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Lately Caleb's been acting kinda weird.
That night as you’re falling asleep, you’re awoken by footsteps pacing outside your door. It can’t be Gran. She’s such a slight old woman who hardly weighed anything at all. These footsteps are heavy and lumbering. It must be gege.
There is a slant of light that reaches under your door from the hallway and a shadow keeps disturbing it. Back and forth. Back and forth. The shadow moves back and forth.
Your fists tighten around your blanket and your eyes widen. You don’t even realize you’ve been holding your breath until your lungs force you to exhale. What's he doing? Why is gege being so weird? Is he sleepwalking?
You don’t know how long he goes on like that—back and forth—but eventually he stops and heads back down the hallway to his own room. You can hear his door open and then shut. Only then, do you sink back into your mattress and close your eyes again.
The next morning, Caleb is his usual sunny self. While you both eat the congee Gran made for breakfast, gege is excitedly talking about his basketball game. “You’re coming aren’t you, Pipsqueak?”
You let out a yawn. “If I feel like it.”
“Oh, come on!” Caleb reaches over and pinches your cheek. You give him a swift kick to the shin under the table. “Ow!” He pretends to be hurt, but it’d be more believable if he isn’t smiling from ear to ear.
“Maybe I would be more eager to go if I wasn’t so sleepy.”
“You couldn’t sleep? Why not?”
“Because someone kept walking up and down the hallway last night.”
“A ghost?” Caleb asks with a laugh.
“Ghost? What ghost? It was you!”
“It wasn’t me.”
“It was!”
“Was not!”
“Gege! It was you! Don’t lie!”
Gran turns around from the kitchen sink. “Stop it! Look at the two of you arguing like little kids when you’re fourteen and seventeen!” Gran clicks her tongue.
“Sorry Gran,” you both say in unison, but you continue glaring daggers at him.
“I swear it wasn’t me, Pipsqueak,” Caleb says, and he seems genuine this time.
“Maybe you were sleepwalking.”
Caleb blinks, startled. “You think so?” He seems to consider this with a thoughtful expression.
“It’s more likely than it being a ghost,” you tell him matter-of-factly. “It’s never a ghost.”
“Right. In Conan, it’s never a ghost,” Caleb agrees. Ever since the two of you were little, you both loved anything to do with Sherlock Holmes and watched nearly every episode of Detective Conan. “I read if you catch someone sleepwalking you shouldn’t try to wake them suddenly, but gently guide them back to bed. If I really am sleepwalking, Pipsqueak, you should do that.” Caleb, always with the helpful advice, smiles as if he doesn’t actually believe you but is willing to play along with your overactive imagination.
You decide not to go to the basketball game after all. It’s not a major game and you hate having to compete with all his fangirls (and fanboys) for a good seat. Just because he’s a tall and muscular alpha who got good grades, played sports and looked a tiny bit handsome everyone treats him like he’s some celebrity. It’s so annoying. It’s not the crowds you hate the most, but the screaming. It hurts your eardrums. If they knew him like you did, a dumb teenage boy who burped in people's faces and shamelessly scratched his butt without bothering to be discreet, they wouldn’t be acting like this.
That night, it happens again. You startle awake in the gloomy darkness to the sound of thudding footsteps. There it is again. The shadows under your door. Ghosts didn’t make shadows, did they? So it has to be gege sleepwalking. There is no other logical explanation. He also wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night just do this as a prank. Gege would never do so something so mean-spirited.
You wonder if you should do something. Would opening the door scare him? Actually you’re the one who’s a little scared. What would gege look like sleepwalking? Would he look like a zombie? You shudder to imagine an even more unfamiliar gege standing in a dark hallway just completely silent.
Eventually you decide to do nothing. All he’s doing is walking back and forth. Let him tire himself out and go to bed. It’s none of your business. You turn onto your side, pull the blankets over your head, and try to go back to sleep.
Since it’s the weekend, you end up sleeping late. You’re too exhausted from being woken up, but at eight in the morning, gege comes into your room and plops onto your bed before turning on your TV to play the morning cartoons, a ritual you both rarely missed.
“What are you doing? I’m tired!” You elbow him in the ribs and snuggle deeper into your pillow to show you are serious about sleeping.
“Why are you sleepy, huh?” he asks. “You even missed breakfast.”
Whose fault is that?!?
