Disobedience and Devotion - Chapter 7

On the day of the hunt, Lena rose early and went to the kitchens to oversee the preparations of the delicate finger sandwiches and cakes. Her presence wasn’t so much needed as it was a way to show Kara that she cared and wanted to make the effort to entertain their guests. She lingered around observing the cooks until she felt sick and hurried away just in time to vomit into one of the plant pots kept in her own parlor.
 

It seemed to be an effect of the little tincture Kara bought her to extend her heat. Lena had needed to stop taking it because she experienced so much nausea in the mornings that she decided the ill turn wasn’t worth the pleasure. Much to her frustration, the sickness stayed with her for days, though in the evenings she was well and just as desirous of Kara’s touch as she had been before. It had bonded her to Kara and she no longer slept in her own room at all, because she preferred the alpha’s bed.

“Are you sick again?” Nia asked as she entered the parlor to find Lena still crouched beside the plant. The color must have gone from her face, because Nia reached into an apron pocket and brought out smelling salts to hold under her nose. 

“I’m fine, Nia, just the usual stomach upset,” Lena uttered and ran her hands down the front of her gown, lest she had gotten any bit of sickness on her fine party clothes. 

Her dress for the occasion was royal blue with embroidery over the breast and long sleeves with pretty frills. She had pinned a few of her dark curls, but the rest were left to tumble free, right in range when she fell into her next bout of vomiting. Fortunately Nia swept back her hair and then Kara came into the parlor. The alpha’s scent was better than the salts for calming her nausea.

“I see your sickness has yet to pass,” Kara intoned, the heavy frown of her brow enough to show concern. She strode over to take Nia’s place with a careful, steady hand, and twirled Lena’s curls out of the way as she instructed, “Fetch some water and a tonic to settle her stomach.”
 

Nia hovered by the alpha’s side, her gentle eyes darting between them. Lena thought she looked ready to say something, but Kara hurried her along with a rumble, “Quick now, before the guests arrive.”

The girl scurried off without a word and Lena sagged into Kara’s strong arms to inhale the rich aroma of her scent. “If I should ever request that tincture to extend my heat again, I trust that you’ll remind me of this prolonged illness.”

 

Kara didn’t express her worry in the same way Lena may have, and opted instead for huffing out a breath before muttering, “I won’t have you stay here alone while feeling so poorly.”

 

Lena knew what that meant without the alpha elaborating, and clutched Kara’s forearm to squeeze in reassurance. “Hush now, I’m fine, and you mustn’t miss the hunt or there would be talk as to why. None of the others would think twice of staying behind over such insignificance.”
 

Alphas often considered such things trivial when it came to their mates, and Lena experienced a surge of gratitude that Kara wasn’t the kind to ignore her ailments. She straightened after a moment to ease the palpable worry that came off of her alpha, and Kara wiped at her mouth with a fine handkerchief.

She could see distress in the way Kara’s lips pressed into thin white lines, and wondered how her alpha managed all these years without anyone seeing the sensitive soul that resided under the façade of Clark. Even she had been fool to the persona, but now that she knew Kara for who she was, she glimpsed the real alpha between the cracks before her stoic mask solidified in place.

 

“I believe Mr. and Mrs. Khan have arrived, and there are a few others approaching,” Nia informed them in a rush, handing over the small vial first and then the tall glass of water.

Lena glugged the liquid in one gulp and washed it over with sips of water. The taste was worse than the acidic bile, though she kept that to herself as Kara observed her silently.
 

Even more nauseating was the thought that Mr. Khan would be accompanying Kara on the hunting trip, and no doubt many more alphas that despised Lena for her outspokenness. 

She had little notion of just how much Kara’s absence would affect her, and yet she soon learned as Kara went out to greet their guests. Lena’s scent was pitiable, desperate for her alpha – and as everyone filled their front hall, she could smell the stench of the other alphas who reeked of praise and respect for Kara.

Among the hunting party was Michael Matthews, Maxwell Lord, Phil Baker, Morgan Edge, John Corben, James Olsen and several others Lena knew too well. She noticed the intrigue in their eyes at once, and how much they all admired Clark for his ability to bring Lena to heel. Their wives were quiet and lined up behind them, all in pretty gowns fitting omegas of their status. 

“We have just the right weather for a hunt,” Phil Baker cheerfully remarked and gripped the front of his riding coat that seemed to be a bit snug on him. “Clark, where shall we begin today?” 

“I have high hopes for the forest to the west of our town. The deer have been roaming through the thicket at night.” Clark intoned, fastening his jacket with quick fingers. He looked smart in his hunting attire, exuding strong and confident energy that held everyone’s attention.

Lena noticed the other omegas taking in the dapper coat and the clean shaven jaw of her alpha, and bristled with a petty jut of her chin. She knew better than to cause a scene, and tucked herself behind Kara to lightly stroke her fingers over the jacket, seeking comfort in the musk of her scent. She tried to pull as much of it as possible into her lungs before she was left alone.
 

Perhaps her pathetic scent alerted Kara to her desperation, because she pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket and lightly pressed it to her own throat for a second as the alphas all agreed on how to proceed with their hunt.
 

Kara passed the fabric discreetly to Lena so she had a token of her scent to appease her senses, and Lena clutched it so fiercely she worried she would tear it in two. She missed the conversations that went on around her, so wrapped up in her own panic that by the time she snapped out of it, the alphas were ready to leave.

“Nia, please escort our guests to the parlor,” Clark asserted with a sweep of his hand, then turned to Lena to murmur privately, “We’ll return before dusk. If you require anything at all, Nia will be by your side at all times.”

Kara may not have said it, but Lena could tell by the hopeful spark in her eyes that she hoped she would enjoy the company of the other omegas. It baffled her, just a tad, that the alpha wished her to have friends, and so she smiled if only to placate her husband.
 

