Disobedience and Devotion [Sequel] - Chapter 3

Disobedience and Devotion:
Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-31718061
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-32116254
Chapter 3:https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-32886179
Chapter 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-34266140
Chapter 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-35983197
Chapter 6: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-38540678
Chapter 7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-39940323
Chapter 8: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-42573716
Chapter 9: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-45865961
Chapter 10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-48981631

Sequel, Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-54046622
Sequel, Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-57158821


Word count: 8,125


At the end of the ceremony, Hank Henshaw locked up the building and pocketed the silver key with a promise that he would open the doors again no later than nine o’clock the next morning.


Lena took an immediate liking to the man, for no other reason than he seemed different from the other alphas that viewed the old laws as a proven fact of her inferiority. He spoke to her as though he cared about her opinions, and that novelty put her in a better mood as Kara escorted her back to the carriage.

Lena regretted quarrelling with her mate and the days of cruel abstinence, though Kara’s pheromones suggested they bring an end to that, and she responded in kind to share her receptivity.

“Much as you desired to keep me at home today, I believe you earned even more respect by allowing me to accompany you.” Lena placed a hand on her bump and began to untie the ribbon around it. “Did you see the way Mr. Henshaw looked at us? He seemed most impressed that your seed took so well in me that we’re going to have more than one child.”

If not for the way Kara’s eyes followed the movement of her fingers, Lena would have been inclined to believe that her alpha remained in a huff. Fortunately for them both, the ire of earlier had dissipated enough that Kara merely sighed. “At the very least, he did appear to be charmed by you.”

Though it could hardly be considered praise, Lena knew her alpha well enough to see it as a compliment, in spite of how ardently Kara attempted to withhold any sign of approval.

Lena made the effort not to gloat and allowed the ribbon to flutter from her middle before she began to hike up her skirts. The task was not easy in such a cramped space, and it was harder still to proceed in a manner most coy. The journey to Mr. Henshaw’s residence would be quicker than returning home and restricted what they might do in the meantime.

Neither of them uttered a word about how she was behaving, yet she could see quite plainly that she had stolen Kara’s attention.

Lifting the pretty lace frills of her undergarments revealed that she was slick with need, and that she had foregone the stockings that would ensure her modesty. To bare herself so blatantly was an invitation, and she raised her feet up to rest them on either side of Kara’s seat. “And what of you, Kara? Do you not feel charmed in my presence? Given the way you stare so covetously, I imagine you’re quite enchanted.”

Kara spared a passing glance at Lena’s glistening entrance and licked her lips before turning her head out of pride. She leaned heavily into the window with her elbow propped and her chin in her palm.

Lena swallowed down the softest whimper of dejection and stroked along the smooth inner part of her thigh. She entreated her mate to notice her, and when her beguiling behaviors failed to attract Kara’s eye, she tried her tongue once again.

“I know you are still opposed to my stepping foot out of the house until after the birth, but as you can see, I’m perfectly fine. I might not have enjoyed today as much as expected, but there’s no harm in that. I hope this has put your mind at ease. You needn’t worry—”

“I needn’t worry?” Kara echoed, as though contemplating such a phrase was the same as pondering a great mystery. “Did you not see the crowds of betas, whose protests could have easily become a riot had the right conditions presented themselves? Don’t you realize that I love you and wish to protect you? That I devote my every thought to you, and that I could never go on if I allowed you to endanger yourself? There is much about our society you will never be privy to understanding as an omega. The fact of the matter is that sometimes I do know best—"

Lena drew herself up into a better posture at the rash and forceful rant. “You treat me like a child! You forbid me to attend events without explaining why – and here you sit, pulling rein over me as an alpha. You give lofty speeches that make it seem that you respect me, but I still don’t feel that you do, despite the love between us. Will you never truly see me as your equal?”

For all of the composure that Kara was able to maintain as Clark, nothing made it waver quite so much as Lena’s outburst. Something undefinable and dark clouded the love that was often present within Kara’s blue eyes, and her temper surfaced, hot and hissing like a volcanic spring. “The mere second I mention any event, you make demands of accompanying me, even when omegas have no place being there. You’ve grown so accustomed to my leniency that you forget the rules that bind us, and perhaps if you learned to control your reckless impulses it would be easier to trust that you wouldn’t defiantly act on them given the first chance you got. For someone so adamant they be treated with respect, you certainly don’t give me the same courtesy.”

Agitation brought Kara’s brows together and her lips pinched so white that her mouth all but disappeared until she snarled, “The inequality in our society goes beyond you and I, Lena. You find it amusing to have the knowledge that I masquerade as one of the men who benefit from the privilege of being an alpha, but you forget that it’s the privilege of being my wife that has stopped those betas from tearing our house apart in their anger. They know you have been a catalyst of change and it is out of respect for me that they do not take their grievances any further.”

