Hey, guys. This is something I just came up but English is not my first language so please don't be to harsh. I hope you like it.

Chapter One – This is not what I expected

I know this is a weird story that I'm about to tell you, but I hope you stick with me to find out the end...

You'll see, since I understood what a soulmate identifying mark is, I always dreamed of waking up one morning and finding a mark in some area of my body. From an early age I understood that this strange feeling in my chest was the emptiness I had because of the lack of my other half. When I turned six years old, Mom explained that these marks appear between 6 and 14 years, assuring that there is a maximum of eight years of physical difference between the two halves, but she also told me that if it did not appear it is not because there was something wrong with me, It is only because my soulmate had decided not to come into the world in this life.

For eight years each morning I woke up to check every inch of my body and every morning I was disappointed. However, the day of my 15th birthday was the saddest. That day I knew that I would not find my soulmate on this time, it was not my destiny in this life, maybe in the next I would have more luck.

"Easy, Clarke," Octavia told me, one of my two best friends since I could remember. "Your moms do not have marks either and they are happy, you will surely find someone who makes you happy."

Yes, my mothers did not have soulmate marks, but they had a bond. One is Alpha and the other is Omega. Mama proudly carried the mark of Mom's bite on her neck and I knew that they were the happiest couple I knew. I was aware that there is a possibility that someday I would form that bond with someone, it was still necessary to see if I would present myself as Alpha or Omega but eventually it would happen. It is impossible that I end up being a Beta, it would be too bad luck. It's not that being a Beta is bad, but in the depths of my being, I've always needed that special connection.

"And if it is not like that, you have us, we are the three musketeers. Don´t we?" Raven said with one of her characteristic smiles.

"I know I have you both, but I really had the hope that one day that stupid mark would appear." I felt irritated, disappointed and hurt.

"Okay, relax, no matter how hard you get upset, you will not make it happen. The only thing you're going to achieve is to give yourself a headache and I'll have to hit you with the pillows."

"Raven, what makes you think that hitting someone is a good remedy for a headache?" Octavia asked rolling her eyes.

"I know it is not, but at least it will hurt her profitably" Raven said shrugging to what I only replied with a snort of annoyance. "Anyway, it's already late and I have to go home. Are you coming, Octavia?"

"Stay ..." I said to Octavia with a pleading look.

I would have invited them both if I did not know well that Raven's parents never let her sleep in other people's houses. Not even because her family and mine have known each other for more than ten years. Octavia, however, practically lived in my house.

Her mother worked double shifts in a cafeteria to maintain the house and her older brother, Bellamy, was a good for nothing who spent half his time knotting anyone who allows him and the other half getting drunk in the living room of his house with his friends, other Alphas good for nothing. Octavia, having presented herself as Omega the previous year, certainly felt more secure in my house and my mothers had no objection to her extended stays; for them it was as if they had one more daughter and for me it was perfect not to have to grow up as an only child.

"I'll stay with this jerk," Octavia said rolling her eyes. Feigning annoyance about having to stay, I know very well that she loves to be in my house, so I was not offended.

"Ok. See you later, girls" Raven said goodbye to both and left my room.

"Well, something special that you want to do to end your birthday?" Octavia got up to look for pjs, with all the time that she expended at my house practically the third part of her closet was torn between my clothes.

"Nah ..." I answered without encouragement. I had adopted a starfish-like posture completely scattered on the bed. Octavia hit me in the stomach with one of the pillows that made me open my eyes suddenly.

"Stop with the drama, I assure you that it is not the end of the world. I mean, you're only 15, Clarke. "She pushed me a little to be able to sit on the bed and began to caress my hair absently. "There is still a lot of life ahead, don't you think? There's still plenty of time for you to meet people and experience new things." There was a small pause. "I propose that we go out and see the stars for a while."

I smiled pleased and got up from the bed. I took a blanket and went out the window of my room to spread it on the roof. Octavia followed me and soon we were lying down watching the stars. My head was on her stomach, so our bodies formed a kind of T. One of her hands moved over my skull caressing only with the tips of her nails. Once again, she was explaining to me about the constellations, but I was not paying attention to her.

"Why cannot you be my soulmate?" I asked suddenly. Her hand stopped dead and I could feel her anxious.

Not that I was in love with Octavia or anything like that, but she is the person who knows me the most and in a matter of seconds she can lift my spirits no matter how bad I feel. The silence lasted a few more seconds and I felt the need to break the seriousness of the moment with a joke, however, Octavia's hand calmly moved again in my skull.

"Because that's not how this works, genius"

We both laugh and continue to see the stars without saying anything else.

