Omega Pride Ch. 04

His sniffed at the one on her neck first. The scent was faint, but it was still there. He turned and quickly did the same for her arm.

He saw red as his eyes showed absolute fury as he growled, "Marco...Conroy..."

It that moment, he was off of her and in front of Marco as he punched him in the dead center of his face, sending him flying as he hit the floor face first and skid down before his body turned and tumbled down the hallway floor with the same impetus; he landed against the wall of the staircase, crashing the icy white drywall inward along with sounds of cracking in his body.

Conroy didn't even get a chance to face him as Wyatt grabbed him by his throat and shoved him up, sending him straight through the wall and into the living room as he slammed onto the coffee table, the glass shattered and frame destroyed by his weight.

Just as Conroy twitched and started to stir a bit, Wyatt ran up to him and forcibly grabbed him by his throat, slamming him hard into the wall.

The females who were there from before backed away from them, utter terror on their face, but they knew better than to stay in there and watch as they walked quickly outside without even so much as a glance back.

Conroy looked at Wyatt with wide eyes as he struggled to breath. He tried to lift his chin and turn his neck toward Wyatt, trying to bare his submission to him.

However, as he did, Wyatt's nails sharpened to claws as he dug them into Conroy's neck, threatening to tear open his arteries and causing Conroy to twitch in pain.

"I have no reason to accept you submission, Conroy Delaney," Wyatt's voice was almost in a whisper, his lips twitched with his words, "Neither yours nor Marco's."

When Wyatt tightened his grip and started to pierce his arteries, Conroy tried to grasp at his hand on his throat, but he was losing strength and soon blood, his eyes starting to roll to the back of his head.

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Delphi snapped out of her daze when the male got off of her. She sat up and watched in sheer terror as the male—Wyatt—hurled Conroy and punched Marco in his rage using the same speed he used on her. Shaking her head from the rest of the stars she saw, Delphi scrabbled back as she pulled herself to stand against the wall.

However, she couldn't move from that spot. She couldn't run at all as she watched Wyatt run up to Conroy and slam him into the wall, imbedding him inside it as he choked him. Her eyes shakily looked at Adeline and Keric, her lips dry and trembling—not even a sound was able to escape them.

"Why..? Why?!" Delphi thought as she looked back and forth from Wyatt to them, "Why...are the Alphas just standing there?!"

Her body shook against the wall, her legs a fierce combination of weak and stiff.

"Wyatt!" Adeline shouted, her monotone voice held an underlying emotion of panic, Keric behind her as they finally ran to him, "Stop! You don't want your...your mate to see this do you?! What do you think she's feeling watching this?!"

"...Mate...?" The thought tried to register in Delphi's mind, but her state of being kept her in too much shock to react.

"She'd thank me!!" Wyatt barked out at her, his voice full of anger, his grip getting tighter.

"No! She wouldn't!" Adeline told him, still trying to calm him down, "She's scared of you, Wyatt!"

Delphi watched as his tense body started to relax at her words. Wyatt glanced over his shoulder and looked at her.

"Let him go, Alpha. Please," Adeline spoke softer, "Your...mate doesn't need to see this."

"W-w-w...wait," Delphi's thought froze in her mind before her eyes widened even further, the words Adeline spoke finally brought enough strength with it to break through her shock as she processed the words, "Al...Alpha...?! He's the Alpha?!?!"

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Wyatt looked at his mate, fear drenched all over her face, causing his wolf to whine inside of him. He turned back toward Conroy, a low growl in his chest as he watched Conroy's eyes start to flutter shut, blood running down his neck; the artery pumping furiously with blood it was going to lose.

He wanted him to die, but the look on his mate's face repeated in his head like a nightmare. He never wanted her to look at him like that, especially now that he finally sees her. With one last snarl, he retracted his claws and let Conroy drop to the floor; blood pouring out of his neck as he breathed deeply, coughing.

"...Why is she hurt?" Wyatt asked, looking down at Conroy who was too weak to get up, but he was able to reach for his neck to stop further blood from leaving him.

"Yesterday we were making runs though the surrounding towns," Keric replied, his nose twitched at the smell of blood, "Conroy, Marco, Emmanuel, and myself. When were arrived in Jackson, we scented a lone wolf."

Wyatt growled, showing he was still on the danger line and wanted him to get to the point, "Why is she hurt, Keric?"

