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Something was wrong. That was the first thought that ran through Harriet's mind as she opened her eyes. It was dark, likely midnight if the bright full moon in the sky was any indication. She wasn't sure what was happening, but every hair on her body was standing straight up. There was undeniable tension in the air, like something was about to snap. 

She sat up, unwilling, or unable, to try to sleep again, to see an empty room. She didn't know why, but she felt pulled into the hall, so she got out of bed, slipped on her slippers and lit a candle before leaving her room. When she pushed the door open the scent of Emma assaulted her nose. She was no stranger to the scent, and more than once she had found comfort in it, but now it was almost too much to bare. She covered her nose with her free hand as she pushed deeper into the dark hall. “Ms. Woodhouse?” She called into the darkness. 

A creaking noise sounded behind her, she quickly turned to try and find the source. She saw nothing but the same darkness she'd been seeing. Her heart started to race as her imagination began to fill her mind with monsters and creatures of legend. She quickened her pace in the halls until she came into the dining room. Moonlight shown through the clear glass panes, illuminating the space well enough to see. Yet she still saw nothing out of the ordinary, but she couldn't shake the feeling something was watching her, stalking her. Everytime she turned around she swore she could see movement in the darkest shadows. 

“Ms. Woodhouse..?” She asked again, tears nearly falling from her eyes. That's when she heard it, a low, deep growl behind her. Every nerve in her body came alive at the noise. She didn't know if she would be able to turn, but something deep inside her told her she should. So she did, slowly. Before she made a full turn she felt a hot breath on her neck so strong it extinguished her candle. Trembling, she finished her turn to see a beast, two heads taller than she, messy fur covering its body, a long muzzle, which was open, showing her sharp, fanged teeth. 

She knew it was Emma, she could scent it even with her eyes closed. Even though Emma was the ideal lady, prim and proper, always mindful and polite, but now, she was an unkempt, drooling beast. Emma's silver eyes looked her over, which caused Harriet to shrink a bit and take a step back. She knew she shouldn't have done that. Emma was an alpha, this was her change. 

She shouldn't have changed though, the two of them tracked her changes and made sure Harriet vacated Hartfield before they occurred. Not that she wanted to leave, quite the opposite. Harriet often dreamed of being where she was now, trembling prey before her lover, her predator, but she never expressed that desire, for it would've been inappropriate to do so. She wasn't sure why Emma changed tonight, and she doubted she would get to ask anytime soon.

“Ms. Woodhouse?” Harriet asked, taking another step back. Emma tilted her head and took a step towards her. In the moonlight Harriet could make out her fur a little better, which was short and messy, so blonde it could've been mistaken for white. Harriet's knees felt weak as she tried to speak, “Ms. Woodhouse, are you in there?” She asked, trying to reason with the beast. 

“Mine.” She snarled, her lips curling up to expose more of her teeth. Her voice sounded deeper than normal and more forced, like saying words was strenuous.

Harriet couldnt deny the pulse she felt between her legs at the proclamation. She'd wanted to hear that for over a year, but she also knew the beasts inside the alphas had a mind of their own. Being in the vicinity of an unclaimed omega was enough to make them rampage until they found and claimed them, so she wasn't sure if this was something Emma really wanted, or if it was what her beast wanted. 

“Emma..” Harriet said quietly, “let's go to bed.. please, we can talk on the morrow.” She tried to reason. Her words only made Emma stand up taller, her arms and hands flexing. Harriet got a full view of her massive claws now, which no doubt were razor sharp. 

She was about to speak again, but Emma did first. “Run.” She said, her mouth dripping with anticipation. Harriet didn't question the command, she bolted on shaky legs. She wasn't sure if Emma had pushed through and asked her to run from something she didn't desire, or if the beast wanted to chase down its pray, either way, she ran. She knew Hartfield well enough by now, so finding her way to the exit wasn't hard, even with the sound of the beast behind her in the darkness. She thought about baracading herself in her room, but she knew Emma would burst through the wooden doors with ease. So she would take her chances in the woods. 