A few weeks after my birthday, Octavia and I were watching a horror movie with a bowl of popcorn in the middle of the two of us when Mom came into the room and almost gave us a heart attack. We both jumped off the bed throwing the bowl with what was left of the popcorn. Mom gave an exasperated snort and rolled her eyes.

"Girls, it's going to be dinner time. Pick up your mess and come down to help with the table. "She turned to leave the room and without turning to see us she added, "and please open a window. The room reeks. "

Before I could object her comment, Mom had closed the door behind her.

"I'm sorry," said Octavia.

"Obviously she doesn't refer to your pheromones, silly" I said throwing a popcorn to her face and beginning to pick up the trail of popcorn that was on the bed and the floor.

"How do you know?"

"Because mom is an Alpha. There is no way that you could smell unpleasant to her. I mean, it's not like she's going to jump on you like a posse in rut, but it's biologically impossible to her to feel disgusted by the smell of an Omega. It would be very different if you were an Alpha. "

Since she presented as Omega, Octavia had many insecurities. Mainly of her scent. At school she did not seem to attract any of our Alphas classmates and that gave her too many headaches. On some occasion she confessed to me that she was afraid of never finding her mate, even worse because she did not have a soulmate identifying mark either. On several occasions I have tried to convince her not to worry about those things, I told her that she is too young to think about mating and eternally bonding someone.

I know, ironic if we consider that I was constantly waiting for my soulmate mark to appear. But come on, if you see it from my point of view it makes sense. The soulmate mark is not a sexual union. There are cases of soulmates in which each one has their sexual partner, but their soul is united in a deeper way. Your soulmate becomes anything you need: a best friend, a protector, a lover, an unconditional partner in each of the stages of your life. The link does not begin with a physical attraction, but by the need to complement the other person. Finding your soulmate allows you to see the world in color and that is what I so longed for. So well, some friends. One suffered for the lack of mark and the other suffered for lack of a mate.

Raven used to make fun of us constantly. It was more than clear that Raven would be Beta and she did not have a soulmate mark, but she did not need it either. Her biology as Beta gave her that privilege because she did not have to suffer with any longing like mine or Octavia's. Raven can't smell the pheromones that Alphas or Omegas release so they could not affect her and neither did she have dyschromatopsia (inability to see colors). Sometimes I envied her, I think her life it's much easier than ours.

The dinner passed without major relevance. Mom and Mama interrogated us as always about school, if we did well in the subjects, if our classmates were good people, etc. But nothing out of the ordinary. The truth is that I had the best family I could wish for.

After dinner, Octavia and I picked up the table and washed the dishes. While my moms were getting ready to leave. Every certain number of months my mothers left for 3 or 4 days. They often explain that it is to keep the spark in their relationship. I am old enough to know that it is really because of Mama's heat, however, as I had no intention of going through that painful conversation with them; I preferred to continue pretending that they were simple having couple's trips.

"Clarke, please behave like I know you know how to do it. I do not want to go back and have any surprise" Mama said in a serious tone while I was helping her to get for her coat and purse.

"I promise, Mama" I said with a sincere smile.

Mama gave me a side hug and kissed my forehead. Mom also said goodbye with a kiss not without first warning me that if I happened to do something that she would not do, I would be in serious trouble. Before leaving, they both hugged Octavia and left the house.

"Party!" Octavia shouted when she heard the car leave the garage of the house and I let out a laugh.

"You're crazy," I said, rolling my eyes in an exaggerated way.

"How boring, Griffin. If I were you, I would have a party at my house every time my mothers went out. I mean, they go out to have fun as teenagers, but you and I should stay here and wait for them as old ladies?"

"No matter what you say, you'll never convince me to throw a party. Mom would kill me just for thinking about it. "

"Okay, grandma, then what will we do in the next few days?" She said in a bored voice.

"I said I would not have a party at home, I never said anything about going to someone else's party," I said with a suggestive look. Octavia looked at me with wide eyes.

"We'll go to a party?"

"Yeah, so run to get something nice because we're going to a senior party."

An hour later we were arriving at the address of the house where the party was. It was our first party with senior guys, and we are clearly very excited. We really did not know what to expect. But when we arrived it was like entering one of the movies we liked to watch. There was music at full volume, small groups of people dancing here and there. In the kitchen, there were football stars competing to see who could drink more beer. In the garden there was another group playing beer-pong and to tell the truth most of them were already quite wasted but it did not matter. That would be one of the best nights of our life.

We met other friends from school who offered us to take what they were drinking. I have no idea what it was, it tasted sweet, but at the same time it was strong. I was having fun, although I also missed Raven, but her parents were too strict, in no way they would let her be out of home after nine o'clock and since they did not let her sleep in other houses we could not use that excuse to get her to come with us. Octavia noticed my lack of feeling.

