Frozen Earth

[Queen of Disaster]

Madeline Decker blinked as she awoke. White walls sourrounded her and the light hurt her eyes. Groaning she closed her eyes again. She was in the medical ward of the citadel. At the age of 27 she had been finally chosen for the next step in every Omeags life. Being paired up with an Alpha who was the perfect partner for her. Well, at least perfect in the aspect of DNA and genes. Currently she was awaking from an examination if she really was an Omega and if she was ready. Only Omegas lived at the citadel, well... they moved in as soon as they where ready. Because of her studys on lost history of humanity before the Ice Age she had been allowed to live a little longer outside of the citadel. For that she used supplements that would keep her heat out of her blood so that no Alpha would turn crazy around her and, for the worst, rape her. Now she was off the supplements and her body had to get used to the loss of the medicine. Up till now she had been here for a few weeks and she really didn't like it here. She didn't like that a partner was chosen for her and she didn't like the rumors or how sometimes some girls were never seen again. It was somehow a scary place. And now she was even looking forward to meeting the Alpha she would marry and get together with. Hopefully he wasn't too old or too ugly. Or too stupid. And most of all, hopefully he wasn't a misogynistic pig. She didn't want to only cook and bear children. She wanted to study more and find more of the lost history of humankind. The ice age has destroyed so much it was her dream to retrieve what her ancestors have left behind.
Suddenly the door opened. A nurse came in, smiled at her: "Oh, I see someone's already awake. Let's see..." Her data and blood pressure was beeing controlled and as the tests and examination had shown everything was fine with her. Perfect. Her body was ready for marriage and for the Alpha. Though, her mind wasn't. Hours later she wore her jeans and shirt, her jacket and she was glad to be released of the medical ward. Now she could go back to the other healthy Omegas, back to her room. In the next few days someone would pick her up for her wedding. It was nothing romantic. Romance was for Betas and Gammas, but not for Alphas and Omegas. She hated being an Omega. There would be no white gown, no guests, just a boring guy, two signatures - hers and her new husbands - and that was it. Then she would move in into his place. She still had no idea who he was. At least he would have good body build. Most Alphas had.
The next days flew by and she really wasn't mentally ready for this. Because there was one rule as well. Every Omega had to stay a virgin until she would be picked for a partner. Dread filled her as she though of her wedding night as well as for her heat. She only experienced it once and it was horrible. She put her brown hair in a ponytail and looked herself in her blue eyes: "Everything's going to be fine. You'll see Maddie." After that she packed the rest of her things, her books and clothes and then someone knocked on her door. It was time.

 

[Torack]

The doors hiss as they opened and Bruce stepped through, a tall man with broad shoulders and a wide back; an athletic build with a short beard covering his face. Black hair neatly combed towards the side. He knew the place he was walking into was large, but he never knew just how large. It was massive, spacious, and everything looked… new.​

He hadn’t seen anything look so clean in ages. Not since the world nearly destroyed the human race; it had been a while since that happened, true, but they’d been slow to recover. Slow to rebuild and remake all the great things they’d once had, mostly using scraps of whatever they could find to make imitations of the world before the ice age hit them.​

Seeing this was almost like a breath of fresh air. The walls, floor, ceiling, everything was white; run through with veins of light silver as though to imitate marble, but less chaotic. More elegant and serene. Before him there was a massive open lobby and across, on the opposite end was a curved, white desk behind which stood several figures in white uniforms.​

Stepping deeper into the building, he could see other visitors sitting in a nearby foyer sipping on hot beverages in the middle of hushed conversation. Other staff members, recognized by their white uniforms and prim postures.​

This was where the Omagas lived? He’d never imagined it to look so good. Grunting to himself, he made his way to the desk.​

“Bruce Hendleson,” he said to the receptionist.​

She looked up at him with a small smile, then down toward a chart with multiple names. She went down the list until she found him. “Very good, sir,” she said, “right this way.” He watched as she stepped out from behind the desk and began walking.​

Following her, Bruce began wondering if this was the right thing to do. Should he truly be there? He’d heard rumours that pairing with an Omega outside the system was healthier, more natural. The pairing would be chaotic for sure, but that was how nature had intended it, no? To break away from that natural method and use whatever technology the government had deemed more successful seemed strange, almost foreign.​