Lena held back her own vitriolic retort and peered out the window at the betas that still gathered near the shops. The sobering sight of their defeat aroused her deepest sympathies.

“Let me speak to every point you just so eloquently threw at me,” Lena stated, and at the first slow of the carriage, she moved into the seat beside Kara. “Betas should be granted the right to own businesses and property, and as the head of the counting house, you should persuade the alphas that sit on the council that it would be for the benefit of us all. Think of what good all of that new industry would do for this town.”

Their heated discussion might have gone on without any progress had Lena not placed her gloved hand over Kara’s lap to steady herself at the jerk of the carriage. Beneath thick trousers, Kara must have worn another impressive set of layers to restrain the prominent bulge of her rut erection.

“You are far too good at keeping secrets from me,” Lena muttered and peered up at her alpha with milder intentions than before. “You blame my reckless impulses for your mistrust while missing the fact that all summer I did just as you asked of me. Give me your trust in all things, Kara, and I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

She licked her finger and fixed one of the stray strands of blonde hair that obscured Kara’s eyes. Her nurturing touch and fragile scent did much to help her case, for Kara turned to regard her.

“I love you,” Lena whispered, her lips soft around the words she prayed would lead to reconciliation. “I am beseeching you now for peace between us, for better communication and true unity before the birth of our children.”

To squabble further would sour both of their moods to such a degree that it would be shamefully obvious to anyone in attendance of Mr. Henshaw’s celebratory dinner. Though Lena cared very little for how they might talk of her, she did not wish to sully the name Kara had made for herself. At the heart of her ire, she sought Kara’s approval not because she believed she required it, but due to a longing to be seen as the woman she was beyond the nature of her omega.

The strong silence of her mate lingered between them so long that Lena dared not glance at the hardened state of Kara’s jaw. She clasped her hands upon her belly to feign composure and exhaled sharply in relief the very moment Kara settled her hand atop her own.

Kara twined their fingers together, and the reassuring warmth of her palm uncoiled the tension within Lena and permitted her to rest against her mate’s shoulder.

“Understand that when I make requests of you, it is not my intention to make you feel lesser in our marriage. I do so only when I perceive your safety at risk,” Kara whispered, her tone subdued and not nearly as irate as earlier.

“I will take pains to remember that when next we disagree,” Lena promised in her own cordial whisper and Kara touched her face as they came together in forgiveness.

The lingering passions went into their kiss, and Kara was fast to rearrange her skirts to find her cunt slick underneath. Kara exposed her throat and sucked most ardently at the claim with the first thrust of her fingers that probed deeply and firmly into Lena’s receiving warmth.

“Remind me of the other privileges of being your wife,” Lena moaned, her head thrown back and breasts partially revealed by the state of her neckline.

Kara pulled it farther down to bare Lena’s nipples and wrapped her lips around one with a suctioning greediness. She curled her tongue, flicking at the stiffened pebble while staring up at the rapture on Lena’s face.

Given the sexual appetites of her alpha, Lena felt certain that her mate would have bestowed her clitoris the same wonderfully languid treatment if only the carriage had provided enough room for them to lie down. She cursed the size of her skirts and her rounded belly only briefly, for the pleasure Kara stoked between her loins brought her thighs together in a moan.

“If we were not expected to arrive on time, I would have the carriage pull over,” Kara confessed, the teasing spread of her fingers not once pausing as she delved deeper into Lena’s carnal heat in pursuit of her sweetest spot.

The implication of being taken in the bushes or by the side of the road, bent and on display with her rear outside the carriage ought to have tempered Lena’s libido with shame, yet the very thought of Kara being incapable of controlling herself was the very thing that excited Lena’s omega to a fast and breathless pinnacle.

She did not quiet her enjoyment, and she knew the sounds of their love would carry to the coachman who would avoid her eye later. The slick squeeze of her passage was slowly coaxed into a relaxed state by the very fingertips that had blessed it with such affection, and Lena watched as her mate tasted the fruits of her labor.

The pucker of Kara’s lips around her fingers was alluring to Lena, and she gasped as Kara pulled free a handkerchief to soak up the slick that remained between the tender parting of her cunt.

“I insist upon carrying your perfume with me,” Kara rumbled, as if a token would keep the rut fever at bay.

“You may not have need of it,” Lena intoned and breathed in her own impassioned fragrance that foretold all of the pleasures of mating.

Her redolent scent would diffuse amongst the guests and inspire them to talk, but Lena was accustomed by now to how others responded to her attraction to Kara. She returned the straps of her gown to her shoulders and restored herself to a state of dress more suitable for public decency. The carriage pulled to a stop and Kara exited first, then gave her hand for Lena to descend the steps.

A servant appeared to escort them inside and other carriages began to arrive, bringing all of the well established alphas in the town to Henshaw’s party.