"She ran from us. Marco caught up with her first and...tackled her to the ground. She tried to get away and Conroy..." Keric cleared his throat, "slammed her into a tree and choked her."

Wyatt growled in rage and enmity, staring at Conroy with death dealing eyes as Keric continued, "I intervened and Marco grabbed her arm to get her to come along with us back to the den."

Wyatt turned his head at Keric and glared at him, his elongated teeth bared at him, his hands in fists he wanted to beat the shit out of him as well, "Why did you allow her to be hurt, Keric?"

Keric averted his eyes and kept his voice leveled to not upset him further, "We did not know that she, a lone wolf, was your mate. Otherwise, it would have never happened, my Alpha."

Wyatt turned his head sharply at Adeline, who let out a small gulp and averted her eyes as he did, "Why was she not sent to the Infirmary after being admitted in?"

"...They were bruises," Adeline answered, voice somewhat on the softer side, "I'd figure that she'd heal—"

"Bullshit!" Wyatt barked, "Otherwise she would have healed before I got back!"

"My sincerest apologies, my Alpha," She replied, her eyes still averted, "I swear it will never happen again."

In the silence, Wyatt started to calm down, though he was still fighting the urge to hurt Keric. He wouldn't dare touch Adeline. His father had taught—rather instilled—him that females were never to be harmed or hurt by males no matter what the case. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to start now.

"...What is her name?" Wyatt finally asked in the silence, calm enough to regain some of his senses.

"Delphi, my Alpha," Keric replied, "Of the Méraudin pack."

"The dead pack in Northeast Quebec?" Wyatt asked, looking back at him in slight surprise.

"The last known survivor, sir," Keric nodded.

Wyatt took in a breath and slowly let it out, "...Delphi." Her name itself calmed him down even further.

"Wyatt," Adeline spoke softly and slightly hesitant.

"What?" He looked at her, rage no longer held in his eyes, but he was still annoyed with her.

"There is also something you should know," Adeline spoke hesitantly still, "...She's an Omega."

Wyatt's eyes turned to that of confusion as he angled his head as if to rehear her, "...What?"

"She's an Omega, my Alpha," Adeline repeated.

Wyatt didn't believe what she said as he looked up at the ceiling in silence.

"An Omega? My mate?" He thought, "It couldn't be possible...unless—" He took a deep breath as he thought about this before looking back at Adeline.

"That doesn't matter," Wyatt replied.

Adeline's eyes filled with shock and disbelief, "What?"

Wyatt's eyes narrowed at her, his upper lip twitched in aggravation, "I have no reason to explain myself to you, Adeline. That. Doesn't. Matter. Now get out of my sight."

Realizing her mistake in spiking his mood, she nodded. Adeline looked at Keric, "...Keric, could you have others come and put Conroy and Marco—"

"No. He can't," Wyatt interrupted her coldly and looked at Keric, "You will have a few of the lower ranks clean up and fix the mess, then order a new coffee table and carpet. Now."

"Yes sir," Keric bowed and left, disregarding his sister's order entirely.

Wyatt glared at Adeline as his voice came out cruel and hard, "Your place does not include commanding my betas when I'm here, Adeline. And as for Conroy and Marco, leave them. They'll heal."

Adeline gulped once more and nodded, leaving him as she headed upstairs to her room, knowing better not to question or talk back to him at all.

Once Adeline was out of sight, Wyatt felt relief that he was finally alone with her; he turned back to face his mate, his Delphi.

He stopped when he turned around. Disbelief and renewed frustration filled his face.

Where did she run off to now?!

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As they were talking, Delphi slipped slowly back into the kitchen, trying her best not to draw any attention.

"...You?" The sound of Katalin's voice started her as she turned around.

Delphi's eyes shook as she saw the look of fear and shock etched across Katalin's, Kamilla's, and Oscar's faces.

Oscar was against the wall, sweat trailing down the side of his face from his fear.

Kamilla was frozen stiff, the Honey BBQ ribs forgotten in her shaking hands.

Katalin's eyes were glued to her as well; she was no longer cutting potatoes.

"...It's you?" Katalin's words existed in a whisper, disbelief stitched in her words, "You're the Alpha's...mate?"

Delphi gulped hard as she backed away from them and exited through the kitchen door, closing to behind her. Her body shook as she stood there, but then took off into a sprint.

