There was a curse on Martina's entire alpha family, that every one of them would be betrayed by their mate. It was true, the mate of her mother and brother did betray them.
Therefore, her mother, the current Alpha of their pack, had forbidden her to find her mate. But, Martina insists on finding her mate, as she thought her mate will be different, her mate will help them break the curse. Then her mother made a little bet with her.
"If you become a rogue omega and could bring your mate back, without telling him your real identity, then I admit that your mate is special, and I no longer restrict anyone in the pack from finding their mate."
And Martina accepted all, to break the family curse, she would love to take this challenge.
With a flick of her wrist, her mother turned Martina from an Alpha into an Omega. Martina tried to shift her wolf out, but she failed. She felt weak and powerless, then her mother cut off her connection between the packs. Now she was a wolfless rogue Omega.
After kissing goodbye to her mother and brother, she began her journey to find her mate.
It was a hard life, for an omega, filled with danger and loneliness. She had to scavenge for food and water and avoid the other rogue wolves in the pack.
Day after day, she had been finding her mate from pack to pack but failed. But Martina refused to give up on finding her mate, and she grew stronger and more determined during the process.
This day, as she walked through a dense thicket, she saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look and saw a bush full of ripe berries.
Her mouth watered at the sight of them. She hadn't had fresh fruit in weeks. When she reached out to pluck a berry when suddenly she heard someone shouting,
"Alpla Ansel, there is a rogue over there!" Then a pack of wolves ran towards her! Run! They were hunting rogues!
As she ran, Martina could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her, a growling, snarling sound seemed to be coming from the bushes nearby. She knew that the Alpla Ansel was closing in!
She tried to run faster, but her legs refused to cooperate, and she could feel her legs starting to give out beneath her. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst.
When she was about to get up and run, suddenly, a large wolf, intercepted her, his eyes locked onto hers.
The wolf was very massive, imposing, with a commanding Alpha presence. He towered over the other wolves that she had ever seen, his massive form making him seem almost invincible.
His fur was a deep shade of black, with streaks of silver running through it. His eyes blazed with fierce intelligence, and his muscles rippled under his fur.
Martina stopped in her tracks, staring at the wolf in front of her. Her wolf was overjoyed, and he began to howl at her. "Mate! Martina, we finally find our mate!" She couldn't believe it. After months, she had finally found her mate.
Martina had heard about the mate connection before, but she never thought this feeling was so amazing. Martina had never felt so drawn to anyone in her life. She wanted to be close to him, to feel his skin against hers. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it made her feel dizzy with desire.
Alpha Ansel walked to her slowly as well, but he still keep a wolf shape, and circled around her, sniffing the air around her.
When he approached her, Martina could smell his scent, and it was the most wonderful thing she had ever smelled. It was a heady mix of musk, leather, and a hint of pine that made every she-wolf go wild and weak in the knees.
Martina felt her breath catch in her throat. She could smell his scent, and it made her want to bury her face in him.
Alpha Ansel circled her, his keen nose sniffing at her skin, and Martina couldn't help but feel a shiver of pleasure run through her. Finally, he spoke,
"Are you my mate?" he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "A rogue omega?"
As he talked, Martina couldn't help but notice the way his voice made her feel. It was deep and rich, with a hint of gravel that made her heart race. And every time he spoke, she felt a surge of desire that she couldn't ignore.
Martina nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "Yes," she said, and looked at him, expecting his reaction. "I am your mate, a rogue omega."
Ansel continued to circle her, his eyes narrowed as he took in her scent, sharp eyes seemed to pierce right through her. "You don't smell like an omega," he said finally, his voice tinged with suspicion. "You smell more like an alpha. Hope you are not lying!"