POV
Stone

"Ow dammit! Give me a... Fuck!" I was getting my ass beat the morning after my wolf forcefully marked Lucas.

Lucas woke up, and I was woken up by his fists raining on my head, face and chest.

He was swinging so wildly, so fast, I couldn't keep up. "Lucas... S-st-stop!" I screamed. Still, the hits rained down, one or two catching me in the face, more than several caught my chest.

"I'm s-sorry... Angel, I'm sorry damnit!" I yelled, trying to get some control. There was nothing that helped, he beat my ass for almost ten minutes straight. Growling and snarling the entire time.

Then finally, he froze above me, I slowly put my hands down when the blows stopped coming. He was glaring down at me, his eyes flashing between his natural warm brown and the white of his wolf.

"Why?" He asked, "It was an accident on my part, it was Falken's fault, he did it." I snitched. (Stool pigeon) Falken growled at me.

"You should have stopped him! Do you have any idea what you've done?! Don't think this will change anything, trust me... You dumb fuck! I'd rather my wolf wither away, I would rather die than be with you. I'm telling everyone what you did." He threatened, yet I was still replaying the harsher words.

"You'd rather die then forgive me, rather die than be with me?" I asked.

"Why can't you understand, we aren't getting together... We aren't working things out. I'm done with you." He spat, yet he made no move to leave my lap.

He could feel it, just like I could. That warmth, that comfort. It was between us, and even pissed mates can't hate one another. It was starting, I just needed Luna to give him a little push, I'd handle the rest.

"Why can't you forgive me?" I asked. I refused to move, knowing if I sat up he'd leave or find some way to get out of my presence. "What kind of stupid question is that? He asked.

"A real one. Tell me why, why exactly." I answered him, then I waited. He didn't move, we just stared at one another. Then he sighed.

"I think about the nights right before Stone was born, the nights I prayed for you to come to find me. I think of all the tears I cried and... And I can't forgive you... I don't want to." He answered.

"Ma-maybe we can start over completely?" I softly pleaded.

"No Stone, you've marked me, but it won't keep me. I could never be with you and pretend you didn't try to destroy me. You want to fix what you did. Stay away from me." He spoke then started to climb off of me.

I flipped us and stared down at him, he started to flail, about to start with the violence again. So I reacted, cupping my mouth over the mark on his shoulder.

His back instantly arched, and he froze going limp. I let go and he snarled softly.

"I'm never gonna give up. I know right now it looks like I'm just going to keep fuckin up. And knowing my dumb ass, I will, but it will never again be intentional." I explained, before rolling away from him and quickly standing.

He jumped up, his eyes clued angrily to mine. "Don't touch this thing again." He commanded, hating my mark. I understood. "Tomorrow, expect more flowers, and an invitation to dinner," I said.

"And you can expect a no." He responded, sauntering off. His anger was just, but it wouldn't deter me, especially not after Falken marked him.
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POV
Lucas

He marked me, the son of a bitch. Now I might as well be his marked bitch.

He took away my fuckin choice. Well his wolf did, I want so badly to blame Stone though. Yet I know I can't.

Our wolves aren't tamed fully, they have moments where their savage nature takes over.

I decided to wear the four puncture wounds, hidden beneath the shoulders of my shirt. The fabric kept rubbing against it, making my body react.

I regretted showing my sister, Lucy ran off to tell Dad, and my father wouldn't take the news well. Nor should he.

Marking is sacred, done only by committed mates. To mark someone without consent, it's equated to rape.

And I hate how good it felt, the way his canines ran through my flesh, like a hot knife through butter.

I took off after Lucy, trying to tackle her before she could reach my father.
I kept running, but her legs were faster, her wolf was faster. "Dadddddy!" She screamed.

Up ahead was the hunting grove, a patch on pack land where most of the prey animals congregate. My father wasn't the pack general anymore, but now he led the hunting party.

My hand grabbed Lucy's collar just as our father turned around, he looked us over, my hand wrapped over her mouth. He looked at us, studying us with the darker version of my eyes, of my son's eyes.

His salt and pepper colored hair laid to one side, I realized he was still young looking.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked, Lucy bit my hand and I let go. "Daddy Stone marked Lucas against his will." She said, and I growled at her.

My father walked up to me, he ripped my shirt, guessing the exact spot. The mark was present and probably smelling of Stone.

A growl built in my dad's chest, then he took off running, his wolf defying his age. "Damnit! Look at what you've done." I hissed, and we took off after him.

# # #

My father burst through the packhouse door, Lucy egging him on. I tried to grab him but he snarled at me, "No, no he's gonna answer for this." He snapped, yanking away from me.

"Stone where the fuck are you! You son of a bitch!" My dad screamed, and I prayed Stone wouldn't come, but sadly he did. Along with his parents, Arthur, Soren and little Stone.

My dad seemed to fly across the open foyer, tackling Stone off into the living room. "Dad!" I shouted as we all charged in after them.

My father was on top of Stone, with one mighty balled fist he backhanded Stone, knocking blood across the room. "You bastard... Not enough you reject him... Not enough you ran him off... Knocked him up... Left him to raise his child alone." Each question was asked with a punch.

Stone growled at my father, but he made no move to stop him. He took it, even though we all knew he could have crushed the old man.

"What's happening!?" Alpha Tim asked. "Your ass hat son marked my brother without consent," Lucy said. "Are you serious?" Luna Shelby asked, grabbing my face in her hands.

"It's nothing." I said, "Don't make excuses for him. I can't believe he's my son." She said, in disgust and disbelief.

I charged in and snatched my father off him, it was a struggle.

"Stay away from my pup, boy! You understand?!" My father shouted while Lucy helped me drag dad way.

