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POV Enid Sinclair
- Mmm, yes, Wednesday...- she moaned, tilting her face until her nose was against her roommate's black pillow.
She’s panting, face flushed, breathing accelerated, and sweat descending her temple. It’s the last day of her Rut. It started three days ago, and Enid had locked herself in the wolf cells for its entire duration. Finally, knowing her secondary sexual characteristics would disappear in a few hours, she dared to leave such a place.
Enid had planned to curl up in the colorful side of her room in the Ophelia Halla. However, upon entering, she saw no sign of her mate. One action led to another, and she found herself taking refuge in Addams' bed, smelling the sandalwood and leather aroma that clung to every nook and cranny.
-Yes, yes...- she murmured, closing her hand around the erection, thrusting her hips up and down in a perfect imitation of the image playing inside her head.
Two years ago, Enid had presented as Alpha after wolfing out under a blood moon to save none other than Wednesday Addams. Ever since they met, Enid knew the young Addams was an omega. However, she wasn’t like the other omegas, for she was dominant, cunning, independent, rebellious, and defiant. Nothing like an omega.
Weirdly, Enid connected with the mysterious young woman right away. They shouldn't work, but they did. Even when Wednesday denied their friendship or how much she cared for the wolf, the facts were evident. Nothing changed after Enid's presentation, except that the alpha knew, as soon as she smelled the sandalwood scent emanating from the omega, that she was her mate. The one.
-Wednesday.- she moaned, burying her face further into the pillow, hand moving so quickly along the length of her hard, erect cok that her hand muscles burned.
In her position, any other alpha sleeping steps away from their mate, would have claimed her first and then, win her love. Not Enid, of course. First, Wednesday would kill her before the blonde could even touch one of her hairs. Secondly, the alfa would never take someone against their will, even if her clan claimed that an omega's place was pleasing their alpha.
-God...- she gasped, tensing her entire body, cumming inside the condom she had carelessly slipped on when she dropped naked on top of Addams' comfy bed. - ...fuck...fuck, Willa..."
She opened her eyes and glanced down for a few seconds, inspecting herself and catching her breath. Then, her gaze slid across the bedroom, landing on Addams' always-perfect desk. Several papers were scattered on it, which caught her attention because the seer was the most organized person she knew. She licked her lips and slowly stood up, turning to look at her friend's bed, confirming that apart from her scent impregnated in every fiber, it was impeccable.
Addams wouldn't notice the difference. She never does.
With a sigh, she walked away to her side of the room, went to the bathroom, and wiped away the evidence of her orgasm before throwing a huge, long yellow sweater over her body, and sliding in a pair of shorts to cover her cock. With renewed exhaustion and noticing the moon rising in the sky, Enid dropped onto her bed. Even two years later, it retains its colorful décor. Her gaze falls on the mountain of stuffed animals.
She rested her face on her forearms and silently inspected the stuffed animals. Then, she frowned, noticing that Eli, the medium-sized stuffed Golden Retriever Willa helped Sinclair win at a fair last year, was missing. That day, the seer had been quiet and glaring at everything as if she was about to commit a serial murder, but when Sinclair came to her pouting, muttering she couldn't win the jackpot on one of the games, the brunette followed her...and won the "disgusting prize."
-Weird…- Enid muttered, eyelids feeling heavy.
No one was entering the bedroom. There was no way it had been stolen.
She would have to ask Willa.
Somewhere between finding out Eli was missing and closing her eyes for a few seconds to revel in the vestiges of the omega's scent, Sinclair fell asleep, only to be awakened by a slap on her cheek. She opened her eyes, the morning sun streaming easily from the side of the window belonging to Wednesday. The wolf blinked, discovering Thing on her chest, who patted her face again.
-Hey, bestie, where's Wednesday?
Thing: Shower. When did you get back?
-Yesterday afternoon. How are your nails? Did you find a new design?
He slid down, descending the bed, and approaching the desk.
Thing: We have work to do.
The alpha sighed. Sinclair didn't know if she should really ask or just play along with the other two. No matter what Addams had discovered, the blonde would be involved in the absurd and dangerous investigation for two reasons. One, they are best friends. Two, Willa is her omega, and if anyone laid a finger on the scary brunette, Enid would rip their hand off with her sharp fangs.
-Now, what have you two found? - she wondered, standing and walking towards the table as she stretched her exhausted muscles.
Thing: Look.
Enid stopped before the table, eyes widening at the image she discovered there. She felt nauseous and brought a hand to her mouth. Even if the blonde hadn't had breakfast, and had barely eaten those four days, she’s sure she would vomit the little stomach content she carries.
Thing: Control yourself.
- When did this happen? It's Peter. - she spoke, staring away from the picture. If she saw blood for one more second, she wasn't sure she would be able to control her nausea.
- We found the body last night while we were returning from archery practice. - Wednesday's voice made her jump slightly.
