The Children of Eros

by Last-Dragomir

Kassandra is on a quest that ignores her heart, when she finally takes a plunge the will of the Gods lets her know, it's not her choice to make. **Non-traditional Omegaverse**

4. Chapter 4: Solace

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Chapter 04: Solace

The wind whipped her hair in the night wildly as the Rebel's heart hammered loudly in her chest. The sound was so loud it challenged the roar of the angry tide that displayed Poseidon's wrath. Perhaps, the short woman pondered, Poseidon missed the warrior as much as she did. As the port continued to creak in the fierce wind, Kyra still waited, pulling the fabric tighter to her face to keep the chill away as she looked down the horizon hoping. The fact that she could see lights in the distance was exhilarating in its own right, but the new Leader of Mykonos had been let down before. Not even two moons ago this same scene played out, Spartan sails, Spartan crew yet no Eagle Bearer on board.

The devout follower of Artemis had been hopeful for almost a full moon cycle now to no avail. Ever since Thaletas had sent word that Stentor had been sent to relieve his step-sister in the battlefield, the new Leader watched the port closely. As the ship drew near Kyra strained her eyes in the distance hoping to see a sign in the night that she would not be disappointed once more. The breeze picked up prickling the woman's sink even more as her mind ran rampant with thoughts of the last encounter she had with the Misthios.

*F*

It had been supper time when the knock on the door startled their quiet evening. Kyra was extremely upset at the interruption since she had made the Alpha her favourite meal. The Mercenary chuckled as she waved the new Leader off with a smile on her beautiful face moving towards the door. The Rebel loved moments like these with the woman, moments so candid she forgot just how to breathe. Kassandra was breathtaking when her hair was down framing her face even if it was to the side her braid hung. The loose dark chiton she wore even though her spear was at her waist in a simple holster, made it clear that she was comfortable at home and in for the night. So much so that when the door swung open and the Spartan officer stood in front of the Eagle Bearer, the young man with a stubbly beard blushed. His shaky hand extended, no doubt star struck at the interaction as Kassandra gave him a small smile and a nod. The man dropped a red scroll on the Misthios' open and eager palm before stuttering a good night and walking away.

From the moment Kassandra touched the scroll the woman to her left knew what it would say. Spartan's didn't write often, and if they did it wasn't for good news. The Omega felt the tingle of nervousness spread with dread through her body knowing that Kassandra would answer the call and set sail. The former Rebel worried for the Alpha knowing the woman wasn't as whole as she made others believe and this fact made her worry that the Mercenary would make a costly mistake. Kyra had stood and watched as the Misthios taught herself how to wield a staff and daggers in lieu of her sword, the change was perplexing up until a recent day when they had trained together. Kyra had pinned Kassandra into a position where the Eagle Bearer was forced to use the shorter woman's sword. Even in training, Kassandra's hands shook as her eyes glazed over with tears as horror showed itself in her eyes at besting the smaller woman in combat. Kyra would never forget the haunted look the woman wore before she dropped the sword and walked away never speaking of it again.

Kassandra knew that her Mater would not ask her to take her sword out for Sparta if it wasn't necessary. The Misthios had read the letter time and time again to make sure she would have to leave the comforts of Mykonos. She knew that Kyra wasn't happy about the Alpha's impending departure, but it wasn't like she could decline. Barnabas and Herodotos had pledged themselves to the cause as had her whole crew eager to get some action. It wasn't like the Misthios wasn't active anymore, but it took more and more to get her to leave the comfort of Mykonos on evenings like these where the sea breeze caressed her skin as she held a cup of wine in her hand sitting by the house's roof.

The Omega's scent gave away her presence before the Alpha ever saw her, but Kassandra indulged the surprise none-the-less as the shorter woman wrapped her arms around the Misthios. They shared the moment silently as if the tide would shift suddenly and a tempest would arise anytime.

