Yesterday had been a lot for my alpha. I knew that. I couldn't help but trace his jaw as he slept. He looked so serious in his sleep, so worried. I wish I knew what was troubling him. I knew he was excited to read and it was going to be so much fun learning about food. I was excited to share that with him. Now though, looking at the frown on his face while he slept, I knew something was wrong.

I nearly cried when I thought I had overwhelmed my alpha at the farmer's market, making him think that I thought he was dumb. I almost sobbed right along with him, but I needed to tell him that he wasn't dumb. That he was still learning and I would never leave his side. He was my alpha. We had only known each other for a little over a month, but he was my destined soul mate. I loved him. It would take me a little while for the words to leave my mouth, but I already felt them in my heart. Every day the feeling would grow just a little bit more for my alpha.

Someone was in our house while we had gone into town! I knew my mate knew who they were, having hidden both of us while that car went down the dirt road. I had curled my lip for a solid hour, trying to air out the house from whoever's scent was still lingering. My mate had started a fire and had shuffled me off to bed, neither of us talking about what had just happened.

I carded my fingers through his dark hair, a smile tugging at my lips at how uneven it was in some places. My mate was devastatingly handsome regardless, it almost wasn't fair. Sunlight had started to peek through the bedroom window, making me sigh. I slowly started to kiss my alpha, knowing he liked to wake early to find and chop wood. He would get particularly grouchy if he had a late start.

A rumble slowly left his chest, his warm lips pressing against mine suddenly. I smiled happily, our tongues suddenly dancing together. I couldn't stop my moan from leaving me if I tried, my alpha caging me beneath him. Our scents slowly combined between us, saturating the sheets we were on. We chased each others breaths, never wishing for our lips to part. I dragged my knee up the side of his thigh, suddenly feeling his hand brushing the skin of my leg. His fingers skirted up the inside of my thigh, my breath hitching and my heart pounding. His thumb outlined my member through my underwear, the only clothing either of us had worn to bed.

My back arched, gasping out a breath, my head rolling back. Electricity ripped through my body, my legs quivering in anticipation. I knew my alpha was watching me, my eyes having squeezed shut. His thumb dragged across my entire length, slower this time, making me whimper. His hand had pulled away, my eyes snapping open to see my mate's chest heaving in breaths. His scent was intoxicating. His eye was pulsing golden and I was entranced. I whined low, rolling my hips up for him to touch. I had never felt something like this before. This pleasure. The want. The need.

Alpha ripped my underwear off, the cloth tearing easily at his strength. His eye traced down my body, memorizing every curve, every mark. He licked his lips, his hand gripping my length, my hips jerking up on their own in reaction. He slowly moved his hand up and down, my own chest heaving.

"Callan," I breathed, rocking my hips in time with his hand. I could scent how aroused both of us were. My eyes widened, the impossible happening. For as long as I could remember, the only one who had any decency to me in my old pack was the doctor. She had told me I was lucky I could not produce slick. Being in places omegas did not feel safe, or were hurt or scared, prevented it. Even when I had barely been on the cusp of heat, having stolen suppressants from her, only a trickle had ever left me. Alphas who had gotten too handsy had made me bleed, snarling in upset that I could not produce slick yet. It was not for them, and so I prayed to never have it.

Until now. My body was going haywire. My mate's aroused scent was blanketing me. It was hot and exciting my omega biology. Callan's hand was warm and callused, goosebumps erupting over my skin when he pressed against my tip. I could hardly breathe, grasping the sheets above my head until my knuckles turned white.

My green eyes met his gold. I saw his nose flare for a moment, cocking his head, looking down where his hand was. I could feel my flush run down to the top of my shoulders, knowing my body was currently limp and unable to get away from the pleasuring hand of my mate. He had hunched over my lower half, his fingers running into the clear fluid leaking from my tip. With a heave of his other hand on my hip, he hiked my hips up. It forced me to put one of my legs over his shoulder.