But what did he know? He never paired with an Omega, and those of his friends that have, have done so outside the system and they were living their best lives. He was going to be the first of his group to do this, and why not? Bruce wanted to see what it was like; the advertisements made it seem like it was the best thing in the world going through these government-mandated facilities.​

He was taken to a small room and told to wait. A smaller version of what was outside, but the chairs in here were brown and beige, a stark contrast to the white he’d been seeing while in the building. Taking a seat, he grabbed a small book from a stand and idly began reading.​

A half an hour later, a door hissed open and Bruce stood to see two armed guards and a man in a white labcoat enter the room. “Right this way, Mr. Hendleson,” the doctor said.​

Bruce stood and followed the man out into a narrow corridor with an incredibly high ceiling and a low, barely noticeable hum filling the place. “Why the need for guards?” He asked the doc.​

“Oh, right. Precaution for our Omegas,” the doctor said, “we’ve had a few break ins. You Alphas can get a little… well not to be insensitive or anything, but quite rowdy when you smell an Omega in heat.”​

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not really our fault,” he said.​

“Isn’t it?” The doc said, “if only you brutes could control yourselves like the rest of us Betas and Gammas, the UN wouldn’t have to spend most of its budget trying to protect its Omega citizens from you animals.”​

The sudden attack completely out of nowhere had him reeling. Was the doc like this to every Alpha he met? He didn’t even know what he did to the guy and he was suddenly extremely hostile. He could also sense the way the guards behind them were getting shifty, as if ready to pounce on him in case he did anything.​

It was baffling.​

“Right, I’ll try and control myself.”​

They walked in silence for a moment longer when another doctor appeared and stopped upon the sight of him. “Oh shit, another Alpha,” she said, an annoyed look on her face, “are you going to return one of our girls broken and near death too?”​

“What?” Bruce asked, incredulously.​

“Maybe we should take you to containment to teach you how to control your lust and yourself before we give you one of our own.”​

“I can take care of myself, doc,” Bruce said slowly, his anger rising at being a sudden target for no apparent reason.​

“Can you, really? It’s what they all say, until they go berserk.”​

Bruce was silent for a moment, looking between the doctors. “Where is this coming from?”​

“You’re an idiot too, now?” The male doctor asked him.​

Bruce’s eyes went wide in confused shock. “W-.. what? No, listen. If this is a prank, it’s gone on long enough. Just get me to my fucking Omega and let me get through this weird ass day. Please?”​

“Oh look, he said please,” the male doc said, “he learned how to people.”​

This had to be some sort of joke. What sort of professional spoke like that? Why were they attacking him so suddenly, putting the blame of other Alphas hurting Omegas on him? He knew things like that happened, they weren’t all that common, but they happened. And they happened with Betas and Gammas too, so why these two idiots were acting like he was the sole perpetrator of Omega assault was ridiculous.​

“Final warning, doc,” he said to the guy.​

“You fucking Alpha. You think you’re something special, eh? You and your kind should be locked up and fucking euthanized.”​

Bruce had had enough. His face went dark as he swung, his fist colliding with the doctor’s chin causing him to crumple on the floor, unmoving.​

The female doctor screamed and Bruce felt two massive bodies hitting him from the back sending him to the floor. An alarm sounded throughout the corridor as he struggled to get out from underneath the guards, only to have his arms pulled back and cuffed.​

“You shouldn’t have done that, asshole,” one of the guards said in his ear.​

 

[Queen of Disaster]