She shouldn't run, she shouldn't, but Delphi couldn't help it as she ran past everyone as fast as she could, several of them stopped and sniffed the air as she ran past, many of them gasping, and looking at her in disbelief.

"Impossible!" Delphi thought, the snow crunching hard under her sneakers and the wind slashing past her face, "This is impossible! Wasn't Keric the Alpha?!"

She tore down the path to the Omega quarters, dare not looking back at the stares she knew was there, or worse—if he was there chasing her down. She shook her head as she ran.

Her wolf whined at her. Stop! Go back, that's our mate! Ours! We must not let any other females claim him!

"Are you insane?! That's an Alpha! The Alpha of the Delaney pack!! No! We are not going back there!!" Delphi ran, her thoughts running wild, "How is this even possible?! My mate's supposed to be an Omega like me! Or at least a Theta! Nothing more!!"

When she got to the house she ran in, and locked the doors with all three locks and ran to Kamilla's room and locked the door there as well. She shut the blinds, locked the windows and laid down the bed designated for her, her body trembling, her blood racing, and her breathing rapid.

How stupid.

Even if he wasn't the damn Alpha, as a werewolf it was easy to rip down locked doors, shatter open locked windows, knock off the blinds, and take their mate's in a bed—

The very thought scared Delphi, tears forming in her eyes, "No! He's not our mate! The Alpha can't be my mate...My mate can't be an Alpha! Oh what difference does it make?!"

However, as much as she denied it, her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to him that he was. It hurt her and her wolf inside to say any different, no matter how much he and their bond scared. Delphi bit her lip as she pulled the pillows over her face.

Her wolf whined once more. He's ours. There is no mistake in this. We just have to claim him.

Her wolf projected on how safe they felt in his embrace, how when he breathed on her neck. She projected them running together as wolves, him nuzzling her muzzle with love and care, promising to protect her and whatever cubs may come. She then projected her thoughts on their dreams, when he would caress her skin, kiss and nip at her neck and shoulders, message her breast as he fingered her.

Delphi rolled over, feeling her arousal start up, heat forming between her legs. She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face.

She did want him.

She wanted him so bad it hurt, but couldn't—shouldn't—allow herself to want like this, "He's an Alpha...he's an Alpha... I...I can't—"

A faint knock on the front door snapped her out of her immediate thoughts into thinking nothing. She didn't even have to guess to know who it was.

It was definitely Wyatt.

She didn't move as the faint knock happened again.

"Delphi," For the first time in years, she heard a voice mind which didn't belong to her or her wolf's, "Open the door please."

Delphi's lips quivered. She wanted to, but she didn't want to; her wolf wanted to tear the doors down that separated them from their mate.

"I don't often request. Open the door now, Delphi," Wyatt's voice was gentle in her mind.

With a thunderous heart beating, she slowly got out of bed, wiped the tears away, and hesitantly unlocked Kamilla's door, heading towards the front one.

She licked her dry lips slowly, her hand shakily reached for the first lock...

then the second...

and the third, before she tentatively opened the door to reveal the handsome, tall, and powerful male. Her mate.

"Why did you run away from me, Delphi?" Wyatt's voice was surprisingly calm, gentle, and soothing to her.

Delphi took a step back and he took a step forward in pursuit. Delphi's heart was moving way too fast to her and she gulped, "I...I-I....I'm so...sorry, my Alpha—"

"Don't call me that," Wyatt took another step forward as she took another backward.

"My...my apologies, sir—" Delphi continued to walk back.

"Don't call me that either," Wyatt's eyes never left hers as he continued to follow.

Delphi backed down through the hallway. As she realized she was staring into the emerald of his eyes and she quickly averted them.

"Don't look away from me," His husky and deep voice gently commanded her, forcing her to look back up at him.

Her shaky hand rose and touched the wall, trying feebly to propel herself back.

"I'm scared—"

"Don't be."

"This isn't—"

"It is."

"I can't—"

"You can."

"I shouldn't want—"

"You may."

"I'm an Omega—"

"It doesn't matter."

Delphi clumsily reached out to her bedroom door, missing it the first few times behind her before she finally opened it and backed into it. Wyatt followed closely.

"W-what should I—"

"Wyatt," He answered before it slipped out.

At that moment, Delphi realized she had blocked any exit out. But did she? Did she want any exit?

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Wyatt then closed the gap between them and kissed her lips hard, bruising them with his own.

Delphi let out as stifled whimper as he pulled her in close, grabbing the back of her head and his other hand her waist.