"Don't go, stay with me." the former Rebel whispered in the shell of Kassandra's ear as the Misthios frowned and shook her head.

"You know I have to go Kyra." the Eagle Bearer purred softly pulling out of the embrace while her lover crossed her arms with a scowl.

Kassandra could see it then, the argument coming towards them, toppling over the heavens to cast over their evening. She couldn't understand how someone so selfless could ask her to be so selfish. Kyra lived and breathed to lead Mykonos now, after her father's demise, the devotee of Artemis had risen to the occasion and handled affairs as if born to lead. Now she stood here begging that Kassandra not do the same for Sparta. Not wanting to argue the Alpha simply just stood and made her way to bed, knowing she would sail in the morning.

At first, the confusion was almost too much for Kyra to comprehend as limbs flailed towards her in striking blows. The former Rebel still had good reflexes to count on and dodged the swings expertly but her brow furrowed with worry over what was happening. The new Leader had been woken up by grunting and in the darkness of their room, she could hear the mumbles and desperate pleads falling from Kassandra's lips.

"I can't… not like this." Kassandra mumbled over and over again in agony as her head shook heavy with sleep.

"Kass…" Kyra tried cooing at the Misthios ear and brushing the matted brown hair off her now sweaty forehead.

"No!" Kassandra yelled in her fevered dream as she reached her palm into the darkness making Kyra worry even more.

"Kass-"

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? MY SWORD WAS ANGLED! NO! HOLD ON, PLEASE….Daphnae." As the screams turned into a pained whisper Kyra's body ran cold.

The truth was she had heard these words before in the Misthios' slumber and even though it had been a long time since the last nightmare, she remembered the name clearly. She had hoped it was just vivid dreams from battles fought before their time, before Mykonos ever became home for the Misthios. However, that name popped up in Kassandra's most troubling nightmares and somehow Kyra knew this and the unwillingness of the Misthios wielding her sword was connected. The former Rebel swallowed thickly as she tried to put her emotions away. The Omega didn't want to make a scene of the past, Kassandra had been nothing but poised even when Kyra had been seeing Thaletas so she wanted to return the favour in case this was a sign of love gone wrong in the past for the Alpha. The new Leader had never been known to be possessive, she didn't want to start being so now.

When Kassandra's eyes flew open it took her a few blinks to get situated with her surroundings. The Misthios could feel the sting of tears tug at her eyes as her chest heaved up and down with her ragged breaths. Again and again, she would see the carnage she had caused, the life that she had taken, the love she had to lose. The Spartan fought hard against the pressure mounting in her chest, making it harder to breathe, to see and feel. It wasn't until the Omega touched her arm in a soft caress that the Eagle Bearer felt centred in reality. 'I'm in Mykonos' she told herself 'That was in another life.'

"Shhh, it was a nightmare I'm here." Kyra whispered in the darkness as her arms wrapped around her lover hopeful that it would comfort the shaken warrior. "I love you"

The Misthios froze over the moment knowing how important those words were for either of them. Kassandra was sure that this was the first time any of them said such a thing and emotion lodged itself raw in her throat. In spite of the nightmare bringing up memories of the past, Kassandra knew that the present held nothing but bliss. The Spartan felt cursed and blessed by Artemis one and the same. In the end, she blamed hubris as the perpetrator to her eventual fall, thinking that perhaps the Leader of the Daughters of Artemis had been right and the Goddess had taught her humility the hardest way. But now, Kyra's eyes with nothing but emotion and care, Kassandra was overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

The Alpha's hands found the back of the Omega's neck, and with one gentle yet firm tug their lips connected in a dance that was loved by both of them. Kassandra's expert tongue parted Kyra's lips and when the Misthios moaned in appreciation, the former Rebel took the moment to slip her tongue inside surprising the taller woman. The Misthios could feel herself perk at the Omega's affections as her core throbbed awakened by desire. Their tongues battled stubbornly neither of them wanting to relinquish control as hands roamed, pinched, and tugged through the small fabric covering the Spartan. Before long, Kyra's hand had busied itself with Kassandra's Chiton and the Eagle Bearer obliged eagerly before taking the time to thank the Gods that Kyra loved to come naked to bed..