Henshaw had acquired a large and vacant estate and filled it with grand furnishings. Lena gaped at the tapestries and the ornate tables, the flowers that seemed out of place in the home of a bachelor, and the prevalence of musical instruments in each room. She paused to admire the romantic artwork, portraits of ladies dressed in finery and the revelries of gods on every wall. It must have revealed much about the state of her mind when she lingered beside a painting of an amorous omega, wearing nothing but a blush on her skin.

“I see that you have found my beloved—my favorite portrait of them all,” Henshaw remarked, striding out from another room with a chalice of wine. “She is the only one I need by my side, though as you can see there is a fair bit of competition for my attentions.”

Lena dropped back from the painting to admire the others. Her face burned from the encounter, and she peered around in search of Clark, who was fast to come to her side. Henshaw’s eyes drifted to Clark, sweeping down over him with interest and warmth.

“You have a remarkable collection,” Clark uttered in admiration, his stride taking him in between Henshaw and Lena to cover her omega’s bashful, though alluring state. “I can hardly fault my wife for finding it so captivating when it demands we gaze upon it.”

To anyone who noticed their interaction, it appeared that Clark was interested in getting a better look at the vibrant portrayal of a god enacting his wrath. The graphic depiction of power was in direct juxtaposition of the softer, sensual strokes that showcased omegas that stood in awe of the celestial glory.

Lena was not as readily fooled by her mate’s ardent attention to the fine details. She would thank Kara privately later in the evening for granting her a brief reprieve to better compose herself.


Clark’s unfurling rut musk not only eclipsed Lena’s intimate perfume, but turned many heads, and he remained steadfast and unapologetic about it.

“I have respect for the men that are able to bring life to a canvas. My talents are not nearly as creative,” Clark confided with a lingering look at the straining muscles that seemed so life-like. “Do you paint, Hank? Or are you better suited to be a patron like myself?”

“I am a gentle curator,” Henshaw imparted with a fond glance over his gallery. “Like you, I prefer to show my appreciation for the arts, rather than devote my time to the frivolities of producing it myself. It is a fine amusement for the weaker sexes.  Who else would be a painter but a beta who has stood in awe of an alpha before? Or an omega, who knows what it is to create with the fertile seed of her alpha and her very flesh?”

Lena stepped around her husband to glare at Henshaw for his implications and only moved back again when Kara glanced down at her.

“Speaking of such creations of the flesh, I must congratulate you both again,” Henshaw transitioned, leading them both toward another parlor with an air that they should follow. “Please, have a look around in here and my servants will summon you both shortly for dinner.”

Lena preferred the cool darkness of the parlor—–all of its polished wood and the soft couches where she might sit and rest her sore feet.

Kara peered at the provocative paintings that lined the walls with the interest of an alpha whose mind was preoccupied with natural beauty.

“I believe you may be the only omega that sees the inside of this particular parlor,” Kara muttered, her gaze directing Lena’s to an omega bent before the silhouette of an alpha.

Behind them, another picture hung with the same tone of sexual submission, and the voluptuous shape of an omega’s breasts which were barely concealed by the hand of a shirtless alpha. They both stared at the omega’s doe-like expression and the position of her spread knees.

These were portraits never to be shown in polite company, and Kara turned with a glance at her pocket watch. “I assume dinner will not commence until everyone has arrived. We may be here a while. Best you get comfortable.”

The innocuous statement almost disappointed Lena when Kara situated herself on one of the couches. The subtle, though arrogant way her alpha claimed the middle seat gave her the impression she ought to sit somewhere else, until she noticed how Kara patted her lap with a clear instruction as to where she should be seated.

Lena no sooner sank onto her mate’s knee than Kara raised her skirts up high and sat her facing forward. Without catching Lena’s notice, Kara must have undone the cinching on her trousers. The thick layer underneath was a feeble barrier in the way of Kara’s formidable erection. Kara rested both hands upon Lena’s hips and moved her just so, placing her cunt in the most susceptible position. Her impeccable, smooth inner lips were drenched in arousal that soaked through to Kara’s cock as she did what was needed of her by rubbing on it.

“I would have waited until we could be alone in the privacy of our own home, but I must have your cunt now, Lena,” Kara divulged quietly and shifted to slide down the restrictive garments that concealed the extraordinarily swollen jut of her cock.

Without Lena’s soothing touch, Kara’s member had grown significantly during her rut, and the constant state of arousal rendered the alpha twice as sensitive. Lena might have been more delicate in her handling of Kara if they weren’t so acutely aware of how someone might end their peace at any moment. She gave them no time to appreciate their intimate reunion after their short spell of celibacy, and bore down on the rounded, heated glans with impatient carnality.

The initial breach pulled a groan out of her mate so deep and satisfied that Lena expected a fountain of seed to follow.

