Her Omega

My mouth flies open, a gasp leaving my lips. Where the beast of a wolf stood now stands a six-foot, sexily toned woman with the most gorgeous silky black hair. Nothing compares to her face, though. Her cheekbones stand high on her face, making her look nothing short of regal. Her eyebrows are thin and sharp, and her mouth has a wicked lilt that makes her look like she is devilishly smirking all the time. This woman could very literally be a supermodel.
"MATE," she says, utter dominance leaks into every part of the word. "My name is Tare Bloodborn, Alpha of the blood moon pack." Her gaze pierces into mine with a sort of sharp intellect I hadn't previously credited her for. "You are my mate and you are coming home with me," she says, leaving nothing up for question.
That was a direct order, and I can't disobey. I nod, not trusting my voice. I allow my gaze to flick back up from the ground, not daring to reach her eyes again. Because of our proximity, I came face to face with the very first pair of breasts I have ever seen in my life. My mouth drops open, and my face bursts into flames. I am once again reminded that I am standing here, utterly naked, with the most beautifully intimidating woman I have ever seen in my life. I squirm where I stand, my mouth still open with shock. The alpha leans in, making me jump a little. She puts her mouth right on my ear and breathes out, making my whole body go up in a fire-like blush, and a small shudder runs through my spine.
"Close that little sinful mouth of yours before I put something in it," she whispers, her voice permeated with lust and a lilt of amusement.