"Leave your things. They will be brought to your new home.", Catrina said to her, "And follow me." So that was what she did. She followed. Like always at this place. Always following, always playing by the rules. But they had been good to her and that's only because of her grandfathers stand. He was rich and was a very important part of high society. She hadn't seen him for a very long time though. However, they did exchange letters now and then. Even if he didn't show that he loved her she knew. And that was all that mattered to her. Still, everyone had to follow the system, didn't matter if rich or poor. Someday every Omega had to stay at the citadel.
Some time later she was at... a beauty parlor? She blinked again. Never in her life had she seen this place. "W-What-" "Here you will be made more beautiful for your Alpha.", said a smiling girl that came to her. She seemed really happy. Madeline wanted to be happy too. "My Alpha?", she asked dumbfounded and the new girl took her hand and placed her at a seat. "Yes. Your Alpha. We will make your hair, give it a cut, then we will clean you up, give you a beautiful hair do and fashionable clothing. After that you and your Alpha are finally going to see each other.", the new girl exlamed, "Oh, and the name's Sasha."
"Sasha... alright... then... then make me beautiful.", Madelina answered nervously and hated sitting here, being jugded by her beauty. She knew she wasn't beautiful. Her hair colour was a boring brown, and it was thin and she didn't like it. Her lips where too thin. Alright, she liked her breasts and her eyes, but that was it. Madelina sighed and let the whole show beging of her getting 'more beautiful for her Alpha'. How stupid.
Some time later she came to a room where they wanted her to undress, so she did. They started to wash her, put her in a bath with milk and honey? She didn't know, really, but she didn't care either. But as soon her body lay in the warm milk it felt so good she got all sleepy. It was the best bath of her life. Sasha got unhappy looks from her when she had to leave the bath. Still, there was a timeline they had to keep, so only protesting under her breath, they gave her a beautiful white dress, the cut being geometric and modern. Her hair was left open and it felt really fluffy. The shoes where really comfortable and she had to admit... she really felt beautiful.
Everything had hapened under the stern eye of Catrina until someone came running to her as Madeline was staring at her reflection in the mirror. "As it seems your Alpha made quite a ruckus.", said Catrina suddenly. Madeline looked at her surprised: "What?" "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Just stay here, we will get you soon.", with that Catrina left the rooms and left Madeline on her own surrounded by beautiful gowns.

 

[Torack]

The guard brought him to his feet and shoved him against a wall as more and more guards appeared, the alarm blaring above them. And all the while Bruce was both confused, scared, and more than a little angry. They egged him on. Everything was to get this reaction and he fell right into their fucking trap like the idiot he was. They wanted this, to humiliate him for whatever reason. Probably because he was an Alpha. And instead of seeing it for what it was, as he should have, he ended up in this situation. His face pressed against a wall.

He should’ve been calmer. Should’ve let those words wash right over him. He felt dumb jumping right into their trap, proving to everyone present that he was just another brutish Alpha, and for a moment he wished he was back in the old days. In the days when Alphas were the leaders, where their word was law and they held the world for themselves. But things changed and Alphas just slowly lost their influence over the world.

“What should we do with him?” He heard a female voice behind him say.

“We should throw him in a cell and let him cool down for a few days,” he heard the security guard holding him say.

“He’s here for an Omega, we can’t keep her waiting.”

“You want to give this animal to an Omega? She’ll fucking die.”

There was a moment of silence, perhaps pondering on what they should be doing, and Bruce’s mind drifted off again. He wondered if he should use the opportunity to break free of his bonds and bash all the bastards for what they did to him, or if he should play this out cool. Both had their merits: the first option would certainly reinforce their beliefs of Alphas being brute idiots, but he’d be able to break free of his bonds and get to the Omega all the while punching any asshole dumb enough to get in his way. Which, admittedly was a little fun.

On the other hand, if he played it cool, he’d probably stay in handcuffs and even if they removed them, their belief in his brutish nature wouldn’t change. But at least it wouldn’t be reinforced. Not by him. And after what he just went through, he didn’t want to have to be all over the news for punching more doctors and nearly killing security guards just for an Omega. Their reputation was bad enough without him tarnishing it even more.

“That’s unfortunately not our problem,” another voice said, a female's “let him go. If he fights back put him in detainment.”

“I’m literally right here,” Bruce said, “I won’t hurt any of you for this. Just get those two doctors out of my face.”

Hushed whispers followed, then he heard two pair of footsteps receding and the handcuffs were removed. Bruce took a step back from the wall, rubbing his cheek. “Right then,” he said with a slightly annoyed look, “let's go meet my Omega without anymore of those annoying doctors, yes?”