“Be safe on your hunt.” Lena whispered, fearful to say more, lest the other alphas hear her, but Kara nodded all the same, and then turned to bellow for Winn to hurry up. Evidently he would be joining them, and the house would be left to Nia’s care.
 

“This way, M’lady, we can’t have your guests waiting,” Nia murmured, and took her by the arm to guide her down to the large parlor where the tables were filled with pots of tea and all the delights of the kitchen. The change of scent was what hit her first, even as her eyes traveled over all of the omegas sitting primly in chairs. Their perfume was delicate and sweet, like flowers in a meadow, without an ounce of hostility or aggression.


They all looked to her in silence, wide eyed and curious, and Nia cleared her throat and gave Lena the gentlest push to send her forward a step. She was the lady of the house, and with Clark gone, Lena realized they were expecting her to take the lead. 

How odd to be thrust into a position of power when, for the majority of her life, she had been reminded she held none.
 

“Good morning, ladies,” Lena uttered, her smile tentative as she slipped into a chair and signaled for Nia to do the same. “Please, help yourselves. There’s plenty more in the kitchen.”

For a precarious second, nobody moved, and Lena held her breath as she waited for their scrutiny. It never came, and then someone laughed, and suddenly Mr. Edge’s wife was reaching out to take her hand and squeezing it with affection.
 

“I remember my first luncheon. I imagined it would be dreadful.” She explained with a kind smile that Lena found heartening. “I fretted for days, and when it arrived I was stiff as a board and fearful of my own tongue. Our husbands may be inclined to play politics and are swift to keep us in line, but we’re not so fast in the company of each other. Are we?” She asked the others, who all let out a laugh.

Much to Lena’s surprise, some loosened their dresses and others toed off their shoes to get comfortable. She must have looked a sight, because the woman gave her hand a gentle pat and then informed her, “I’m Samantha, but everyone here calls me Sam when the alphas are away.”

One by one they all introduced themselves, and Lena gaped at Nia, who seemed to be enjoying her reaction. The grin she wore was barely hidden behind the porcelain tea cup she held.

“I know your names – I know all of your names,” Lena intimated with a soft squint at the curious gathering of ladies, who all appeared relaxed and friendly without their mates at their sides. “I’ve just never been able to address you formally, on account of my being a public nuisance.”

She recognized Lucy, Mr. Olsen’s wife, from a circle of young ladies that her mother forced her to join before she became a social outcast.


Mr. Baker’s wife, Jess, often held parties at their home, a few of which Lena had attended prior to her escape into the forest. A few of the others came from families whose history entwined with the Luthor’s, including Andrea Khan and Siobhan Corben. 

“We don’t consider you a nuisance.” The omega who spoke was the only one Lena had never met, and she introduced herself with a small curtsy. “Imra Matthews. My husband is Michael.”

Lena wanted to pose a great number of questions to them all, but her nausea returned and she scarcely had the time to spin away before she dry heaved. 

Humiliation came over her and her face might have burnt from it, if not for how pale and faint she was from sickness. She reached for Kara’s handkerchief and pressed it over her nose to inhale her alpha’s scent. The relief it caused was positively instantaneous, and she folded the soft fabric carefully as she avoided their concerned eyes. 

“Forgive me, I’ve been under the weather the past few mornings.” Lena lilted by way of explanation. She sensed a curiosity rising in the atmosphere and tried to dash it with a wave of her hand. “Please, eat, I find myself peckish, so there’s no need to be shy.”

She picked up a saucer and added a scone, along with a few finger sandwiches, but avoided the little custard tarts because the texture left her gagging lately. Lena nibbled on the dainty sandwiches until hunger overtook her and she ate a few more without thinking, then washed them over with tea.
 

“And are you often only sick in the morning, or do you feel ill in the evenings, as well?” Eve Lord asked her with a suspicious narrowing of her eyes.
 

“Oh, it’s nothing, and I’m certain it will pass soon,” Lena supplied with a small, dismissive wave of her hand. “I believe I ate something that disagreed with me earlier.”

The last thing she wanted was to send the women running with fear of contracting some terrible illness. Kara would be awfully disappointed and their husbands would likely never let them interact with her again. Lena most certainly couldn’t tell them that she had taken a tincture to prolong her heat.
 

Andrea shared a look with Eve, and then raised a plate of oatcakes and pâté spread towards Lena. Just the smell alone made her gag and she covered her mouth as she shook her head, ”No, no I’m quite happy with my scone, thank you.”

Nia placed a comforting hand on her arm, and Lena released a slow breath and managed a smile. “It seems despite all the times I’ve been the center of attention for causing a ruckus, I’m unaccustomed to being a host.”
 

“You needn’t worry about entertaining us. We use these events as an excuse for mischief, and we hope you’ll join in,” Sam remarked with a scrunch of her nose and smiled at the group.

“Mischief?” Lena questioned, her gaze darting over the smirks and grins on the omegas’ faces. “And here I was worried I’d have to be on my best behavior all afternoon.”

“Hardly,” Jess laughed, her hand stilling in the air with her pinky up as she barely avoided spilling tea. “Who else can we complain about our husbands to, if not each other?”

 

“What sort of complaints do you make?” Lena asked, although she knew firsthand enough reasons for any omega to find fault with an alpha. 

Eve pulled two little vials from her pocket, one that contained a red liquid that reminded Lena of a cordial. “This is a gift we give all new wives,” She explained and passed it into Lena’s hands. 

“I put a few drops of this into my husband’s ale every night,” Sam admitted and selected an iced cake from the plate in front of her. “It knocks him out. It’s very useful when he’s in rut.”  
 

Lena inhaled a sip of tea and Nia was kind enough to take the cup from her when she sputtered and gasped. Startled laughter died on her lips as she pressed her fingers to her mouth and stared at the women she clearly had misjudged as timid little things who were unable to fend for themselves. It was a strange moment, whereby she felt her own bias challenged. In a way, she was hardly different to the alphas with all their assumptions regarding omegas, and Lena blinked in surprise when that occurred to her.
 

