alpine Ω alpha (Werewolf Aizawa)

Fall Ride (1)

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You have for years driven your mother and father crazy. You haven't found an Alpha mate yet but managed to dodge the least desirable and cruel Alphas stalking a mate. But the chances, of an encounter is increasing, too. You are well past the usual teens-early twenties period of the Claiming ritual, by a proper Alpha.

Your mother insists it's time to settle down.

So she preaches to you."Wait too long, an Alpha picks you..."

(Y/n) waves her hand to brush her mom's words of warning off. Maybe you should listen to her once and awhile?

You don't listen about riding in the back country either. You are brave and a self-sufficient as an Omega. You have ridden in the mountains since the age of sixteen. (Y/n) is an only child, you has always been independent in thinking and choosing who you associate with.

Yet, you have caught the eye of a stronger, older Alpha in the small town you live near. You just don't give him the time of day yet. His intentions are mostly in the best interest, towards you. This lone wolf is now about to get extremely bold towards you. You will be his lifetime mate,soon.

You just don't give him the time of day yet.

The weekend forecast for the fall weekend is sunny and above average temperatures. (Y/n) decides to get one more mountain ride in with her jet black horse, Dante. Dante has earned his name from his days as a racehorse, he runs wild and fast like hellfire. So after planning your autumn ride, (Y/n) heads off to bed. It will be Saturday morning when you get up early at five a.m. due to the shorter hours of light.

You don't want to get caught in the dark returning.

After eating breakfast, (Y/n) grooms Dante. Your hands meticulously brush first with what is called a stiff haired mud brush and follow by using a soft brush until Dante's ebony coat seems to shine in the first rays of the morning. (Y/n) loads her trusted and seasoned mountain horse into the horse trailer. The sound of Dante's metal horseshoes clank softly as he is walking on gravel.

Your breath lingers in the cold, brisk morning.

Even though (Y/n) is an Omega, you have never had any issues in the high country. Occasionally Alpha hikers or hunters this time of the year, but none of these alphas have ever gone 'rut nuts' if your heat shows up early. It could also be that your horse's scent masks yours enough. Dante has always protected you too so he doesn't let people get close to you.

He is your four legged bodyguard.

The drive is pleasant as the sunrises high over the distant mountains and you proceed to get to the spot you park at. ( Y/n) will be riding in a designated wilderness area so your 'rig' stays parked. The air is still chilly but the smell of the fall leaves is stronger like that. Dante is acting a little 'jumpy' as you unload him. It's the beginning of hunting season and the bears are looking for the last rush on food before hibernating.

So you note that a bear encounter could happen.

Your hands softly place the neck strap of the breast collar over Dante's head to rest the strap near his withers.. There is beautiful tooling of leaves and acorns on the dark brown leather. You chuckle softly to yourself.

One time you forgot it and your saddle slipped.

(Y/n) lifts then gives a heave, as Dante's height in old English is 16 hands, the thirty five pound trail saddle on his back. With one hand holding the bridle and the other holds the snaffle bit. It's cool enough that (Y/n) warms the metal bit up with her hand.