It still took the new Leader aback seeing Kassandra naked in front of her. It was a gift from the Gods, an elixir for the eyes, a song from the muses. The Omega couldn't contain her hands as they met the supple creamy skin, tracing every curve and scar alike until lowering to the valley of the Mercenary's legs. The shorter woman paid special attention to the hardening need between Kassandra's legs as she stroked the skin teasingly making the Alpha moan. The Omega was not in the mood to play games knowing morning would be fast approaching and Kassandra would leave until the Gods brought her back, if they did. Kyra pushed the abysmal notion to a corner, where she could revisit it when she was alone and let herself get lost to Kassandra's attention as the Misthios teased the soft curls between the former Rebel's legs.

Kassandra's head was swimming as she grabbed a handful of Kyra's modest breasts with the hand that was not damp in the Rebel's desire. Enjoying the gasp the woman let out for the Alpha, Kassandra took that as a sign to continue her exploration as she dipped a finger inside. The sensation only made her stiffen further as the new Leader took Kassandra's length in her hand giving a healthy stroke to return the favour. The Alpha moaned and entered Kyra's wet folds as she teased the Rebel with her fingers daring the Omega to make a sound. The Omega threw her head back and gasped rolling her hips onto the Misthios' wrist ready for what came next. With a low hum of appreciation Kassandra drew her fingers now thoroughly coated and smeared it on her hardness before aligning herself with the Rebel and thrusting into the Omega carefully.

The Misthios buried her shaft into the Omega as she, in turn, gripped at Kassandra's shoulders in pleasure her hips peeking against Kassandra's. Kyra loved when the Alpha filled her in such a way, she loved looking up and gazing at the strong chiselled Goddess pumping in and out of her with a thunderous sound of skin. Before long they moved as one taking and giving from one another until neither one could hold themselves up any longer from the waves of pleasure. Spent, satiated, and blissful they both fell into bed with glistening bodies and the musk of intimacy in the air. When Kassandra opened her arms, Kyra stepped into them willingly relishing the feeling of the naked skin against her own. She knew she would miss this so she needed to try once more.

"Stay" the Omega whispered and Kassandra sighed heavily trying to avoid the pending sorrow. "If something happened to you… I don't know what I would do with myself."

"You rather I be a coward?" The Misthios scoffed angrily. "I might not see eye to eye with Sparta, but my duty to protect the land of my Bloodline is something you know I will not waver on."

"Protect your land how Kassandra? You can't even wield a sword lately! It sits on our mantle with that bow you won't throw away, weapons as real as the Minotaur's challenges." Kyra spat out in frustration, upset she could not get the Spartan to stay. "Was it not you who taught me your Mater's words? Hesitation only hastens the grave."

With a glare and a scoff, the Spartan stood and hastily threw a chiton on. The silence that engulfed the women was final. Kyra was tongue-tied by the frustration and anxiety crippling her chest and before she could find the words to explain her motives, the Alpha had left into the dead of night.

*F*

The new Leader winced in the cold salty night at the pain the memory brought. It had been a memory she had drawn on time and time again after the Misthios had long set sail. The truth was Kyra regretted the way she had acted but there was no way of telling the Eagle Bearer that, so she did what she could and she waited praying to the Gods morning, midday, and night that the Spartan would return safely to her. If the Alpha was lost in battle or sea with that departure, the former Rebel knew she would never forgive herself for her attitude. She tried to remain hopeful as the ship tied to dock, she would holler towards the men on board, hoping for good news as she paced the small wooden dock. Each Spartan that came off the ship had blood smeared faces, eyes full of shock, souls heavy with defeat and the sight of unfathomable carnage. It was then that the former Rebel understood that this ship hadn't come from anywhere her Alpha was, this ship came back from a losing battle, from the clutches of Charion. Once the last man on board confirmed her sorrows and Kyra realized the Misthios was not on the ship, the loneliness that blanket her at the realization was crippling.

