The Dragon Shifter's Defiant Mate

“Omega Bitch, on your knees.” A dark eyed Alpha Byron of the Black Wood pack growled. 

“Fuck you.” Jezebel spat, snow swirling about her shivering body.

“In subordinate cunt.” Alpha Byron, slapped Jezebel across the face feeling sparks burst over his palm. He kicked her tied legs from beneath her. Jezebel’s knees hit the frozen floor, hard. A snarl rumbled in her throat and her wolf bared teeth. Alpha Byron raised a fist.

“May I remind you, Alpha Byron, that is our tribute.” One of the dragon-shifters spoke up from where they watched on the border of the packland.

“I haven’t forgotten, Beta Gaz.” Byron growled, lowering his fist. An evil smile adorned his face. Jezebel braced herself, knowing what was coming and glared at his stupid face. “I, Alpha Byron Blackwood, of the Black Wood pack, reject you, Omega Jezebel Wendy Fleek as my Mate.” A collective gasp came from those around observing. This was not the event they were expecting.

Pain ripped through Jezebel’s chest, the feeling like someone grabbing her hair black and yanking.

“I accept.” The words were slightly mumbled because of her swollen lip. Hell broke loose inside the female as the mate bond was shredded. A scream tried to break free but, determined, she bit it down.

All the while Alpha Byron looked down, his lip curled in satisfaction and disgust. He enjoyed watching his unworthy Mate in pain.

Be ready, Jezebel told her wolf, it’s almost time.

Alpha Byron gave it another minute, letting the Omega ‘enjoy’ the full sensation of the destroyed Mate bond.

“I, Alpha Byron Blackwood, of the Black Wood pack banish you, Omega Jezebel Wendy Fleek….”

Jezebel didn’t hear the rest of it, the pain was too intense. A banishment wasn’t something you accepted it was something forced upon you. It burned through her soul, making her vomit on the snow. A mix of bile and blood. The weight of the collective pack mind lifted, leaving her free.

Now, Jezebel told her wolf through the pain. The wolf howled, bursting through skin and bone. Finally we were free of his command. Free of him. We were Rogue and our life is ours.

Through the searing pain they ran. Her wolf was strong, the Goddess had blessed them with a strong wolf, destined to be Luna, but Jezebel couldn’t help her how she despised the Goddess for her Mate was cruel.

Keep going, Jezebel screamed at her. Behind them was the heavy sound of wings flapping; the dragon-shifters had given chase. Well at least one of them had. It shouldn’t have been possible for them to shift or run - the double rejection should have killed them. But somehow through sheer determination Jezebel and her wolf were alive and free and running. Jezebel pulled the pain closer, balling herself around it so her wolf could focus on running. Their sense of smell was impaired, the blood leaking from their nose prevented it. It made it hard to know if there were any wolves ahead or how close the dragon was behind them. Jezebel wasn’t going to look back. No way. She needed to stay on course, looking ahead and running the neutral border. The magic that outlined the territories either side of her served as a guide. We have to run faster.

Wings, pounding the air with a desperation that matched the wolf’s paws pounding the snow covered floor, sounded closed. He was gaining.

Damn it, RUN! We can’t let him catch us. We won’t be their breeder bitch. The next territory wasn’t far. If they could make it to that packland then they could rest. It would take time for the dragons and her old pack to get permission to cross. After that she could travel against the border, living life as a rogue.

A change in the air behind Jezebel told her it was over. The wolf slammed to a halt, turning as she did so to face the dragon. To fight. Surrender was not an option. Freedom or death, there was no other choice.

He was big, he was green and they were not afraid. They would make him bleed. Jezebel and her wolf gnashed their teeth and lunged as he reached out a clawed hand to grab them. Landing on his dragon palm they scratched and bit furiously. Pulling out scales with wherever they could. The dragon tried to grab them but he was gentle and slow and easy to dodge. His mistake.

The wolf clawed up his arm, dying the green red and yanking more scales. Still he tried to pick them up carefully. His dragon blood was slick beneath her paws and she slipped, plummeting towards the ground. The beast caught the wolf with his other hand and she tore into that one too.

The beast lowered the angry wolf to the ground and in smooth succession shifted into his fully clothed other half. Pretentious show off. They were too tired to out run him, deciding instead to fight. He was still bigger than the wolf by far but in this form he was easier to kill.

“Please, calm down Jezebel and, um, I’m sorry I don’t know your wolf’s name.” He had his hands up, pleading for surrender. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

The wolf growled, letting him know they did not feel the same way.

“Could we at least talk?”

In answer the wolf lunged at a his hand, clamping it. The bones broke beneath her teeth. A satisfying crunch. What was less satisfactory was the dragon-shifters reaction - or lack of.

“Please, Jezebel.” He begged as the wolf thrashed, tearing his hand. “Ok, the hard way it is.” The dragon-shifter was learning; the hard way was the only way. There was never anything else for them. He pulled the white wolf in, wrapping an arm around her throat. She snapped at his face, catching the soft skin with sharp teeth. The wolf fought hard, struggling against his vice-like grip, until she passed out, forcing Jezebel to shift back. He didn’t continue to choke her. Opting instead to let her go.

Jezebel stumbled, falling into the frozen ground. Weaker, weapon-less and naked, she forced myself to her feet. A rock snatched from the ground would became her weapon. From his voice she knew he wasn’t the Beta so he was either the Alpha King himself or the Gamma. Either way, Jezebel was sure one of them wasn’t walking away from this fight.

“Jezebel, please…”

Screaming, the Omega pitched forward, swinging at him. He grabbed her arm with ease, stopping the attack. The rock fell from her grasp as tingling static electricity flowed between their connected skin.

“Now do you understand?” He let go. The world span. Jezebel blinked rapidly, falling to her knees, finally out of steam. The snow got another delivery of her blood-vomit.

He was her second chance Mate. The realisation thundered in Jezebel’s skull in the moment before she passed out.