"Stop worrying about Raven. Let's have fun" she whispered in my ear as if she could read my thoughts.

I took her hand and we went to the dancing floor. Between drinks, dancing and laughter this was the best night ever. At some point of the night a boy, who I only knew by sight in the hallways of school, came to dance with me. He was a little taller than me, brown hair, thin, not so good-looking, but he was not ugly either and he danced very well. The music changed rhythm, a slow song started and I thought that this boy would ask me to stop, but to my surprise he took me by the waist and pulled me close to keep dancing.

A chill ran down my spine when his neck was so close to my nose. The boy must be an Omega because he had no Alpha smell nor attitude. He had a very peculiar scent that caused something strange in my body. The problem is that my body could not decide if it was a pleasant sensation or just the opposite. I was beginning to feel rigid, my muscles tensed, and my breathing became labored. I was suffocating, it was difficult for me to breathe, I turned around looking for the pair of green eyes that I knew so well and as if it were magic, Octavia was by my side in a matter of seconds.

"What's wrong with you?!" the brunette guy yelled somewhat annoyed when Octavia pushed him hard to get him away from me.

"Get away. From. Her. "Octavia was practically showing her teeth and the brunette stepped back.

Before leaving, he muttered something that I could not understand but it must have been something bad because I noticed that Octavia tensed at his words. My senses were out of tone at that moment, something inside me told me that I surely had drunk much more than I thought.

"Let's go, please," I said to Octavia, pressing the bridge of my nose. I was beginning to feel a strong headache and my muscles kept tensing.

In less than thirty minutes I was already in my bed perfectly wrapped. Octavia had done most of the work, I was too dizzy and disoriented to even concentrate on lowering the zipper of the dress.

"What the hell have you taken?" Octavia complained as she passed a pad with make-up remover on my face.

I did not answer; the feeling of discomfort was too strong to argue with her. I concentrated on the feeling of the wet pad going through every inch of my face. Even though Octavia was angry with me, the movements of her hand were completely delicate. She had no intention of hurting me and it even felt like a light caress even though her skin wasn't touching me directly.

"Ok, now you're ready to sleep." Octavia said when she was pleased with her work on my face.

"Thank you," I answered in a sleepy voice and I let Morpheus welcome me with open arms.

A couple of hours later, between my dreams I managed to perceive a sweet scent running through my lungs. It was something familiar to me but at the same time it was new. The aroma was getting stronger, more intoxicating but it was very pleasant.

"Clarke?"

I heard my name in the distance, almost like a whisper, but I ignored it, I refused to wake up and open my eyes. I was afraid that when I opened my eyes the scent that was consuming me would disappear.

"Clarke."

This time the voice was a little clearer but anyway I refused to pay attention to it. All my senses were blocked except my smell. I was sure I had found the source of that scent because it was getting stronger.

"Clarke!"

A scream, which I recognized as Octavia's voice, made me open my eyes. Then I was aware of what was happening. The scent was Octavia, my nose was buried in her neck, right where the gland that produces the pheromones is. I had Octavia completely imprisoned in my arms. I was spooning her and not only that. My body moved involuntarily to rub against her. I wanted to stop but at the same time I did not want to. I was aware that it was not normal that I was rubbing against my best friend but it felt very good. My body was having reactions that I had not experienced before. Little by little, my brain went through each part of my body, as I was doing a reconnaissance and I noticed something different between my legs. It was something hard, that was not there before. I released Octavia suddenly and turned around with my back to her. I curled up on the bed, trying to hug my own body.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry ..." I began to whisper as if it were my new mantra.

Finally, I had presented myself and in the most humiliating way possible. My first erection had been against my best friend's butt and I was afraid that she would react badly. What if Octavia would no longer feel safe in my house, maybe now she would not want to spend so much time with me for fear that I would throw myself on her. Maybe I had lost my best friend forever and tears began to slide down my cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry" I had never heard such a sweet voice in Octavia. She hugged me from behind, careful not to make our bodies touch so much and stroked my head, removing the strands of hair that fell on my face. "Nothing's wrong, Clarke. Everything is fine. I did not want to scare you, I just needed you to wake up. "

"Forgive me," I said again between sobs. I was very distressed; I did not want to lose my best friend and my body was going crazy right now. I could not control myself. I was shaking and kept apologizing again and again like a broken record.

"I have nothing to forgive, I'm not mad at you," Octavia said as she continued stroking the strands of my hair. "Come ..." she pulled away from me a bit and lay on her back on the bed. I turned a little to see her and as she repeated. "Come, Clarke" seeing my insecurity, she took me by the hand to pull me slightly. "Come, scent me..."