You do your best to ignore him. While he watches cartoons lying on your bed, you doze back into a dreamless sleep. Within your peaceful slumber, a strange heat blossoms inside your belly. It’s so insistent, it forces you to wake up even though you don’t want to. It’s like having a restless leg, but it’s inside your body somewhere. You keep your eyes shut because you really are tired and want to rest, but your body rejects the attempt.
You’re vaguely aware of an odd smell and you suck in a deep breath. It’s not a sweet smell like fabric softener—even if there is a hint of it there—it’s mostly… you can’t really describe it well. It’s like sweat and warm skin and something a little funky. Not gross, well maybe a little, but you wanted to keep smelling it anyway because your brain is working so hard to figure out if it’s good or bad. Sometimes, when you’re a little itchy down there and can’t help but scratch, you’d bring your fingers to your nose and sniff. You don’t know why, but it’s normal to check your own smell right? Isn’t that why cats and dogs sniff each other’s butts?
The heat is still there in your body, making you writhe a little like a twisting eel. Your skin tingles like electric currents are running all over you, making your fingers and toes curl. Your thighs try to clamp together, and what you thought was a pillow between your legs is too hard and unyielding.
Suddenly, you jerk awake, your eyelids flying open and you realize the hard object you were writhing against is Caleb’s body. Your arms and legs are wrapped around him tightly. You have no idea how you even managed to get your limbs under his heavy body to do something like that. And the body part you had been sniffing? His armpit. He looks down at you with his stupid big goofy grin.
“Done being a koala?”
“Caleb!” Embarrassed, you pull away so quickly you topple out of the bed and onto the floor with a thunk. Ouch.
He laughs and peers over the edge of the mattress to look down at you so guilelessly as if he's done absolutely nothing wrong. “Pipsqueak, are you okay? Did you hit your head?”
“I’m fine,” you grumble and massage your hip bone. “And get out of my bed! Actually get out of my room!”
You kick him out both figuratively and literally, and slam the door shut. Flustered, you return to bed hoping to get more sleep but now your bed smells of him. Ugh. Stupid Caleb.
You find yourself taking a few more sniffs. At least it doesn’t smell like his armpit. It just smells like gege. His scent reminds you of the air after a typhoon has swept every last bit of pollution, dust, and pollen away, leaving behind a mix of rain drenched trees, crushed leaves and scattered petals. You actually don't dislike it at all. Of all the pheromones you've ever smelled, his is the nicest, but you'd never tell him that. His ego is big enough as it is.
In the afternoon you and Caleb take your bikes to go to the mall’s figurine store to pick up the latest model kit. You two always run into classmates there on the weekend. Maybe it was from all your clinging that morning, but his scent sticks to your skin. Usually when you’re out with gege, everyone ignores you, treating you like his tag-along kid sister, but today it’s as if they can sense the two of you are a team and it makes you unreasonably happy to be acknowledged together.
After you two pick up the kit, gege treats you to a smoothie, and the two you cycle back home to spend the rest of the day putting it together. Everything feels completely normal. Gege is his usual dorky goofball self so you don't feel too anxious about whether or not he'll keep sleepwalking, but later that night, gege wakes you up again.
Only, it’s not his footsteps that disturb you.
This time you just see the shadow of his legs under the doorway. He’s just standing there, not moving at all, silent and still as death.
Caleb claims he doesn’t remember any of this when you complain the next morning. “I’m locking the door at night from now on,” you tell him angrily, because honestly it scared you a lot more than you’re willing to admit.
“I’m sorry Pipsqueak. Gran maybe we should make an appointment with the doctor and ask him?” he replies with this downcast sad puppy dog look. It’s hard to stay mad at him. He genuinely looks clueless about the sleepwalking.
“Okay, but do it as soon as possible! It's seriously freaking me out!”
Caleb smiles and ruffles your hair. "Sure, sure. I'll get on it."
The doctor happens to have an opening, so Gran goes with him to the clinic later that day. You spend those hours napping. When they both get home, Caleb heads right to his room but Gran wants to talk to me.
“The doctor thinks Caleb’s alpha rut is nearing and that’s why he’s sleepwalking.”
You learned all about secondary gender characteristics throughout school, but you had never heard of alphas sleepwalking. Heats for alphas and omegas take place every few months, but it rarely gets in the way of normal life because of all the advancements in medical science. Just like there’s all types of birth control, there’s also many types of ways to prevent heats and pheromones from leaking out. Ever since you were diagnosed as an omega last year, you've been taking a small candy pill every night before bed. Caleb gets an injection once a month.
