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*WARNING. TRIGGERS INVOLVING DEATH/GORE. This is a very emotionally strong piece, if you're triggered by violent content and death, please do not read. *

Fate of the Duel : Chapter 4

As the days settled into weeks, Alastar's leg begun to heal. Though that's not to say he didn't often gain new sets of bruises and scars, the relative peace for the pack meant that the more... aggressive of wolves had little to take their anger out upon. The leash and collar were never removed, not that anyone tried, not even Alastar. He feared what might happen if he removed it.

He tried to spend as much time as he could in the Alpha's den, his Alpha Iemyr was the only wolf who provided him true comfort, not the condescending kind like Alia, but true, true comfort. Even if it was in his own twisted way. Over the weeks he couldn't deny he had developed a strong affection. He had even once resorted in staying in the den a whole twenty-four hour cycle, waiting patiently for his Alpha to return, his heart fluttering with enjoyment from every command and word his voice spoke, every pet... He craved his affection and was worryingly... comforted by his stern strictness and occasional hurt he brought.

But as of late, with the rainy season drawing near, there was a great unrest in his pack and Iemyr had ordered him out of the den whenever he was absent on patrols or hunts, leaving Alastar to wonder around the pack den, trying to find a single wolf that might offer something similar the comfort and shelter that his Alpha provided, but it somehow felt like no such wolf existed.

Black was far too harsh, and cruel. It seemed he had not an affectionate bone in his body, calling him 'it' and treating him like an object since the moment he had arrived in the pack.

There was his sister, Alia, but she was far too... Dismissive. She was nice, often in a condescending way, but she didn't have the initiative his Alpha. He couldn't believe it sometimes. She was probably the nicest wolf in the pack, but she saw him as an object, similar to how her brother dark did and she just... Didn't make him feel 'special' in the same way that Iemyr did.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, the roars of thunder echoing through the trees, the river's banks bursting with muddy opaque water. Rainy season had begun, and the eastern territory was swarmed with water. The wolf's dens were flooded, making sleeping tough and hunting tougher. What's more, the water eroded the natural scent barriers which marked the territory, meaning the pack had to work overtime to patrol the borders. Scouts reporting foxes, bears and even other wolves trespassing on their territory.

Not wanting his property to wonder far, yet still wanting him to be available, Iemyr had taken to fastening the leash through a tree not too far from the den grounds and leaving Alastar waiting in the soaking wet rain for hours on end until some wolf or another took his leash. Although he was expecting to be used, lately none of the wolves had the energy, most of them, even the coldest like Black, merely deciding to use him as a pillow to keep their wet, damp dens just a little warmer and cosier. But today, no such wolf came.

It had been at least three hours since Iemyr had left his leash fastened to the tree. Alastar tried to rest and sleep as much as he could, the fresh scent of rain and woodland was pleasant, and today despite the rain, it was mild and warm. He lowered his toothless maw into his paws, he could hardly remember what it was like to bite into something. His jaws had long since gone weak, losing the muscle to sink his teeth into pelt, leaving him with just his claws, claws which, his Alpha teasingly tugged at, making comments about how nice it would be to feel those paws pads and feel nothing but soft flesh, his claws removed permanently one by one. He shuddered at the thought and cringed at the fact on some level, the idea was somewhat... Appealing. Not the pain, no no no. But the After effect of being his Alpha's defenceless omega. Truly something unique and special to be treasured forever.

Through the lashing rain and howling wind. Alastar thought he saw the figure of a wolf. His eyes strained, but he couldn't make out who it was. It was fuzzy, distorted, their scent out of range, their eyes had not yet met his.

Alastar stood up, sniffing deeply into the humid wet air to try and catch a scent. Nothing. But the figure kept moving, moving. Not yet paying him any attention. It moved a little more, not towards him, but around him, and when the wolf was firmly downwind Alastar caught a scent which pierced deep into the back of his mind. Alina. His birth mother and member of the western pack. He could hardly believe it.