"C-Callan!" I gasped, his hot breath brushing against my pink bud. My eyes suddenly fluttered down on their own, my cheeks growing even warmer, feeling myself drip from there. I had never been so wet in my life, my thighs quivering. Now alpha was between my legs. A drop of my dew had slid down my thigh. I felt his warm tongue give an intrigued taste, a rumble shaking his body that had my belly tighten. His tongue was suddenly there, against my entrance, and licked.

I shouted in pleasure, pressing myself against his tongue that was tasting every inch that it could reach. I was a near sobbing mess, clawing at the sheets around me. My head thrashing against the pillow, the naughty sound of his mouth against the wet of my hole. Slurping and sucking and pressing against spots inside of me that lit up stars behind my eyes.

"Alpha, Alpha! Oh! There, there, Alpha!" My voice hitching higher, my toes curling and legs jerking. Alpha suddenly growled, making a rumble vibrate deep into my core and everything went white.

"Yes! Oh yes!" My voice cried out, my slick spilling onto my mate's tongue, spurting my seed onto my belly. My hips had nowhere to go but press against his hot mouth as I rode out my pleasure. My leg slipped off his shoulder, my chest heaving as I opened my blown green eyes. My mate was stroking himself, growling low and grunting. His gold eye was still looking at me, licking the wet on his lips. My heart pounded behind my ribs as I flailed onto all fours, crawling towards him. The bed was indeed small for both of us, Callan having stood off the bed with one leg, while his knee rested on the mattress. I felt the wet run down my legs at the unhindered scent of alpha hitting me in the face. The musk of his scent and the white fluid leaking from his tip. He was hurrying the pace of his hand, but the urge in me to taste was overwhelming. A bead of his seed stuck to his tip and I tasted. Alpha and bitter salt coated on my tongue.

Callan let out a snarl, my hand joining his, gently sucking on his tip. Callan's hand suddenly gripped my hair, pulling me away quickly as his seed burst from him in a thick white ribbon. Callan was breathing hard, his gold eye bright. He stroked my cheek with the back of his finger, making me croon and lean up to wrap my arms around his neck.

I could taste the remnants of my slick on his tongue but his own taste was overpowering mine.

"Omega okay?" Callan's voice an even deeper octave than usual. My head felt as light as air, nodding slowly. I traced my finger over his lip, my alpha hiking me up so I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me to the shower and we were both absolutely squished in there. I was a giggling mess until my mate carefully made sure I was cleaned off with water at least. We dried off with the lone towel, both of us pulling out some of the new clothes we had bought yesterday.

Callan had started cooking the usual potatoes and onions in the one pan we had, as I watched him from the dining room. I had both my hands holding my head up, elbows propped on the table. I nearly swooned at his muscles rippling through his shirt as he moved about. He wasn't going to bother touching the food we bought yesterday, but that was okay. I had a plan for that later.

"So," I said, hearing him hum, letting me know he was listening, "what was that this morning?"

Callan froze for a second, shoulders bunching, seeming to continue stirring the potatoes and onion after a moment. His head drooped a little and I nearly gushed from seeing the tips of his ears turn red.

"Omega didn't like?" Callan whispered making me nearly jerk out of my seat, calming myself down.

"You know I did. I liked it a lot. My alpha's touch. Always want my alpha," I said as gently as possible, his gold eye peeking at me, snapping his head back to the pan. I nearly giggled at his antics.

"Grandfather explained, er, what happens. To, uh, males in the morning sometimes," Callan's words mushing together from how nervous he was. I furrowed my brows for a second, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing. He was talking about morning wood! I pressed my hand to my mouth so my alpha wouldn't get any more embarrassed.

"Since mate is male too, thought-" Callan turning off the burner to the stove, "wanted to touch. Wanted to feel mate. If body does same as mine."

I quietly walked closer and closer to him as he spoke, wrapping my hands around his middle, resting my cheek against his back.

"And?" I whispered, my own cheeks heating up.

"Does same, except," Callan's voice growing very deep, "what was it? Was sweet and- don't know how to say."

I buried my face against his back, feeling his head turn as if to look at me without undoing my hold around him.

"It's called slick, my alpha. To help when we mate. It comes when my alpha was doing what he did before. It will happen when my heat starts and stay until it is over," I said, feeling him undo my hold so he could hug me to him instead.