“He shouldn’t be showing any symptoms, so the doctor took a blood test. He’ll need to switch over to a new type of medication. It seems the injection is no longer as effective. It’s apparently not uncommon for alphas and omegas to develop an immunity over time. I’m sorry, you’ll have to put up with it for a little longer.”
You nod. Gran is a beta, so she is a little clueless about these things. Betas simply can't relate to what alphas and omegas have to go through, but she tries her best for you two.
“But why does he keep loitering outside my door?”
“Alphas are territorial. The doctor believes that another unclaimed alpha keeps passing by on the street at the same time at night. When he senses this, he wakes up to guard you.”
“That makes no sense,” you say with a frown. Is gege a guard dog? Can a person’s nose really be that sensitive they can smell an alpha passing by outside from their closed bedroom? “What creep keeps walking outside our house every night?”
Gran thinks this over. “It might be our neighbor from down the street. He is a young alpha and recently I heard from his mother that he’s training for an ultramarathon. He starts at four a.m at home and jogs to the hiking trails all the way to the mountain peak and then back. It takes him eight hours.”
“Eight hours? Are all alphas crazy?” you exclaim in astonishment. Gege is like this too. He is someone who can train or study for eight hours straight. It’s as if his brain is incapable of procrastinating. He says the only reason he even takes breaks is because it is not healthy for his body to do one thing for such a long time without stopping. "Alphas sure are freaks of nature."
Gran ignores your comment. “Just bear with it for now. Once the new medication starts working, the sleepwalking should stop.”
“Fine.”
That night you were a little indecisive about locking or not locking the door, but ultimately decided to lock it. Good thing you did too, because at around four a.m when the runner passes by the house, you’re woken up again by the sounds of gege outside the door.
He paces a bit and then just stands there. You wonder if his eyes are closed when he does this. What if they’re open? You shudder, imagining the worst case scenario where they are open but it’s only the white of his eyes showing.
And then, the doorknob turns but is thankfully stopped by the lock. He does this so quietly, you can almost believe you had imagined it if you weren't just staring at the knob turning. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. What if gege isn’t sleepwalking but is possessed by some demon? Your stomach goes queasy with fear.
He doesn't try the door again and eventually returns to his room, but you’re so frightened you have a hard time falling asleep. In the morning, you notice gege’s scent still clinging to you. You haven’t really been in physical contact with him since Saturday morning and had showered since then, so why are you smelling him now?
You hop in the shower and scrub your entire body, but gege’s scent continues to cling to you. Along with being woken up in such a terrifying way at night and now this, you’re close to tears from frustration.
“Pipsqueak, you look tired. Maybe you should stay home and rest.” Caleb is apologetic at breakfast when you tell him you were woken up again.
As much as you want to skip, you shake your head. “I have a test today.”
But once you are at school, you regret it because the weariness has become bone deep. You feel ten pounds heavier and you have to drag yourself out of your seat just to use the bathroom. After peeing, you reach down to wipe and notice slimy wetness between your legs.
It’s not strange to find discharge now and then, but you keep wiping and wiping and there’s just so much of it. It takes three wipes for you to feel dry. After your test in the afternoon you excuse yourself to the school nurse’s office.
When you tell her your symptoms, she frowns. “You are an omega, correct?” she asks. You nod your head tiredly. “Have you had your first heat yet?” You shake your head. The nurse takes a long look at your chart. “You take your medication everyday?” You nod again.
The nurse then takes out a tool that pricks your finger. It’s the same mechanism as testing blood glucose but this test is for pheromones.
“As expected. You had better get some blood work done to see if the pill is still effective.” How weird, you think to yourself, isn’t this the same as gege? “It likely still is, but this formulation was created for omegas who don’t want to release pheromones but still want to experience their heats. Usually they are prescribed to omega children, but it is also used by adult omegas for various reasons when they don’t want their pheromones to interfere with daily life but still want to experience their heat.”
“Can I take something stronger?”
“It is standard procedure for omegas to experience their first heat naturally. This is so they know what to expect, how to properly sense it coming, and also the bloodwork taken afterwards will help your physician gauge the best hormonal treatments should you not want to go into heat after that.”
“Sounds annoying,” you grumble.
“For now you should go home and rest. I will write you a slip for your guardian. Make sure you have an emergency heat kit ready. Make sure no alphas come into the house.”
“What about my brother?”
“Family members are not affected by each other’s pheromones. In fact, it is better for omegas to have one alpha in the family to ward other alphas away.”