 

[Queen of Disaster]

So she waited. Sadly there was no clock that would help her keeping an eye on time but she assumed there was no clock on purpose so that Omegas wouldn't be distracted. Or some other stupid reason. Again she sighed and walked around, looked at other dresses, looked again at herself, tried to get used to the heels, they gave her until it was time for her to be picked up. She thanked the gods when the door finally opened and a new person lead her out.

"It's now time to meet your Alpha.", the woman exclaimed calmly, probably an apprentice from Catrina. Madeline nodded: "Alright. Lead me to him." With that she was lead aways, through doors and some other doors and then to a elevator. Silence stretched between the two women while the elevator counted the floors and while elevator music kept them company. There were a lot of floors and the silence got really awkward. "Oh thank god...", she sighed as the elevator finally stopped and they stepped out. She also knew it was important for her to meet her Alpha now. Because her heat would be soon and it would be better if she had someone to go through the painful experience with her.

The nameless woman opened a door after some time and Madeline stepped through. Behind her the doors closed. Before her were several people. Catrina, for one, strangers, and... an Alpha. The only Alpha. Her... Alpha? Stupidly she blinked at him. He was... huge. And really broad. And he was athletic.

"Miss Madeline...", said Catrina with a somehow proud voice and Madelina looked at her, "This is your Alpha. Bruce." She looked back to the Alpha and then she straightened her shoulders and smoothed her dress and then she stepped confidently towards him. With a smile she greeted him and stretched out her hand: "Hello, Bruce. It's nice to meet you."

 

[Torack]

Agreeing to calm down, Bruce felt the weight go off his back and not long after the handcuffs were removed. He stepped back from the wall rubbing his wrists and looking at the others with slight annoyance; he could see the hesitation in the way they stood, the apprehension in their eyes. Waiting to see if he’d snap again. The guards, although looking as they were calm, had taught muscles just waiting for him to make a move.

“Right then,” he said and began walking towards the elevators. Not long after he heard the others’ footsteps following him. At the elevator, he touched a button and waited a bit before going inside and down to the lower levels where a woman guided him through several corridors. All of them plain and white, with some having a few white tapestries hanging from white nails, which he found oddly curious.

Not long after, they brought him before a door, and the woman leading them placed a keycard onto a black pad next to it. The doors hissed open and Bruce stepped inside.

The room was a large square with the same white walls, and blaring white lights above, a couple of white stools were dotted around the room, and to his left he saw a medium sized white sofa with a glass coffee table in front of it placed above a white rug. His eyes narrowing, he wondered what it was with this place and all the white.

As he stepped into the room he saw the Omega and instantly knew what she was. Like a feeling deep in his gut telling; as natural for him to know she was an Omega as it was for a human to breathe. He just knew it, and he couldn’t exactly explain it, but he did know there were physiological studies conducted to understand what caused that link. That knowledge that an Omega and Alpha could instantly recognize each other.

Bruce walked further into the room, his eyes glued to the woman, and she was beautiful. A simple sort of beauty that he found charming; not too audacious, but just… perfect in its own unique way. And without realizing it, he himself was standing taller, his powerful lats slightly spread and his chest subtly thrown forward making him look bigger, stronger.

As his body subconsciously adjusted itself, Bruce could only wonder what she was going through. The nerves she was feeling, the anxiety. And honestly, despite burying it deep within him, he could feel the same things as well. Butterflies in his stomach as he walked towards a table and sat on a stool across from her. He looked into her eyes and gave her a weak smile.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Bruce.” Before he could say anything else, a paper was presented to them.

“The marriage contract,” the woman that guided him in said. “Sign it and we can be done with this.”

Nodding, Bruce picked up the pen and was about to sign his name when he hesitated, then looked up. Eyes slightly narrowing as they connected with the Omega’s, then he put the pen down. “Hey,” he said softly, “is this fine with you?”

“What do you mean is it fine with her?” The woman asked, as if offended. “Of course she is, now sign it.”

“I asked her, thank you,” he said, keeping his eye son the Omega, his voice still low. “Do you? It’s fine if you don’t. I have friends that could… make things different if this isn’t what you want.”

