Clarke

One Year Later

Clarke dived out of the under bush, scrabbling to her feet quickly. She knew Lexa was close behind her, she'd been chasing her for s good half an hour now, but Clarke had managed to out wit her so far. They'd started hunting, but they'd quickly become distracted once Clarke dared to nip the Alpha's tail playfully. Then it had become a game of chase. Which Clarke had been winning.

Though now she'd shifted back to human form, her naked feet pounding against the floor as she tried to fond a new hiding place. Lexa would know she'd shifted, she'd feel it, and soon the golden skinned woman too would be human once more. Clarke needed to fond a good hiding spot before that. Clarke knew they weren't alone in the forest, there were still daily patrols of the territory boarders, just in case.

No one had seen or heard anything from Nia or Emmerson. The Azgeda pack had even broken up to nothing more then mutts, trying to fond their place in other packs or one their own. The Mountain Facility had fully burnt to the ground now, nothing left but a few crumbling walls. Sometimes, during the desk do night, Clarke could still hear the crack of Emmerson's whip and the sting of its silver tips. The scars on her back hadn't all fully healed, soft pink lines criss-crossing constantly reminded the omega of her time in the hunters chains. As Clarke found her hiding spot, in the middle branches of a thick set trees, she settled down to wait, grateful that summer was fully upon them. Else her naked form would be freezing.

As she laid in wait for her mate to appear, she couldn't help but scan the Kongedakru lands. She could see the compound from her position, from the large farm house that was her sanctuary, to the scatter of nearly thirty houses that made a semi circle around it. A few months ago there had only been 15 or so houses, but since the Skikru homes had been burnt to the ground, all the wolves had moved here, building new homes and shelter for each other. The merging of the pack had gone fairly smoothly, the wolves who had tried to oppose the merge scattered to the wind, becoming Mutts too. Their leader, Charles Pike, well his remains had been burnt and buried as a traditional wolf burial, minus the headstone. He'd been a traitor after all.

Clarke's ears perked up as she heard a crunch of leaves below her, her eyes scanning the area quickly. She caught sight of her mate then, crouched low to the ground, seeking out her scent. Lexa was a thing of beauty, a mighty Alpha. She was lithe, yet muscled, toned all over. Her hair was long and wavy once down, framing her face with a dark mane, but what Clarke liked most about her, other then her peachy butt, we're the twisting tribal tattoos that wound down her back and arms. They made her stand out, marked her as an Alpha, and a powerful one at that. The thought of her power sent a shudder through Clarke's body, reminding her that Lexa was bound to her find her soon.

It was the last day of her heat, so the scent was weak, but since their bonding, Lexa had always managed to find her faster then she could hide. Clarke suspected that this time, her mate had given her a head start to hide. Clarke braced herself, ready to pounce, as Lexa's eyes rolled up to hers. The alpha grunted, standing up tall, cocking her eyebrows in a mocking way. Like she knew were Clarke had been the entire time. With a yell of triumph, Clarke launched herself into the air, planning on landing on the alpha below her and pinning her to the ground. That plan back fired when Lexa caught her with ease, laughing deeply. Clarke huffed and punched her mates shoulder lightly,

"You weren't supposed to find me," Clarke grumbled, as Lexa set her down. The Alpha's hands trailed up her sides to her front, tracing Clarke's own toned stomach, before reaching her pert breasts. The blonde breath caught for a moment as Lexa leant in to kiss the light scar at the base of her throat. She tilted her head back, enjoying the electric bolt that sparked through her from the one kiss,

"I'll always find you Princess," Lexa murmured into Clarke's skin, her hands dropping to the blondes thighs, lifting then around her waist. That's when Clarke felt Lexa's erection. Thick and thronging, pressing between her legs tightly, it send a groan tipping out of her throat as she threaded her arms tightly around Lexa's shoulders. The alpha back them up against the thick tree, her cock rubbing hotly between Clarke's slick folds. The blonde mewed softly, head throw back against the tree as Lexa assaulted her neck with kisses and bites. The tip of the Alpha's erection brushed against her clit, sending a whole new wave of pleasure through her, her wetness growing each time. Lexa shards gripped her thighs tightly, a low growl rumbling from her chest,

"Oh…God….please…Lexa…" Clarke mewed, feeling the wide head of her cock slid against her entrance. Lexa whined low, thrusting her hip upwards, her head breaching Clarke's slick sex, sliding inside with ease. The blonde gasped, revealing in the feel of Lexa's cock being within her. So wide, so thick, but all hers. The alpha gave another thrust, pinning Clarke tightly against the tree. The omega didn't care that the bark bit into her skin ever time Lexa drove into her, she didn't care that her naked butt would be scratched the hell, all she cared about was Lexa, going into her rut, slamming the thickness of herself into Clarke over and over.

She didn't care that their pack could probably hear them, again, mating like their animal counter parts in the woods. Lexa had slid into her rut, her pace fast and relentless, grunting low each time she filled Clarke to the base of her cock, her knot pushing tightly against her each time. Clarke couldn't stop herself from moaning Lexa's name each time she felt her hit that inner sweet spot, her walls griping the throbbing cock tightly, not wanting Lexa to ever leave her. Clarke wanted to be full, to be filled with the Alpha's seed, to take everything Lexa could give her. With a low moan, Clarke's orgasm splashed out around Lexa's shaft and onto her groin, a scream of the Alpha's name rolling off her tongue. Lexa moaned low as Clarke's inner walls squeezed her hard, promoting her to press Clarke hard into the tree, the fully formed knot pulsing and pushing inside with ease, Clarke's sheer slick heat making it easy to pop inside.