“I was every bit as shocked as you were when I was welcomed into the fold.” Lucy supplied with a smile, and several others laughed in agreement. “We look out for one another, Lena. We may not hold social status or autonomy, but we possess far more cunning than our husbands would be inclined to acknowledge.”

Lena’s eyes widened as she turned in question to glance at Nia, who still looked amused. She had the mind to pull the girl aside and demand how long she had been privy to this knowledge about the other omegas in town.

 

 “The alphas live under a great lie,” Jess intoned with a sigh. “How meek we are in their eyes.”

 

“It serves them to perceive us that way,” Sam insisted as she lifted a scone and spooned jam and cream upon it. “And their egos serve us in return by allowing us the benefit of the doubt, because we’re simply too helpless to ever be a threat to them.”
 

“I’d rather be clever than strong. Muscles weaken over time, but the mind? Why, it stays as sharp as a blade,” Andrea murmured with a private smile that drew attention from the group. She seemed to realize belatedly that she had implied too much and attempted to wave it away with the back of her hand.

 

 “Do I detect a hint of bitterness in your tone, Andrea?” Sam asked with a sly smile.

Lena found herself leaning forward in her seat, her eyes fixed on her old friend, who seemed hell bent on avoiding scrutiny by picking apart the pastry of a jam tart.

 “I’ve been unable to purchase the remedy you suggested last we met, as my husband is a fool and is under the impression that I would jeopardize myself in pursuit of an affair if I left the house without him,” Andrea fumed under her breath. “Little does he know I merely want to venture into town to fetch a cure for him from the Apothecary.”

“Is he ill?” Lena asked with a confused crinkle of her brow, and Eve immediately exhaled, “You could say he’s gone downhill for months,” then roared with laughter until Andrea pinched her quite sorely on the arm.

 “The last time he went into a rut was so long ago I’ve forgotten what it feels like,” Andrea confessed, her cheeks brightening as she revealed her secret. “My own heat fails to make him rise to the occasion and he grows more furious with each passing day.”

Sam reached out to offer comfort and Jess fetched Andrea a cup of tea to help wash away the shame she felt. It was a strange scent on the omega, and Lena pinched her brows together upon detecting it. 

“Perhaps I can have a word with Clark to invite his sister round for dinner,” Lena suggested. “I’m sure I can persuade her to drop off a tonic to your home, so your husband would be none the wiser.”
 

Andrea appeared stunned, and faltered as she glanced around the group for guidance. “You mustn’t tell Clark what it’s about. If my husband found out I’d told anyone of his problem—”

“I won’t breathe a word of it to my husband,” Lena assured them, confident in the fact that she wasn’t telling a lie because Kara was not a man. “We must look after each other.” She repeated firmly, unsure why she felt the need to prove herself by getting involved in the matter, but it seemed to secure her place in the group as everyone smiled her way.
 

“Morgan likes to think of himself as an alpha first and a man second,” Sam confided, moving the conversation along, so as not to leave Andrea as the only one feeling exposed. “He’s quick to anger and heavy handed in our mating to assert himself, yet he craves affection whenever he’s finished.”

Sam waited until everyone was staring at her before disclosing in a hush, “My husband likes to be held against my breast while I stroke his hair, and becomes huffy and insecure if I do not kiss him.”

“He doesn’t,” Eve whispered, and Jess put out a hand to contain her before she fell off her chair in excitement.

“He does,” Sam grinned, her eyes flicking to Lena before she continued. “I wouldn’t dare go more than a few days. You know how fragile and unpredictable an alpha’s ego can be.”
 

“I’d quite like to be kissed after mating. I may prefer it, truth be told.” Imra lamented, and the group fell silent to let her speak of her grievances. “Michael has the unfortunate tendency to finish almost as soon as he starts, and then I must lay there and wait as he falls asleep. I hear him boast often of his size, but between us, should I move once he’s done, he slips right out. I’ve found bigger knots in my needlework.”

Lena slapped her hand across her mouth to keep her mirth at bay, and witnessed the others do the same. She may never be able to look at any of the alphas again without hearing the voices of their wives ringing in her ears. No wonder they were all so ghastly in town, they all had failings they wished to erase with their image.

“Maxwell certainly has the stamina, but his performance often feels like it’s for himself,” Eve explained without any hint of shame as she sipped her tea. “Perhaps it’s wrong, but I don’t mind. I’m far better equipped for relieving my own itches than he is, and I often do once he’s exhausted himself. On the nights I’d prefer to be alone, I just add a drop of sleeping tonic to his drink and take care of my own needs.”
 

A soft murmur of agreement went through the group until Jess spoke up. “There will be a day when you wish your alpha was still half the man he used to be, and you’ll rue all those times you used that little sleeping tonic.”
 

“Are we to believe Mr. Baker is underperforming his husbandly duties?” Siobhan questioned with a raise of her brows. She steepled her fingers as if privately delighted and tried not to smirk as Jess slumped in her chair.
 

“You know fine well that he is,” Jess noted, then caught Lena watching her with interest. “Nothing burns quite like the humiliation of your alpha falling asleep while you’re beneath him in heat. The only thing stiff was his joints.”
 

Those remarks earned a chuckle from the women and brought a dim smile to Lena’s lips — not because she liked to hear the sufferings of another omega, but because it amused her to know the shortcomings of every alpha she hated. 

 

“And how are you faring in your marriage, Lena?” Eve asked in a soft, melodic voice of concern.
 

Lena lifted the handkerchief with Kara’s scent on it and then raised her teacup as she made an honest announcement. “The reason I’m unwell today is because I took a tincture to prolong my heat. The gossip your men speak about me is true. I confess I like my alpha, and most of all when we are in bed together.”
 

