swallows and straightens her shoulders.

"Let me show you," she offers, reaching for his paperwork. "As I recall, you're about to meet the prince of the bear clan...."