 

[Queen of Disaster]

Madeline had tried to ignore the nervousness, but now her heart was beating so fast it could explode inside her chest. Realistically, she knew this wouldn't happen, but still... she was really nervous. And a little fearful. Maybe even excited. It was the Omega instincts inside her, she knew, that where excited. It was animalistic and the animal inside her wanted to pounce him. If she'd been a cat, she probably would have done that. But she was a human, still in control. However, if her heat started she would totally loose control. And her smell would affect all the Alphas around her. With this system it would be somehow controlled, an Alpha chosen for her that fit her genetics perfectly and an Alpha who could claim her, mark her with his teeth, so that all the other Alphas could smell him on her. She wasn't looking forward to it.

Bruce looked into her eyes and gave her a weak smile. He probably was nervous too. Just like she was. It would be only logical to be nervous at this kind of situation. They where getting married after all. Two strangers that have never met each other before, chosen by the government. Well, he did seem nice enough and even if he was an Alpha a shyness surrounded him that... it made him nearly cute in her mind.

A moment after him she sat down, looked at the papers presented before them. The marriage contract. She saw her name. Madeline Decker. Her grandfather was Julius Decker, a well known man. Would Bruce reckognize her last name? She decided she didn't care.

Bruce was the first one to pick up the pen but before the in touched the paper he stopped. And looked at her. His question surprised her, it really did and with an open mouth she blinked at him. It wasn't her voice that answered him, but Catrinas. That woman was slowly getting on her nerves. Silently she huffed with a grim look at Catrina before looking back at Bruce. Her soon-to-be-husband. His concern touched her and her smile grew soft.

"It's alright.", she said, "I'm pretty old for an Omega and I don't really have a choice." She put her hand on his arm to reassure him: "It's really alright." But after a few moments of silence and them looking into each others eyes she whispered softly, only to be heard for his ears: "It can be good. We can be good. We only have to give it a chance. And if not... well... at least we can try, right?"

 

[Torack]

The feeling of her hand on his arm sent a tingle up to his shoulders. Her words, although quiet, reassured him. He was worried she was being forced into this, told that her life would end if she didn’t mate with an Alpha or some such horror story. Those were common among those outside the system living on their own, and now that he was here, he was seeing it really wasn’t all that bad.

He knew this was strange, the way they were being set up. It was unnatural; taking their best match from a survey and DNA samples; a match that was said to be 99% accurate, the Omega that would be his best potential match. And honestly, he could’ve done much worse. He liked that subtle confidence in her. He could see the fear in her eyes, but the way she spoke forward to him, the hope she had that this would turn out great.

It made him want to sign.

But he still had his doubts. Not concerning her, but more if he should be doing things in this particular way. He’d been told over and over that the natural way of obtaining an Omega was better. Healthier. That hunt, and that fight with other Alphas would ensure that the Omega got the best possible match. Although he had to admit it was still hit or miss; and the outcomes were often extremely varied.

This was relatively new and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He felt almost as if he was cheating nature, going behind its back to get something he didn’t really earn. A simple signing of a paper and she was his. That was it? No fighting other Alphas? No struggling against better men to see if they were worthy for this one?

But they weren’t animals. They were more refined. He had to remember that. This was how things were done now; safer, better for everyone. Or so that’s what they said.

Regardless, he picked up the pen and signed his name. He couldn’t deny the connection he felt with Maggie, that feeling of rightness he had with her. As if something fell into a space that was previously empty, and fit perfectly. But just as well, he signed because he was curious if this would actually work. And he was willing to be something of a test subject in this.

And why not? As Maggie said: even if it wasn’t that perfect match, they’d make it work.

After signing his name he sat back and looked over at Maggie expectantly, then over at the rest of the room. The woman who’d brought him in had physically relaxed, he noticed, but he said nothing. “Looks like it’s done,” he said looking back to Maggie, “so what now?”

 

[Queen of Disaster]

She was glad when he finally put the pen on the paper and he signed his name. The ink was fresh and wet but it dried fast. Then it was her turn and she put her signature as well. It would have been bad for her if she was returned to the citadel. She didn't know why but her gut told her this. It would have been as if she was thrown away like garbage. If the name Decker would have been able to protect her was another question. But for now she was safe.