She ran from the house, unwilling, or unable to look back to see if Emma was in pursuit. She tore through branches and shrubbery, trying her best to find her way in the moonlit grove. Her biggest concern was dishonoring Emma by being claimed and being unwanted. She would ruin her friend if she were caught, even if she wanted so desperately to be. Though she should've known she wouldn't get far, especially in these woods. These were her woods, her hunting grounds. 

She heard the beast all around her, sometimes to her left, sometimes to her right, sometimes so close behind her she could once again feel her breath on her neck. She felt like she was being herded in a direction unknown to her. She had to remind herself multiple times she couldn't want this, she couldn't enjoy the chase, but her body didn't listen to her commands. 

Eventually she came into a clearing, her lungs hurt, her throat was dry and chapped. Unable to run anymore, she stopped, trying desperately to catch her breath when she heard a heavy thump a few yards in front of her. She looked up to see Emma on all fours, her silver eyes reflecting light like a cat. She looked downright terrifying in the dim light. 

“Please…” Harriet begged on trembling legs. “Ms. Woodhouse, please don't. You don't want me.” She tried to reason. As she spoke Emma's ears pricked up, she stood on her hind legs to take a step closer to her prey. Harriet swallowed hard at the display. 

The beast tilted her head and snarled again, “Mine!” She yelled, far louder than before, her voice raspy. 

Harriet wanted to cry, but she willed the tears to stay in, she couldn't make herself more prey-like. Emma didn't want her, she would never want her. This was beyond her control, she had to remind herself. “I'm sorry..” she whispered and turned once again to run, but she didn't take more than a single step before Emma pounced on her, pinning her to the ground so hard it took her breath away. She tore at Harriet's nightgown with abandon, her sharp claws making easy work of the thin fabric. 

Harriet had to fight back, for Emma's sake, so she turned over, her torn gown falling off her chest. She made a resolution to hit Emma to try and escape, but when she turned and Emma saw her exposed breasts, she paused. Her silver eyes locked on her breasts as she panted. Harriet too had her eyes locked on Emma's body. It was the first time she'd ever seen an alpha's cock, she was engorged, the head wet and glistening. She swallowed hard as she felt her body start to adjust and prepare to be bred, to be claimed. 

She knew she shouldn't want it, but god, she did. She clenched around nothing as she stared. But her guilt won out, above her lust and desire. She scooted backwards on her hands, making Emma growl. “Emma, we can't, I know you're in there, please.” She said, trying to soothe the beast. 

Instead, Emma pushed her back down on her back and tore at the gown, leaving claw marks on Harriet's abdomen. The newfound pain from the wounds sent a surge of adrenaline through her, so she resolved to go with her original plan. She struck Emma's muzzle as hard as she could, hoping that it would distract her well enough so she could run. Emma closed her eyes and shook her head, clearly affected by the strike. 

Harriet took the opportunity and scrambled to her feet to run. Her torn gown fell from her body as she sprinted naked through the woods. Emma was close on her heels though. And after only a few seconds she felt Emma pin her once more only with more force. Her claws dug into Harriet's shoulders as she pushed her face into the dirt. She still tried to struggle and push against her, but when she pushed back with her hips, she was met with Emma's cock pressing against her ass. The feel of it sent a pulse through Harriet's body down to her cunt. 

Emma moved her hips back, then her large hands moved off her shoulders. She didn't dare move, even when she felt Emma's presence behind her shift back further. Her body was trembling with a mix of fear and lust. Momentarily, she thought Emma had come to her senses and backed off, but she couldn't have been more wrong. 

Harriet let out a gasp as Emma grabbed her thighs roughly to lift her ass into the air. Her claws were cutting into her skin, but any pain she felt was overshadowed by the feel of Emma's breath on her skin. She could hear Emma sniffing her, likely seeing if she was ready to be bred. She must've decided she wasn't though because the next thing Harriet felt was her large warm tongue running along her sex.

She tried to crawl away from the pleasure, but Emma stopped her by squeezing her legs tighter, the claws no doubt drawing a fair amount of blood. She growled deeply, a warning. So Harriet stopped trying to leave, as Emma began to lap at her cunt she slowly stopped wanting to. A rutting Alpha could easily send an omega into heat. She'd been hoping to avoid it, but as she gripped the grass tightly and leaned back into Emma's tongue, she felt her inhibition start to slip. 

