Page 22 of The Alpha’s Forced Omega (Alaska Alpha Wolves #1)
Gazing deeply into Aurora’s eyes as I thrust as far as I could inside her heated cave, I can’t help but wonder how I was so fortunate enough to find my fated mate and have her in my bed.
More than that, she’s my official mate and luna of this pack, even though I haven’t marked my claim on her neck.
Yet.
I’d decided to take things slowly because I wanted Aurora to trust me beyond what I could do for her in bed. There’s so much more to explore in our mate bond, but we have some time, and I’m able to exercise patience.
At least we’ve had a few days to acquaint our bodies with symphonies of passion that neither of us seems to be getting enough of. Her lengthy heat cycle means she’s insatiable, and coupled with my rutting spree, we can’t seem to get enough of each other.
I’m not complaining, since I’ve never been more attracted to a she-wolf. I can’t get enough of my fill of Aurora’s ample curves, her voluptuous breasts, or her heart-shaped lips where her hot breath rolls over with every gasp and moan when I’m slowly thrusting into her.
What’s even more hypnotizing are her eyes as she stares at me as if she sees my soul. I drop a chaste kiss on her lips through my languid thrusts, lifting my head again only to find that her brown irises are circled by faint amethyst rings that grow brighter with every roll of my hips.
I’d seen that shade of purple before, back when she used her powers against the demon.
The striking shade becomes magnified the closer she is to her climax when I feel her walls tightening around my length.
She moans softly and throws her head back, eyes closed, and rides out her high while I continue pushing into her until I’m joining her at the height of our passion.
She finally climbs down from the high, lifting her amethyst-veiled eyes at me, blinking obliviously at the surge of magic that’s taken over her. I feel it pulsing in the depths of her soul, begging to be let out, but Aurora seems to deny it, and before long, she blinks again, and the magic is gone.
Taking care to be gentle as I pull out and then fold her into my arms, I plant a kiss on the top of her head when she sighs and nuzzles her face into the crook of my arm.
“Aurora…?”
“Hm…?” she responds faintly, treading the fine line between consciousness and sleep.
“Have you been practicing using your magic?”
My question is followed by a moment of silence in which Aurora’s frame becomes rigid and tense.
“I—” she hesitates, prompting me to pull back only to look into her eyes.
“You can tell me,” I insist gently.
Aurora sighs and drops her gaze sheepishly. “I’ve only been practicing how to keep it at bay,” she admits. “After what happened at your parents’ home, I don’t wanna risk making any more mistakes.”
An influx of deep compassion washes over me as I prop my weight on one arm and stare deeply, motivated, into Aurora’s eyes, which have since lost the lilac glow that indicates her power.
“I caught a glimpse of your magic just now, Aurora. I felt it. It wants to be let out.”
Aurora sighs. “I’ve never felt it this strongly before,” she admits. “Ever since we’ve become…intimate…” She pauses to gulp shyly. “It’s been more intense, and it’s taking everything out of me to keep it controlled.”
My heart does a proud flip when I realize it’s because of our bond that her powers are surfacing.
I feel duty-bound to help her gain control over those powers.
“You don’t have to dampen it,” I assure her as I lift her hand and press a chaste kiss on her knuckles that seems to ignite a fiery glow of hope in her eyes. “You should be practicing your skills.”
“B-but you saw what happened when I tried…” she wails in protest, to which I shake my head determinedly.
“Forget what happened to the house, Aurora. You tried, and you were doing it alone. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
“What do you mean?” she asks with a curious frown.
“I mean…I’ll help you harness your skills. Your magic powers are a gift, and I’ll be honored to help you practice.”
“It’s not your job to—”
I cut her off quickly. “Uh-uh. It is my duty, as your mate, Aurora. You are gifted, and I would like to see you realize that.”
Aurora hesitates for a moment as she contemplates my offer, her eyes flitting to our hands intertwined and pressed to my chest like a solemn oath. Finally, she nods slowly, a hopeful smile tilting her lips.
“I think you’re right,” she concedes with a timid nod. “I’d like to practice using my magic, as long as there’s nothing that can burn down.”
Chuckling lightly, I fall back onto the pillow and gather Aurora into my arms. “The only thing that might burn down is me, so just be cautious not to set fire to your alpha.”
Aurora bursts out in laughter. “Your jokes aren’t so bad after all, Alpha Elias.”