The omega had emerged from the bathroom so silently.
Enid raised her face towards the seer, who, without waiting for a comment, approached her while adjusting her black tie. Sinclair assessed her as if spellbound, her blue gaze sweeping over Addams’ expressionless face before stopping on her full, thick lips for a few seconds. Her heart raced, memories of the night before flashing through her mind. In her imagination, that same pink mouth had enveloped her little Enid so easily. She was thankful her rut was over and that her little friend was gone; the blonde was sure it would be fucking hard just by glancing at her omega's delicious lips.
-We don't know what kind of animal attacked him, but look at the pattern of scratches on his chest. - the brunette indicated, placing her palms on the table.
The alpha moved closer, pushing thoughts of the omega's scent away to focus her attention on the image before them. Peter lay inside a circle that had been drawn in the sand, naked and with a strange pattern drawn in the center of his hairy chest... Enid would have written about this on her blog if Pete wasn't dead.
-It looks like a sacrifice.- Sinclair admitted
- Exactly. We must find out who did it...and why. I have a lead.
Dramatically, Sinclair extended her neck backward, making a pitiful noise in her throat. Of course, Wednesday had a lead. It was Wednesday Friday Addams. Surely, the seer had one of her visions when she touched the corpse.
- Why don't we let Weems take over? She's the principal. – the alpha complained, looking back at the seer, who had been checking her small black backpack.
- Our group is more effective. Eugene is waiting in the hive for reckoning.
- Willa, we have class in an hour. – Enid reminded her, glancing at the clock, hanging on the wall several inches above the door.
- You have ten minutes to shower. In the meantime, Thing will get you breakfast.
Arguing with Wednesday Addams was not an alternative. The seer wouldn't listen to anyone on a subject like this. With a final sigh and knowing she was defeated, the alpha turned around and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Willa's scent permeated the small place.
She pushed her clothes to the floor, turned the shower handle, and stepped under the water while holding the sponge and pouring Addams' soap on it. Her roommate must have noticed Sinclair used her products all the time. Yet, so far, she hadn't threatened the blonde. Therefore, Enid continues to use it.
The reality is…Sinclair just needed the right moment to explain her feelings. There was a high probability of being rejected. The last time they talked about relationships, the seer made it clear she wasn't interested in having one. Still, if anyone had a chance, it should be the blonde, right? From time to time, Wednesday allows them to cuddle, knows Enid’s favorite food, has combed the blonde’s hair once, and even shows signs of worrying for her when Sinclair’s rut comes.
Everything was confusing with Wednesday...uncertain. Sinclair slid the sponge along every inch of skin, making sure to be fast as she had limited time. Once clean, the blonde left the shower and brushed her damp hair before grabbing the hairdryer. She could hear the omega's footsteps outside and knew she wouldn't be over in ten minutes. However, she also knew Willa wouldn't leave her.
Twenty-five minutes later, they were abandoning the bedroom side by side. Enid was happily eating the sandwich filled with ham, cheese, and egg that Thing brought while Addams went over the clues written in a small black notebook. Sinclair smiled, noticing the rays of sunlight streaming into the hallway as they walked. At that moment, her heart felt bigger as she realized that even if they weren't a couple, she could count on Willa as her best friend and protector.
-Does everyone know?- she queried as they walked through the main entrance, heading to the beehives.
-About Peter Collins' murder?
-Mhm.
-I don't think so. We found him in the woods, and Thing went looking for Weems. She'll probably make up a story to keep everyone out of the loop. Typical of our clever director.
- Do you think they chose Pete at random?
- We shouldn't draw conclusions yet. – Wednesday stated, eyes fixed on her notebook. Which would have offended the alpha if she didn't know Addams.
- Sure, uh... by the way, have you seen Eli?
The seer tensed. There was a pause in her walk that didn't go unnoticed by the alpha. Enid noticed how Wednesday’s always calm and impassive heart accelerated just a little, enough for her eardrums to perceive it.
- Who’s Eli?
- Willa! – the blonde scolded. – The Golden Retriever you gave me.
- I didn't give you anything.
- You won it for me at the fair, don't you remember? The super cute stuffed animal with big ears? – the seer kept staring at her notebook but made a sound in her throat that seemed to indicate she remembered what they were talking about.
- No, I haven't seen it. It's probably hidden in the pile of stuffed animals you refuse to throw in the garbage.
- No, I always have it on top of it. – the wolf argued. – It was there before my rut.
- Maybe you moved it.
- I don't think so.
- Enid. – the brunette finally raised her gaze, the dark of her eyes hypnotizing the blonde. – Concentrate.
Without further ado, Wednesday stepped forward, quickening her steps and pushing open the door that led to the hive. Sinclair ran after her, shouting that she shouldn't get angry so easily. Maybe she had moved Eli inside the mountain of stuffed animals without realizing it. He was her favorite, so she used to sleep hugging him; she must find him.