Wolf Like Me

Fatin (Age 21)

Fatin noticed something new at college she didn’t particularly like. Her mate was beautiful, always had been. But as soon as Leah got her hair cut, and changed her style the slightest bit, heads began turning. 

She still loved her cardigans and her hoodies but for parties wore things that were far shorter than usual. Dresses that Fatin loved; knowing that Leah was intentionally trying to wind her up in the hope that Fatin would let them ditch the party early to fall into bed. The dresses weren’t the wildest at the parties by far, but they did show off her long legs and chest enough that other alphas at the school occasionally got cocky. 

Not all alphas were like Fatin, and not all alphas respected Fatin as a female alpha. They saw her as someone to be challenged and mocked. Regardless of status misogyny was rampant, especially among alphas. 

Fatin for the most part had blended in at college. She was popular, but in her circles that were fairly removed from frat-bro college life. It meant that over the years she hadn’t made a name for herself or secured her status amongst certain groups, unlike high school where everyone knew that she would kill for her mate.

They attended a party that night for the boy’s football team, one Rachel and Nora had dragged them to because they always had the best booze and food on offer. Though it remained best that no one ever question why the floors were so sticky there or if the food on the table had been made with clean hands. Neither answer would be what anyone wanted to hear. 

Leah had opened the door in a simple short black dress with a slit in the leg that had Fatin questioning if they really needed to go. Her eyes constantly tracked up her thigh, biting her cheek as she willed her fangs to recede again.

“Stay here, I’ll grab you a drink,” Fatin said into her ear. The kitchens were normally heaving at parties and Leah still wasn’t huge on crowds, choosing the emptiest corner of the rooms to stand in. 

She often took to her routine of grabbing stuff for Leah and Martha if she was with them, knowing both liked to keep away from the keg stands that often led to strangers getting an impromptu black eye.

“Thank you.” 

Fatin grabbed Leah a lemonade and a beer for herself; canned so they weren’t running the risk of whatever the fuck lurked in that 'special recipe' jungle juice. 

Her head bobbed, enjoying the steady thrum of the bass as Dot walked into her. 

“Shit, my bad dude. Did you see the beer they have here? It’s like fancy craft beer and locally brewed.” 

“Apparently one of the members of the football team has a brother who works for the company and sneaks them some on occasion.” She sipped the beer, enjoying it. “Yeah, this is way better than the crap the swim team had last week.” 

“Where’s Leah?” 

“Oh, she’s over-” Fatin stilled, seeing not one but three tall alphas looming over her mate who was nervously pressed up against the wall. “I’m going to kill them.” 

“Fatin,” Dot called, jogging to catch up with her as she pressed through the crowd. 

Fatin shunted people out of the way, feeling Leah’s nerves build up in her. She pushed them out of the way, stepping between Leah and the three alphas. 

“Hi, you’re in my mate’s fucking space.” 

“Your mate is fine. We were just talking, right Leah?” 

Fatin straightened up at them using her name. “Then you’re done talking. We were just heading out.” 

“Oh, come on. Feeling a little sensitive, are you? They do say female alphas are run by their emotions. I’m not like that,” he said, smiling at Leah. “I just love a chilled, good time. There’s a pool out back if you ever want to relax, this year’s exams have been stressful for all of us. It’s nice to unwind with good company.” 

“We’re mated and she's not interested, back the hell off.” 

“Why don’t we let the lady decide? She has choices. Don’t want to be one of those alphas that pisses on your mate, do you?” He smiled. 

“I’m not pissing on anything. You know how mates work.” 

“You never know. You’re sexy Leah, welcome here anytime. A lot of omegas have told me I’m great stress relief.” 

Fatin pushed him back, eyes glowing. 

“Fatin-” Leah started but left her to it.

Alphas were not meant to challenge others; it was the biggest sign of disrespect. In fact, it rarely happened. They were both aware that the only reason Fatin was facing this was because she was a woman. Her mating scent on Leah was clearly that of a female alpha and whilst most accepted that, others saw it as a game to up their own status amongst idiotic friends.

“Oh, come on, I don’t want to fight a girl.” 

“Then you’re leaving here in a stretcher.” 

The alpha rolled his shoulders, pulling his sleeves up. “Come on then sweetie. I’ll let you hit me first. Get a head start in.” He patted his cheek, lowering his head to Fatin.

With a bleak smirk, Fatin punched him as hard as she could. She felt the skin on her knuckle tear and winced as pain shot through it. Though she would never admit it to her mother, her father taught her the basics of defence by the age of twelve. On weekends when Rana was out Samad would drag out the dummy from the garage.

It was a lot different without gloves or wrap for protection.

Her fist caught him on the nose, turning the tip at an angle as the alpha dropped to his knees. With a groan, he cradled his face; scarlet pooling in his palms as he spat. 

“Does anyone else want to be a dick tonight and piss me off? Or are we all good?” 

The omegas around smiled at the display, one even clapping for Fatin. Ivan, Fatin recognised him from music theory class.

“You tell him bitch!” Ivan yelled. 

Fatin reached for Leah’s wrist, tugging her out to the bathroom upstairs away from everyone as she tried to calm her breathing. 

“Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” Leah asked, confused. “Fatin your hand; your knuckles are bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Hopefully, now people will keep their distance. Remember when I had to get Jimmy Blake in a headlock in middle school for doing the same thing?” 