“You best stay quiet, lest you want half the town to witness how salaciously compliant I am to my alpha’s whims,” Lena whispered, failing in part to stifle her own moan at Kara’s firm insistence on her hips, which brought her down all the way with a rough tug.

“If you had not denied me, then we would not need to sneak such affections,” Kara grunted, her tone not nearly as harsh as her excited breaths which ghosted Lena’s neck.

“This is the only occasion I will take full responsibility for the sorry state you find yourself in,” Lena bragged, using the barest of undulations to stimulate them both.

She rocked imperceptibly on Kara’s lap, taking it slow not to tease but to keep Kara fully sheathed in the private warmth of her cunt.

“You fare no better—I feel how you tremble inside with the need for me to rut you,” Kara chose that second to thrust into Lena’s cunt whilst holding her arms steady for the penetration that threatened to unseat her at any moment.

The crinkled ringlets of her hair swung down from her shoulders, freed from their pins by Kara’s restless buck. Lena beseeched her mate to make use of her with soft whines that resulted in Kara filling her with much more vigor.

Their carnal reconciliation was confirmed in the harder striking of Kara’s thighs against her bottom and Lena’s receptive internal stretching. Her pale cunt opened for the grand girth that entered her indelicately and slid outward glistening in the evidence of her desire.

“I have been wicked to you, haven’t I?” Lena whispered with a seductive honey to her voice. “You had best take a firm hand, Kara. Reprimand my cunt, so that all can be forgiven and you can make love to me.”

They were reckless after long days of denial, and Lena recognized that Kara was shaking from need of release.

Had she not been so heavily with pups, she would have slid off Kara’s lap and kneeled on the floor in front of the fireplace. In lieu of giving so provocative a gesture, she brought Kara’s hands up to her breasts and moved in back and forth undulations.

To be wrapped in Lena’s slick heat brought Kara’s possessive tendencies to the forefront of their rutting. She was rough in her touches, palming at Lena’s tender breasts with an almost punishing grip so that her fingertips would leave imprints on her skin — blushing little reminders that every inch of Lena belonged to her in one way or another.

“Even if we find ourselves in the midst of a disagreement, you will never withhold your cunt from me again.” Kara’s gruff demand should have infuriated Lena’s sensibilities, yet it began a strong and internal squeezing. They both gasped from the sensation, Kara’s thighs faltering mid thrust as they quaked under the weight of Lena’s building pleasure.

“I may withhold it now to teach you a lesson,” Lena breathlessly warned, not at all ready to sacrifice her own enjoyment to stall Kara’s pleasure.

Her traitorous omega relented so readily to the thought of her alpha staking claim with her seed that she couldn’t disguise the wet clamp of her walls as any sensation other than bliss. To be held so resolutely in powerful arms with the rapid charge of Kara’s thighs spearing her with a tremendous shaft was more than exhilarating, and her protest was purely to encourage it.

“We are at our best as mates when I frequently breed you and I know how you’ve longed for our coupling,” Kara insisted, her alpha seeking to prove that with deeper, forceful lunges.

That battering of her cunt would be felt for the rest of the dinner, and Kara spared her no reprieves by shoving her hand beneath the many frills of Lena’s dress to frantically caress her.

Kara kissed at the side of her face, cheek and neck as she convulsed inside and whimpered at her own ravished contortions. Her whole sense of propriety forgotten, Lena moaned at the grandiose finish and at Kara’s continued mutterings.

“We do not always talk to one another as we should, but my love speaks for itself when I have you amorously. From now until you birth our pups, you will allow me to show you my true feelings just like this.”

Lena nodded at the instruction, her head heavy and her lips parted to intake more breath rather than speak. She recovered very little before Kara resumed her thrusts, but her inner tension slackened off and her cunt accepted all of her mate’s enlarged shaft from the mention of love.

“Tell me you love me again, and I will satisfy you in every way. I will open my legs so often that I shall never be without your seed inside of me—”

“Lena,” Kara groaned, cutting off Lena’s thrilling declarations while her thrusts became jerky and lost some of their finesse. Whether from the sweet promises Lena uttered or their gloriously snug fit of her cunt, Kara succumbed to her desires and secured her arm about Lena’s waist to hold her steady for the final plunge of her shaft.

Thick spurts of seed traveled through Kara’s cock, the throb of which seemed never ending as she buried her nose into the delicate ringlets of Lena’s hair to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. She huffed at Lena’s scent, nosing into her jaw to deliver the softest of kisses across her cheek.

“I love you,” Kara whispered and continued to pet between Lena’s glossy thighs, spreading out her lips to tend the ache of her clitoris with two fingertips.

“Should you honor me with a show of discretion during this party, I will favor you tonight as I did before you were with pups,” Kara vowed, of sound mind in spite of how reluctant she was to extract herself from Lena’s chasm.