Emma's efforts picked up, and she quickly felt her orgasm come. She let out a sharp cry as she gushed on her alpha's tongue. Emma didn't stop though, seemingly encouraged by the slick and noises from her prey. Harriet was over-stimulated, but didn't try to get away. The glimpse of Emma's cock earlier worried her. She needed to be as prepared as possible to take it.

Harriet finally took a much needed breath as Emma let up. Her whole body was shaking from the ecstasy that replaced the fear. She didn't get much reprieve before Emma harshly grabbed her side and flipped onto her back. She looked absolutely feral, her muzzle was damp, her teeth were bared as she snarled. Harriet trailed her eyes down her body, down her toned abdomen, to her erect cock. She was hard before, but it was harder than before, thick and veiny, where before the tip was glistening now it was outright leaking. But the biggest difference was the inflated knot at the base.

She knew the basics of mating, where the cock goes, the purpose of the knot, etc. But knowing and actually seeing it we're very different things. She might've been afraid of the size, but the rational part of her brain was overshadowed by her heat. And she knew Emma would never hurt her more than expected. Omegas were always roughed up during the mating process, but Harriet now knew the pain from her claws and teeth only added to the pleasure. 

Harriet found herself spreading her legs for the beast, and Emma took advantage. She leaned forward, her arms on either side of Harriet. She didn't give Harriet much of a warmup before plunging her cock into her from tip to the knot. Harriet let out a sharp cry at the sensation while Emma let out a labored breath. 

Emma quickly set a fast, brutal pace, but Harriet didn't complain. She liked it as much as Emma did, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched. For many heats she'd looked at her bedroom door with the hope that Emma would smash through it and take her, breed her, she wouldn't complain when it was finally happening. 

Emma leaned down and clamped her teeth over Harriet's breast. She cried out at the sharp pain, but it lulled into pleasure as Emma's large tongue ran over her nipple while blood ran down her chest to mix with the cuts on her stomach. She wanted those teeth on her neck, she wanted to be claimed, owned. 

The thought of it mixed with the stimulation was getting her closer to her second orgasm, and she could tell Emma was close behind by her increasingly sloppy thrusts. She'd stopped at her knot with every thrust, but Harriet knew what was about to happen. 

Emma pulled off her breast, her mouth and teeth were bloody. She looked at Harriet for only a moment before latching onto her neck and pushing the knot inside. They came together, Harriet with her legs wrapped around Emma's hips, Emma marking Harriet as her own. Emma howled as she spilled into her mate. They belonged to each other now.

After her orgasm, the once aggressive wolf became docile and caring. She moved one of her arms under Harriet's back to lift her off the ground. Still connected, she turned them so Emma was on her back, with Harriet laying on her soft chest. She was thankful for the reprieve as exhaustion had almost immediately set in. Being knotted was like being complete, like a puzzle piece, once missing, falling into place.

She heard Emma sniff the air before feeling her damp nose press into her neck. She used the rest of her energy to move her head to the side, and Emma began to lick the wounds she left on her neck. It wasn't like before, instead it was loving, like she was trying to clean them.

Harriet knew they shouldn't sleep in the woods, after all in the morning they'd wake up naked, but these were Emma's woods, her domain. She doubted they'd be bothered here. She just hoped that Emma wouldn't be upset by this, but she didn't have the energy to worry much about it. 

Harriet drifted off to sleep, encompassed in Emma's fur, still joined together. She dreamed of their litter, of their life together, of their happiness.

Emma woke up to a blinding sunlight and the sound of birds. She groaned and went to sit up, but stopped when she felt the weight on her chest. She looked down to see herself and Harriet, naked and covered in blood, including her neck. She looked closer and saw the wounds on her neck were a mostly healed bite. It was going to be a scar.

Memories came crashing back to her, waking up at night in pain, thinking only of Harriet. And then nothing, it was blank. But the context was enough to put it together. She laid her head back down and tried not to cry.

She'd wanted this for so long, but she promised Harriet to help find her a husband. But the moment she turned, she took it anyway. She would wake Harriet soon to try and apologize for her sin, for taking something that cannot be returned. But for now, she would lay here and let her sleep, she would enjoy the weight on her chest.