Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 25 – Lost in Thought

Tina POV "Jessie!"

Tina has watched and waited for Jessie to return from Landry's palace. After eavesdropping in on their conversation regarding Landry's mysterious woman, she is determined to get more information as soon as possible. Jessie jumps as Tina calls her name, walking over to her once she recognizes her.

"Hello, cousin," she greets. Tina smirks. Jessie may have calmed down when Landry made his excuses, but the anger is still there. Tina can see it in her eyes. All Tina has to do is coax it back out.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," Tina says, leading Jessie to a sitting room off of the Entry Hall of Jessie's palace. Jessie goes easily and Tina cheers in her head - perhaps this will be easier than she thought. "I have been busy, I apologize," Jessie says, waving a maid over and ordering tea. "Tell me, how have you been?"

"I have been good, thank you," Tina says, giving Jessie her best innocent smile. "But I am not the interesting one, you are! I heard you were just at Landry's palace. Did you see his secret lover?"

A dark look crosses Jessie's face and Tina has to fight not to cackle in glee. That was too easy! The maid comes back and sets tea in front of them before leaving again. Jessie sighs, picking up her tea cup.

"Yes, I saw her," she says, voice bitter. "I fear she may not be as wonderful as I believed."

Tina fakes a gasp of horror. It comes out sounding a little over the top but she doesn't think Jessie notices.

"How so?" Tina asks, and Jessie sets her tea cup down, looking troubled. She clearly doesn't want to elaborate so Tina thinks hard. "Is Landry in danger?"

Jessie's head snaps up.

"What? No, no, nothing like that. No, I just don't think she cares about him as much as he does her."

Tina leans forward in interest. Now they're getting somewhere...

"He cares about her?" she asks, and Jessie nods.

"Oh, very much," she says. "He takes her on dates and spoils her. He treats her properly, like she'll be the Luna Queen. But she...well, I'm not sure her devotion matches his."

"Did she say something?" Tina asks, knowing full well the answer is yes from her eavesdropping. Jessie hesitates.

"No," she says finally, a lie. Tina tries not to smirk. Even now, hiding the truth. It doesn't matter. Soon Tina will expose the fraud that is the Omega bitch and show Landry who truly is the Luna Queen.

Landry POV

Another day, another meeting. Landry's Secretaries of State are arguing over the building of a bridge in the capitol but Landry couldn't care less. He stares down at the papers that were handed out and zones out, letting the arguing voices wash over him.

His mind is, as always, focused on Bernice. He hates that they argued and he hates that she's upset. He doesn't know what to do to make it better - her feelings are complicated, he knows, and it must have been difficult to have Jessie confront her like that.

Falling into heat constantly and needing relief must be equally difficult for someone normally so strong and independent. Landry cannot fathom that happening to him. It's still impossible to connect the needy Omega he'd fucked into the mattress with the strong and imposing Alpha he'd fought alongside on the battlefield.

"The citizens deserve this bridge. Don't you agree, Alpha King?"

Landry blinks and refocuses on the meeting, just enough to come up with a vague enough answer to get them off his back. He has no energy for this. This is all so pointless.

What does this matter if he cannot find a cure for Bernice?

"The citizens need many things. What is wrong with the bridge a few miles down the river?"

As he'd hoped, that sparks off a new debate, one that he can tune out as well as his thoughts go back to the beautiful Omega she-wolf in his palace. He is so in love with her. The depth of his feelings had once frightened him - how was it possible to feel so much for another? - but now, he has surrendered himself to them.

He just has to bide his time until Bernice realizes she feels the same. Because Landry knows she does. She'll return his affections - if she lives long enough to realize it.

The potion that the witch-doctor had made has eased Bernice's symptoms, but it has not cured her. Bernice has been falling into heat less and her pain has eased. All of that is very good - it was very hard to watch Bernice suffer so much - but it's not what Landry ultimately wants, which is a cure.

Landry would give anything for a cure for Bernice. She has given everything to keep the wolves safe from vampires and bears, taking that awful medication that caused this illness just to be an alpha for the Sunset Pack, facing the assassination attempt from the Aurora Pack. She has been through so much, she does not deserve to die like this.

Landry needs to find her a cure. Even if she never admits her love for him, he would still find her a cure. It's the least he could do in return for the service she's given all these years.

He stays lost in his thoughts as his Secretaries of State argue over the pointless new bridge.

Bernice POV

To my undying annoyance, I have been unable to stop thinking of Landry for the past three days. Jessie's words echo in my head and they're all I can think about. Am I taking advantage of him? Am I hurting him?

It seems absurd to even concern myself with this. My father didn't worry about hurting my mother, after all. Landry doesn't worry about hurting me. And he gets to cum every time.

So why should I worry?

And why do I wonder if I care about him? I don't! He is merely doing me a service, allowing me to die with dignity, to service me through heats so I don't have to be humiliated.

Yet, I lie awake at night, unable to stop thinking about this. It makes me burn hotter than I do during a heat, makes me toss and turn until I groan in frustration and give up on sleep, getting up and walking the dark palace in my robe, the stone floors cold under my feet.

I think and think and think and I still do not have an answer.

Landry is away again, at a meeting with his Secretaries of State. Jessie hasn't been back since our argument, and I am alone. I am perched in my favorite window seat in my bedroom, staring across the grounds.

It is a gorgeous day, the sun high in the sky, birds chirping and a cool breeze blowing through the window, and all I can think of is Landry. I think of his broad muscles, his dimpled smile, his tousled hair and dark eyes. His strong grip and calloused hands, his thick cock.

I swallow hard and slip a hand into my skirts, into my panties, teasing my wetness, slipping into my cunt.

"Oh, Landry..."