The proposition of being taken most vigorously appealed to Lena due to how fragile her alpha had been handling her lately. Though heavy and swollen with child, her hormonal state begged for a prolonged and vigorous bedding that she had not been granted in months.

Neither of them acknowledged the threat of someone finding them in such a sordid entanglement, but the prospect that it might happen cinched Lena’s cunt tighter around Kara’s girth, as though pleading for a knot she could not afford to take in Henshaw’s parlor.

Their sensibilities returned to them after Kara held her for a while, cossetting her and whispering sweet promises in her ear. She whimpered as the last deposits of her mate’s seed began to slip down Kara’s shaft at its slow withdrawal. Kara pressed a kiss to her hair and lifted her back onto her feet.

“We must return to the party now,” Kara muttered and made haste to restore her clothes to order.

Lena re-pinned her hair and hid her shimmering wet thighs beneath her skirt. Her skin was still dusted in a rosy pink blush and she trembled at the pheromones that surrounded her. Kara reeked of dominance and ironclad strength, and for that reason alone, Lena felt subdued as she joined arms with her mate and entered the dining room where the rest of Henshaw’s guests gathered.

Among the most powerful alphas and their wives who had become friends, Lena kept her head down. She let Kara pull out her seat and studied the embroidered napkin that she lifted straight away to place in her lap.

“Clark, I was beginning to think you had gone home,” Mr. Lord commented with a cough that revealed that he knew much more of what had preoccupied his friend.

For the sake of reputation and appearances, no one would mention the particulars of their knowledge, but Lena sensed how the alphas idolized Clark for the scents in the air. Lena raised her chin to peer at the other guests and realized that they were all well aware of her private deeds.

“Your company would have been missed,” Mr. Edge chimed in and placed his arms at his sides as a servant stepped up to dish out potatoes upon his plate.

“I must confess I found myself taken with the paintings in Hank’s parlor and my wife certainly appreciated the chance to rest her feet,” Clark stated without any hindrance of shame or even an apology for their near tardiness.

To be so bold in a lie was not what caused the brighter hue of Lena’s cheeks. The fault lay with the hand that landed on her knee beneath the tablecloth out of sight. The possessive weight of Clark’s palm was somewhat gentler than expected though no less of an aphrodisiac to Lena’s omega. She dared not glance at her husband and spread her legs in silent want for what she could not have.

“Oh, she needn’t feel embarrassed. My ankles ached so fiercely during the last stages of carrying my pup. Simply pouring a cup of tea left me breathless,” Samantha recalled with a fond and compassionate smile that widened as Morgan turned to clasp her by the chin, his gaze boring into Samantha’s with pride.

“Don’t be fooled by her tales, Hank. She was just as stubborn as every omega near to her birthing, resistant to the last few weeks to lie in,” Morgan reflected, the usual arrogance of his tone lacking for once.

Lena’s condition appeared to bring out the best of them, and for a brief moment, every alpha who had been fortunate to sire a pup or two spoke kindly of their wives. Hank seemed content to listen to their stories, sharing in on their laughter until everyone at the table had finally been served.

The conversation paused naturally out of respect when Hank raised a glass to toast them. “It is an honor to welcome you all to my home tonight. There are few joys I consider greater than hosting a dinner party and I look forward to doing this often to get better acquainted in the coming weeks. For a long time, I’ve been searching for a place to settle. I believe there is much I can contribute to your town, and in return I’m certain you will all enrich my life in untold ways. To new bonds and beginnings.”

At the execution of his speech, Henshaw drank and eyed Clark from behind the rim of his wine chalice. Lena sensed Henshaw’s attention was diverted to her mate at times throughout the meal, in keeping with where her own focus was centered.

Clark’s pheromones engulfed them all to where it seemed no other alphas sat in the same room. Lena ate in distraction, her limpid eyes on Kara’s mouth and her lashes heavy just from observing her alpha doing the most mundane of things. She smiled in a trance of soft feelings and fantasized about their return home later in the evening.

“You seem so smitten with each other,” Henshaw uttered through a grin that formed more in the lines of his face than on his lips. “I almost took a wife once, but I have always put affairs of state before the affairs of the heart. I envy a man who can manage both.”

“There is no secret that each requires a firm hand to keep things in order.” Clark intoned, to the great mirth of the other alpha’s who all nodded along in agreement. He gazed upon Lena and gripped her by the chin to tip her eyes up to his in a demonstration of control. They spoke without a single utterance, the display all for show.

Clark’s pheromones refused to waver in their strength as he directed his eyes to Henshaw. “I did not foresee myself taking a wife, either. My hands were full with business in town, yet when an opportunity arose to spare such a remarkable beauty, I of course seized the moment.”