“We had high hopes that Clark Danvers would be a talented lover,” Sam confided, and all of the omegas appeared to be much more attentive now that Clark was the topic of discussion. 

“It might be inappropriate to say as much, but we’ve all fantasized about your alpha,” Andrea divulged with a wistful sigh and then patted at her neck with a handkerchief of her own. “Please, share as many details as you like. Our lives are wretched and I, for one, would love nothing more than to vicariously experience yours.”

It was one thing to garner attention with wild antics, and another to be stared at with deep longing to share such intimate details of her life. 

Lena shifted uncomfortably on the couch as she considered the request, and glanced at Nia, who avidly avoided her gaze. Of course the girl wouldn’t speak out against her. It would be seen as a slight against the lady of the house and their guests may very well gossip about it in private. Lena wished she could ask for her council, but to leave would look suspicious.
 

“Yes, please do entertain us with tales of your passion,” Jess implored with a hopeful smile that did little to hide the sadness that resided in her eyes. “I fear I may never experience any of my own.”

It would be scandalous to disclose such intimacies, yet each of the omegas made sure to share something private of her own. Lena couldn’t very well deny them now—especially when, in contrast to their own mates, it would only serve to prop up Kara’s public image as the best alpha of the bunch. 

 

Lena felt heat blossom across her cheeks as she set her teacup down and clasped the handkerchief close to her breast.

“I confide in you all with the understanding that it goes no further than this room,” Lena stated slowly, meeting the eyes of each woman before she reclined in her seat and caught her lip between her teeth. Nia appeared tense beside her, no doubt filled with dread at what she was about to confess, yet the beta remained silent and Lena exhaled a soft breath.

“As you may know, my husband is very meticulous. Clark takes great pride in all that he does, especially when handling me.” Lena felt exposed uttering just that, her face flushed as she listened to the expectant ripple of the group. There were notes of excitement drifting in the air, delicate and ephemeral as the omegas listened. Lena cleared her throat and sought to avoid drawing any questions by continuing.
 

“I will not go into great detail, but I will say Clark is a man of many talents, and he has shown me pleasures which I’d never even read about, let alone dreamed,” Lena whispered, afraid of saying too much. She felt peculiar in swapping such secrets, both worried about the trouble it might cause, and oddly pleased because she was speaking about her alpha.

 

Lena raised her chin to prevent anyone from believing she was ashamed and declared boldly, “He can do such wonderful things with just the touch of his thumb, and he bestows kisses in places that would be indecent in public. Clark isn’t one to boast. He much prefers his actions speak for themselves, but I dare say his ego is not nearly as big as other parts of him. To those who find their husbands are lacking between the legs, perhaps you can encourage them to use other means in satisfying your needs.”

Her advice seemed to enliven all of the omegas to plot ways of reforming their alphas in the bedroom. Lena wondered if somehow her desire to help would go awry — if any of the alphas would suspect her of being the one who encouraged their wives. After making so many promises to Kara, Lena knew better than to meddle for the sake of causing trouble. She just had to trust the omegas not to betray her, since they would all be to blame if any alpha found them out.
 
 

The morning and afternoon went by, and Lena warmed to the omegas as they talked of their interests. Every so often, she clutched her handkerchief close and thought of Kara. Just when she was hoping to see the alpha most, she heard the sound of the horses and looked out at the window to see the hunting party returning. 

Mr. Baker held a pheasant and a few other alphas were toting smaller game like rabbits or ducks, but Kara lifted an entire stag from a sled that she had made of tree branches and twine. 

The omegas went out to meet their husbands and Lena hurried towards Kara, who was giving the kitchen staff instructions on how to share portions of the venison. 

Respect was tangible in the air, and wafted from the other alphas, as well as the omegas, who watched Kara pass off the large beast to Winn and three of the beta women that worked the kitchen. It was a remarkable sight that showed the strength of her alpha, and Lena swooned from a rush of desire.
 

Nia was quick to catch her, and to Lena’s surprise, Sam looped her arm through hers to keep her steady.
 

“Careful, M’lady,” Nia whispered in a soft hush, unheard by the others.
 

Lena squinted at her, at the heat in Nia’s cheeks and the way she avoided her eyes, as if she was hiding something. “A scraped knee would hardly be the talk of the town.” She pressed quietly, certain the beta girl wanted to say more.

Sam chuckled by her side and clasped her hand with the kind of familiarity Lena had only witnessed between good friends. It was a strange thing, and though Lena found comfort in the act, part of her wished to recoil from it.

“I trust it’s not your knees she is worried about,” Sam confided, though she was smart enough to keep her gaze on her husband as he held up several pheasants with pride. She smiled at him, and, for a fraction of a second, there was warmth in his gaze before arrogance took over and he turned to the other alphas.
 

“You care for him,” Lena noted, aghast that someone so vile could win a place within Sam’s heart.

 

“Morgan might not be the nicest alpha, but he’s certainly not the worst.” Sam admitted, her tone kind and not the least bit offended. “Believe me, I didn’t think I’d be capable of finding a single thing to like about him, but things can change when you have a child.”

 

Lena balked at the suggestion, unnerved by the meaningful way Sam glanced at her, and for a moment she felt Nia stiffen at her side. She swelled with emotion, unsure and startled by the implications, and found herself repeating dumbly, “Not my knees…”
 

Sam gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and then stepped aside as Clark strode over with intense, dark eyes and caught Lena by the chin. To anyone looking it would have seemed a standard display of dominance, but there was affection in the light caress of Clark’s thumb along her jaw as he rumbled, “How are you faring?”

 

With so many people close by, Lena didn’t dare breathe a word of what she suspected. It took effort, yet she managed to lock away the strange excitement that fluttered in her chest, her ribs now bars that caged hummingbirds made of emotion.
 