I approached her with a bit of nervousness and slowly brought my nose to her neck. I inhaled deeply and my lungs filled with her scent. That reassured me a little, there was no trace of discomfort in Octavia's scent. I only smelled her and I was almost sure that she was releasing her special pheromones to calm me down. I stayed there for a long time, with my nose near her neck so as not to lose a second of her sweet smell.

"Can I ...?" I asked after a while. I was not even sure what was I asking for, but Octavia understood because she gave me permission without thinking.

I started to stroke one of her arms, she was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt to sleep so I could feel the skin of her arm directly under my palm. With each friction, an electric shock went through my body and I'm sure Octavia felt the same way. After a while I moved from her arm to her face. I noticed that Octavia closed her eyes to let me trace each of her features with the tips of my fingers.

When I was satisfied that I had memorized each of her features I lowered my hand to her stomach. I remained still, noticing that Octavia had tensed a bit but finally she relaxed and that gave me the courage to start tracing delicate circles in her stomach over her sleeping t-shirt. We both sighed from time to time. Those were new sensations for both of us and they were very nice. With a little more courage, I slid my hand under her shirt to continue the circles but this time I could feel her skin. It was warm and very soft.

Without being aware of my movements, my hand had risen on her stomach a little more than necessary. I could feel the curve of the base of one of her breasts at the tips of my fingers. I stopped. I looked for Octavia's gaze and she was as petrified as me. I did not withdraw my hand, but I did not encourage myself to go higher. It was a small touch, the tips of my fingers just touching the outline of his right breast, almost imperceptible, but it was enough for goosebumps to intensify. Then Octavia closed her eyes and gave a slight nod to give me permission to continue.

Releasing the breath I did not know I was holding, I continued to trace the outline of her breast with the tip of my index finger. I felt the temperature of my body rise more and more. The feeling between my legs was unbearable. The stiffness of my now elongated clitoris hurt but I did not want to end this spell. I was not sure how far Octavia would let me go but I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to explore it and memorize every inch that she allowed me to touch.

Octavia's eyes tightened when I finally dared to touch her nipple. It was small but stiff as a rock. I ran my fingertips around it, following the outline of the areola and then pinched it lightly between two of my fingers. Octavia gave a shy moan; the tender sound sent an electric shock through my body that exploded in my center. Octavia was enjoying my caresses and that made me feel proud. I had never experienced any of this with anyone before, so it was good to know that I was capable of make her feel good. We stared at each other for a moment, even in the darkness of the room I could see that Octavia's pupils were completely dark.

"I want to see you ..." I said caressing her other nipple very delicately. I was fascinated with her body and I did not just want to memorize it with my hands. I wanted to see it completely. Know every inch of her body.

Octavia understood what I meant because she got up a little from the bed, leaning on her forearms to allow me to raise her t-shirt. I took it out very carefully. I was completely impressed when I had her breasts completely naked in front of me. My mouth watered, but I controlled myself not to do anything that might make her feel uncomfortable. I watched her for several minutes before encouraging myself to put my hands back on her body.

"I also want to touch you" said Octavia with a hoarse voice interrupting my advance, I thought it was the sexiest tone I had ever heard in my life.

I gave a slight nod and Octavia took the hem of my t-shirt to pull it up slowly. I also did not wear a bra under my pajamas, so I was totally exposed to her look. The cold of the night made me shiver a little. Octavia watched me lying on her back on the bed and opened her arms inviting me to come closer. I let myself be hugged by her. The feel of her bare chest against mine was comforting. Again, I buried my nose in her neck to sniff her. I could feel Octavia do the same, she was also enjoying my scent.

I was practically lying over Octavia and there was nothing in this world that made me want to separate from her. Her hands roamed my back and my arms with light touches. Sometimes I could feel the pads of her fingers rub against the sides of my breasts and it was wonderful. My pelvis gave an involuntary twitch against her when I felt Octavia give a lick on my neck, right where my gland is and she let out another moan of pleasure.

"I need you to touch me" said Octavia while continuing to lick my neck and I understood perfectly what she meant.

I raised my face reluctantly because I wanted to continue to inhale the scent that came off her neck, but I needed to see her to verify that what I was correctly understanding was what she wanted to say.

"Please," she pleaded with her eyes completely dark.

I felt a chill as I parted my chest a little from the heat of her body. And I could see that she was also cold because her nipples hardened even more. I watched her face for a moment, I had never been so aware of how beautiful she is. I approached slowly and put my lips on hers. It was not my first kiss but this one was very different from the previous ones. There was no hurry, there was not a wet tongue wanting to enter urgently into my mouth, it was not the surly lips of any person who had kissed me before on the hormonal intensity of a party. It was a quiet kiss that we were both enjoying to the fullest.

