Clarke

Clarke shifted awkwardly from side to side, rolling her shoulders till they popped softly. The clothes she wore weren't her own yet they fit just fine, smelt like wild flowers and were soft against her skin. But they were Lexa's. Lexa's battered and worn Violent Femmes t-shirt, her worn, ripped jeans, even the underwear wasn't Clarke's. True it was new, but it wasn't hers. The only thing she'd convinced Anya to let her keep were her boots. The Beta had demanded to burn the rest, claiming Clarke's old clothes stank of death and motels. The blonde couldn't really argue with that.

The blonde Omega knew her mother was now present within the house, she could smell her. So familiar, yet old. Bellamy was back as well, along with Marcus Kane, her mother's always trusted advisor. Another scent was present, one Clarke knew, but somehow didn't at the same time.

She made a decision then. She couldn't pace up in this spare room like a caged animal, waiting to be fetched to see her mother, her pack. She was chosen Alpha, the Alpha of the Skikru and she was leaving that room. As she reached for the door handle, Clarke narrowly missed being smacked in the nose with it. The blonde jumped back, only to find herself hitting the floor as a young wolf jumped at her with a cry of joy.

"CLARKE!" the jumper squealed, wrapping herself around the blonde, hugging her tightly on the floor.

"Octavia?" Clarke questioned, the familiar yet different Alpha scent filling her nose. Bellamy's baby sister. Her best friend. The younger wolf sat up, straddling Clarke's thighs. She grinned wide, her eyes bright and dancing with joy, "You smell weird," Clarke muttered with a grimace. Octavia frowned, flicking her dark hair back slightly,

"Three years and that's all I get? I smell weird?" still she grinned, not moving from her spot on Clarke's legs. The omega frowned and made a move to shove the other girl off her, but Octavia was faster. She rolled away effortlessly, jumping to her feet into a crouch. "You smell weird," she shot back at Clarke, smirking. The blonde growled low in her chest, sitting up.

"I smell like Lexa. Her clothes, her shampoo. Trust me it was better than a few hours ago,"

"Oh yeah, Bellamy said you stank! Like road kill," Octavia laughed and stood, helping Clarke to her feet, "I missed you, Princess," the words were said quietly, they held enough emotion and true feelings to tug at Clarke's heart. Octavia had been her best friend for years, for as long as she could remember. Clarke had hated leaving her the most. They'd been through a lot together. When the omega had hit her first heat, Octavia had presented as an Alpha for the first time. Which had been a shock considering her elder brother was a Beta. It also made it difficult for the two friends.
Clarke's heat had drawn Octavia's Alpha out in full force and together they'd experienced the brunt of a first heat and rut together. Octavia had never knotted Clarke, but she'd come damn close to. There was even one point when Clarke had thought Octavia was going to be her mate. Until she met Lexa.

"Seriously? Is that still a thing?" Clarke groaned, returning the tight hug.

"Yeah, yeah it is," the younger girl grinned wider, her grass green eyes sparkling.

"So, why are you here? Unusual for Lexa to let so many Skikru into her home,"

"Things have…changed, Clarke. I'm part Trikru now. Lincoln and I, we mated, suppose that's why I smell different," Octavia perched on the bed, sighing softly, avoiding Clarke's eyes. It made sense, Clarke thought, once two wolves mated their scents merged, they became one. Clarke remembered Lincoln being one of the few omegas of the Trikru. "So I'm allowed to be here. Bellamy and your mom have to ask permission or be invited even though Lexa has been looking after Skikru. But I guess that's why you're here now? To be Alpha and join us all together," Octavia practically bounced on the spot, but Clarke frowned hard.

"What?" Clarke was confused. That was Lexa's plan? To actually let her be Alpha again? Join the Packs together? The blonde knew nothing of this, clearly Lexa had an agenda she hadn't let Clarke in on. And she'd been lying earlier. Clarke felt her she wolf rise within her, roaring in anger, roaring for the truth and Lexa's blood. The blonde clenched her fists together, so tightly her knuckles felt like they'd split,

"You're going to be Alpha again, with Lexa, and two Packs will become one…that's why Bellamy came to get you…"

"Where the fuck is Lexa!"

Lexa

"Where is my daughter?" Abby Griffin demanded, her eyes narrowed, shoulders stiff. The beta wolf was making a good show, filling in for her missing Alpha for three years had made her tough, angry, dominant. But Lexa still owned the room, and she was the only born Alpha.

"You will see her shortly. We have much to discuss first though," Lexa reseated herself behind her desk, reclining in her leather throne as the Beta wolves took seats and positions around the room. Kane sat beside Abby while Bellamy stood to her right. Behind them, Indra and Gustus stood by Lexa's massive bookcases, their eyes on the Skikru wolves, "The merging of our two Packs shall be final in two nights, during the first moon of the cycle. Clarke will stand beside me as Alpha and we shall be one. As we agreed. Yes?"

Abby nodded stiffly, knowing it was for the best, even if some of the other Skikru wolves disagreed. With the alliance between them they would be stronger, protected, whole again. Especially with her daughter returning to the fold.

"Of course Alpha, as we agreed. But what of the Azgeda? Miller has heard that they are traveling here?" this came from Kane; he was a wiry and lithe Beta wolf. An older, thick bearded man, who had been all for the alliance since Clarke became Alpha years ago. Lexa regarded him with a curt nod.

"The Miller boy is not wrong. The Azgeda Pack is heading here, demanding more from us than just a banishment. Clarke broke a law that all wolves follow. We do not kill humans, even when threatened. She may have taken a self-banishment and followed it through but Nia wants more. She wants blood. And I will not have that, I think you would agree?" Lexa laced her fingers together a she spoke, holding her head high as she watch Abby digest her words.