She tasted like heaven to him as ran his tongue lightly against her lips, begging for entrance.

Delphi slowly started to relent, but when Wyatt grabbed her butt, she gasped against his lips and his tongue darted in, entering her mouth, seeking hers out.

As their tongues entwined and fought in their dance, Delphi melted into their kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Oh tasted as good as he smelt, the scent of pine, myrrh, and sage rolled of his skin.

Wyatt lifted her legs up and they locked around his waist as he headed toward the bed that scented of her, his lips never once leaving hers. All thoughts of going to his suite left him; He had waited too long and he needed her now!

As they fell onto the bed, Wyatt tore off the shirt she wore with ease, the seams effortlessly undone. As he ripped her pants off just as easily, he saw her virginal white and teal colored panties. He ripped it off her too, though this time, he was careful in making sure he didn't hurt her. Wyatt looked back up in her eyes, but he quickly looked down at her bruised neck and arm.

"...I need to heal these," He whispered and before she could say otherwise, he bent down and ran his tongue over her arm's bruised skin, healing the bruise with each stroke.

Delphi was being more and more damp as his skilled tongue healed her, sucking it lightly before moving up to her neck, and she let him. The feeling was more intense as she continued to bare her throat to his wet and rough tongue, tracing his back's muscles with fingers.

"There," Wyatt pulled back, proud and pleased that she submitted to him before kissing her again and continued to strip the rest of her clothes.

He was pleased that her bra opened in the front as he undid them and threw them off before continuing to kiss her. Their hearts beat with reckless abandon in their chest as he reached up and kneaded one of her breasts, earning a deep intake of breath from Delphi as he kissed the side of her neck and made his way down to the untouched breast.

Delphi let out a moan as he started sucking—licking, nipping—on her nipple, rolling the other nipple between his fingers before alternating between the two until the sensitive buds could take no more.

He left them as he began to trail down her stomach with kisses; Delphi's breathing increased with speed and volume as neared her pussy. Holding her thighs open for him, Wyatt bent down and licked her dripping wet slit. Damn she tasted better than the dreams, her intoxicating scent overpowering as he licked her hungrily before licking her clit.

Delphi cried out at the feeling—her eyes glowing—and began to moan as he sucked on her red bit mercilessly; she tried to close her legs but ended up bucking a bit, too consumed in this new pleasure to fight against what she wanted.

Wyatt dove his tongue into her swollen pussy, licking as much as he could inside of her, holding her down as she bucked again. A new yet familiar feeling spread through her body, heat running like liquid fire through her veins.

"Ahh. Ahh! AAHH!"

Her body spasmed as she came hard. She had never came that hard in her life! Delphi panted heavily as she looked down at Wyatt who was licking the juices off his lips. Delphi couldn't help but feel extremely aroused at this.

He came up and kissed her again, allowing her to taste herself in his mouth before repositioning himself, grabbing a hold of his engorged cock.

Delphi's eyes widened in new fear as she looked at him and shook her head slightly, "...That...that's not going to fit inside of me...!"

Wyatt looked her in the eye, the sides of his lips twitched as if smiling as he whispered, "We're mates. I'm sure it will."

Delphi looked into his glowing emerald eyes and back down as he guided the head of his cock inside of her. Delphi shut her eyes, trying to get use to the pain of his invading girth as it reached her maidenhead.

"Delphi, look at me," Wyatt commanded and she did so.

He bent down low over her and whispered soothingly, "It will only hurt for a little bit."

At that, he tore through her virginity; a near silent yelp of pain escaped her lips, holding onto him tightly.

Wyatt didn't like to see his mate in pain, but the emotions of joy and triumph echoed throughout his wolf as he'd be the first and only male she'd ever have.

They held still for a while long before Wyatt slowly started to rock in and out of her warmth.

Delphi's hisses of pain turned to moans of pleasure after awhile at Wyatt's long and steady strokes. Seeing this, Wyatt started to increase speed as he went deeper, though he was now fighting with his wolf's need to take her rough and hard.

Her moans became louder with each thrust; Delphi locked her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her and to take his lips once again as he began to pound into her; sweat forming on his brow and body with the increased speed of his thrusts.

Through their pants, heat and electricity flowed; Delphi's wolf started to claw her way to the surface as she ran sharpened nails down Wyatt's back, earning a growl of pleasure from him, his wolf just as close.