So, I decided to make the Alpha, our lovely Sandor, because.......well because its Sandor and I love him 😁🐶🧔🏻 Hope you all enjoy.

"How are you feeling now?" Lancel asked, as (Y/n) finally seemed to recover, her colour once again turning back to its usual pale hue, rather than a heated bright red, her body no longer seeming to be burning up from the inside.

"Better. I'm sorry, Lancel. It was so overwhelming. It was the smell of musk, leather, and......... well....... steel. I could do nothing to stop it." (Y/n) told him almost apologetically, as she tried to hide her soaked dress.

"You're an Omega (Y/n), I don't blame you?" Lancel reassured, kissing her softly on the forehead.

"Well?" Lancel continued, causing (Y/n) to furrow her brows in confusion as the two siblings sat next to one another on the bed, Lancel still dabbing her brow with a damp cloth.

"Well what?" (Y/n) enquired, even more confused now that her brother was laughing softy.

"Well....... Is Uncle Tywin or either of our cousins your Alpha?" Lancel enquired, laughing louder as his sister scrunched up her nose.

"NO! Definitely not." (Y/n) exclaimed, hitting her brother on the arm as he continued to laugh.

"Its not funny Lancel. How can my Alpha be here? I know part of me did hope that he would be, but part of me hoped for a new life, a chance to explore and live now that I'm not at Casterly Rock." (Y/n) sighed, as she dropped her head into her hands.

Suddenly a loud bang on the door alerted the two to a presence outside, the pair rolling their eyes as a number of voices began to call out, all of which were male, all of whom had been drawn by her smell.

"(Y/n) my dear........ we have been informed that you nearly fainted. I am here to make sure that you are well." The voice of Tywin called out in a deep rumbling growl.

"(Y/n). Its Tyrion, I have brought you a book to read. Just let me in and I'll give it to you." Tyrion piped up, (Y/n) and Lancel giving each other an exasperated look as they were more than sure that it wasn't just the book, that their cousin wanted to give her.

(Y/n) grabbed a pillow, placing it over her head and screaming into the soft fabric as she heard Jaime, and others she didn't know, making the same plea to let them enter.

"Please Lancel, make them go away. Make them all go away!" (Y/n) beseeched her brother, as it became more then obvious that the group of Alphas had momentarily forgotten about the Omega behind the door, and were more interested in proving which of them was the superior.

Lancel got up from the bed, placing a reassuring hand on his sister's shoulder before making his way over to the door. He had no intention of opening the large wooden ingress, knowing that if the amassed Alphas on the other side saw the slightest chink of light, then his poor sister would be surrounded on all sides by men that wanted nothing more than to claim her as their own.

"(Y/n) is quite well, but she needs to rest. I am sure that she will be fine in the morning." Lancel called out, pushing his hands against the door as he felt it rattle in its frame.

"Lancel. Would it not be prudent to let the Maestre see (Y/n)? All you have to do is open the door, and he can make sure that she is as well as you believe." Tywin's low rumbling voice called out, the Beta Lannister knowing that despite his need to watch out for his sister's best interest, he still felt the compulsion to obey his uncle's demands.

(Y/n) let out an irritated groan. She had always been told how bad it could be to be an unclaimed Omega, but this was proving to be worse than anything she had been told about, and at this present moment in time she wished that she was back, locked in her tower in Casterly Rock.

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Sandor sat in his room, mulling over a goblet of wine. He had managed to avoid being forced to meet the new Lannister that was coming to the city, the Hound believing that that was one of the last things that Kings Landing needed. As far as he was concerned there was more than enough Lannister's already in the Red Keep, and despite the fact that this one was a female and an Omega, Sandor couldn't help but think that this new lioness would be just as bad as Cersei.

As he sat quietly, his thoughts speculating over what fresh horrors a new lion could bring, his senses were suddenly filled with an aroma that he had never smelt before. It was intoxicating, flooding his mind with all manner of thoughts and desires, as the scent of the sweetest flowers and warm honey caressed his heated skin, ghosting over it delicately, like the touch of a true love's fingertips.

Despite his desire to stay as far away as possible from the glorious creature that must be the source of the exquisite odour, he found that his body had its own ideas, his Alpha instincts proving far too strong for even him to control, his desire to knot with this obvious in heat Omega overriding any sensible thought.

As he made his way through the corridors, the heady fragrance getting stronger and stronger with his every step, he had to wonder why all of a sudden, this smell had appeared. He had known many an Omega in Kings Landing, all of them a mere dalliance when he required his needs to be sated, the big man believing that he would never find a true Omega that was meant just for him; and not one of them had had this effect on him, not one had filled him with such a longing, such a desire as he was experiencing now. Then it hit him. There was only one new Omega that was due to be arriving in Kings Landing, and Sandor couldn't help but think that despite the fact that he didn't believe in the gods, that one of them must be having some amusement at his expense, for of all the Omegas in the Seven Kingdoms, his had to be a Lannister.

Rounding the corner, his eyes were filled with the sight of what appeared to be every Alpha in the Red Keep, growling and snarling at one another while others banged on a door to a room, Sandor knowing that from the strength of the aroma, that his Omega was just beyond that opening.

The Hound stormed through the men that surrounded the door, not giving a damn for name or rank. He would deal with the consequences of his actions later, but for now all he wanted was his Omega.

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A sudden roar from outside the room alerted the Lannister siblings to the entrance of a new Alpha, the sounds of whimpering and protesting from the other men echoing through the corridors as a fist pounded at the door.

"Lancel!" (Y/n) exclaimed, as the scent of musk, leather, and steel permeated the room, her body instantly beginning to burn up, the slick flowing down the inside of her thighs as she fell back onto the bed, Lancel not sure whether he should rush to his sisters' side or continue to hold the hoard of Alphas at bay.

"I-I-its him Lancel, its him." (Y/n) told her brother, Lancel not sure how he was going to let the new unknown Alpha in, or even if he wanted to.

Before he could make up his mind, Lancel found himself almost thrown back as the doors of the room flew open, an angry Sandor growling as he looked at the Beta Lannister and then at his Omega on the bed, the smell from his female driving him to distraction.

"Get out." Sandor growled, glaring at Lancel as he made his way over to the bed, the Beta knowing that he could do nothing other than comply.

"Me Lady." Sandor said as softly as he could, taking the beautiful Omega into his arms, her soft whimpering sending him almost crazed with desire.

"(Y/n), my name is (Y/n). Please my Alpha, please. I need you." (Y/n) moaned, as she gripped onto the large man, her head nuzzling into him as she covered herself in his scent, a deep grumble coming from deep inside Sandor's chest as his lips brushed over the claim mark on her neck.

"Are ya sure ya want this (Y/n)? Are ya sure ya want me?" Sandor asked, despite knowing that their bodies had already chosen one another.

"I want you. I need you my Alpha." (Y/n) whimpered softly, as Sandor lay her back on the bed, his hands pulling at the wet material that confined her hot flesh. His own body more than ready to claim what was his.

"Sandor." Sandor said, as he slipped his body between (Y/n)'s legs, his Omega wrapping them tightly around his waist.

"Me name is Sandor. You'll need ta know it for when ya scream it out later." Sandor moaned as sheathed himself in his Omegas slick wet flesh, his teeth sinking into the claim mark on her neck.

The Lannister clan may not like it, but (Y/n) had finally found her Alpha, and the Hound finally had his Omega.