But then, the figure stopped and made eye contact. They spent a few seconds, intensely staring until suddenly, the wolf turned and ran. He was upwind, and so, there would be know way for her to tell that it was his scent, the scent of her own son.

Alastar whined loudly, but the figure was gone, out of sight, buried in a haze of rain and foliage. But Alastar pulled against his leash with renewed vigour. The whole time, it seemed Iemyr had only lightly wrapped the leash around the root. It wasn't tied securely or fastened down; it was more symbolic as the omega knew the consequences for running away. Or so it Iemyr thought.

The appearance of his mother brought a new comfort figure in the Omega's mind, and so, he had no issue pulling and soon yanking the leash free. Quickly, he set out chasing his mother, lowering his maw to the ground to try and get a scent among the splashing rain, paws occasionally slipping. He tried to run but had to be careful as the leash trailed behind him, easily getting caught and trapped among leaves and foliage alike.

Although she had a head start, the scent became stronger and stronger. Then, more scents joined. Forne, his old beta. Serenia, his sister and a skilled hunter. The omega's tail raised high, his eyes watered at the thought of seeing her again, his heart thumped and thumped. Her mother had always been a giver of affection.

His paws neared what looked like a den entrance, only it went down into the earth, the scent of his own family coming strong. He sniffed and sniffed again, leaning into the hole. Water flowed freely into it, if the weather kept up, it would surely flood. One paw in front of the other, he tried to call out. "Hello? M-mother?" He called out. No reply came back. The omega leaned forward, taking a deep breath, ready to let out a loud yell. When. Suddenly, his paws slipped.

His purple forelegs were caked in mud as they flailed wildly, but they could not find a grip, instead they slid, the folf falling until his collar snagged on a root which had been unveiled due to the constant rainfall. The sudden tension yanked the wolf, the collar tightly stopping his decent. Though now, with his whole body leaning on his neck, he suddenly found it hard to breath.

Rolling around, he gripped a paw in the dirt, pushing against it with all his might, but it was like trying to swim in a lake of sticky tar, with water and wind constantly rushing down against the folf's face, pushing him down. What little breaths he were able to get in, were choked from water plashing into his maw, dirt clinging to his throat making him want to cough. His cheeks were starting to turn red from the lack of air... With no other choice he started to tug with all of his might against the tree root.

Determined to live, he gasped widely, his maw covered in water, his throat choked, his head going foggy. He tugged again, and again, and again until finally the root eased up, allowing the leash to slip free from its grasp. But, before Alastar could get a grasp it, he found himself sliding, falling deeper and deeper into the hole.

His maw opened to take a breath of air, coughing up muddy, dirty water from his lungs. His chest felt like it was on fire, his vision blurry, still adjusting to the dark. But he could smell family. The scent firing off deep, emotional neurons in the back of his brain, his chest going fuzzy and warm with the aching desire to be with, and beside, his former packmates. He crawled forward, pulling himself shakenly onto all fours...

"Oh Alastar... What have they done to you." A soft voice called, within moments, a female wolf of reddish pinks came forward. Her eyes carried the same shade of light blue as Alastar's. Alina. She raised a paw towards his maw and Alastar all but melted into her touch, wanting to feel like a pup once again. Wanted to be comforted. But his mother was more interested in examining him, looking over just exactly what this monstrous, evil, sadistic pack had done to her pup. She saw his teeth were missing and nearly wept.

"I knew I should have never allowed Vadim to use you as a bargaining chip... I should have argued... My pup..." She pushed her maw against his side, licking at his maw, Alastar's tail wagging. It felt like a dream.

Though the dream was soon broken into reality as a large paw slammed down onto his shoulder, pushing him over and pinning him down against the wet, water-logged den floor.

"You idiot!" It was his sister, Serenia. "Are you trying to get us killed?" She yelled in a furious rage.

"W-wha..." Alastar responded meekly.