“Better, now that you’re here.” Lena rasped honestly, and the briefest flicker of light sparked in Clark’s eyes—a private flame of adoration that burned only for her.
 

“Back before dusk.” Clark reminded her fondly, and dropped his hand to secure it around her waist instead. Displays of such affection were typically reserved or seen as weakness, and Lena faltered as the solidness of her alpha pressed against her side. She must have smelled of panic, because Clark released a fresh, potent wave of pheromones and Lena swayed as they calmed her immediately.
 

It was then that Lena witnessed each alpha pull their omega closer, and she was shocked to see them in such good spirits. Even Mr. Baker, with his small pheasant, appeared to be cheerful, and Jess clasped his hand as if pleased with him.

“When they’ve proven themselves as powerful, they feel more at ease to acknowledge the other sides of themselves,” Clark murmured under his breath. The earthy musk and sharpness of sweat mingled with the natural spice of the alpha’s scent. Lena inhaled it deeply and desperately as her inner omega pined for more contact.

Clark engaged in conversation while they waited for the kitchen staff to butcher the stag, and served ale to keep everyone merry. The kitchen staff gave each of the alphas a large chunk of fresh venison to take away with them, to keep everyone well fed for the rest of the week. Good will spilled forth, and the alphas appeared kinder in their handling of their wives as they laughed and helped them into the respective carriages.

The moment the last one was out of sight, Kara turned to her with alarming speed and backed Lena into the door. The alpha kissed her and dared to fondle Lena over her dress. “I have the kitchen preparing our meal, but I confess I’d much rather sate my appetites between your thighs.”

It flustered and excited Lena, and a rosy blush came to her face as she considered sharing her news without delay. She slipped her hands under Kara’s overcoat and leaned in while staring up into the alpha’s attentive blue eyes. Her fingertips followed the path of Kara’s buttons, and she thought of pleading to forego dinner and retire to bed early. 

“Can’t we take our meals in the bedroom tonight and tomorrow, just as we did while I was in heat?” Lena asked with persuasive, soft touches under Kara’s coat, and a suggestive arch of her eyebrow. 

“Tomorrow?” Kara’s voice expressed doubt, and Lena stood closer to palm at the rising fabric between her legs, at the erection that she hoped would make up the alpha’s mind. 

“We did discuss a compromise for participating in your hunt,” Lena crooned with a self-satisfied grin as she tried to influence Kara’s schedule for the week. “My heat may be waning, but I still wish you to stay home for at least a day to celebrate—”

Her talk of celebrations seemed to confuse Kara, and Lena would have pressed on with her news if the door hadn’t opened. 

“The table is set for dinner,” Nia informed them with a bright smile and then set her eyes on Lena, as if to silently ask if Kara knew of the pregnancy yet. 

Lena gave a small shake of her head and glanced at the stone step beneath her feet when Kara eyed her. 

“Since the staff has taken the trouble to set the table, we might as well eat in the dining room,” Lena intoned and slipped her arm through Kara’s as they both went into the house. 

Kara led the way with confidence and authority, no doubt filled with pride at returning home with the biggest catch of the hunt. The alpha moved with swift steps to pull out a chair for Lena, and then settled at the head of the table.

“We will retire early after our meal,” Kara promised, and went so far as to place her hand on Lena’s thigh, perhaps to comfort her.

Winn entered with two plates of venison and fresh vegetables from the garden. Kara watched him when he set the meals down, and clapped him on the arm before he left. “Inform the rest of the house that I expect them to eat their fill and take the rest of the night off. You’ve all more than earned it.”
 

Winn appeared unable to stop the grin as it spread on his face, and he hurried from the room as Kara poured herself a mug of ale. She frowned when she noticed that Lena had yet to taste her meal, and that her goblet of wine remained untouched. 

“Does the food displease you?” Kara asked in concern, and then inspected her own plate to ensure it was cooked to her liking.

Lena expected to be famished, and to stroke Kara’s ego over dinner before stroking at her cock. But it took all of a few seconds of staring at the plate to know that she would have to disappoint Kara by sending the meal back to the kitchen. The slab of meat made her stomach turn and she pushed the dish away from her. 

“It’s less to do with the food, and more to do with my lingering sickness,” Lena whispered and placed her handkerchief over her mouth to stop herself from gagging at the dining table. “I’m afraid I will have to get used to it. It won’t be going away in a few days’ time as I had thought.”

That pronouncement seemed to upset Kara, who put her knife and fork down, and turned to her as if fearful that Lena was suffering from a life-threatening malady. 

“It won’t?” Kara questioned with such dismay that her eyebrows scrunched together and terror entered her eyes. “Lena,” She whispered and got to her feet to hurry to Lena’s side, to kneel down in front of her and touch her face.

“I’m not ill, Kara,” Lena assured her before the alpha formed the worst assumptions in her mind. “I’m with child.” 

Surprise widened Kara’s eyes, though it was the emotion that pooled within them that captivated Lena. The alpha’s mouth fell open, then closed, then opened once more as she repeated breathlessly, “You’re with child.”
 

 Proud pheromones wafted around the alpha, her excitement evident in the way she dropped her palm over Lena’s belly. Kara nuzzled into the fabric of her dress, murmuring soft praises. She stood suddenly, her hands clasping both of Lena’s to pull her up.

“I will inform the house tomorrow and we will celebrate.” Kara expressed in a rush, while holding Lena close. “The kitchen will accommodate all of your desires, and Nia will find the best teas to settle your sickness now that we know the root of it. I will stay ardently by your side and—”
 

“Careful. With all of that excitement, people will think you’re not nearly as stoic as you present yourself to be.” Lena teased, slipping her arms around her alpha’s shoulders as Kara forgot their dinner in her haste to hurry them up the stairs. She had no doubt how her alpha would choose to celebrate tonight, and the delicate scent of her arousal reflected her own wishes. They left the plates on the table and rushed off to Kara’s bedroom.
 