Bruce was the first to break the silence and Catrina took the papers: "Now, the both of you will be brought back to the home you should have prepared as an Alpha. Her things should have already arrived and we of course, calculated her heat circle. In the next few days it should come and it would be best for the two of you to not leave your home until her heat is over." Then she took papers out of the map and gave them to him: "Here is information on Madeline. You should be aware that she is rather old for an Omega. The reason being that she studied and took medicine that would surpress her heat. This will be her first real heat and I expect you treat her well. Guards!"

Two guards stepped forward: "Lead them out to the vehicle. It is time for them to leave. The heat could also start today." Her eyes turned from the guards back to Bruce and sternly she looked at him: "You should be able so smell it. And do NOT break her." Madeline nearly scoffed at that but controlled herself. Being ignored and spoken about as if she was a toy was disheartening. But she had never like Catrina. Also, she held her emotions and her comments back. She came from high society. Self control about her emotions was something she learned the hard way as a child. She had been punished for it. Never again would she let her emotions get the better of her. Never again.

"Then, we should go. The sooner, the better.", she said calmly and stood up, stood proudly and challenged Catrina with a stern look before turning to her new husband. She tried to see the humour in the situation: "I wand to enjoy our honey moon as soon as possible." She turned to the guards and steppd up to them. However, Catrina wasn't finished: "Bruce. Be careful with her. She is the granddaughter of Julius Decker. If anything happens to her... you will not be forgiven."

Madeline nearly rolled her eyes at that. As if her grandfather was an unreasonable man. He was actually quite warm and soft. He protected her. And she loved him dearly.

"Husband?", she asked amused, "Come. I don't want to keep those generous guards waiting."

 

[Torack]

The name the woman spoke sparked something in Bruce’s mind. He’d heard the name before countless times: a powerful family was behind it, and the man that spearheaded the family into greatness was Julius; and although Bruce had no idea what the man did to make his family so great, or why they were considered practically royalty throughout the world, he knew he stumbled into something interesting.

Who would have ever guessed that he would ever be married to the granddaughter of one of the most influential men in the current world. He himself had come from practically nowhere compared to her: his childhood was as average as it could get. Well as average for an alpha in a world that was nearly destroyed. Life for him was harsh, cold, and everyday could’ve been his last. He’d seen his friends die; his friends’ parents frozen cold during the night, lifeless.

And he’d walk out, run around with the other kids just to see countless homeless people buried under the snow, their frosted eyes filled with the knowledge of their demise.

He could only imagine how life was for Madeline; whether her family name gave her a life of luxury in a time when most of humanity was slowly dying out. And now to know she was an omega, looked after in the Citadel until her alpha came to her. But he had to ask why him? Was this truly correct?

Was he really the right fit for her? For all he knew, they came from wildly different worlds. And yet, he could feel something right about this despite the differences. A sort of link in a weird sort of way.

Taking Madeline’s hand he gave it a light squeeze and bent down to whisper in her ear. “This lady’s probably just intimidated by me. Nothing for you to worry about, I promise you.” He then gave the woman a cursory nod and walked out of the room towards the elevators where the guards directed them to the lower subbasement levels where the cars were parked.

 

[Queen of Disaster]

Bruce took her small hand in his. His hand was big and warm und his fingers long. Somehow she liked the feel of her hand in his and as he bent down to whipser his smell got to her nose. She liked how he smelled. Suddenly something hot flared inside her, but still she smiled. "Alright.", she whispered softly and then they finally walked out. Out of that horrible place and out to get to their home. Her new home. A place she had never seen before. Hopefully it wasn't as dreadful as some Alphas liked it. She understood it was a hard world out there, but still... she grew up lucky and now she was somehow used to a level of luxury.

The soldiers brought them to a vehicle but suddenly again a heat flared up. She stumbled a little and fell against her new husband. "Sorry...", she murmured and hoped that it wasn't what she thought it was. So they got into the car on the backseat. Again she took his hand in her own. Then pain paired with hait flared up for more than just a second. She moaned and turned to her Alpha. The car started.