"Even with the rain, you reek! Of... Of piss and I don't think I even want to know what else. You've practically given away our position!"

Alastar heard a few grumbled growls from the back, indicating that there were more than a mere two wolves. Now he was on the floor, he also noticed just how skinny they all were. They looked years older, fur unkept, the natural shine lost, patches missing...

"He didn't know! Go easy, look at him. Does it look like he's had any easier a time than us?" Alina snapped to her daughter, who with a grumble, released the whining omega.

"What are you all doing here? You can't be here... Where's Vadim?"

"Dead!" Came an angry male voice Alastar believed to be the former Beta, Thorne.

"W-wha... How?!"

"We couldn't survive anywhere after the Eastern wolves took our land. We searched for days, there was no prey, no food, no nothing. We thought we'd make use of the storm to try and get ourselves some food." Alina explained. It pained the omega to see his former pack in such a state, but he felt a sense of overwhelming safety to be in their paws again. "We're all that's left."

Serenity and peace. Despite their weekend state, he had always seen them as powerful caregivers, who had facilitated his easy lifestyle as a subordinate, napping in the warm sun's breeze and snuggling up with them in the warmest of winter dens throughout his whole life. Tired, wet, and hungry he longed for that feeling of comfort and safety again.

"So... What's the plan?" Alastar asked, Serenia finally letting her guard down, looking over her brother with a familiar protective gaze as she also started to examine his poor state, taking particular interest in the collar.

"Well, perhaps you could help us. If they don't already discover us, that is." She said, leaning in. "On our travels, we first headed North. An old vagabond informed us that there was a pack which was kind, that would help us. But Vadim refused to be seen in in a position of weakness."

"Alina, for Fenrir's sake we've been over this! There's no way of telling whether or not the crazy fool was lying. He was halfway senile!" An angry voice called from the dark.

"Hush, it's the best chance we've got." Serenia quickly interjected, her mothing nodding. "But, it's a good few days journey. We'll need some food to survive it. That's why we need you, Alastar. I always knew you'd do something special. Something to save our whole pack." The motherly she-wolf quickly moved over to rub her nuzzle affectionately against her child, Alastar's tail popping up in a quick wag. "I'll make you proud. Mother."

With their plan hatched out, Alastar for the first time in his left felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. It was heavy. He didn't like it. But, he was doing it for his family. To make them proud. It was a simple plan. Go to the pack's reserve, it was near the tree Iemyr had left him near anyway. Dig up some flesh, wrap some prey pelts around him, stuff some bones into the collar, then run back to his pack. Together, they would escape under the cover of the storm. With he pack currently looking for foxes and bears, they'd never expect their own omega and his entourage of former pack members to skulk away with their food. Alastar just had to make it outside of the den.

Even under the best of circumstances, it wouldn't have been easy. Understandably, in the interests of not being discovered, his mother had chosen a hiding spot which went deep underground, the entrance made up of muddy soil and tree roots.

Taking a deep breath, and large leap, the omega tried his best to jump and grip the opening. On his first attempt, he tripped and fell with a splash. On the second, he fell again. But on the third time, his paws managed to find footing.

He climbed and climbed, his leash brushing against, getting stuck and rocks, pebbled and roots. The omega was barely even able to make it a third of the way before the muscles in his legs gave in, and he fell to the ground with a splash.

"Alastar. You should rest and get your strength back." His mother encouraged.

"No." A stubborn response came, Alastar determined to show his pack he had some worth. That for once, he could save them.

In the end, it was no use. The pack watched as their omega tried to climb again and again and again. Each time, it ended with the wolf tumbling and splashing into the water, his muscles exhausted, this time, he did not get up.

Melancholy. The new life and the old clashing together. Bittersweet. The longer he stayed with his old family, the more he was starting to think that perhaps the sheer ferocity of the storm had masked his scent to the point where Iemyr and his pack would never be able to sniff them out.