Between light kisses we got rid of the bottom of our pjs. Caressing with shy touches the bare skin that was exposed from our legs. When we were finally naked, I felt a huge shame. In the middle of my legs there was a protuberance that I was not used to seeing. Let alone feeling.

"Hey ..." Octavia said taking my chin so I could see her eyes. "You're beautiful"

She gave me a beautiful smile and hugged me again so I could lean on her. This time she opened her legs a little to allow me to settle in between. Our most intimate parts still did not touch each other but I could feel her wetness in my belly. It surprised me and at the same time it gave me pride to know that I had provoked that.

I settled better on her and this time my clitoris, now completely erect like a penis, brushed against the outer lips of her sex. We both shuddered instantly with the new sensation. My heart was beating fast, I was about to lose my virginity with my best friend. We would lose our virginity together.

Octavia began to move her hips to get some friction of our bodies. I had never experienced such a delicious sensation. The rhythm of her hips was erratic, but it was creating a thousand sensations in my body. Without realizing it, I began to follow her. Soon we were both panting, the rhythm of our hips had been paced. My penis slipped without difficulty between her labia. We shared kisses and caresses where our hands could reach. I was about to explode but I needed something deeper to get there.

"Clarke, more ..." Octavia said in a choked voice and let me know that she felt the same way I did. We were both close to the climax, but we needed something more.

With trembling hands, I took my cock for the first time in my hands. It was a strange feeling, totally new but I did not have the head to analyze it. Octavia opened her legs wider giving me the space to align my cock with her entrance. Another electric shock ran through my body when the tip of my penis touched the wet cave. The heat of Octavia's body called me. Supporting myself with my hand, little by little I was entering Octavia. I went at a torturously slow speed; my instincts were screaming at me to come into her with one stroke, but I knew I would hurt her if I did something like that. The advance was slow but after a few seconds I was completely inside her.

The walls of her cunt tightened, the heat that I felt in there caused me ecstasy, but I kept still. Octavia's breathing was accelerated, and she was burying her nails in my shoulders which let me know that I shouldn't move inside her yet. I brought my mouth to her neck, began to kiss and lick to relax her. I noticed that it had effect when she stopped hurting me with her fingernails and one of her hands traveled to my butt to give it a squeeze. Octavia was ready for me to move.

I started with slow movements, taking out only half of my extension to re-enter her. Each attack left us breathless. Soon Octavia accompanied my movements causing them to become deeper and a little faster. The wetness of her body increased more and more and made our movements more pleasurable. We were very close, but there was something else we needed to finish, and I was not sure what it was.

Octavia started kissing my neck, giving strong licks just above my gland and that was driving me crazy. My movements accelerated even more when Octavia took my skin between her lips and sucked it hard. She was not biting and her teeth were not even brushing my neck. Her intention wasn't to mark me, she just wanted to stimulate me and she was accomplishing it. Just at that moment I felt it for the first time, the knot that was beginning to form at the base of my cock was more than noticeable. I had the urge to push it into Octavia before it got bigger but I was not sure if I could do it and I slowed down for a second.

Octavia again gave me a squeeze in the butt, pushing me towards her and there I knew I had a green flag to do it. Octavia was giving me permission to put my knot in the deepest part of her being. My inner Alfa grew proud knowing that I would be the first to knot Octavia. Without thinking twice, I gave another attack with more force and I felt my knot slide into her. I ran out of oxygen for a few seconds, my brain stopped working, my body had been reduced to that section in which we were tied together, I moved instinctively inside, feeling how my knot touched every millimeter of her cave. Octavia let out a muffled scream on my shoulder and I felt her contract around me, pleased to have made her cum at last I let myself go. Two more thrusts and I reach the first orgasm of my life.

A few minutes later we were both catching our breath. I was aware of how I was discharging my seed inside her womb and that only made my Alpha feel more satisfied. I hugged her with force moving my hips from time to time to give us a little more pleasure. I kissed her for a long time, only taking off from her mouth when it was necessary to breathe and then I went down to her neck. Now it smelled different, it was not as intense as the scent that woke me up but it was still just as sweet. I kissed her neck, licked it and started to scratch lightly with my teeth.

"Do not even think about it!" Octavia said, pulling me out of my dream. "You are not going to bite me in your first rut."

I gave a sigh understanding perfect what she meant, and I consoled myself by sucking at her neck. If I could not bite her, at least I would leave a mark for a few days.

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