The forthright way Clark informed Henshaw of how they came to be married held no hint of romance. The bitter truth was unfortunate for many an omega, though it was clear that Clark shared this information so that Henshaw heard it from his mouth and not as a rumor of how deviant Lena’s behavior had been before taking a mate.

“It would be a condemnable act to destroy so fine a creature,” Henshaw remarked kindly and sat back in his chair as his servants poured him more ale and filled up his plate with shank of lamb. “Your love story is a favorite among the omegas of my province in the south. Seeing you together now, I can understand how events came to pass.”

Lena smoothed the ruffles of her dress to avoid coming off as disingenuous as she spoke to the magistrate. “It is fortunate that Clark reformed me when he did. I certainly have been known to make it difficult.”

“If not impossible,” Mr. Lord laughed at her expense, but his laughter was of playfulness instead of ridicule, and the others at the table laughed along with him.

“Our Lena can be stubborn, but she softens in the presence of her mate,” Samantha interjected meekly and reached over to clasp Lena’s hand.

“As I have seen with my own eyes,” Henshaw affirmed and casually draped his arm over his chair to observe Clark. “She is most devoted to you, and who wouldn’t be? You’re a rather influential man, capable of accomplishing any ambition, aren’t you?”

“With enough time, dedication and self-discipline, I certainly believe so,” Clark answered with an arrogant lift of his chin that dared anyone at the table to disagree.

The confidence in those steely eyes could intimidate the best of men and allure the prettiest of omegas. Lena had witnessed it happen on several occasions, and though it stirred the strangest envy within her heart, she knew without doubt that Kara would never entertain the thought of another.

“Clark’s not the kind of alpha to do anything by halves. Once he sets his sights on something he does not rest until it’s done,” Mr. Baker informed Henshaw from behind a napkin which he used to dab at the corner of his mouth.

“The very fact that Lena carries two pups is testament to that,” Eve teased with a modicum of jealousy lacing her words. She stared at Lena's belly like it was a marvel to her how anyone so delicate could have several at a time.

Once again at the center of attention, albeit under far better circumstances than the last, Lena bowed her head bashfully at the soft coos of the omegas as Clark settled a hand over her swollen middle.

“I cannot take all the credit. It is my wife who honors me with the gift of children.” The slightest growl caught in the back of Clark’s throat, born of pride and desires that spoke of how intimately he wished to glorify Lena by giving her many more pups.

“I must say I look forward to the arrival of your children as much as I do the autumn festival and the winter hunt.” Samantha fawned over the little ones already, and as the servants removed their plates and brought the desserts, she took her turn to feel Lena’s stomach and the kick of small feet.

After all of the courses had been served, consumed and graciously complimented, Henshaw’s staff entertained the guests with musical performances, and they finished out the evening by separating into groups – the omegas in one parlor and the alphas in another, conversing on much different subjects.

By the end of the night, Lena heard the news of all she missed in town during the summer months and departed from Henshaw’s home with the sense that she and Kara had inspired even more talk among their friends.

Her blood ran hot when remembering Kara’s promises, but the scent and chill of autumn was in the air when they went out to their carriage, and Lena fell asleep as she cuddled next to her mate for warmth. She slept on Kara’s shoulder even as the wheels rolled over the rocks and bumps in the road, and she did not awaken until long after Kara settled her down in their bed.

She awoke to the bright flicker of a candle and the soft scratch of ink dragging across paper. The subtle scent of leather mingled with the potent aroma of Kara’s rut pheromones and Lena knew before her bleary eyes found her mate that the alpha sat at her desk with her ledgers.


There were precious few moments where Lena managed to glimpse her mate unguarded, and she stole the opportunity now by shifting only her eyes so as not to alert Kara.

In the softly glowing light, wearing only a shirt with her hair loose and tussled, Kara was every bit the handsome vision of Lena’s dreams. The usual worry that furrowed Kara’s brow and the tension that kept her back straight seemed to have slackened in the privacy of her bedroom. Without the eyes of others upon her, Kara still exuded remarkable strength. The natural broadness of her shoulders and the cut of her jaw enticed Lena forward, and she regretted her impulse to be nearer when the creak of the bed snapped Kara into a rigid pose.

“I don’t recall you fulfilling any of the promises you made me, and yet here I am, undressed and beneath the sheets without any of the satisfaction to accompany it,” Lena lilted in flirtation to gauge the temperament of her mate.

They were in good spirits upon their departure, though she hoped her untimely nap had not disappointed the alpha.

“Ah, but I could not bring myself to rouse you when we returned,” Kara insisted, her good humor still intact as she shifted to peer at Lena with a slow forming smile. She set aside her quill and pot of ink with practiced care born of habit and strode toward the bed to meet Lena’s expectant face.

“You slumbered so sweetly in the carriage that I thought it best I bring you straight to bed. I have not left your side since.”