Alastar laid his head down, feeling his mother scoop him up in her paw pawds, water surrounding them, coming a few centimetres around his waist and nearly submerging his paw pads. But it was warm, and free from the wind. He closed his eyes to have a little nap in the comfort of his kind and loving pack.

"Alastar." A soft voice called.

Groggily he raised his maw. He was still with his family. "Alastar. We need your help, again." It was his mother, her maw lowering to give him a lick along his cheek.

"We've decided. If, or... When we are found. We're to turn ourselves in, offer ourselves up to the Eastern pack." His throat tightened. Alastar could sense the annoyance and anger from the others in the back. "It's the only chance we have, but we need your help, to vouch for us."

"Alpha Iemyr would listen... If Vadim is dead... Then, there should be no issue I think." Alastar spoke, his voice still groggy. Had they abandoned the idea of getting him out? Stealing food?

"Great, putting my life on the line from the wishful thinking of a pathetic omega, who couldn't even climb his way out of a muddy hole." A grumbly voice complained but was soon silenced by a well timed paw slap.

"Maybe, some day, we could become hunters, have our old de-." The voices went silent. Their ears pinned back to their skulls. Each maw turned to stare behind Alastar, who slowly turned around to see a pair of red eyes in the darkness. He recognized them instantly... It was the one wolf he hoped wouldn't be the first time find them like this. It was Black.

"Oh no, please, carry on, don't let me spoil your little heart-warming little family debate. Have you considered holding paws? Taking turns to speak?" The wolf chuckled, taking a few steps forward, the light only revealing his shape, his fur blending in with the bleak darkness of the cave. However, contained within that shape, were two hungry red eyes that looked as though they belonged not to a wolf, but to a hellhound. Just below them sat a row of sharp, white teeth, unsheathed and on full display, each one of his canines nearly aligned to form the shape of a toothy, sinister grin.

The sound of water trickling was suddenly deafening, seconds turning to minutes before Alina spoke, taking a step forward towards the large imposing wolf.

"Please, Sir, we did not mean to trespass. We're desperate, sta-." Before she could get out another word, the large dominating black wolf had gripped the she-wolf by the back of her neck. Her body went limp in defeat.

At least... At first. But Black, smirking with a smile as wide as ever, didn't let up. His teeth sunk deeper, and deeper. Until teeth started to smash, break, and splinter against bone. Only then, did the she-wolf start to squirm and squeal, paws flailing at a desperate last attempt at life, her eyes popping from her skull before they turned into a lifeless dead stare.

Black tossed the carcass of Alastar's mother away like it was trash, lifeless, despite the spasming of a foreleg, her body cold, no longer able to offer motherly warmth. It never would again. "M-Mother!" Alastar cried out, tears willing up, but they were barely visible under the relentless mist and splashing rainwater. Alastar dived to meet her, to hug the body he had grown up against for so many years, just to feel her embrace once last time.

Instead of feeling his mother's embrace, he felt a harsh smack to his snout. "And don't think you're being let off the hook omega, you knew you were supposed to stay putt. You didn't. You'll be punished. She's not your mother, you never had a mother. Omega's like you don't deserve mothers" The smack soon turned to a pin, pushing his maw under the water, making him cough and choke a little before releasing him.

Behind Black, a disgruntled Iemyr appeared, grunting, and groaning at the discomfort coming down into the flooded den had caused him.

In a flash, Serenia jumped at Black, anger raged inside her as she latched her jaws onto the side of Black's neck. Serenia was a good fighter, but Alastar knew it wouldn't be enough. And it wasn't. Black barely stumbled, Alia, who had squirmed her way in swooned in to help her brother out, grabbing onto Serenia's scruff and hurling her across the den. The she wolf's body slammed against the harsh rocky cave, her chest wheezing, a mist of muddy dirt being splashed about, tinted in crimson.

