Page 16 of My Omega's Dream

Icannot believe I asked Frost to share a bed with me. Even more so, I can’t believe he actually accepted!

I don’t remember the last time I shared a bed with someone that wasn’t Ellie. It’s soothing to have a presence here with me. Though, I can’t help but wish he’d close the distance between us. I want Frost to wrap his arms around me. To push himself against my back and hold me. I want to feel his body against my own. I want my peachy scent to mix with his deep mocha chocolate scent until we make an entirely new scent together.

Okay, I need to pull these thoughts back. The last thing I need is for my scent to turn all sweet with lust. No boners while in bed with the hot alpha!

I’m not sure how long it takes, but eventually, my breathing evens out and I drift into sleep. Somehow, I know I’m dreaming.

I walk through an enchanted forest. The trees have long, hanging branches. The leaves at the very ends of the branches sparkle with soft, pink lights. There are fireflies drifting throughthe air, humming softly to themselves and giving the forest a pretty song that drifts through the air.

I take a deep breath, a scent catching my attention. It’s familiar and leaves me warm and breathless at the same time. I need to find the owner of that scent. An animalistic instinct takes over and I find myself running through the forest, tracking it. I allow my human mind to drift to the back until my wolf is at the front, guiding me.

The other night, I was chased through the woods, a black wolf on my trail. This time I’m the hunter, not the prey. I’m the one doing the chasing.

This is exhilarating.

If I was sitting still, I would be shaking but all this energy is being put to good use. My legs move faster, my lungs expand, my heart thumps against my ribs. I run and I run and I run, following that deliciously addictive scent on the wind.

The sound of a twig snapping catches my attention and I change course slightly, moving to my left. I duck under a branch, leap over a stump, and continue running full force. Because this is a dream, I don’t lose my breath, I don’t get a stitch in my side. I can just keep going.

As an omega, maybe it’s a bit fucked up for me to be the one doing the chasing but I don’t care. This feels good. This feels right. Any alpha worthy of my attention would want to be part of a chase like this, would willingly allow himself to be my prey. Even if that alpha happens to be made up by my own imagination.

I hear footsteps now. I’m gaining on him. The scent is growing stronger. As I run, I tilt my head up towards the bright moon andhowl, the sound coming from my chest and reverberating through the forest. Fuck, I feel wild in a way I’ve never allowed myself to experience before.

A dark blob comes into focus in front of me. I double my efforts, running with all my might. The alpha is taller than me, but that doesn’t slow me down. I will have him. I will devour him.

We break into a clearing, both panting with effort despite the fact that this isn’t real. Now I can see that this is the alpha haunting my dreams. I want to catch him even more, now that I know it’shim.

My big bad wolf.

Our pace is evenly matched but what he isn’t expecting is for me to launch myself at him. I leap into the air and tackle him onto the ground. Our bodies tangle, our scents mingle, our limbs wrap around each other. I can’t tell if he’s trying to push me away or pull me against his body even tighter.

We struggle in the grass for a long moment before he finally rolls away from me, just enough to pull our bodies apart. Fuck, I immediately miss his touch. He doesn’t go far, crawling away with until his back collides with a tree.

He’s trapped. Nowhere to go. Completely at my mercy.

Something dark rises up inside of me. I want him. I want to pull his mask away. I want to gaze upon the face of my prey. I want him to bemine. My eyes shift until they’re shining omega gold, my fangs ache with the need to descend and bite my prey. I’ve never felt like this before but I don’t recoil from it, instead embracing it.

“I’ve got you,” I say, my voice deep and husky, almost slurred even to my own ears. I’m drunk off the chase, off of this alpha’s scent. The dark chocolate smell washes over me, sinking into my pores, becoming part of me.

I watch as he swallows. “And what will you do with me now that you have me?”

I crawl towards him on my hands and knees, feeling entirely like the wolf that I am. “I want to devour you,” I tell himseriously, watching as his eyes widen. The mask he’s wearing covers the lower half of his face, the hood on his head covering his hair. All I can see is his eyes.

They’re the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. But why do they seem so familiar? Why does my stomach flutter when I look into them?

“You don’t want me,” he says softly. Even his voice calls to something deep within me. It’s familiar in a way that leaves me aching.

“Yes, I do,” I say defiantly. “If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have chased you.”

Even with the mask on, I can tell he smiles from that. My chest blooms with warmth, starting at my center and slowly running through my extremities until I’m tingly all over. Just being close to this alpha makes me happy.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Don’t I? You’re a figment of my imagination. You’re quite literally my perfect alpha.”

The alpha tilts his head slightly and a growl sounds between us. I realize a little too late that the sound is coming from me, my eyes locked on to the exposed length of his throat. I want to bite him. I want to mark him. I lick my lips and lean forward, my intent clear.

I expect to be pushed away but instead, to my absolute delight, he tilts his head even more. I lean into his space, running my nose over the side of his throat, breathing him in. Jesus fucking Christ, he smells downright divine. It’s dark and heady, like the perfect mocha. The smell makes the pit of my stomach warm and I want to drink him in.

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