Joining her, I bury my face into her warm tresses of hair. “See? I knew I could make you laugh if I tried hard enough.”
***
Aurora looks anything but cheerful as she stands in the training center’s open field. We both thought it would be safer out here since there aren’t any buildings around for a few safe meters.
But as the moon takes precedence in the sky, Aurora struggles to bring her magic powers forward. We’d been at it almost all day, with only faint, frail flickers of lilac light protruding from her palms before fizzling and dying out.
“This is pointless!” Aurora exclaims, her frustrated grunt followed by a tantrum when she slams fists against her thighs and rages toward the moonlit sky.
“Aurora… calm down…” I tried consoling her, but she slapped my palms away and stomped through the snow in the direction of the arena.
This isn't my first rodeo, so I don't chase her, waiting with folded arms until she comes marching back and stares despondently at the marking in the snow.
“Ready to try again?” I quip with a raised brow, but Aurora's maddened glare slices through me.
“What's the point, Elias?! It's not like I can control it!”
Shaking my head and clicking my tongue, I unfold my arms, place my hands on her shoulders, and straighten her up.
“The only thing that's holding you back is fear, Aurora. You are afraid of your power. You're afraid of realizing that you're the strongest one of us.”
I feel her turn rigid between my hands, and I decide to continue with the encouragement.
“There's no need to be afraid anymore. You are Aurora Sinclair, daughter of a werewolf, and granddaughter of a tribal witch. Remember who you are…”
Aurora takes a deep breath, then nods and curls her hands into fists.
Feeling the surge of power radiating through her, my heart slows down with anticipation, and I hold my breath with anticipation, moving back to give her the space she needs to wield her magic.
When her eyes fly open with an audible whoosh, she throws her palms open and directs them at the marked spot in the snow.
All it takes is a sigh to escape her lips for the amethyst flames to pulse out from her palms, and a giant gust of fire bursts out, hitting the mark and burning on the spot miraculously.
She gasps in awe just as a proud smirk curls my lips. I’m about to congratulate her with applause, bringing my hands together, when suddenly, she spins around and throws herself at me, flinging her arms over my neck.
“I did it!” she exclaims excitedly, the cheer in her voice warming my heart.
Grabbing her instinctively, I feel that warmth crest my lips as I hold her in my embrace. But just as I’m about to bask in the feel of her finding safety in my arms, Aurora pulls back and nervously clears her throat.
“Sorry…” she murmurs sheepishly, averting her eyes that become glossed over by the reflection of the purple flames still burning brightly on the fire as she stares that way.
“Why are you apologizing, Aurora?” I ask as I cock my head to one side, reaching out to take her trembling hand in mine.
From the way her hand becomes tense, I know exactly why she’s apologizing, even if she refuses to speak. The past still hangs over us like a dark cloud, and I refuse to let it cover the light of what this mate bond can bring.
No more tiptoeing around her. She’s not a child.
“I know exactly why you’re closed off to me, and why you can’t seem to trust me,” I admit, wanting nothing more than for her to be in my arms, free of worries and feeling safe.
“But I want you to know that what happened in the past when I…” I gulp, my inner wolf becoming remorseful.
“I rejected you…it was only because I was stupid. As the leader of this pack, I rejected everything that wasn’t powerful. I know now that I was wrong.”
Her eyes soften, glossed over with tears that she’s clearly holding back.
I decide to continue. “I thought you were weak, a frail omega who wouldn’t serve my purpose as the alpha and leader of this pack.
Besides, you were so young, and I thought that your admission was misplaced, and that you were just naive and had no idea what you were saying.
” Sighing, I realize just how wrong I was.
If anything, Aurora has proved that age means nothing, and it’s her resilience that makes her who she truly is. A brave fighter.
“But now I see that beside your powers as a witch, I discovered the true power of the mate bond, and that’s the most profound power I’ve ever felt. I want you to know that you can trust me, and I am truly sorry for what I did in the past.”
A stray tear rolls down Aurora’s cheek, and I feel compelled to comfort her, wrapping her in my arms as she remains silent. Maybe this is all she needs right now—to feel safe, to feel seen—and I don’t expect her response or for her to forgive me right now.
One thing I’m set on is giving her time, even if my inner wolf is impatient. She must know how important she is to me, realize it for the truth that it is, and open up to me in her own time.