Aurelia
Beneath the cloak of a frosty night, I unleashed Cellaria, our skin shedding to reveal glossy fur, silver like my hair. I threw back my head, Cellaria's howl renting the night, rallying the moonlit pack at my heels. Her fury sparked my need, inciting a challenge, a mischievous grin dancing in my fangs. I would find him.
Moonlight cast Cellaria's shadow larger across the forest floor as we sniffed the air, her senses amplifying, my body trembling with idling power. The scent of Deers coursing across the forest was barely a hint, our focus sharp on the tale. Hours melted as we scoured the woods. My breath misted, the cold air nipping my tail and nose. Impossibly, through the crisp moonlit forest, her nose flared.
Cellaria's ears stood on end, her growl softening, deepening. A scent, faint, yet oh so delectable. The corner of her mouth twitched, her swift pace closing in on the trace. The foliage parted, revealing an aromatic glade. Bathed in silver moonlight, Elian, still in his human form, stood over a small, roaring fire, his head bowed, his long honey blonde hair draped over his face.
I had caught my prey. I could vault over trees and crags, pounce without a sound. Cellaria, though, was staying my hand, holding her breath, letting the thrill of the chase course through our veins. I transformed mid-stride, the agile wolf becoming an athletic woman. Silent, crouched, eyes glinting, watching him. He hadn't noticed, didn't hear.
My nipples tautened as the cold air kissed them, my heaving breath clouding faintly against the crisp moonlit night. Captivated, I watched, lapping in his scent, heavy with a masculine potency that was uniquely Elian. My legs tensed, drawn to him, but I held my ground, my eyes piercing over the distance between us. My wolf was prowling, she wanted to run, to spook him. But something urged caution.
Cellaria, her voice a low rumble in my mind, probed my resolve. "Don't get closer" she commanded. I arched a brow, considering her words. But, the distance between us was eating at me, every fiber craving his scent. Yet, my body heeded Cellaria's counsel. His back, still turned, masked his expression. His scent, however, betrayed his nerves. It was an aphrodisiac.
Suddenly, the scent grew stronger, a wall of opulence slamming into me, incensing my wolf. Cellaria roared within, charging against my resistance, my tenuous control. My toes grazed the forest floor as I pitched forward, determined yet undone. My breath shook, my head swimming. His scent was ensnaring, intoxicating, and my knees buckled.
My heart pounded in my chest, my control unraveling like a ribbon. Elian's scent poured over me, a heady musk that made my mouth water. My knees buckled, and time slowed as I felt myself falling. A body met mine, warm and hard, and I inhaled sharply, recognizing his touch. His scent, oh God, his scent. Musk and magic, something ancient and wild. It engulfed my senses, my mind fuzzy, my lips parting on a sigh.
Elian's hands on my waist steadied me, his heat tender on my cold flesh. His gaze was steady, but his nostrils flared, sensing the beast within me, fighting for dominance. He guided me to sit by the fire, his soothing hands ensuring my safety. My body yielded, shivering, eyes locked onto the pulse in his throat. "What are you doing to me?" I breathed, my voice a low growl. "You're playing with fire, Elian."
"It's helping you" Elian said softly, "calming you." His fingers, long and elegant, barely a whisper on my skin, coaxing the wild beast inside me to lay low. I bit my lip, my body vibrating, mind spinning. He trusted me enough to be this close. "What are you?" My voice was hoarse, the wolf screaming in my ears. "You're not a beta, nor an alpha." Elian's gaze lowered, hiding from me. "I... I'm different."
"Are you...?" I asked, heartbeat pounding in my ears. His gaze crept back to my eyes, revealing the truth before he could speak. Not in his scent, but in those eyes, shimmering like a resurrected ancient. "You're the last of them" I whispered, awe filling me. "An Omega," I breathed, my chest swelling. My eyes met his. "How is that possible?" I was all at once both reverent and intrigued, my lips craving to taste the secret.