Before she could get up onto all fours, a large paw held her down by the chest, another forcing her maw under the waterline. The she wolf squirmed and panicked, her legs wailing, survival instinct starting to kick in as her lungs started to burn. Her ears now lowered, what gasps of air she did make were accompanied by blood curdling whines, whines Alastar had no heard from her sister since they were pups.

"Black please! I'll do anything, Do-." Alastar's pleading was cut off by a paw on his tail. Alpha Iemyr pressed it down harshly before grabbing the leash dangling off his collar and giving it a firm yank.

"You'd best tread lightly omega, running back to your old pack won't be going unpunished." Iemyr seemed to say with genuine annoyance, frustration, and disappointment.

Alastar was helpless, forced to sit and watch. On the side Iemyr engaged to fight the weak, starved but resilient males while Black slowly snuffed out the life of his sister. Her struggles started to die down, her body becoming limp, lungs choking as she tried to breath anyway, lungs flooding and clogging up with dirty, grainy, water soaked in the blood of their own mother.

Now he had the chance, Alastar wiggled and squirmed until he was able to curl up to his mother, pushing himself in between her forelegs and pushing up against her body, sobbing and pushing his muzzle in and against her dead and lifeless fur, his mind playing over her last words, the last time he would hear her sweet, comforting, peaceful voice.

He had been so hopefully. He believed for once he could do his family proud, the family that had raised him, fed him, done everything for him. His heart yearned for their approval, yet, in their last and final encounter. All he had done his get them killed. His heart heavy with grief. He wanted to die himself, join his family. He deserved it.

Iemyr stomped to the muggy water, his maw caked in blood, his eyes looked to his omega curling up to the dead female. He looked to her fur and the cold, dead blue eyes and then looked to his omega. Despite the wolf being a far lower form of life, he couldn't help but empathise and want to bring a sense of comfort to his omega. But he didn't deserve the typical parental kind. This wolf deserved a different kind of affection. But, before he deliver that, he had to give her new life.

Meanwhile, in Alastar himself... Anger and resentment begun to bubble within him. Despair turned to anger as he looked to the wolf that had made his life a hell ever since he had met him. Who encouraged the others to treat him with no respect. The wolf who had now just killed his friends and family.

"The loss of your mother is unfortunate omega, but you still m-."

Before he could even finish his sentence, the omega had lashed out. Iemyr didn't make any attempt to move or avoid the incoming bite, as the omega's muzzle latched around his foreleg. Raising an eyebrow, he merely looked down curiously. The feeling of smooth gums compressed his foreleg, but it was barely noticeable otherwise.

"Black, keep her held down." Iemyr asked, his beta nodding in response, pushing Alastar over and keeping large paw on his chest.

"Your pack and family are dead. Gone. Do not blame me. They were given full warning death would follow if they trespassed. They did not listen, were too weak to carry on, and did not have anything of worth to offer. I've been in that position before omega, and I was all alone." Alastar squirmed under the paw, whining, growling, a mixture of emotions making him want to be sick.

"But you will not be alone. You have us. And you will be my pup. A new pup. I will claim you as my own, in a new way. But a pathetic omega like you has no chance of growing into being a proper wolf. A pup you'll remain, under my care. Forever." Black's grin seemed to grow more and more, Alia looking on in curiosity.

"And for that to happen. You must first be reborn into a different body. Your aggression and defiance have been a constant problem omega. I will grant you a rebirth." Keeping a paw on the omega's thighs, keeping them spread, Iemyr dipped his head to seek out his target, the wolf's orbs. And, when he made contact, he bit down cleanly, sharply, and precisely.

It wasn't a messy job; it wasn't a drawn out act of sadism. It was purely practical. One surgical, clean bite, and then a painful tear to sever the flesh from his screaming, yowling, crying body. Alastar had never felt such pain in his life. He screamed and screamed. Black soon getting annoyed of the constant high-pitched yowling, pushed Alastar's nose into the water below, his maw gurling and choking on the blood soaked rain water.