Kara was too pleased to quip something witty or bother herself about Lena’s remark. She began unfurling the ribbons on Lena’s dress to pull the garment free, only to hinder the process by kissing and fondling Lena, as if unable to contain herself.
 

“Let me show you how glad I am of this news,” The alpha muttered, her warm mouth latching onto Lena’s neck to suck the skin across her racing pulse.

Lena was not going to protest when Kara made her intentions clear and guided her back to lie on the bed with her legs spread. Her cunt already glistened with slick, and Kara’s tongue pushed between her lips in fast swipes of devotion. Lena dropped her head back and grasped at the pillow as the sensation of Kara’s warm mouth began to overwhelm her. 

“Kara,” She whimpered out in surprise, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her desire was all over Kara’s chin, shining and wet when the alpha glanced up at her.

“All day, I thought of this,” Kara whispered with kisses against her cunt and slipped her tongue inside of it while pulling Lena’s hips closer. 

Lena felt like a rope that was drawn so taut that it would snap and coil. She moaned as Kara licked fresh arousal from her opening, and reached down to thread her fingers through the alpha’s blonde hair.

Kara took it for the encouragement it was, and expressed her enjoyment by moaning against Lena’s cunt. She lavished her with faster licks, teasing her entrance until Lena writhed on the bed. Only then did Kara return to her clitoris, with puckered lips that drew the stiff pearl into her hot mouth. She sucked on it passionately, and forced Lena to remain still with strong hands that pinned her hips to the bed.

It seemed Kara was intent on devouring her and Lena’s breasts heaved with every labored breath she managed. The alpha’s hands slid between her thighs and held them further apart when they threatened to close around her head in ecstasy. Lena gasped when the alpha’s tongue swirled around her sensitive bead and she whined when Kara stilled her tongue to speak.
 

“I long for the taste of you whenever we’re apart,” Kara confessed in a lustful whisper, her eyes darting back to Lena’s cunt, which she spread open with her thumbs. “I may have to make this a standard greeting whenever I return from a long day without you by my side.”

Lena trembled from the promise in Kara’s voice and how the alpha’s tongue curled inside of her. She squirmed underneath Kara’s weight, her hips rising up to undulate from the warm, wet caresses.

 

“Or you could simply agree to come home earlier, since we are going to have a family,” Lena suggested with a quiet groan from the back of her throat. Her cunt dripped desire and her scent became more and more desperate. 

Kara rubbed at her inner lips while licking her, and Lena admired the sight of the alpha between her thighs. The insatiable, greedy swipes of Kara’s tongue were almost too much for Lena. She pushed her fingers into Kara’s loose blonde hair again, tethering herself to her alpha. 

“Perhaps you can remind me of what I’m missing before I leave in the mornings.” Kara teased in return, and eased two fingers into the glorious depths of Lena’s twitching cunt. She sighed her appreciation when Lena wrapped hotly around her, and stroked her with slow insistence deep inside.
 

Kara paid great attention to her clitoris, with passionate, open mouthed kisses that culminated in quick flutters of her tongue. If the alpha hadn’t been holding her to the bed, Lena feared she would float away with the pull of pleasure that arched her spine and forced her cunt to rub into Kara’s face.
 

“I worry I’ve created an insatiable beast,” Lena chastised, the humor lost as she moaned wantonly and rocked her pelvis. “We may never see the light of day again if we fall prey to our urges for one another.”
 

“If I did not need to provide for us, that may very well be true, and you would find yourself ravished each and every day,” Kara vowed, and made good on her word by crooking her fingers as she sucked and licked at Lena’s swollen clitoris until she thrashed in breathless ecstasy.

“And how would that differ from now, when I find myself at your mercy daily?” Lena panted once Kara had taken her fill and kissed her cunt sweetly. She snared her alpha by the shirt collar and tugged her upright to rid her of the garment.
 

“Am I to believe you’re nothing but a poor, innocent omega with delicate sensibilities, who would protest at being thrust into a carnal position?” Kara mocked, her own fingers making quick work of her belt and the buttons of her trousers which she kicked off before climbing on top of the bed and hiking Lena’s knees over her forearms. She positioned the broad, leaking tip of her erection at the eager, grasping entrance of Lena’s cunt and tormented her by waiting for an answer.

“Only as much as I’m to believe you’re a domineering alpha, who doesn’t care a wit about love,” Lena scoffed, and then her face fell as she realized she had mindlessly uttered the word love. She blinked and her eyes strayed away from Kara’s as she became insecure. It took her a moment to cover it with a laugh and to wrap her arms around the alpha’s back in an effort to pull her closer.
 

“How fortunate that you know me better than that.” Kara whispered, and with a gradual roll of her hips pushed the thick tip of her cock into Lena’s rippling muscles. The alpha sank her length deeper with a sudden, rough thrust and buried her face in the crook of Lena’s elegant neck with a rumble of desire.

Lena stiffened beneath her, but her body became more supple and relaxed as Kara began to move. She placed her hand at the back of Kara’s neck, holding her close as their bodies merged. It was affectionate and at the same time intense, full of emotion that neither of them dared articulate. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited on Kara making a declaration to her. The longer the silence lasted, the more Lena felt her disappointment and frustration stir. 

She had no expectations that Kara would express love and yet Lena wanted some acknowledgement from the alpha, some stronger reassurance that she was not alone in her feelings. That she was beginning to see it as love was a startling discovery. 

Lena scraped her nails along Kara’s back and opened her legs to take deeper thrusts. The alpha’s warm cock filled her core and bulged her lower belly, rutting into her with quickening passion. She half considered pushing Kara off of her to be vindictive, although she needed her alpha far too much to deny Kara the warm space between her thighs. 