You nod along. It does not occur to you that it might be important to mention that Caleb isn’t your biological brother, but all you heard is ‘family is okay’ and you accept this answer readily and without question.
After texting Caleb and Gran that you aren’t feeling well and that the nurse is letting you leave school early, you take the slip and ride your bicycle home, feeling uncommonly aware of every bump against your crotch. You’re leaking again and by the time you get home, the seat is a little wet, but you’re too exhausted to care. Gran is usually away in the mornings and afternoons, so you head to your room, lock the door, and promptly fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
That night you toss and turn and begin to overheat. You're sweating and shivering. Your hips feel like they're on fire. Blearily, you open your eyes. What time is it? You look at the clock. One a.m. That means you still have a few hours before you expect gege to scare you half to death again with his sleepwalking. Your throat feels so dry you sit up and are glad you usually keep a pitcher of water by the bed. You take a few gulps, letting your eyes adjust to the dark when you notice gege standing outside your door again. Your heart thumps so hard it feels like a punch to the chest. It's not even the right time yet! Then you hear it, the rattling of the lock as he twists the knob over and over again.
You gasp, adrenaline shooting through your body. You're definitely fully awake now.
When the knob doesn’t work, he pushes against the door back and forth, the metal crunching against wood and plaster. He keeps jangling the lock like a lunatic. You're worried it's going to break.
“Pipsqueak,” Caleb says in a low and dangerous voice.
You let out an involuntary whimper. Something wet and warm gushes out from between your legs. You’re so scared, you hardly notice it.
“Open the door.” He speaks in this deep and melodic tone like an axe murderer who can barely keep in his excitement because he knows his victim is trapped.
He takes in a sharp and loud inhale as if he can smell your fear. Sleepwalking? What sleepwalking? Caleb is perfectly lucid!
“N-No!” Your whole body trembles like a leaf.
I’m scared! I’m scared! Gege, I’m scared. Gege, help me!
Your thoughts make no sense, all you know is that you need gege but you also need to get away.
"Let Alpha take care of you.” His voice oozes with a strange hypnotic charm that draws you in. The walls of your room distort around you, turning into a wobbling, undulating, pulsing tunnel siphoning you towards the light beneath the door where the lock jangles like a tambourine and gege’s crooning seductive voice beckons and lures you forth like a siren.
Another injured whine escapes your throat.
“Open!” he barks and you flinch in bed, sobbing and cowering beneath your blankets.
He rattles the door, pushing and pulling so hard you’re sure it's going to break any second now. You feel disembodied and weightless, like a fish swimming in a bowl, and you’re scared that once Caleb opens the door, it’ll be like a crack in the glass and everything will go pouring out straight into gege’s waiting mouth.
You slap your hands over your hears to stop that terrifyingly loud pounding sound only to realize it won’t help, because that pounding is coming from your chest. Is it really your heartbeat? Why does it sound like a gong summoning you into the underworld?
You hear the wood splintering at the door. Back and forth. Crack, thud, slam, crunch. All the while, your whole body is shaking from some seismic quake erupting deep inside the molten core of your body. Something like a howl escapes your lungs. You double over in bed, clutching your stomach, as unbearable cramps wrings your hips like a wet towel. More liquid gushes out from your bottom but drool is also coming out of your slack mouth.
Gege, help me! I’m scared!
Suddenly, gege is gone from the door and with it, the world feels more solid. You can finally breathe—that is until you hear a strange rustling outside your window. At first you don’t think anything of it. A small animal maybe. But the rustling gets louder and then there’s the bending of branches and wood.
Your eyes dart to the window. You crawl over, legs still weak from fear, and your heart plummets to your stomach. You open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.
Gege is climbing up the side of the house! No, no, no! You almost cry you're so scared!
With the moonlight behind, his face is partially covered in shadow. All you see is the crescent smile of white teeth and the gleam of his shining eyes piercing through the dark. He is climbing the tree growing along the side of the house. Once he’s at the top branch, he steps down onto the shingles of the roof over the garage with a crunch of his shoe. You fall backward off the bed. He steps forward, carefully. All you can see are his long legs coming closer to your window.
You forgot to lock it and it was too late. As he shimmies the window open, letting in the night air, you jump to your feet, unlock your bedroom door and stumble out into the empty hallway.