Iemyr spat out the fleshy meatsack and decapitated balls, they landed with a 'plop', left to decay along with his old family. "From this moment on you are reborn. You are my pup, and you are no longer male. You're not to think of yourself as male. You are to be addressed as female." He said, but as Alastar stopped screaming, it was clear his awareness was waning. Pain allowing his body to fall into unconsciousness.

Iemyr moved to inspect his omega, lifting the omega's head from the water. "Hrmph. For a second there I thought you had killed another one. I would have not been pleased. I must admit I've grown somewhat attached to his one." Iemyr admitted, stoking the his omega's head fur, admiring the leash and collar which dangled from her neck.

"She is indeed popular with the pack. Most of those brainless idiots would fuck anything that didn't bite 'em back for trying though." He commented, Iemyr giving a slight tsk. If it weren't for the fact that sharing her around boosted morale, he'd be tempted to keep her chained up in his den for himself and himself only.

Alastar awoke coughing, her throat was rough, but the pain was overshadowed by the sudden, intense pain in her crotch. Her memory still not fully catching up, she lifted her head to try and look down at what was causing such pain. But when she tried, she felt a paw on her collar keeping her firmly held down.

"Shhhh shhh... Easy girl." A soft voice cooed. The voice of her Alpha. Her eyes looked to him in sudden shock. He was laid next to her, her maw forced up against his chest, his shoulder weighty and heavy held over her body, keeping her close and keeping her pinned against his warmth.

"I'm here. I've been here for hours, waiting just for you to wake up. You should be grateful." Her first response was to say 'I am', before the memory of what had just happened sunk in. The memory of her mothing being killed, right before her very eyes. "Y-you... No... You ba-." A firm paw soon came to her lips, silencing her.

"Choose your next words carefully pup. You hear that? The storms are still raging. You can stay here, cuddled up to your Alpha, be loved, fed, and nuzzled. Or you can be out there alone in the rain, waiting to be fucked. Which do you prefer? Show me." Her maw moved to look outside the den. The wind was still howling, the land lashing down with rain, ground still damp and muddy. Her heart ached. She wanted to be mad. She should be mad. This was the wolf who caused her whole family to be murdered in minutes. Yet, she wanted his love. His affection. She didn't want to be alone. Not while she was in so much pain. She wanted to be cared for.

And so, her ears lowered flat, her maw rubbing into his chest, a loud whimper coming from her maw as all of her pent up emotions came flowing out like a waterfall. Her chest exhaled loudly, a cry of grief, sorrow and submission coming out of her maw.

Iemyr smiled widely, it was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for and her whines of grief were like music to his ears. He raised a paw to his pup's head, gently stroking and caressing the head fur, his tail giving a soft wag.

"Trust me, I'm here for you girl. It was a cruel fate for life to assign you as a male. You'll be much happier this way. I'm sure the males will be much less rough on your pathetic weak body. They'll be more generous in feeding you your meals, more willing to show affection. Just remember to show them the proper respect and remember, you're mind first and foremost." His tone started to take on a fatherlier tint, speaking matter-of-factly but also with an affectionate, parental tinge.

Over the next week or so, Alastar had been kept in the den. Her Alpha keeping her leash hooked to the back of the den. Again, it was never really securely tied. It was a metaphor. But he didn't dare break it after last time. Her meals had been generous, and the constant rain had meant there was no need to leave the den for water. Her Alpha had encouraged and enforced a sedentary lifestyle, showing far more affection but also checking on her scar every morning and every night.

His aim was precise. It had healed up well, looking as though there was nothing there in the first place, just an absent patch of fresh skin were new furs started the spurt and grow, her Alpha giving a well rounded diet and forcing her to eat his already digested meals, even when she tried to refuse or said she was full.

Alastar herself tried to feel resentment and anger towards her Alpha, but she just didn't have the strength. She gave up and gave in, the pain and general feeling of unwellness making her naturally want to seek comfort, shelter and care from any wolf who was offering it. And Iemyr was offering it in bucketloads, showering her in affection as she healed. But Alastar knew it would be over eventually.

