-Noms on a hot pocket-
Dove P.O.V (14 years old)
I let out a grunt as I fell to one knee. Clutching my stomach as another blow landed to my back, causing my frame to crumple. Tears came to my eyes and I rolled over, putting my hand out to signal a stop. I wheezed and felt the metallic taste of blood come to my tongue.
"Alright! Omar, you may take a break. Dovain, come here." I clenched my jaw as I slowly sat up, feeling Omar move down to help me but he was quickly pulled off, dumbass he knew the rules. I shoved my hands into the ground and shakily stood, my knees wobbled slightly and I held my stomach tightly with one arm and gripped the water fountain with the other. Giving out a small cough before finally raising my gaze to meet the eye of the Alpha. I controlled my breathing and dropped my arm from my stomach holding his gaze as he looked me over.
"I'll give you a couple more years to beat Omar, don't think him being older means he can beat you in a fight, your faster then he is. Much faster, use that to your advantage understand?" He rumbled, and I nodded. Mumbling a small yes sir and reaching out as he handed me my water bottle and a couple of tablets of ibuprofen.
"Go home and rest up for a few hours, meet me in the weight room at seven." He murmured, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead. "I suggest and ice bath." He said with a small chuckle which caused a smile to tug on my lips, looking up at him one more time before nodding and gathering up stuff in my bag and throwing it over my shoulder with a grimace.
"See you later dad."
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Dove P.O.V (10 years later)
I glanced down at Olana with a small smile. Brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face and moving them behind her ear. Brushing my thumb along her temple for a moment with a solum expression. Olana was currently fast asleep on the couch, curled between my legs with her head resting on my abdomen, one of my legs thrown over the two of hers while her arms wrapped around my waist. Nathan was laying on the floor with Charlie and Duke watching the final few episodes of gravity falls. I rubbed my eyes and sunk back down into the couch, pulling Olana up a little so I could lay down fully. She grumbled and shifted a little before getting comfortable again and burying her face into my side, her warm breath tickling the side of my arm. I gave out a yawn as I looked down at Nathan.
"So what time are Omar and Rosie gonna be here?" I asked, stretching my legs outwards a bit, smiling a little when Olana squirmed and nuzzled her nose into my arm, tightening her grip on my waist.
"Uhhh I would think around... 7? I dunno." He mumbled with a shrug, his eyes glued to the screen. I sighed realizing he would be useless for information as long as he was watching his show. I had invited Omar and Rosie over for dinner, which had yet to be made. I glanced at the clock that read 5:37 pm and sighed, looking down at Olana who was still sleeping peacefully.
"Alright well, we should start on dinner soon." I murmured and he stretched and sat up nodding, going to the kitchen to get everything cleaned up and in order while I pressed a kiss to the top of Olana's head. Running my hands along her back and giving a small squeeze to her legs with my own. Wrapping them around her and holding her firmly as she squirmed and tried to burrow into my chest.
"Olly." I murmured, leaning down close to her ear, feeling her fingers curl into my shirt. Running my fingertips along her back and back up to the back of her neck, drawing teasing circles with my thumb where my mark would lie. Olana's fingers continue to simply curl into my shirt while she stayed still, I gave a small huff and got a brilliant idea. I leaned down and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin I would soon mark, hearing Olana such in a sharp breath as I kissed along her neck and slowly grazed my teeth along the sensitive skin. She suddenly jolted up, looking down at me with wide eyes and burning red cheeks, holding her hands up in defense.
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Alpha Dove (AlphaxOmega)GxG
WerewolfIn a world where packs are run by tradition set millennia ago, it is hard for cultures to accept change. One of these packs by the name of Lucine were imprisoned 50 years for its unjust practices, believing that they alone could uphold every tradi...