Madeline turned to him, put her cheek on his shoulder: "I-I... I think my heat... i-it's... it's starting... ohh..." She new he could smell it. The growing of her pheremones. The smell of her hot body, her sweat. Her need for him. Her need for him to fill her, to be with him, to feel him inside her. Now she didn't care at all about how his place looked like. Now she only cared about getting home as fast as possible. She also new that it was still not bad. The heat would become worse and worse until she was reduced to nothing but an animal.

Her hand layed on his chest. Huh? When did that happen? She stared at her own hand, could feel his muscles unter her fingers. Then she leaned further into him und without thinking she kissed his throat.

 

[Torack]

He sat up in his chair at the back seat when Madeline moan softly next to him, his eyes going wide with both shock and a little confusion. Bruce looked over at her, concern written all over his face as the car drove out of the garage and into the white, snow covered world above. Several evergreens dotting and lining the side of the road. And all the while his mind was racing. Had she truly gotten into heat? Right at that moment?

Bruce thought it would have come later rather than sooner. To at least give him some time to adjust to this new state of life he was in, and yet, he felt her press closer to him, could smell the rising pheromones coming off of her. It couldn’t be… and yet as the scent wafted into his nose something inside him clicked. Like a switch.

A sort of haze went through his mind, his heart rate rising quickly as the feeling of her hand and the feel of her kiss on his neck made a rush of animalistic desires course through his body, slowly taking over his mind until it was the only thing there. His only thoughts being the desire for her. The need to take her, to claim her as his own. To penetrate and go deep into her.

Pushing a button, a dark window rose just behind the two front seats of the car, essentially giving them the privacy this moment needed. And upon instinct he raised Madeline’s head enough to plant a kiss on her lips; a kiss that slowly grew with more and more passion, his lips opening, his hands going around her to pull her in closer. His breathing increasing in its rate, deep breaths flowing into him from the passion of the moment, slight groans escaping his lips.

Then those very hands began swimming all over her body; one hand cupping a breast over her shirt, the other going down to grab the side of her thigh dangerously close to her crotch. He broke the kiss, his lips rising next to her ear, “I’m going to make you mine,” he breathed, “and I’ll make you enjoy every second of it.”

 

[Queen of Disaster]

It was only the beginning of her heat, her eyes darkening and her desire rising. Madeline really thought she would have more time. More time to adjust. More time to think. But no, her stupid body had to do this now. In the car. Great. Thankfully he was the only Alpha around. Another Alpha would want to claim her as well and she was thankful for that. She didn't want two Alphas fighting over her. It just wouldn't be worth it.

Her mind somehow realized how the window between them and the driver pulled up, keeping it private for them. The driver would hear and see nothing. She was thankful for Bruce thinking about it, because she wasn't able to think much. Now she could still rationalize and analyze everything but in a matter of time even this won't be possible for her. And then she felt his hand on her head. He raised it and he leaned down to her. And he kissed her. Madelines body softened at his side and she accepted the kiss without thinking.

The kiss deepend second after second until his and her lips opened and her tongue got a taste of him. His hands went around her and he pulled her closer. She moved her legs and soon enough she was sitting on his lap, her arms fingers clutched his clothing on his chest and and not only his breathing increased. Somewhere in her mind she was elated that she affected him as he affected her. Yes, that is how it should be.

Then a groan escaped his lips and she shuddered in delicious desire. His hand cupped her breast, the other not nearly close enough to the centre of her heat. She moaned into the kiss, but soon he broke it. She whimpered by the loss of his mouth on her, but he merely whispered in her ear. Again, she shuddered at the dark promise of his voice. "Yes.", she breathed, answering without thinking, "I want to be yours." Because somewhere, deep inside her from the first moment she saw him, she knew she wanted to bis his.

Madeline moved her head slightly and kissed him, deep but short, feeling the heat rising more and more over the time spend in the small space. She couldn't think about where they were. Because the pain was rising and she knew it would be bad, her heat rising alongside the pain. At some point it would be unbearable and she would need him insider her. Hard and strong. "Please...", she begged without thinking, "Touch me more."