 
Biting and scratching Kara were two ways to hint subtly at her fury, but both methods only seemed to arouse Kara’s alpha. Kara slammed into her cunt much more brutally, and though it was pleasurable and soaked her with excitement, Lena sought to find another means of coping with her volatile emotions. 

“I thought you would be glad of the news, and here it feels as though you’re about to fall asleep on top of me,” Lena intoned in a quiet voice, one that was meek rather than ridiculing.

She watched the confusion on Kara’s face cloud her eyes, and held back her moans when the alpha set about proving herself. Kara charged her cock into her hard enough to make her cunt pleasurably ache, and Lena expected her pelvis would be bruised by morning if the alpha kept it up.

Lena encouraged the rough mating with a bite to Kara’s shoulder while her nails blazed tracks down the alpha’s sides. She would have sunk them in deeper if Kara had not reared up and snared her wrists to pin them above her head.

“No,” Kara snarled, the warning of her tone nothing to the rich spice of her dominant pheromones. “Not like this, not tonight.”
 

The omega within her enjoyed Kara’s assertiveness, but Lena’s feelings refused to be quelled and she hissed indignantly, “You have no right to demand—”
 

Her words tapered off with a moan when Kara’s lips wrapped around her nipple, the sensual suck of the pebbled flesh sending tendrils of pleasure straight to her clitoris. She thrashed under Kara, wild and enraged at being restrained yet the alpha continued her ministrations by slowing her hips to give fuller penetration.

The roughness subsided and Lena groaned as her cunt experienced the incredible stretch of Kara’s girth. “I have every right,” Kara informed her as she teased her tongue over Lena’s clavicle and then kissed her with such passion that to fight it would have been a lost battle.

Lena tried to resist it on principle, even as she whined in submission and arched into Kara’s thrusts. The alpha kept her pinned by the wrists and controlled her pleasure without force. The gradual build of pressure that settled in her belly caused Lena’s cunt to squeeze Kara’s cock, and the alpha brushed her lips along her jaw.

The tender kisses quieted her omega, and yet her mind was at odds with her sensual desire. She would have complained had Kara’s lips not pressed against her own. 

 

Kara’s thrusts satisfied her with long, deep strokes and she almost whimpered out what she wanted—romantic love, and not just a tolerance or like of each other. It was peculiar how much her view had changed since finding out that Kara’s seed had taken in her womb. 

Lena bucked against Kara, sliding the alpha’s cock fully inside of her. She managed it twice more before Kara’s hand moved between them and rested over her cunt. Kara’s fingers rubbed between her lips and over her clitoris to evoke pleasure. 

The collision of their hips and pelvis was loud and resounding until Kara suddenly halted and emptied thick jets of seed into her. Kara groaned from the sudden release and then pulled out when a knock came at the bedroom door. 

The brief loss of contact caused Lena to sulk, and put her right back into the vulnerable mood she detested. Her eyes shined with emotion as she watched Kara at the door speaking with the servants, then she noticed the little bottle of tincture on her night table. 

Lena’s heat was still ebbing away, but even a mouthful of the tincture would put her in a state worse than her natural heat. The substance was safe for pregnant omegas, and for that reason Lena found herself picking up the bottle and plucking out the tiny cork. She gulped all of it down in one quick swallow, cringed at the taste, and then raised her eyes towards the door where Kara stood and stared at her. 

“Did you just drink all that remained in the bottle?” Kara asked in a startled croak and hurried over to take the tincture from Lena’s hands. She peered into it to see for herself that it was empty as Lena licked the last drop from her lips. It might have been reckless for Lena to take so much of the substance at once, and yet as her blood coursed with it, and her hormones raged, she had little regret. 

Kara groaned and Lena knew that the scent of her weakened the alpha’s self-control from the way her erection strained—from the purple headed arousal and all of the veins that throbbed, showing a clear need for a sexual remedy. 

“Mate with me,” Lena whispered and held out her arms to Kara, just as her extreme arousal fully set in and her skin tingled all over. She crawled to the end of the bed on her hands and knees and leaned forward to put her mouth on Kara’s cock. Her hair swung around her shoulders as she sucked on the thick tip of Kara’s erection. It forced her mouth to open wide and her jaw to stretch and she could taste Kara’s seed on her tongue. She licked away a dribble of Kara’s pearly, lustrous release, only for the alpha’s cock to jerk in another orgasm almost instantly. 

“Lena,” Kara choked out as if realizing how susceptible she was to the omega scents in the air. 

 
Lena spared her an innocent glance, her eyes soft but full of wickedness as she pressed her lips down around another few inches of Kara’s cock. It pulsated in her throat and Lena swallowed Kara’s seed with quick gulps. 

She needed Kara much more than she ever had—not just to cope with her rampant hormones, but because she was in love with Kara and she would do so much just to hear the alpha express those same feelings. Her lips glided wetly over Kara’s shaft, and though her face ached from it, she aspired to fit it into her mouth. She lapped at the spurts of seed that continued to jolt out of Kara and rubbed rivulets of it into her neck and breasts. 

The sight of her positioned over the end of the bed must have stimulated Kara further, because the alpha’s hand settled on her back and pushed her into a low bend. 

“Cancel your engagements in town tomorrow,” Lena breathed as she wiped the last of Kara’s seed from her chin and licked it from her fingertips. “Your pregnant, heat-stricken wife needs you at home for a few more days.” 

“Day—days?” Kara stuttered and touched Lena’s burning cheek, cooling it with a tender palm that moved on to her breast without hesitance. 

The alpha gripped her breast, then the other, and massaged them both, squeezing them together in distraction until she recognized what she was doing. 

“A few days more should be manageable, if I send Winn in my stead,” Kara agreed with a firm nod, and although her hand strayed away, it came back again to Lena’s breasts, taking complete advantage of how accessible they were with Lena on her knees. 

Lena pouted as if a few days’ time would barely suffice. Her body was slipping even further into heat, and her slick left a warm, wet patch below her on the blankets when she sat on the bed, still with her hands out in front of her. 