The mated pair cried aloud from the pressure between them, Lexa's own climax bursting within her mate, her seed filling Clarke to the brim. The omega practically collapsed against her mate, nuzzling her neck and moaning in content. All Clarke could think and hoped was maybe this time there would be pups.

Octavia and Lincoln

Octavia let out a low groan of exhaustion as she flopped onto the sofa besides her mate. Lincoln let out a low chuckled as he pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head,

"This is all your fault," she whispered, eyes closed. Lincoln huffed and nipped her ear lobe lightly,

"I think you'll find that you're their Sire, so it's technically your fault," he shot back, looking over the two sleeping pups that laid on the carpet before them. The twin offspring of Octavia and Lincoln where just over three months old and already mischievous. It had been difficult to pin point their births to start with, since Lincoln had begun showing his pregnancy within a month, but Abby Griffin had thrown herself in research on the Packs previous omega births. Abby, being a beta wolf had carried Clarke for a full term before the blonde was born. However, Abby had been unsure if the pregnancy time would be different, due to Lincoln's Omega blood.

She'd calculated the typical pregnancy time for natural wolves and compared them to human pregnancies, then werewolf pregnancies. But once Lincoln hit the seven month mark and showed no signs of dropping, even when he shifted to wolf, Dr Griffin predicted they'd go to full term. Until they realized he was having twins. His last scan showed that the smaller of the two, the boy, was having trouble getting oxygen due to his sister being much larger. Lincoln now supported a pink puckered scar across his midriff from the emergency c-section. But thankfully, both pups had been born, healthy. If not a little odd sized.

Their boy, Abraham, was a good two inches smaller then his sister, Juniper. Yet they both supported the appetite of small beasts. Even now, at three months old, they were developing a lot faster then anyone could have predicted. Juniper had already began crawling, while her brother usually grabbed at her foot, happy to be dragged behind her. Today had been an eventful day, seeing Juniper pull herself to a standing position, on Abrahams head, while the boy simply gurgled and made odd laughing like noises. But now they slept, giving their parents time to rest and finally have a moment to breath,

"I'm not taking all the blame here Linc, they are half yours!" Octavia protested in a whisper, not quite ready to have the twins reawaken just yet. She nuzzled at Lincoln neck, pressing a soft kiss to his bond mark. With nothing but a slight rustling of clothing, Octavia maneuvered her way onto Lincoln's lap, pressing kisses against hos neck and face as she did. The time for his last three heats had been and gone without a flare of the usual scent, much to Octavia's annoyance. She was pent up, frustrated and eager to be one with her mate. Neither of them knew why his heats hadn't flared up like usual, but they laid blame on being so soon out of pregnancy. The grip Lincoln locked onto Octavia's ass only signified that he too, was just as frustrated. As their lips met in a heated kiss, Octavia felt s buzz of lust flush through her. Her groin ached and throbbed, the first tell tale signs of her presenting her alpha form, she could already feel Lincoln's own shaft beginning to grow beneath her lap. They could have a stolen moment of passion, they longed for it, but it seemed now wasn't the time,

"They finally sleep," Clarke's voice washed over the two as she crept into the lounge, a warm, sarnies smile on her face. Octavia torn her lips from Lincoln's, shooting her alpha a glare,

"Shhhh!" she hissed, frowning hard. Clarke held her hands up in a sorry, tip toeing through the lounge area. Stepping over toys and games that the twins had left screwing around the room. Rather then taking residence in one of the newly built pack homes, Octavia and Lincoln had agreed with their Alpha's to stay in the farm house, for better protection for the new borns. With Nia still unaccounted for, Lexa had reasoned that they shouldn't give her reason to come hunting for the pups. They were, after all, the first born from an omega since the alpha herself.

"Has Bellamy returned yet?" Clarke whispered, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs furthest away from the pups. The blonde omega eyed them with a look of jealousy. Octavia dismounted from Lincoln and shook her head,

"I haven't heard anything since last month," she muttered, watching Juniper roll over in her sleep, her little fat legs kicking as she dreamt. Bellamy had been sent to the Floukru just before Octavia and Lincoln's wedding. He'd gone as an emissary to propose another merge of Packs. Luna was the alpha to the Floukru and had just as much reason to hate Nia as Lexa did. Costia, Lexa's mother, had been Luna's own flesh and blood, murdered by Nia because she'd birthed Lexa.

Bellamy's last check in had been to say Luna had agreed to join the Kongedakru and would be visiting soon. He'd never specified when. They could arrive any day now, but no one was the wiser of when. A small cough came from the direction Clarke had first arrive, making them all aware of Lexa's presence. The alpha scanned the sleeping pups for a moment, a small smiled creeping on her face. Octavia beamed, the alpha had been joyous when they'd been born, cooing over them and playing with their tiny feet and hands in a way that was something no-one had ever seen. Even now, Octavia could see the alpha was itching to wake the pups and play with them,

"They'll be awake soon alpha, then they're all yours," Lincoln whispered with a smirk. Lexa glared at him, her cheeks flushed. Lincoln grinned, knowing full well he shouldn't be teasing the Alpha, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.

"Clarke, I believe we were half way through a discussion before the run?" Lexa whispered, turning her eyes to the other omega in the room. Lincoln and Octavia both turned their eyes to the blonde, smirking identically. Clarke shifted on the leather seat slightly. The parents had heard the two arguing in the study, before Clarke had stormed out, already stripping from her clothes about two hours earlier. Octavia had bet Lincoln five dollars that the blonde planned on distracting the alpha to try and forget the argument, it looked like Octavia had won. As the Alpha's moved from the lounge back to the study, the door closing sharply behind then, Octavia laughed loudly,

"You owe me five bucks daddy!" behind her Juniper awoke with a shrill cry. Her little arms and legs flailing in the air,

"And you have a dirty diaper to change!'