When the Leader of Mykonos walked away, her feet moved to their own accord as her body reacted blindly weighed down by the loneliness the void the Alpha had left in her wake. Her body felt numb and foreign under the weight, drained with yet another night without the Misthios to warm her body and sooth her soul's worries. It was her soul really that looked for the ray of hope the Eagle Bearer had become in the darkest times of her life. It was such an insatiable need that in truth it scared her to feel so strongly for someone that could so easily disappear into the horizon of life. It scared the former Rebel in a way that warriors shouldn't be and as she made her way from port and up the valley, Kyra thought about exactly when had things become this way.

The Leader had always abhorred Alpha/Omega dynamics, as much as her biology was there, she was always deflated at the thought of being "less than" or "property of" someone else. The way Podarkes had carried himself as an Alpha had put the young Omega off any suitors or companions of her kind. It had been, in the end, what had drawn her to Thaletas and with him being a strong warrior she never had to worry about any pesky Alphas challenging the man. It hadn't been until Kassandra's strong presence that Kyra had felt the Omega within her yearn for what was naturally needed. As much as she tried to fight it, the time came when the Alpha's hands roamed her body, her eyes drank her in and the Omega was gone to the woman's attention, her kindness, her ruthlessness as a lover. The Rebel shivered with desire as she tried to put the thoughts away before arriving at the Temple of Artemis.

It had taken the Omega almost a full harvest cycle to get over the Alpha's insatiable nature when it came to life and everything that entailed. Fights, bounties, conquest battles, chariot races, ship battles, and hunting bounties were a few of the things that kept the Misthios busy. Some days Kyra was of the belief that Kassandra had a death wish, others she prayed to Artemis for strength to keep up with the Mercenary. Slowing her pace to the Temple, the moonlight bathed her path and showed the new Leader the island of Mykonos in all her grace, bathed by the daughter of Artemis. The former Rebel loved seeing the island peacefully slumbering knowing she had fought with Kassandra and Thaletas to prolong the peace the island deserved after so long.

As Kyra reached the Temple of Artemis, her thoughts turned towards the Alpha's safe return. She wished for it so fervently she hadn't realized the Temple was full of activity. In her haste to the docks, she had forgotten that the preparations had moved to this Temple for the Festival of Artemis. The Pilgrimage that often took place in Attika at Bauron was now threatened by the war. So as the new Leader, Kyra had offered to host it in Mykonos with Delos being taken by Sparta as a hub for the battle nearby. It was next to the birthplace of the Goddess after all and now, she could hold her head up high as a devout. The Leader had only been able to get away from the preparations at all for a brief time to check the dock. The elder advisors the Omega indulged had been adamant she must handle the event perfectly since it would bring great economy and social stability to the island still trying to find its footing after Podarkes. In spite of an early run-in with the Leader of the Daughters of Artemis about the location, the set up for the Festival was almost complete.

The Daughters of Artemis had always shun the Rebel Leader's devotion, even before she had taken over Mykonos. The woman wasn't sure if it was the fact that she wasn't chaste or that she had not joined them when the age of her devotion came around. While she helped put banners and wreaths made of flowers and foliage up, the Leader pondered if she would ever be able to see eye to eye with the other devotees. Her hopes for Mykonos to become a beacon of worship and pilgrimage for the devout of the Goddess hinged deeply on the Daughter's approval of her Leadership. The group was migrant but with so many branches across Greece under the same Leadership, Kyra was certain this could turn the tides in her favour with the huntresses. With the peace of hope, she busied her hands and let the manual labour distract her mind hoping tomorrow would be the day she could hold the Alpha in her arms.