As the days went by, and as her testosterone dropped, she became more and more placid. It played a part in no longer feeling the same resentment she once did, and her body, along the generous meals started to store a little more fat, turning her from the once incredibly scrawny omega to now a wolf with a little more 'meat' to grab or hold onto.

Iemyr seemed to know exactly what he was doing, often examining his omega, turning her from side to side, grasping the loose fur and fat, but doing it all in such a nurturing way. Just like how a mother might examine her newborn pup.

Still the storms raged on. The pack had been out to hunt, Alastar fastened away, left to wait, and wonder, staring at the same dingy, wet cave walls she had been stuck in for over a week, waiting for her Alpha to return. Being alone had become so mundane her tail actually wagged when Iemyr came through the den entrance. And, hearing the splashing of paw pads, it seemed he was close.

She got up onto all fours, ears lowered and tail wagging, stretching her leash until it became taught, but not daring to pull any further just in case it come free. It was dark outside. Usually when her Alpha returned from a hunt, it was feeding time. But she could not smell the scent of a fresh kill. Instead, she could only smell the blood of another wolf.

A flash of lightening revealed her Alpha's face, it was scarred in blood, and it took Alastar mere seconds to realize the hunt had not gone well. But no prey could have left the marks which adorned her Alpha's body. Alastar stood in shock. Her pack was dead, who could have done this.

Iemyr merely chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle which sent a chill down Alastar's spine. "So even you try to challenge me?" He said with anger, his tail flaring up, a dangerous glint of fury reflecting off his eyes and piercing through his omega.

Alastar was shocked, her heart beat faster and faster, she quickly lowered into a position of submission, her tail tucked and ears flat, her maw lowering into the ground. "No Alpha... I'd never! I'm just your omega..." Her heart beat faster and faster against the ground. She acknowledged the danger she was in. Images of her two dead packmates flashing before her eyes.

"Hrmph, liar. Just like Riku, can you believe the little upstart tried to challenge me? But no, not little Alastar, you'd never. And I'll make sure of that." He said, reaching forward and grabbing her scruff with a firm bite. Her body went limp, her maw simply mumbling the word 'please' over and over again along with her whines, but her Alpha had no interest in listening to her pleas.

He tossed his omega over near the small puddle where rainwater had collected generously over the stormy weeks, creating a small pool of water. Then, unceremoniously, he pushed her head under the water. It was only for a few seconds, the harsh grip on her head soon releasing, but the message was clear. "You won't challenge me, because know what would happen if you ever tried."

Alastar panted, water splashing from her maw... Her chest heaving. Fresh tears started to spew from her muzzle... Iemyr stepping to the side. "Down. Present." The order was clear, Alastar knew exactly what she was supposed to do.

She lowered her maw, tail raising up to the air, a firm paw biting at her tail. "Perhaps I'll remove this someday too. We'll see." He commented, the thought making the omega wince and shudder, soon forcing her tail to curl to the side to give the wolf clear access.

"Mrph, beautiful." The wolf said as he raised a paw to stroke against her sackless orbs and sheath. "I bet now even if I stroke it, it won't budge. Let's find out."

He rubbed his paw over the emasculated wolf's sheath, not degrading himself to even consider licking it. He tugged it, pushed it, poked it, played with it... But besides the occasional twitch, probably due to pain, the omega's cock barely budged at all.

"Perfectly useless. A true bitch now aren't you. What do you say?" He asked, moving a paw close to her maw in case she took too long to answer.

"Thank you Alpha." She said, fast enough to satisfy the Alpha, his paw moving away for now.

"Good girl. But now, the pack is growing restless without their favourite hole to fuck. Due to your... irresponsibility, me, your Alpha got hurt. What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked, as he was speaking, he casually started to mount his omega, just as casually as he might have a nice long stretch after waking up early in the morning.