Elian's scent was overpowering, an intoxicating mix of musk and citrus that made my head swim. The fire crackled, casting shadows over his face. "What do you want from me, Aurelia?" His eyes searched my face, the flames reflecting in their depths. My lips parted, my mind clouded. "I want" I trailed off, my heart pounding, my breath ragged. I stifled a groan. "I can't resist you."
Elian stood, his back,collar stiff, glinting in the firelight. "You want to claim me like the others," he challenged, eyes flashing. "Mark me as yours, hmm?" The heat of the flames caressed my back, his scent swirled around me, a hypnotic dance of odors, a siren's song that stirred Cellaria within. My body ached, and not just from the chase; it yearned for his flesh, his scent, his soul.
Elian's move was deliberate, measured, his breath ragged with the tension. My gaze just skittered over his body, tall, lithe, those broad shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist. His scent was intoxicating, enticing me near like a dangerous liquid heat. I swallowed, feeling Cellaria rising, her eyes glowing, her attentiveness focused on her coveted prize. "Stop" I ordered, my voice a low growl. "Don't test me, Elian."
Elian's eyes glinted defiance, his lips curling into a snarl. "Let me go" he commanded, his voice resonating with a power that startled me. I blinked, the world momentarily tilting. His scent, already overwhelming, surged now, a heady bouquet that stoked the embers in my body. He didn't give me time to recover. He spun on his heel and dashed away, his slim silhouette swallowed by the night.
My heart kicked against my ribs, immediately engaged in the new challenge. poursuing Elian through the forest, I needed to capture him. His scent led me like a tether, my body charged with lust and hunting instinct. The chase was awesome and thrilling, each heartbeat throbbing in my ears, each breath rasping. As I leapt, he glanced back, eyes wide. A chilling, throaty laugh escaped me, full of the power I harbored.
With a sudden stumble, Elian's foot caught a gnarled root, sending him hurling face-first into the pine needles. Seizing the opportunity, I pounced, throwing myself at him. My nails dug into his shoulders, holding him down, and I felt the first prickle of victory zing through me.
Elian's body trembled under mine, a predator caught in a trap. My heart thudded, racing with primal pleasures. Kneeling over him, I grabbed his hair, tilting his head back, revealing. "Gotcha." I murmured, lowering my lips to his ear, my breath fanning, "No more running, little elf." His breath hitched, his eyes blazing, desire etched in his features.
"You're mine now, Omega" I whispered, my eyes gleaming. His scent poured over me, my lips tingling with the desire to capture his musk. My knees clamped his hips, leaving my head swimming. "I.. I can't resist you." "But Aurelia." His hanno trembled, "Don't-you dare mark me."
My breath faltered, "You forget your place, Omega" I snarled, eyes flashing with an unquenchable hunger. His resistance was a mere stoking of my lust. My lips claimed his, rough, demanding, my teeth nipping at his lips, claiming, possessing. The taste of him was a fierce musk, igniting Cellaria, sending her pulse racing. He tasted like a storm, raw, unchained, and powerful. And he was mine.
Elian's hands shot up, his arms strong as he pushed me off him. I landed on my back, the shock stealing my breath. Before I could recover, Elian leapt to his feet, tearing himself away. He turned, and a howl tore from his throat, shock shaking me. It rang in my ears, drowning me in a cacophony. I stared, mouth agape. "What are you?" I managed in a whispered growl. But he didn't answer.
I watched him bolt, like a phantom vanishing into the night, leaving me in a haze of bewildering questions. Closing my eyes, I leaned back against a tree, the world spinning away. His scent, however, lingered, a whirlwind in my nostrils, sending my heart drumming with potent yearning. He was right. He wasn't what I expected. But I wasn't what he expected either.
Cellaria, in my mind, was a ferocious rumble, an anger-laden growl resonating through my bones. "Enough!" Her snarl echoed within my skull, the repercussions of our mistake rippling through every fiber. "He's escaped you again. It's clear your heart clouds your judgment, Alpha." Her eyes glowered, reflecting my own mortification. "He's not a prey to be toyed with, I am Cellaria, born to the power of predation."