"Yes, Grandfather sort of told about slick. Said was to help not hurt omega," Callan said. I peeked my green eyes up at him, seeing his half lidded gaze.

"I like," my alpha's voice a rumble, going deep into my chest. My scent uncontrollably left me, my alpha's pupil blowing wide at it. I bit my lip, my alpha moving a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"We, we can do that whenever you like," I choked out, pulling away from his hold to grab a plate of onions and potato.

"And whenever omega likes," Callan said. Butterflies erupted in my belly as I nodded, ducking my head as a smile broke across my face. When we finished breakfast, I knew my alpha was going to leave soon to chop wood which would let me plan for the rest of the day once he was done.

"Alpha, Callan," I said, grabbing his hand as he removed his shirt to go outside. A habit I knew he had grown with since he hadn't had clothes that fit him before. I had to get this off my chest. I wanted my alpha to know.

"Omega? What is wrong?" Callan asked with worry, cupping my cheek.

"I, I must tell you something. About my... slick," I whispered. Callan flushed, but nodded, waiting for me to speak.

"You, my alpha, you are the only one who has ever had my slick," I said. Callan's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You are the only one who has touched and given me pleasure like this morning. No one has ever had me that way. In my old pack I-I told you I was dirty," I whispered, feeling tears prick my eyes. I saw something click in my alpha's amber eye, his lips turning down into a frown.

"When an omega is hurt, or scared, or don't feel safe, they don't produce slick. I wanted to save my slick and my innocence for you. I was trying so hard, my alpha. Even when they hurt me or forced their touch on me, or forced me to touch them, I fought them so hard. I did not want them. I didn't want their touch. I just, I wanted you to know that," I finished lamely, feeling my eyes had become glassy.

"Omega not dirty. Did not want. It's okay. Still my omega," Callan said, cradling my cheeks in his hands, nuzzling his nose against mine. I knew he meant that, I just needed to hear it. To hear him say I wasn't dirty.

"What is innocence? Omega has used word before," Callan asked. I flushed brightly, shyly looking through my lashes at him.

"Your Grandfather told you about mating right? How it works?" I asked. Callan nodded.

"No one has been inside me, my alpha. No other wolf," I whispered, placing my hand on his thick member through his pants feeling his hips jerk and for the muscle to twitch in interest under my hand. I pulled away my hand quickly, fiddling with the bottom of my shirt.

"Oh," Callan's voice such a timber that my heart was thudding. His scent went from entirely aroused to angry that I nearly had whiplash.

"They tried to-" Callan snarling angrily, making me hug him to me.

"They did, but they did not succeed. It did not happen my alpha. That is why they hurt me. Hit me. Locked me away and gave me no food. I did not want them inside me and I would not submit to them," I said.

"Submit?" Callan asked through gritted teeth. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck to him, whispering the word submit. A growl so strong shook the house, making me lean up to nuzzle any part of my alpha I could reach. His chest was heaving from his anger. I was rubbing soothing circles into his back until it returned back down to normal.

"I am sorry, omega."

"For what my alpha? It is okay to be angry. I was angry for a long time," I said. Callan only shook his head, hugging me to him.

"Hurt so much. Wish could have saved. Big and strong. Supposed to protect omega. Protect mate," Callan said, looking so upset.

"Oh my alpha," I whispered, cupping his cheeks.

"I am here now, with you. You keep me safe and happy and warm. I would never want to be anywhere else. I only wanted to tell you so you understand why it is special to me. That I will only give you my slick and my body, my innocence. Only you my alpha. You are my mate," I said, Callan slowly smiling at me, rubbing his forehead against mine.

"Now go chop wood so we can have fun later with the food and read," I said, Callan pulling back, giving me a megawatt smile.

"Happy to read!"

I laughed at his words, getting on my tip toes so I could kiss him warmly, feeling his hand cup the back of my neck. We separated slowly, making me smile as his massive figure left the front door. I hugged myself, smiling loopily. My heart felt full. I felt complete. Like everything good I had dreamed about was finally coming true. It was hard work and I was scared, but it was worth it. It was worth every second.