"I'm sorry Alpha, I was just trying to do what you asked... Trying to rest, a-and heal." She responded, the feeling of his paws gripping her waist making her shudder, even now the warmth and closeness making her feel whole.

"Don't frame it so. You're clearly fine, and not once did you volunteer yourself for the good of the pack! I'm sure if you had it your way, you'd stay up here being cared for, getting all fat and plump for years and years wouldn't you, you lazy slut?" The Alpha's cock was already leaking, pressing up against her tailhole, lining himself up, waiting for the feeling of her tailhole to hit his cocktip.

"N-no, I... I..." Before the pathetic, mumbling, now bitch of a wolf could let out another word, Iemyr thrust in, simultaneously pushing his toy's maw down into the puddle as he did. She was forced to yelp, her tailhole having tightened in the days since she was last used, her tight muscles being undone in one shove. But, not even a second after she started to yelp, a sturdy large paw forced her maw into the puddle, water getting into her maw, clogging her throat and making her choke again.

Iemyr removed the paw, but not without leaving a scratch on her forehead, his cock unsheathing itself inside her, sniffing deeply the scent of freshly drawn blood. His paws gripped her sides, words no longer coming from his maw as primal instincts took over. Well, one word seemed to come to his maw.

"Tighter." He mumbled under a throaty growl, the whimpering omega below doing was she could, trying to tense up her tailhole to pleasure his cock. "Tighter!" He said again, this time a little louder. Unsure of what to do she tried to tense her body up around his cock, squeezing, her gums grating against each other and a loud whine coming from her maw. "Tighter!"

Having enough of her poor ability to satisfy his cock, he once again pushed her head under the water. As she struggled, her tailhole massaged his cock, gripping and releasing it, her legs squirming around his cock.

Iemyr closed his eyes in bliss, a clawed paw moving up and down to explore her body while the other kept her head pinned, suffocating in the water. His paw explored her body, around her hips then snaking their way down to her crotch where the rough paws would once again feel around her sheath and absent sack. "Gooood girl. I took these. They're mind. You're mine... I'll take whatever I want, I'll do whatever I want too you." He mumbled in a lustful rage, a sadistic idea popping into his mind.

Taking his paw back, he would slam into her ballless scratch, slamming into the still sore scar wound. A gurgled yelp could be heard from the drowning bitch, her Alpha moaning and groaning in pure delight as her tailhole gripped his cock like a fleshy vice.

Just as it seemed Alastar might choke, Iemyr pulled her head above the water, the omega's tears indistinguishable from the water on her face as she coughed, cried and whined. But Iemyr wasted no time, slapping what was left of his crotch repeatedly, enjoying the sensation, his knot growing inside his omega.

Grabbing her collar, he yanked the whimpering, crying, sobbing omega back into him, his paws wrapping around her as he held her tight, pushing her strongly against his body, compressing her lungs a little as he held her tight, almost as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

Within seconds Alastar felt her body being filled with spurt after spurt of ropy cum, Iemyr soon switching to affection as he filled his pup, his tongue moving to lick along her maw, getting a taste for her salty tears, licking away the blood from her scratched maw and continuing to hold her close. "Good girl... Good girl, my perfect little omega..." He cooed softly.

As Alastar sobbed, her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, she snuffled... She was in pain. But her Alpha was there, showing her affection... She had done well. She had made him proud. She pushed her muzzle up against his chin and chest, and the motion was met with a returning, affectionate nuzzle. She relaxed under her Alpha, knowing it would be some time until the knot died down.

"I think tomorrow, you may be returning to your regular duties pup. But for now, when this knot subsides, you are to clean and service your Alpha. Then, we will sleep. Understood?"

The omega let out a weak and whiny "Yes Alpha..." Her throat tight, teary blue eyes looking up into, and worshipping the fur that graced her presence. In that moment she would do anything for this wolf, absolutely anything. Anything for his affection, anything to be under his wide arm of dominance, anything to be his.