The wolf, old gods and the new

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Thanks for this request! @Patricks_Gay_Fedora

Warnings: Smut, werewolf au, alpha omega relationship, knotting kink, cross dressing

Also, I've never read a knotting fanfic before so I probably don't have the facts and details right in this one, but I hope that it's still somewhat okay.

Kellin's POV:
It's been over a year now since my alpha and I had found each other. Or maybe I should express it as, since he found me. He had been able to feel my scent so strongly that he could feel it from miles away. And since the first time we had met had been while being in the woods together all alone, he didn't bother hiding his lust from me.

Ever since we met, I have been living with Vic as I moved in with him as soon as hr had found me. The first few weeks I was constantly nervous around him. He is an alpha, the most dominant kind of werewolf, whereas I'm an omega. I'm the one ranked the lowest in society and from most people's view, I only exist to be bred. After he had found me I wasn't immediately comfortable with being around him. I was still a virgin before I met him, which I knew he could feel on my scent.

Eventually he had gotten tired of waiting, pushing me into finally letting him have me. That time, he was rather gentle with me, but tears were still brought to my eyes as he was so much bigger than I had been ready for.

Since that time, he hasn't been gentle with me once. As an alpha, it comes naturally for Vic to be sexually aggressive and it's nothing unusual that an alpha treats their omega practically like a sex slave, even after marriage.

But I still love him, as the two of us belong together. No matter if he touches me when I don't really want him to and no matter if he has purposely hurt me during sex before, I will always love him. Even if he has teared me apart and caused me to bleed when pulling out too soon before shrinking back completely to his normal size, then later fucked me the next day and hurt me even more, I still love him and I know that he actually loves me more than anything.

I know that my alpha would never hurt me in a way that isn't sexual, and I know he would never let anyone else lay a finger on me, as he constantly reminds me that it's my destiny to be bred, but only by him.

The only thing is, I actually can't be bred. I can't actually carry a child because of an operation I had to have as a child where something didn't work out the way it was supposed to. This is something I was scared Vic wouldn't be happy with, but he has never showed me any sign of being upset about it. My guess is that he's satisfied as long as he can just have me.

My alpha is at his work as of right now, and he is the only one of us who works. In the society we live in, it's very frowned upon that an omega shall work. We're supposed to stay at home, take care of the house and be ready to at all times please our alphas.

I've spent the majority of the day cleaning the house as some days had passed since I had done so. Now as I've finished, I spot what time it is and I realize that I should hurry up and take a shower before changing into different clothes.

My alpha is very strict when it comes to clothing and I'm far from allowed to wear whatever I would like to. Although, I don't mind too much as I always like the clothing he picks out for me.

The only time I am allowed to wear what I want is when doing chores around the house, such as cleaning and therefore I'm only wearing one of Vic's t-shirts that's too big for me and a pair of his briefs, since I don't own any ones myself and they're much more comfortable to wear while cleaning compared to panties.

I rush into the bathroom, throwing the clothes into the laundry bin before I get into the shower. I let the warm water pour over me, dripping down my pale skin as I wash myself, getting the thin layer of sweat that was covering my body away.

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