Homecoming.

Stella was walking down the lighted street which was heavy and animated with street lights, neon,  people chatting as they mingled. It was the day of heat and the urge had not come. She prayed silently in her heart that it would not find her at that point in time.

A sports car pulled up just beside her and a voice came out of it. She seemed to be stung by the voice as she turned. Her eyes widened in surprise. It was Jason! She did not realise that she had been stariing vacantly and stupidly at him until he spoke.

‘Seems you have no place to go.’ His voice was cool and smooth as every girl who died for an Alpha would want them. ‘Will you like to come to my place, I have something important to discuss with you’

Her heart leapt frantically.

She continued staring into his face until she resolved to repress the reflection that she would not just give in to his request even though it would be a stupid thing for an Omega to hesitate an Alpha’s request- a hot one at that!. Her feeling of importance was manifest in her confident and calm countenance.

‘Won’t they find you here’ she yawned. Her voice was still hoarse ‘ Heard about the priest and Hades. Are you sure you are safe here? Don't you think they should be hunting you?’

‘ I don’t know if I am safe here or not, neither do I know if they will find me, but my place is definitely safer than here. Now, are you coming with me or not’ he was growing impatient.

What would an Alpha want with an Omega on the day of heat, she thought. What if heat decided to find her here?, what if the heat attracted them to each other? What if?...  She cursed the prospect silently in her heart. After standing and looking at him for a while, she heard herself say yes.

This was the kind of guy every girl basically wanted- an Alpha, hot, tall, muscular and ruthlessly rich and sweet. But she had not given in to his demands simply because of his lofty status or because he was a billionaire’s son, it was because she could not just go home to her mother and break the bad news to her. If she did so, her depression might return and even get worse. So she decided, if the worst comes to the worst, to sleep outside. Jason at this point was paradoxically two things, a saviour and a thing to worry about.

Miraculously, Jason popped up. He was one of the boys she had come to trust with a pinch of salt at school. His brother, Jesse, was simply a ruthless bully, a chauvinist of being Alpha and fancier of class. He ruled the low-class with a heavy hand and they were not strong enough, so they suffered. There was something in Jason after all, something vaguely akin to method in his brother’s overwhelming madness.

When they arrived at his house, she regarded it wide-mouthed in surprise and wonder. Lucia was struck, as most people were, that Jason’s brusqueness in dealing with people was in no way in tandem with his wealth, unlike Jake. It was a glass house. Jason, as he was wont to, went down in indifference and called on her to come down the spiralled staircase. 

She was wont to, as everyone else, expect Jason acquaintances as posh but those expectations were far away from reality. She fed her eyes on the sight as sophistry died away. But her thinking was short-lived, the question of ‘Heat!’returned, churning her belly.

She went down clinging to the spiraled rail, roving her eyes from left to right. Jason in his indifference reappeared from one of the mazy rooms, a can of soda at hand.

‘Your family is not here?’ Her timidity gave way to anxiety

‘What? Don’t they have their works to attend to. You are afraid of what they would if they found out I am in my house alone, with a girl, an Omega’ he smiled

‘Your house? Well, its just that I have never been in this kinda house’

‘Yeah I sensed it’  he pushed two fingers to his temple with eyes closed and pointed at her, smiling.

‘Who really are you?’ her face was baleful

‘Why?’

‘Are you a mafia, a drug dealer or something?’ she said it somewhat lamely

The light died out of his face once she said that. He stood from the chaise-lounge and made for her, with a very straight, stern and angry face.

‘What? So it means that you are suspecting me, sheep. Well it seems so’ he began moving towards her ‘ Mafia…Drug dealer’ he looked into space raising his hands as though he analysed and charted what each meant.

‘Why do you think I only sell drugs? Hunh?’ he continued

The blood beat in her brain as Jason neared, his face became more and more enormous as he neared. ‘Do you still have two kidneys’ his claws began to form

Stella nearly cried ‘Don’t you dare come any closer’ she stepped backwards the more as adrenaline stabbed her stomach, her little Omega puny claws ripped through her fingers.  

Jason scoffed at her tiny claws laughing in his mind’s lips how a puny would dare to take on a wolf. He continued to approach her with a stern face.

Fear tugged at her heart.

‘If you dare take a step closer, i’m going to hurt you’ she stuttered as Jason’s raveanous claws glistened under the soft light.

But he said nothing

At last she hit her back against a wall and stopped dead and resigned listlessly as Jason’s canines glistened devilishly from their roots. He bent his face towards her and put his claws beside her neck. She looked straight at him white with fear. When their lips were no longer far-away from the other, his countenance changed totally.

Blessedness and laughter returned to his face. ‘This is your room’ he said tapping the door she had come against, giggling.

His raised his face, let out the breath he had been holding and turned his back to walk away.

‘Incase you need anything don’t forget to call me. Ok?’ not caring if she responded or not, he walked away hastily.

The terror that stabbed her belly gave way to a heavy relief, she never knew Jason ever had a sense of the dramatic because of his unceasing folorn countenance. What did he do to me, she thought clinching to her backpack.

The room itself wasn’t very different from the rest of the house. The floor came to basically rendered in wood and glistened under the soft light of golden chandeliers. On each wall were immortalised chef d’oeuvres of art giants. Mainly Picasso’s and Montesque de Baron’s. A sweet scent wove through the spectacle.

But in the lines that etched at the side of her racy eyes, she was far-away at Massachusetts ranting in the streets with her sister, to the bemused eyes of passers-by. She thought about her and sensed a deja-vu. In a trice she caught a brainwave where it had happened. It was two days ago while at Andre’s.

The tears welled up in her eyes. She, now naked, took up her vibrator and smiled at it. The stuff grew not less but more pleasant with every thrust she made. But it had become the element she swam in whenever she was in heat or bored. It was her life, her death, her resurrection, her reincarnation. During heat, it was what sank her to haggard and mournful looks, yet pleasant feelings.It was as well the thought of it that revived her every morning. When she woke with a moan, seldom before five in the morning, with gummed-up eyelids and a needy clit, it would have been impossible if not for the vibrator.

Through these nightly hours of heat she sat propped up with legs spread, touching, moaning, squirting, with a pleased visage and moving in tandem with the ebb and flow of the handy exciting stuff.

The rest is history.