It would have driven any alpha to distraction to suffer a rut while sitting only a few feet away from the means to soothe it, and yet Kara had managed to keep both her wits and her sensibilities about herself. Her erection stiffly strained beneath the fabric of her pants, and though she chose to ignore it, Lena certainly would not do the same.

She unfastened the buttons on the front of Kara’s trousers and pulled them down to glance upon the erection unhindered. The rim was inflamed from rut and hot seed splashed down her fingers just from grasping it in her palms and massaging once along the shaft. The thick sloshes continued to come as Lena stroked harder, making Kara groan from her pleasurable touch.

“You saved all of this for me, didn’t you?” Lena whispered with chiding joy and covered herself in Kara’s most intimate essence. The pearly slush ran down her naked stomach and she rubbed it into her cunt and clitoris with satisfaction.

“It seemed only fair considering how you behaved at dinner,” Kara uttered with visible effort to keep her voice from quivering or a moan from passing her lips.

Lena tightened her hold on the heated base of Kara’s cock and coaxed the knot-sensitive bulge into rising. She pulled at the length, handling the tip with thorough caressing and stroking her thumb over the expulsions of seed.

“Oh, this is not just my reward,” Lena insisted and canted her head to inspect the extended veins down Kara’s cock and the excessive virile silk that marked her. “You’ve needed me to be the one to take care of you.”

Kara narrowed her eyes, both in pleasure and in consideration. She must have thought better than to deny the claim when Lena tightened her fingers beneath the engorged tip and coaxed another release across her knuckles.

“I fear I may regret encouraging your boastful nature, but I crave you like nothing else. My self restraint cannot contend with my desire to have you.”

The words passed Kara’s lips in a breathy moan, and her fingers combed into the dark tresses of Lena’s hair to grip near the scalp. There was no roughness in the move to bring their lips together, only passion that cascaded out of the alpha in a gruff and demanding growl. She used her teeth and tongue to subdue Lena’s omega, controlling the dalliance of their lips with light nips to assert herself completely.

To be left breathless and wanting was not new to Lena, and yet her heart and cunt fluttered in tandem at the powerful hands making demands of her. Kara turned her around and stepped up closer.

No longer seated on the bed, Lena was positioned with only her forearms on the mattress and Kara’s hand swung from behind with a sharp and resounding smack against her backside. This was not punishment, and the strike was aimed merely to sting in a titillating manner.

Lena gasped at the sensation, her cunt showing appreciation in the form of a spasm that told how she welcomed this side of her mate. Kara had tended to her with the utmost care since she began to show she was with pups, and while Lena enjoyed the pampering, she had missed the heated way they often came together to resolve their differences in the bedroom.

“I do enjoy seeing how prettily you glow by my palm,” Kara confessed, admiring the powdery rouge of Lena’s cheek before squeezing.

Possessive pheromones fell over Lena, and she choked on a moan when Kara saw fit to push into her like an alpha unafraid to take what was rightfully hers. Seed filled up her canal from the very first thrust and Lena curled her fingers around the quilt in front of her to brace for Kara to make good on her promise.

“I confess I expected you to do this sooner, to announce you’d had enough of my behavior and that you were going to have me.”  Lena moaned at the submersion of Kara’s cock and her jaw slackened at the internal push of it.

“While I would never force you to lie with me, last night I entertained the notion of reminding you just how quick you are to submit.” The sentiment behind Kara’s admittance ought to have caused some form of indignation, yet the force of the lunges brought only the sweetest sounds from Lena’s lips.

It had become apparent over the months that Lena craved a firm hand in the bedroom. Their opinions outside of their lustful requirements were what caused them bother, and she pleaded with keening whines for Kara to make all right between them with this amorous act.

Whether due to rut or alpha greed, Kara’s powerful thrusts cleaved through Lena’s cinching inner walls at a remarkable pace. The staccato battering of her thighs shook Lena’s frame and her tender breasts swung from the motion. It was less of a mercy when Kara reached around to fondle one, groping at them with outstretched fingers.

Lena experienced the thrill that raced up Kara’s shaft, the hot pulsation forcing more seed into her overflowing canal.

“Oh, I may be quick to submit, but you’re quick to do other things at the moment.” Lena turned her neck to smile and tease with a lifted eyebrow. “You have so much seed to give me. I have little doubt that soon after I’ve brought your pups into this world, you’re going to fill my womb again.”

Kara slipped a hand around her to rest on the swell of her middle. “As I should, and I know you desire that, Lena. Your body covets it even now. Your cunt is wet just from the suggestion.”

Lena moaned as her mate’s hand settled over the small crest between her thighs, holding her through their carnal merging. The destiny lines on Kara’s palm rubbed at the nestled little part of her that needed to be touched. She pushed her hips forward, sliding her sensitive lips through Kara’s fingers.