O

The sun was so bright in the sky it glistened off the Spartan's recently polished armour even though it was setting. The Alpha wanted to look good to surprise the Omega with her unannounced arrival. The previous night she had missed the last ship to Mykonos from Attika making her kill the time with the cleanliness of herself and her armour. The Commander had sent off the Adrestia as soon as the Conquest Battle spilled to the Sea, and even though Barnabas had sent two ships to Hades, the Eagle Bearer wanted her crew safe. It was a relief when Barnabas received her in the South port that morning and he was able to update the Misthios of the status of the Ship and Crew. For now, everyone was giddy for the celebration of Artemis that was set to take place and Kassandra found it hard not to join in the elated feeling in spite of the heaviness the Goddess brought to her heart. Banners and floral arrangements crowded the streets along with vendors and devotees alike.

Mykonos looked brighter, prosperous, and happier as a whole while Kassandra made her way to the larger Temple where she knew the Omega would be. The Misthios could hardly contain the anxious excitement that filled her body at the reunion. The Spartan had been angry when she departed, but the sea dissipated her feelings, the distance feeding her longing, and the cold nights cramping her heart. She had missed the new Leader more than she had expected to and this, in turn, brought up questions the Champion wasn't sure she could face at the moment or ever. With relief of seeing the pathway up deserted, she was happy to turn to the rocky path that led to the main temple. The Eagle Bearer's nose made her stop dead in her tracks by the small lonely shrine that preambled all of the complex temple. The doors were uncharacteristically closed, but Kassandra was almost certain what would await her behind the heavy wooden door.

When the Misthios made her way into the impossibly small space the Omega's gasp of surprise caught in her lips. Drunk on her scent and the need for the Omega, Kassandra was already pressing the woman against the wall pushing their bodies impossibly close as a hum of approval ripped through the Mercenary's throat. Kyra's hands gripped at the Spartan's back as her body instantly recognized her lover's return. The Eagle Bearer's hands were everywhere at once, making Kyra's mind blank at the feeling of her Alpha so close. 'She's not my Alpha' the new Leader reminded herself as her hands bunched up the Spartan's chiton under her breastplate. The sighs and gasps coming from their lips as Kassandra kissed down the former Rebel's neck exuded the agony the distance had presented for either of them. When Kyra's hands fell to Kassandra's belt not wanting to waste any more time the Misthios froze in panic. The incense burned her nose, cloaking the Omega's scent while the food that had been offered mingled with the rest of the offerings in the small space making Kassandra's stomach churn a bit. Even though Kyra had been all Kassandra could think of on the way back, she wasn't ready to anger the Goddess further.

"Not here…" Kassandra whispered gently as her thumb caressed Kyra's cheek softly. "Artemis has burned down cities for lesser desecrations of her Temples. We probably don't have the time you must be very busy today."

The words echoed a memory in the Mercenary's mind and she fought the wince on her face against the sting of the irony her life had become. Kyra was as stubborn as ever as she tried to reach for the Alpha, who in turn stepped back with a small challenging smile as she held the door wide open now, a soft breeze coming in through. The new Leader rolled her eyes and exited the small shrine while Kassandra followed.

"There's time Kassandra, it would be a shame not to find time to please this Alpha."

Kyra bit the bile from her statement. She wanted to be able to call Kassandra hers. The Omega had never wanted to be claimed, she abhorred the practice as much as she abhorred the dynamics at some point, but like with everything, Kassandra had changed that. Truth was, they had never brought up claiming or the implications of a future like that. In part, Kyra wondered if her independence and strong will gave the Spartan the impression that she didn't want to be claimed. With her mind set to change that and put forward the idea, the former Rebel smiled wickedly knowing how to get her lover's attention.

"Besides, we can honour the Goddess with a hunt of our own. No cheating Eagle Bearer." With a mischievous look and a wink to add to the loaded words, Kyra turned on her heels and took off into the forest making Kassandra laugh fully.