Leaving I saw little Stone helping his father up off the ground. At some point, dad snatched away from us and turned on me.

"You chased Lucy down to stop her from telling me, what's wrong with you boy? Why would you protect him after what he did?" He asked, his tone scary.

"I don't know daddy, he-he's really trying, and I'm not saying I'm interested, but he can't help himself," I said, confusion racing through my mind.

He was trying, I was trying to be angry, but I wasn't exactly still full of rage. I'd gotten more than my fair share of revenge. Hell, him pining after me was an act of great revenge.

Maybe he was wearing me down.

# # #

At around one in the afternoon, several beautiful bouquets of flowers were delivered. I watched as they sat down seven crystal vases filled with sherbet orange roses.

Then a female Omega handed me a bouquet. Twenty of the most beautiful flowers I ever saw. I sighed, knowing they wouldn't take them away.

Lucy and dad burned the other ones, mom said it made the house smell floral. She's the only one who hasn't spoken out against Stone, said it wasn't her place, he's my mate and it's between him and me.

The flowers came with a card, a card that read.

{ To the mother of my child.

I don't know if you're aware of flowers and their meanings, but these are orange roses. They symbolize enthusiasm and desire. I'm enthusiastic about us, I'm enthusiastic about what our future holds. And you already know how much I desire you, but just in case you don't...}

The rest was entirely sexual and I don't need to repeat it. Won't say it didn't turn me on, I mean it was hot... Still, I threw the flowers on the coffee table and walked off to go shower before training with Soren.

The kid was handling himself well, he was getting stronger, faster. His stutter was almost non-existent, only showing up when he was extremely worried.

I was making my way out the door about thirty minutes later, and my dad stopped me. "If he so much as looks at you, you tell me. You got me?" He asked. "Yes dad," I answered, feeling like a teenager again.

# # #

Twenty minutes later Soren and I were in one of the sunlit meadows. The green grass splayed out all around, tall trees hiding us.

He was standing in front of me, staring expectantly up at me. "Are you gonna teach me some moves today?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered. He smiled brightly, his blue eyes growing brighter. "Calm down, nothing has gotten easier, in fact from here on out, shit's about to get real... You sure you ready?" I asked.

He blushed at my language but said he was ready non the less. "Okay, let's see your guard," I commanded. He stood there, unmoving. "I knew it." I sighed.

I walked over to him, and kicked the back of his leg, causing his knee to bend. "Keep'em like that," I demanded.

Then I positioned his arms and hands, his right hand next to his chin, his left hand right next to his ear.

"Okay, now the right hand is numbered one, the left hand is two. When I give out those I want you to throw a punch. Got it?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." He answered.

# # #

Several hours later, Soren was covered in sweat, his arms, and legs trembling, yet he was not giving up.

"One... One... Two, one!"

I was shouting out numbers, as he threw combinations at my order, he was focused, he was in control.

"That's it... Okay, okay. Keep going, and watch your shadow." I said, watching as he tirelessly and pridefully fought his shadow.

Another hour later we ran back to his house, his mother greeted us, giving me a dirty look. Arthur somehow appeared as if sensing the tension.

"He did really well today, but there's something I need to discuss with you two," I said, nodded for Soren to go clean up and get something to eat.

His mother led us into the living room, and we sat down. They both waited for me to speak, so I sat up and began.

"Soren is progressing faster than I would have thought, we've moved on to actual techniques. So in a few days, I want to start building his knuckle strength, bruising his knuckles." I said, watching as Soren's mom growled lowly in her throat.

"Relax Cheyenne." Arthur cooed. "What do you mean by bruising his knuckles?" She asked.

"Being an Omega, he like I and other Omega are born softer. Meaning our bones and skin are weaker. So if he were to get into an actual fight right now, hitting one of these little future warrior wolves could break a hand, a wrist." I said.

"Okay... Whatever you think is okay." Arthur said, while his mate shook her head no. "Please Chey, I'm making him strong, believe me, life isn't easy in this pack for us Omega," I said.

"Will he be in pain?" She asked, "No more than necessary." I answered. "Thank you again," Arthur said, and I stood up. "Same time tomorrow," I said, nodding and walking off.

As I was leaving the house, I took notice of the pack wolves, they were running, panicking. Out of nowhere, my body was smacked by what felt like a truck.

"Come with me, now!" Stone demanded, "What the fuck are you doing!?" I shouted as he climbed off of me, picking me up and carrying me off towards the packhouse.

"Hunters, I couldn't... You don't have a link anymore so I had to make sure you were safe." He said, running towards the packhouse. "Where's my son?" I asked.

"He's in the lockbox, he's safe Angel." He said, calming me.

We got inside the packhouse, and he took me straight through to the back. Inside the kitchen, he took me inside the biggest pantry, all the way in the back, behind a stack of canned goods was another door.

He knocked twice than twice more after a short pause, the door opened with a soft hiss. He placed me on my feet, shoving me to his mother.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, "I have to help my men." He said, and I yanked away from his mother. Something inside me wouldn't allow me to let him go out there.

Maybe it was the knowledge that if he died I'd die, whatever it was I refused. "I'm going with you," I stated.

"The fuck you are. Go be with our son." He commanded. "No, no," I said, taking off out of the pantry, running through the house snatching off clothes as I did.

Out the front door and down the great porch stairs I shifted, landing in my reddish-brown form.

# # #

The battle with the Hunter's was great, but by the time the moon came up, none but two were left standing. Several warriors were wounded.

Cliff the Delta was dead, his mate was inconsolable. Stone was livid, enraged because I refused to follow his orders. Even though I saved his life twice.

He was mad, yet I knew he'd read more into me saving him than necessary. He'd swear it was me slowly accepting him. Believe me, it wasn't.

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