Your instinct tells you to RUN RUN RUN! You fly down the stairs and flee outside into the empty dark streets. The pavement is cold and rough on your bare feet but you keep running. Tears stream down your face and you can’t stop sobbing, but you must keep going.
Faster! I have to go faster! He’s going to catch me!
You hear Caleb’s footsteps fast approaching from behind. You dare not turn around to look but you can hear his jagged breaths getting closer to closer and suddenly, Caleb tackles you onto the neighbor’s lawn.
“Got you!” he snarls triumphantly.
You squeak and try to crawl away on all fours, but gege grabs your hips and pulls you to him. You whimper when his nose presses against your crotch. You freeze and he inhales deeply. A shiver runs up your spine. That single touch forces you to surrender. Your muscles unclench and more wetness pours out from between your legs.
"You're ripe for me, omega!”
All you can do is whimper and hold your hips up for him to sniff and smell as much as he wants. All you know is that if you don’t, Alpha will be angry and you can’t stand the thought of him being angry with you.
Caleb throws you over his shoulder and carries you back home while you keen submissively. Your mind is a mess. All you know is your alpha is so fast. You hadn’t even managed to run past two houses before catching you. Did he jump down from the roof?
Your ache for him hurts so badly you can’t help whining pathetically. He takes you back to your room, locks the door, and tosses your trembling body onto your bed. The window was slid open only an inch and not all the way, which meant he had jumped from the roof to chase you.
So strong…
But you hardly have time to think about that because he climbs onto the bed, a massive towering figure, his size caging you in on all sides. “Look at me,” he commands.
Carefully, your eyes raise to meet his and you flinch. His expression is feral. Were his canine teeth always so sharp?
“Say it! Admit you're mine!" he growls through his clenched jaw.
Gege is definitely angry you tried to run and didn’t open the door for him.
"I'm yours!" you cry and whimper. "Gege is my alpha! Gege caught me fair and square!” Sobbing, you throw your arms around his neck and you both greedily inhale and swallow lungfuls of each other's pheromones. Gege smells like a raging storm and something sharp and masculine.
He undresses you and kisses you, first on the lips, sucking your mouth, then the neck, tonguing your scent gland. You go limp in his arms and you let him lay you down on the bed as he yanks your pajama pants and soaked through underwear off in one quick motion.
You can’t remember the last time you were naked in front of Caleb, but those thoughts only exist in the back of your mind. The you from before your heat began is as powerless as a locked up prisoner.
“Open,” he says and tentatively, you open your thighs for him, showing him your most tender and private part… You pussy is oozing slick all over the mattress like a broken faucet.
He bends down and sniffs. It’s so embarrassing you close your eyes, but you dare not close your legs because that would displease Alpha, but your eyes shoot open when he licks a long stripe up your folds, curling his tongue to catch globs of slick to savor on his tongue. Your hips lift, chasing his tongue, but he doesn’t give you more.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmurs and then plunges a finger into your leaking hole. It doesn’t hurt at all. There’s only a slight pressure as he parts your walls. His finger squirms inside of you, feeling your insides, exploring and mapping the melting tunnel. You whine when he withdraws the finger, and then yelp when two plunge into your pussy.
He fingers you hard and fast, forcing you to make more slick for him. Wet sounds fill the room while you whimper and pant. Soon it’s three fingers and the stretch makes you throw your head back. Something white and hot tears through your body and your pussy gushes as you cum.
It’s an orgasm, but not like any you’ve ever had before. Instead of feeling satisfied, the flames of your desire only grow hotter. Your body is overheating again and you find yourself a babbling sobbing mess begging to be filled. “Please Alpha! Please! Empty! Need!”
Caleb raises up onto his knees. The thick bulge in his gray sweats left a large dark stain on his crotch as if he’s pissed himself, but you can tell from the smell it’s not urine. He pulls down the waistband and his huge cock springs out, already leaking and oozing because Alpha produces so much sperm it can’t be contained.
The stench is pure alpha musk. His cock is menacing, pulsing, red and thick. So thick. The shaft, the head, all of it perfect for plugging up his omega. You whimper with desperate need. Your whole body is trembling—not from fear but a starvation so intense you feel as if you might collapse before you can feast. Caleb grabs the back of your head and presses your nose to the area where his shaft meets his balls so you can smell the gland where his knot will form, so your hormones can sense his virility and prepare you for breeding.