“And what if I challenge you on another point, are you still going to bend me over and breed me?” Lena whimpered in a raspy voice, her inner tension becoming much more satisfying as Kara’s cock sank deep inside.

The enthralling friction of their movements kept them in perfect harmony, with the subtlest of grunts alluding to Kara’s exertion. She neither stopped nor slowed down, though her breaths were harsh and her lunges more pronounced in her effort to reach Lena’s ear. “Then I shall settle that grievance between your thighs, perhaps in the barn where you wish to conceive our next pups.”

It was wicked to remind Lena of her private and wanton fantasy, and yet they both benefitted from the intensely gratifying ripple of her heated velvet.


The excitement they shared compelled Kara’s hips forward at a rate Lena was no longer accustomed to receiving, and the surge in her pleasure quaked through her limbs. She would have fallen into the bed if not for the strength of Kara’s arms around her, and the heavy grind of her cunt against her mate’s palm coaxed her channel into spasm.

“Perhaps afterwards I will even let you sleep out there,” Lena gasped in mock argument and writhed on Kara’s hand to savor the sweetest feelings.

The gradual expansion of Kara’s shaft prevented them from separating again, and Lena’s cunt gripped in unwillingness to relinquish it. Kara helped her to lie on her side in the bed, and they kissed while breathless and letting the knot take full form. Lena gingerly slipped a curl behind Kara’s ear and stared into the mystic blue of her eyes.

“I spoke in jest. From now on, I wish to sleep in this bed together, as we had discussed before.” Lena traced over her mate’s bottom lip with the pad of her finger and squinted at the reluctance on Kara’s face. “I know it’s custom for an omega with pups to care for them in her own quarters until they’re weaned, but it wouldn’t bother you to have us close, would it?”

The stoicism that concealed the emotion on Kara’s face was not capable of ridding it from her eyes. She stared back at Lena in contemplative silence, her lips pinched and jaw muscles twitching in an effort to hold back whatever thoughts were in her head. The mood they so carefully cultivated between them teetered on this very moment, and Lena implored her mate to speak freely with the lightest caress of her palm against her cheek.

All at once the air within Kara’s lungs released in a heavy sigh and she sagged under the tremendous weight of her feelings. The fragile scent confused Lena for a curious second, until she came to realize it was not her own that perfumed the air and she swallowed the urge to ask about it.

The somber mask of composure on Kara’s features fractured. It started with a tremor at the corner of her lips, the subtle shake of her head to announce that she may be amenable to hosting Lena and the children in her own space for however long Lena might require. Then it transformed to quiver of her throat, her chin jutting out to bypass the emotions trying to surface at a speed that brought discomfort.

“Whatever you wish to say, I will not judge you for it, darling. Your words are safe with me,” Lena whispered, her natural instinct to comfort fortunately welcomed on this rare occasion.

Kara’s face contorted into a grimace. “Each day that you grow closer to the birth, my fears swell along with you. Not for the health of our children, but for the choices I may have to face when they arrive.”

“You hope for them to be alphas like you,” Lena assumed with pinched brows that told of her bewilderment.

“Like me,” Kara uttered, hollow and haunted, in spite of how tenderly she smoothed her palm over the temperamental babes which kicked at Lena’s stomach.

“Yes, or like you,” Kara divulged, humble and honest and not the slightest bit aware of the terror that shined in her eyes when she confided, “But the world is not kind to the mothers who give life and the privilege of property is not granted to alphas such as myself. We have not discussed what may need to be done should we have only omegas, or little girls who will grow to become honorable alphas. I cannot fathom putting our children through what I have endured, and I do not want them to be treated as less than they are in a society that does not value their mother. I did not wish to overwhelm you with all that I feel. I hoped to be stronger than that, but I promised you honesty.”

Lena enveloped her mate in a comforting embrace and rubbed at Kara’s back until she drew breath. She understood from the soft shudders and quiet exhales that these were fears that had long tormented Kara. It surprised her to know that Kara honored her requests and shared this burden of the heart.

“We will educate our children differently, and they will know how to form opinions of their own. They will be strong enough to flourish in the future, regardless of whether they should be alphas, betas, or omegas. In the meantime, we shall continue to be advocates for change and set only the best example.” Lena marked out their path with confidence and with the certitude that they as a couple would influence the laws and traditions before they would ever accept stagnation and lack of progress. She waited for Kara to nod in agreement, and then held her mate closer before whispering softer words. “You have been alone for your entire life because of your secret. It has steeled you and made you stronger, but you have me now. You can tell me of all your troubles, Kara, and I will listen and never judge. Let me hold you and soothe your fears always.”

It was difficult to determine if her pleas would be scoffed at or dismissed, but as Kara pressed closer, Lena felt her mate nod and the tenderest tears of concession upon her shoulder.