Chapter 4

Miranda strode into the townhouse regal as ever, but with a slight stiff gait. The chaos of a fashion show combined with the necessary tense posturing of an alpha on four inch stilettos was absolutely deadly to one's body. Her lower back ached, calves burned, and feet were well-their obituary will be in tomorrow's paper. She trudged up the stairs to her bedroom where she slipped them off immediately by the door, groaning in both discomfort and relief. Miranda inhaled deeply and wiggled her toes in the plush carpeting. Sometimes this feeling was a mere step below an orgasm especially after the week she'd been having.

Missed deadlines, numerous mistakes, the half resignation of- she couldn't even mentally say her name. Not without Patricia's serial killer voice tarnishing the memories and everything else.

Oh they didn't come to blows over the phone or anything as pedestrian as that. No, it was something entirely different and business-like. The conversation itself-if one could call it that-was short, clipped, and straight to the point. The following Saturday they were to meet at a nearly microscopic bistro located in an area that was still considered civilized, but modest enough to where they didn't need to worry about prying eyes.

And so the battle lines were drawn.

Miranda growled as she tossed a folder of prints precariously on her bed. She knew it was going to be an ugly fight, but still felt it was one that needed to be done. Even if she was an omega, Andréa was not a child therefore shouldn't be treated as such.

Something unpleasant gnawed at her gut. Miranda Priestly lying to herself banish the thought. Though she knew she absolutely was Miranda chose not to dwell on it. After all, she was a middle-aged childless alpha what on earth did she have to offer a newly heated omega?

Money, status, strong healthy cubs; you could give her all if allowed to claim. Came a tantalizing whisper.

...

No,

Miranda shook her head, entering the bathroom to have her nightly shower. To do such a thing would be suicidal especially if that demoness in a high collar ever found out. Still out of sorts at the mere thought of the woman, she did her routine out of order and turned the water on after getting undressed. She shivered and frowned as she stood bent over the tub, holding her hand under the faucet.

Damn Patricia Hewes to hell and back.

When the water finally made it to the acceptable temperature Miranda stepped in and couldn't contain the deep, growling rumble that bubble from her chest. Perfect. She turned and let the hot water cascade down her over hunched shoulders and back, sighing heavily when muscles began to unwind.

God, that felt exquisite. Miranda reached for a largely expensive bottle of shampoo and inwardly her dam nodded in approval. Always wash your hair first and body second, she used to say.


Soaping herself up, Miranda absentmindedly scrubbed a path she'd been following for years. Chest first, then arms, torso, and-her breath hitched when her hand came into contact with the half flaccid member hanging between her legs. This wasn't a new occurrence. In fact, it was quite common or so she found out after an extremely awkward conversation with her sire nonetheless Miranda was always uncomfortable about this primal and vaguely erotic utterance like she was dirtying an area only meant to be clean.

Delicately as possible she washed it, but the motion and a week's worth of pent up stress seemed cause the opposite of what she wanted. Now fully hard and ready to go, it demanded attention. Oh for the love of-now what. Andréa's face and body came to mind. Miranda sucked in a breath.

No, no, no, this simply will not do she turned to rinse herself off then stood still for a moment, head bowed beneath the weight of the water gushing over her as she somewhat collected herself.

Breath in, breath out, that's it. Think of England.

Soaking white smokey hair flattened against her scalp and face, obstructing her vision a bit still she didn't nothing to prevent it. Perhaps nearly drowning herself will help. She inhaled deeply and felt the heated air suck down in to her lungs, cloying and thick with the smell of jasmine scented soap with her own lingering hint of musk. It practically screamed her arousal. She chanced a glance downward and sure enough there it was bobbing back at her mockingly.

Bloody hell,

This was not happening, this was not-a violent twitch from below let her know that it very well was. Miranda closed her eyes tightly to steel herself only to once again be bombarded by a certain young omega.

Andréa stood in the shower with her naked as the day she was born. Full crimson lips curled into a naughty promise, and normally honeyed eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, Andréa leaned back against the wall and arched her back, knowing thrusting her chest out.

Miranda followed the soap suds as they slid languidly down between two full breasts and groaned.

"Come to me, my alpha, make me yours." The siren beckoned breathlessly.

The fashionista panted as she lost herself completely to the sounds and sights of Andréa in her mind's eye and for an all too brief moment, she thought she caught a hint of the omega's pheromones. She breathed in deeply the ghost of an aroma and moaned. Andréa.

No longer able to resist such a temptation any longer, Miranda wrapped eager fingers around her cock and began to stroke, huffing breaths breaking through the constant stream of water now battering against face, she took her time and let her mind wander.

"I want you to claim me." Pale legs spread wide, showing off the promised bounty in between. Miranda licked her lips like a hungry lioness and dropped down to her knees. A taste was needed.