Word would travel and more people would respect their bond.

“You’re talking really fast,” Leah said. “Calm down.” The command was issued as Leah kissed her neck. “Breathe for me for a moment.” 

Air filled her lungs and Leah ran a hand through her hair to soothe her. As her breathing slowed Leah’s tongue ran up along Fatin’s neck. 

“There’s something so hot about watching you protect our bond.” 

“That does something for you?” Fatin cocked a brow, forgetting about the throbbing in her hand.

“More than you could imagine.” 

“Yeah?” 

Nodding, Leah let her eyes drag across her form. Her eyes homed in on Fatin’s chest as her fingers pushed her hair over her shoulders before trailing down the valley between her breasts. “Babe,” she rasped, her wishes clear. “I need-”

Fatin bracketed Leah against the door, kissing her deeply. Lips were desperate against her own, Leah kissing her like this was her last chance to. Hands gripped her dress, Leah panting against her neck the second she needed air. 

“Why do you smell so good tonight?” Again, Leah dragged her tongue across the scent glands in her neck, making her shiver so violently that she feared her knees would give way.

Resting a hand on the door to keep herself up, she pressed a thigh between Leah’s legs. Her own dress left her thighs exposed, meaning that Fatin could immediately feel how wet Leah was as she ground against her bare thigh. 

“Shit Leah. You’re-”

“Whenever you put yourself between me and someone like that all I can think of is your fingers in me.” 

Her breath was heavy against Leah’s neck. “Fuck.” 

“Please-”

Fatin shoved away the empty cups and lifted her onto the sink, pushing Leah’s dress up quickly as Leah arched into her. She sunk two fingers on her non-dominant hand into her, deep and fast in a way they hadn’t before. 

Sex with Leah was always soft and unhurried. This was Fatin sucking a mark into her breast and then her neck that would be seen by everyone at that party. It was her fingers, two becoming three that pressed into her at a pace that had Leah more delirious than ever before. 

Leah’s head dropped back against the mirror, curses, and moans left her so loudly that Fatin was sure everyone downstairs would hear and God did she want them to. She wanted Leah to leave this party reeking of her scent and sex. Marked and claimed as her own. 

Fatin sucked two more marks into her skin but pulled away as her fangs dropped. 

“Bite me.” 

“No.” 

“Fatin.” 

“You’re just emotional from back there. You’re okay, I will take care of you but I’m not biting you. I don’t have my caps.” 

Leah groaned but Fatin found another way to calm her, wrapping her hand around her throat. They had tried it a few times, being pinned calmed some omegas when done in a consensual way that was discussed. With Leah, they quickly learned it eased her mind. She never restricted her breathing but held her in place until Leah concentrated on her.

Before they went into it, Fatin learned how to pin Leah safely. She knew that Leah had both verbal and physical ways of tapping out if she was uncomfortable.

Their bond soothed as soon as she held her gently, her other hand still working her up hard and fast. “Good. Calm down for me, okay? I don’t need to bite you to make you feel good baby.” 

“Shit.” 

Fatin had never felt her mate so aroused, never so wet as she worked her closer to her orgasm. She was so far gone that she added another finger with ease, mind spinning as Leah whined and lifted her hips. 

“Keep focussing on that orgasm for me. You feel so good around my fingers. We’re mated and they had better realise that.” 

Leah came hard, her legs that were wrapped around Fatin shook as she guided her through her high the way she knew she needed. She couldn’t bite her, but she could be more forceful with her thrusts to help meet Leah’s needs. It worked; her mate tugged at her hair once she calmed down.

Fatin dropped between her legs, taking her over the edge two more times with her tongue. It was messy and loud, Leah growing more demanding with each tug of Fatin’s hair as she guided her mate back between her legs.

Her mate was rarely demanding of having her needs met without consideration for Fatin's own. Yet here Leah was taking, taking, and taking again like she couldn't get enough. Fatin had never been more obsessed with a newly unveiled side to Leah Rilke.

It was carnal; a natural need to mark one another that left Fatin with red tracks across her back from Leah’s nails. Leah was littered with her own marks, hickeys sucked into every patch of skin brightly covering her. Her hair was a mess and one strap on her dress had been torn and tied back together. 

When they finally headed back downstairs the party fell oddly silent, though every alpha politely lowered their chin in a sign of respect for Fatin. Every omega however had eyes glowing slightly gold, wanting a bond like that for themself. 

“Let’s go home.” 

“Please.” 

“Hey.” The bloody-nosed jock stepped in front of them. “About earlier, I’m sorry for being a douche. I didn’t realise you two were like, serious and all.” 

Narrowing her eyes, Fatin held Leah tightly. “Now you do I would appreciate it if you stopped hitting on my mate.” 

He nodded, offering Fatin a beer. 

“I’m good, we’re heading out.” 

“Yeah, we figured. Everyone kinda heard…” He swallowed, coughing. “Like all five times.” 

Leah turned bright red beside her as he cleared his throat again. 

“Good. We had a great time, thanks. I’m sorry if your bathroom is kind of a mess.”

Shower gel bottles were covering the floor up there, they left a small crack on the mirror and Fatin had almost pulled the bathroom handle off in her heightened protective strength. 

“It’s cool. No worries.” 

Fatin nodded, towing Leah back home where the sex was softer; filled with laughter and gentle touches.