When the pheromones coming from the gland crosses into your blood brain barrier, your mind empties. A ticklish feeling inside your skull spreads to every cell in your body. You suck in a deep breath, drenching your senses with his musk. Your uterus spasms. You can feel your own reproductive organs as a drenched sticky mass fluttering inside your pelvis, responding to the command signals he is sending through his pheromones. Is that what Caleb was doing earlier when he was sniffing you down there? Did your bodies send out encrypted messages only your biology can understand but not your conscious minds?
You lick and suckle the gland until he forces you back down. "Present, omega," he says.
You shakily lay back and pull your legs apart by the knees, exposing your drooling and ready cunt for him. Still feeling a modicum of shame, you avert your eyes, trembling like a small animal about to be eaten.
"Good girl," Caleb croons and the sound of it makes more slick spit out.
He lines up the tip of his cock and the moment your genitals touch, you feel a strong electric shock course through your nerves. The thick head nudges past your labia and then pops in. The breach forces the air out of your lungs. It stings, but it doesn't hurt. The actual stretch feels brain meltingly good as his scalding hot alpha cock sinks deeper and deeper. The hard muscle forces your walls to part for him, to claim this part of you that is unknown even to yourself as his and his alone. Once he is fully slotted inside, he lets you savor and memorize every inch of him.
You’re panting violently as you hold him inside of you—no, that’s not right, he’s holding himself inside of you while your hips squirm to get away to relieve some of this intense pressure, but you’re stuck on his cock, stuck against his pelvic bone, and any attempt to move has you scratching your clit against his wiry pubic hair.
His chest is heaving too, the thick muscle expanding with his powerful lungs, as he stares down at you with hungry eyes. There’s something dark and a little sadistic in his gaze, as if he’s enjoying the way you’re completely at his mercy, as if he knows his cock is a weapon and your cunt is a wound for him to twist into. All that slick is gushing around him, so warm and sticky like blood.
When he deems you ready, he pushes your knees back into the mattress and sinks in just a little more until the thick head of his cock presses against your cervix. Not with crushing force like a battering ram, but like two complementary pieces locking into place, the point of connection sealing together with the promise of a kiss. Your mouth falls open and your vision spots. The depths of your womb spasms again, quaking, as you cum again with a guttural moan that has you arching your back. Slick spits out around his cock.
Caleb doesn't even acknowledge it because this is only the start of his claiming. There'll be many more orgasms before he's done.
He grinds into you in a slow rocking motion, making sure there is not a single millimeter of your hole left untouched while you whimper, gasp and beg uselessly. Only when he's satisfied he’s claimed all of it, he fucks you, slow at first and then with gradual speed until he's pounding your wet cunt.
The bed shakes and the springs of your mattress squeaks frantically. You’re sure you’re making ungodly animal sounds, but you don’t care. You’re screaming and clawing at his back, his arms, his chest, anything you can sink your fingers into, while he pins you down with a bruising grip, driving into your body as if he means to shove his balls into you too.
Not enough! Not enough! More! Need More!
Your bodies slam into each other, producing gurgling wet slapping sounds. Each orgasm chips away at your sanity and leads you to ruin bit by bit. Your name, your personality, your preferences, your entire identity was being remade until your alpha and the children you'll give him is all that matters. You accept you'll never be able to escape him again. You don’t want to. The very idea causes a profound anguish to wash over you.
When one position becomes tiring, he twists your body into a new one. You've screamed your voice hoarse. At some point Gran pounded at your door, calling out both your names, and your anxiety flared, but a ferocious growl and snap from Caleb made her go away.
You keen happily. Your Alpha is so strong, so powerful
You don’t notice the night turning into morning or that the birds outside have started chirping a song to herald in a new dawn. None of that matters because you’re so close to getting your prize.
“Pipsqueak, are you ready? Here it comes,” Caleb pants sweetly into your ear. He's dropped his domineering alpha voice and is now speaking to you with all the affection of your gege.
Your whole body trembles in ecstasy when his knot begins to form. You claw at gege desperately but he shushes you and holds you tight.
The orgasm from his knot locking into place shatters you. Caleb sinks his teeth into your gland, finally claiming you completely. You’re crying and bleeding, but you’re satisfied and happy as long as none of his cum can escape. It’s all tucked nice and warm inside your womb where it belongs. Gege is guarding the nest where you’ll grow your baby.
You spend the next hour purring in his arms, feeling bloated and stuffed with his seed, happy and as content as can be, while gege licks your bleeding gland.
You giggle. How silly you were to get so scared and try to run away from gege! As if you could ever escape your Alpha!