“My cunt aches for you, Kara,” Lena confided with slow exhalations while the alpha rubbed her nipples and jostled her breasts to get them to react and harden. “I wish you could understand. It matters very little that you’ve bred me. I still ache to be filled with your seed. You have broken me in for it.” Her harsh but quiet exhales sounded so pitiful, and she reached out her hand to stroke Kara’s cock. She was dependent on Kara and the stiff erection between the alpha’s thighs. 

“Then fill you I shall,” Kara announced firmly, the thickening scents of Lena’s seductive perfume embedding into the alpha’s senses as surely as invisible claws. Kara’s sky blue eyes were lust blown inky wells and Lena saw herself in the shining darkness when the alpha caught her by the chin to kiss her fiercely.

Lena mewled from it, and quickened her hand on Kara’s member before the alpha broke away and marched towards the vanity to select a hand mirror.
 

“What is it?” Lena asked in confusion, her chest heaved from need and she whined pitifully for attention. She throbbed between the legs, her thighs so drenched in slippery essence that rubbing them together created no friction.

“A mirror.” Kara intoned, as if Lena had never seen one before in her life. “I want it close by so you may see just how much seed your cunt will take when I’m through with you.”
 

It was a filthy thing to utter, scandalous in a way, yet Lena shivered with anticipation as her alpha conducted herself with the utmost confidence. 

 
“You wish me to see how I flow with your release, how thoroughly debauched you leave me once you’ve given me your knot?” Lena asked.
 

Just imagining the sight of her stretched and creamy slit produced a perverse pleasure, and her cunt clenched in expectation.

“You will look before you take my knot,” Kara corrected as she set the mirror beside Lena on the bed. “I intend to give you everything I have.”

Lena groaned into the covers, for even during rut Kara never ran out of seed for her. She wondered if the alpha intended to take her until that occurred and a part of her hoped it to be the case. “Yes, yes, make me take all of it, Kara. I want your seed.”

She would have presented her cunt at that very moment had her alpha not begun gathering the pillows and cushions from chairs. Lena watched with narrowed eyes as Kara made a heap of them, and then rearranged them into a pile which she ushered Lena across. It kept her at a slope, with her shoulders and face pushed into the bed while her hips were much higher up. Kara inspected her cunt by holding it open with her fingers and Lena whined as the alpha rubbed seed into her engorged clitoris.
 

“Now your cunt will have no choice but to hold my seed.” Kara asserted, and Lena tingled with excitement when she felt the broad blunt tip of her alpha’s erection slot into her greedy channel. Kara took her with all the force of an alpha in rut and Lena begged for it with her moans. She pressed her toes into the bed for leverage then felt them curl as Kara ploughed into her slick muscles, the thick veins of her shaft rubbing deliciously against the sweet spot inside her.

The rough penetration rocked Lena in a perpetual motion and her stiffened nipples rubbed over the linens, grazing the sensitive tips with enough friction to leave her delirious. Kara’s strong hands hooked under her hips to keep her perfectly balanced and the sound of her come-soaked cunt taking such an intense pounding was enough to spark her own release.

 

Lena came with a breathy cry that contorted her spine, her whole body quaked as euphoria burst through her, vibrant and white hot. Her carnal heat enveloped Kara’s shaft in erotic spasm, and she heard her alpha grunting as she pistoned into her tightening hole with more vigor.
 

Thick spurts of pearlescent desire emptied into her greedy cunt and Lena squeezed her internal muscles to coax more out of Kara. The alpha didn’t slow, even amidst her climax, and Lena fastened her mouth around her own wrists to stifle the noise of her enjoyment. The whole house may hear her otherwise and that would be indecent.
 

“Your backside is looking as red as your cunt, Lena.” Kara informed her with a guttural sounding growl as she sheathed herself in Lena’s exquisite depths. The powerful smack of her thighs slammed into Lena’s delicate flesh with harsh determination and the alpha palmed her reddened cheeks while as asked, “Does the sting of it thrill you still?”
 

Lena hardly needed to answer. Her cunt was slicker than an umbrella caught in a storm, and she may very well be soaking the pillows just the same. “You can feel that it does,” She breathlessly asserted, and Kara smacked her open palm across her right cheek, then squeezed the sting from it. Lena’s omega soared with pleasure and she forgot to quiet her groans. The filthy sounds that poured from her throat filled the room and Kara pulled more from her by bottoming out on every rapid thrust to keep her cunt wide open.
 

The alpha rubbed at her puffy and swollen pussy lips, massaging and stimulating in equal measures as she filled her. Lena pleaded with keening whines, and Kara satisfied her with another jerk of her hips that spilled more seed into her slick and clenching channel.
 

“Show me,” Lena rasped, her fingers curling around the gleaming handle of the mirror to bring it closer. The fever of her heat spread through her limbs and rendered her weak, yet she smiled from it, so insatiable as she whimpered, “Let me see how you fill me up. Please, Kara, grant my wishes.”

There was no doubt in Lena’s mind that her alpha would indulge her in that moment. Kara withdrew her cock with a heavy breath and unceremoniously rolled Lena onto her back. Kara positioned her ankles over her own strong shoulders to prevent any seed from escaping.
 

Lena eyed the rigid, swollen length of her alpha’s cock in the new position and salivated at the proud sight of it. She admired how it remained ready to take her when Kara wasn’t in rut then whimpered when Kara grabbed for the mirror and held it between her pale thighs to give her an intimate view. Lena reached up to spread her glistening lips to truly gaze upon her blushing cunt, so luscious and inviting when covered in slick and her alpha’s seed.

 

Kara used a finger to sink into the creamy warmth that pooled and overflowed from Lena’s entrance with a rumbled promise, “You will keep it inside all night, and you will remain right here in my bed, where you belong.”