"My daughter will not face death for protecting her people, your people. She did what was right," Abby spoke through gritted teeth. Lexa could feel the Beta's wolf raising its head, brushing against the surface of Abby's calm resolve.

"Clarke will not face the death penalty. She has served her banishment for the crime. The bonding of our Packs will mean more. I have already established a truce between three other Packs who agree with us. Clarke did what was best for us all. Nia is power hungry and after what I, we, will create,"

"What does Clarke have to say about all this?" Bellamy asked quietly, already knowing he was speaking out of turn. Lexa decided to let it slide. The Blake boy was Clarke's Beta once. He still was, underneath it all. Plus his sister had mated with one of her own, Lincoln, already paving a way towards a merge. As Lexa turned her eyes to him, opening her mouth to speak, the study door slammed open.

"Clarke would have liked to been informed of such things before the decision was made for her," the blonde Omega roared, striding into the room. Her aura dominated everyone else's, covering the room in waves, thick and heavy with anger. It hit Lexa like a hurricane, coating her skin and seeping within her. Clarke turned to Lexa, moving between her mother and Kane, to slam her hands flat against the surface of the desk, her face inches from the Trikru Alpha, "So I'm to be Alpha again? What if I didn't want that,"
"To keep your people safe, you'll accept being an Alpha once more Clarke. You're not an idiot, you'll take this and everyone will be safe," Lexa kept her voice calm, even though the raging aura made her wolf howl and her body ache. A pulse shot down her body again, pooling at the apex of her thighs. Lexa drew in a breath and wished she hadn't instantly. Clarke's scent was thick, angry, but still an Omega, her Omega. She needed Clarke, for more than the merge. She wanted her as her own, her mate. Seeing her so enraged, so angry, letting her scent flare and show made it all the more clear to her, "You were born to be an Alpha. This is your role in life Clarke," Lexa muttered softly,

"Clarke, Clarke listen. Lexa is right. Everyone will be safe. You will be safe," Kane reasoned from behind her, reaching forward to touch Clarke's arm lightly. The blonde growled and snapped at him, Kane retracted his hand quickly, shifting in his seat.

"Clarke, the Azgeda are on their way here to take your head. They aren't happy about what you did. If we become one with the Trikru you can be safe," Abby spoke slowly, carefully. Her tone was soothing for her daughter. Lexa knew this by the way Clarke's shoulders sagged slightly, admitting defeated. Slowly the blonde retracted from the desk, drawing her anger back within herself. She still kept her now violet eyes on Lexa, eyeing her carefully,

"I'm sorry you were not informed of this sooner Clarke, I was going to discuss this with you after this meeting. But it seems the younger Blake was over excited with such news," Lexa frowned, shooting a look at Bellamy. He sighed and hung his head as Octavia slipped into the room, her face burning red. Clarke huffed loudly and began to pace the room, her violet eyes darting between every wolf present. Lexa had to wonder if Clarke knew her eyes had gone violet, that she paced like a wolf. The elder girl couldn't tear her eyes away from the Omega; she longed to go to her, to sooth her. But it would do no good, not in front of the Beta wolves, she had to hold steady, wait it out,

"Is there anything else I should know? We didn't get mated without me being informed?" she shot Lexa a dark look. The brunette felt herself seize up then, her shoulders went rigid, eyes wide as Clarke scanned her, taking in the other Alpha's surprised look. Clarke knew that was impossible, they both had to be present for a mating, but Lexa knew her anger still boiled inside.

"Don't be ridiculous Clarke," Abby laughed, sensing the tension in the air. Every wolf in the room could feel Lexa's alpha aura pushing out wards, reclaiming the room, trying to mask the distinct Omega scent. With the full moon so close every wolf was close to bursting out of their skin, they could feel the ripple in the air. The lingering Omega scent, filled with promises of Clarke's heat, didn't help matters. Lexa and Clarke stared at one another, probably for a beat too long before Octavia spoke up.

"That couldn't happen, could it?" her tone was innocent, her eyes wide. Clarke stopped her pacing, everyone in the room held their breath as they trained their eyes on Lexa.

"No. We have not been mated. It's impossible that could happen," Lexa said definitely, cutting through the silence, "I don't think we have any further matters to attend. Abby, the Trikru will see you in two days for the merge, Indra would you inform the others to prepare," Lexa stood as she spoke, her lips pressed in a thin line. She was thankful she'd kept her Alpha urges at bay during Clarke's little display. The talk of mating had crept under her skin and she wanted to be alone.

Ever since the first time she'd met Clarke, the Omega's wolf had called to her. Lexa's own wolf longed to be mated to the Omega, like they were two pieces of the same puzzle. Before her banishment, Clarke had spent days and nights with Lexa, learning about being an Alpha, her role in the world, her abilities. Then in the dead of the night Lexa had taught Clarke all about her body and what that liked, wanted, needed.

They shouldn't have, it was always risky, two opposing Alpha's sneaking off. But Lexa had fallen for Clarke, instantly, as had her wolf. She'd never had the chance to tell her, or the courage. And now, after everything Lexa had done, after the deal she'd struck with the hunters, she never thought she would have chance again.

"Thank you, we'll take our leave then, come on Clarke," Abby stood, turning to the door, expecting her daughter to follow. It seemed for a moment that Abby had forgotten that her daughter wasn't a docile, obedient wolf.

"I'm staying," Clarke grunted back, her back to everyone as she stared through the study window. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow across the lawn that led to the trees.

"Clarke, you're coming home," Abby growled. Lexa couldn't help but roll her eyes, the standoff was pointless.

"I'm staying, mom. I have a lot to discuss with the Alpha."