The phantom taste of everything good burst into her mouth at first lick. Delicious. She lapped at the writhing omega like a thirsty dog, moaning with every mouthful of what was offered.

Miranda leaned against the tiled wall for support as she stroked harder, faster, more desperately. "Yes, yes, yes," She let her head fall back with a solid thump and maintained speed.

Upright now, she pressed her body against damp virgin skin of her chosen and rolled her hips teasingly, letting the sensitive head just barely graze soft petals. "Please," Came a wanton whimper. "Please,"

A possessive growl and Miranda plunged within claiming what was rightfully hers.

God,

She felt her time coiling closer, her member throbbed, knot swelled, and abdomen tightened in preparation for the rapture. Miranda was going to cum and hard.

"Please, alpha, don't stop. Right there...yes, yes, yes," Hips bucked beneath her as slick walls clamped down. It was time.

Just a few more short tugs and Miranda came with a shudder, sending jets of semen flying to the tub below and a second later down the drain. Steady gasping, she languidly stroked herself through the powerful climax, head bowed now, eyes open and sightless, finally stopping when she was left weakened and sated.

She remained beneath the spray for some time afterwards, soothing away the last of her arousal and removing all scents of sex from her skin. Finally she stepped from the shower, toweled herself dry in front of the large bathroom mirror and slipped into a steel colored robe. Just as she was tying the belt though, Miranda happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the reflection. She snapped her gaze back and peered at the flushed faced, stormy eyed, stranger looking back and felt a hot spike of disgusted guilt shoot through her.

Dear God, what was wrong with her?


For two solid straight days, Andy cried, moped, pouted, and avoided her sire like a plague until finally it was Ellen who couldn't take it any longer. Her baby was practically drowning and she was tired of it-and arguing with Patty for that matter.

"Hey," She whispered over at the omega currently slouched beside her on the couch staring blankly at the television screen. When the head stiffly turned her way, Ellen smiled warmly."Why don't we go out have an ice cream or something. I'd be good for you to get out instead of holding up in here wallowing."

"No, I-" Andy tried to protest only to be cut off.

"Oh come on," The older brunette promoted with a reassuring grin. "It won't kill you to get out."

Chocolate eyes stared for a couple of moment before finally Andy sighed in defeat. "Fine."

"Good," Ellen patted her thigh then got up. "Now put on your jacket and lets go."

Andy groaned in exasperation, but obeyed without a fuss.


A single bell jingled when they entered the café and with it came the uplifting smell of freshly brewed coffee and sugar, with the slightest hint of cinnamon. It was a tiny, but busy place, bustling with good energy and happy tunes playing in the background as customers chatted away with their companions and smiling baristas glided this way and that behind the counter.

They made a beeline to the end of a lengthy line and waited for a few college kids to snatch up some lattes before stepping forward.

"Cappuccino, easy on the foam." Ellen ordered curtly then looked over her shoulder at the younger brunette. "What do you want?"

Instead of ordering her usual sundae Andy opted for a sugar free chocolate swirl instead. Nothing to do with her weight or anything just a force of habit driven in when she worked at-."Come on, lets find a seat while we wait." The older lead the younger through the small place until they managed to find a good table in the far corner, where they had an open view of everything and everyone, but could still hear when their order was ready.

Ellen sat first followed by Andy who sat across from her mother. They looked at one another and smiled before the high ranking beta piped up out of concern. "Are you feeling better?"

Andy nodded. "Believe it or not I am."

"Good," Another shared smile and the duo lapsed into conversation about her sire's latest case. The details were a bit vague and watered down, but informative. Apparently a new witness had come forth to testify against the defendant who was consequently her sire's client.

At the mention of this, there was a subtle tightening around her dam's eyes that made Andy frown and eye her curiously though she said nothing.

They heard a woman call their order and the tension broke. "I'll go get it, you stay here." Ellen softly commanded as she left the table to retrieve their purchases. Andy watched her go unseeingly. Her dam always acted so odd when talking about her sire's work. Like she was scared or something which didn't make any sense because they both had the same occupation. Maybe she was just being a worried spouse, or maybe she-

A finger tapped on Andy's shoulder, startling her out of the deep thoughts. She snapped around and her facial features immediately lit up when she recognized the person instantly.

TBC...


AN: Sorry, I'm late a couple of relatives showed up here yesterday and stayed forever. Also this chapter gave me a devil of a time. As you can see there's no twins. They'll come way later on. Of course their looks won't be the same. Any thoughts on the matter are welcome.

-Alright so a couple of fun silly facts: first, in the last chapter I used the name Christina for Patty's ex because it's my name and I got lazy. Second-The saying about washing your hair first came from my Grandma. Though the way she put it was far cruder. "Don't wash your hair with ass water." Or something along those lines. (she was talking about baths btw not showers)