I had to get started on my plan before he came back!

☆

How could anyone thwack hurt my thwack sweet and small and thwack soft and pretty omega THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I'll rip their spines from their throats if I see hide or hair of them.

☆

I was pacing a rut into the wood floor by now. It had gotten much later in the day and alpha still wasn't back yet. The sun had lowered in the sky but it would be hours still until sunset. Alpha was usually back by now, at least chopping the wood in front of the house. I had everything set up for today. We were going to start with fruit since some of them would go bad faster than the vegetables. Then I decided to make something different for dinner and see if alpha liked it or not. I had squished everything I wanted to on the small dining room table. I looked out the window again continuing my pacing.

I was biting my lip and wringing my hands, my heart squeezing in my chest. Was alpha mad at me? Was it my words? I just wanted him to know he was worth saving my innocence for. I whined low in my throat, dropping my face into my hands.

I heard a small thump against the wall of the house, nearly running to the door. My mate had opened it before I could. He blinked a few times at me, setting the wood down quickly by the fireplace. I promptly jumped on him, holding him tight.

"Omega?" He asked. I only buried my nose against his scent gland, feeling my heart slowly ease in my chest.

"Missed you," I whispered, I realized. Callan chuckled softly, rubbing my back.

"Take shower, be right back pretty," Callan said, giving me a soft kiss. I felt almost all the tension leave me when he did that, making me hurry back to the dining room to make sure everything was near perfect. I was going to make this special for Callan!

I quickly walked back to the living room, knowing if I did anymore in the dining room I was going to reorganize things for the umpteenth time. I stacked the logs in the fireplace, how I had seen Callan do before, making sure it was ready to start by the time it got a bit cooler in the house. I heard Callan mumbling something to himself, hearing his shopping bag crinkle. I wondered what he was saying, feeling my stomach flip flop. He was in a pair of boxers I had bought for him and a gray t-shirt that showed off his arms. My mouth watered at the sight, my mate smirking at me.

I flushed brightly, realizing that my scent was leaving me.

"Pretty omega likes?" Callan asked, making my cheeks nearly burst. My mean alpha was making fun of me. I pouted up at him, Callan holding me against him. He hunched down, pressing his lips to mine. I sighed out happily, tangling my fingers into his damp hair.

"Ready for some fun and learning Cal?"

"That is second time you said that," Callan said, running his thumb gently on my bottom lip. I cocked my head at him.

"You called me Cal. Why?"

"Sometimes, when you shorten someone's name, it's usually from someone who is close to you. Like a friend, family, your mate. It's a nickname. Do you not like it?" I asked, Callan seeming to think it over.

"Is okay. Like whatever omega calls me," Callan seemed to decide making me laugh.

"Even when I call you soft alpha?"

Callan scowled at me, pinching my tush. I squealed at that, shoving him. Which literally did nothing. Like hitting a wall. Callan laughed, picking me up so I was easily looking over his head.

"To the dining room my alpha! I'm teaching you about fruit today," I said. Callan nodded, carrying me to the dining room. He seemed to freeze once seeing the table. He looked at me curiously, deciding to sit in the chair with me on his lap.

I had found some paper and wrote what each fruit was so Callan would know how to read it and spell it.

"If you read it right, you get to eat it," I smiled, rubbing my nose against his. Callan huffed out a breath.

We started with bananas, apples, and pears. I sliced up the larger fruit in case my alpha didn't like it. He was fine with berries, though he really did not like having to work around the pit in the cherries. The banana was okay, apples were great along with pears. He wasn't a fan of the fig, dragonfruit, kiwi or apricot. He liked the plums, oranges, and grapefruit. I left the other fruits that I had bought two of on the counter for tomorrow for us to enjoy and half of the berries in the fridge.

"My alpha, I told you before that meat was savory. It makes meat, well, meat."

Callan nodded, popping another few blueberries into his mouth that were left on the table.

"And fruit is-"

"Sweet!" Callan smiled, rubbing his forehead against mine, "like pretty omega."

I flushed at his words, hurriedly picking up the lemon I had cut into sections.