The Misthios stood there trying to clear the smell of incense from her nose as she looked in the direction the Leader had gone knowing it'd be fair to give some head start for the Omega. The Misthios could see that campfires were starting across the valley and forest so she put her nose in the air adamant to avoid any of them in the hunt. Merry from the homecoming and the music in the air Kassandra walked calmly towards were the Rebel had gone and finally ducked into the woods knowing she'd find release soon.

The Misthios was on high alert from the hunt as she followed the scent masked by campfire and smoke. The Eagle Bearer was lucky the breeze had stayed on the same trajectory so she could track the Omega and avoid the camps at the same time. All kinds of devouts had gathered in Mykonos for the beginning of the festival and Kassandra didn't want to run into the wrong crowd or person who would turn her adventurous evening into an unpleasant one. The sun had finally set over the trees making the terrain more challenging, Kyra was fast from knowing the woods through the hunt so the Misthios tried to make headway as fast as she could.

It wasn't until she stopped at a clearing where she could hear a stream that the Champion realized that she had lost the Omega's scent. The wind had died down as if the Goddess herself scorned it silent and Kassandra tried to look around in the darkness for the signs that the new Leader had run through. Up until now, the Alpha was convinced that Kyra had taken this path so they could shed their clothes and make love in the moonlight, but now the Spartan was more convinced than anything that she was lost. With one last look at the moon as she crouched to feel the earth, the Spartan sighed ready to turn around and start tracking again when the wind picked up.

As soon as the scent hit her nose, Kassandra was on her feet, leaves crunching under her feet as she took a hesitant step towards the scent. The primal instinct of the Alpha's nature commanding the woman to run, run until she could find the scent until she could bask in it. Like a wolf the Eagle Bearer turned her head towards the moon, her nose in the air hoping to pinpoint the scent. Mixed with bark and earth, leaves and musk Kassandra could almost taste the pheromones guiding her limbs into action. Her feet sprung into movement as the Alpha took off in full blinding speed through the thickest part of the forest with no care. The deep growl that pulled from her throat and chest was foreign to her as her mind blanked with something that was caught between blood lust and just plain lust all and the same. If the Alpha hadn't been so consumed with tracking the delicious Omega, she would've noticed that she was headed into a small camp by the smoke rising over the trees. The forest still zoomed by the Champion as she broke twigs and branches in her path needing to get to the scent that guided her wild needs.

The Alpha growled even louder when she cleared the last steps of the forest into a camp. The tantalizing scent and pull was so commanding to her nature, there was nothing else that mattered. Kassandra pushed forward in a daze not caring about the fire she was getting too close to as she watched someone in a dark Chlamys kneeled in front of it. The Misthios' body was reacting to an urge so vital it was necessary like breathing, yet Kassandra couldn't recognize what the feeling was. It wasn't until the figure that had been kneeling beside the fire stood and spun around that Kassandra's body filled with horror and dread unimaginable. When their eyes made contact, the Alpha felt a shiver run through her very core as a part of her still pushed forward, still edged her on. It all made sense now as the Eagle Bearer fell to her knees in disbelief.

O

The sigh that left her lips was a tired one when she pulled the hood of her cloak off. Invoking the Gods for patience and wisdom, the Omega glared at the Spartan in the dirtiest way. She was alone and couldn't fight yet if she needed to, but she knew she wouldn't have to, not against the Misthios. An Alpha was not supposed to kneel to an Omega and yet here they were across from one another in such predicament. The silence that covered them was thick and absolute as if any of them broke it the other would disappear. Begrudgingly the Omega's eyes scanned the troubled Alpha's form and her throat ran dry from desire even when she fought it off.

Kassandra looked every bit as the Champion of Sparta she was set to become in what seemed like a lifetime before. The gold and crimson breastplate with the red trimmed gauntlets and golden greaves made her look like royalty. The Omega was appalled at how much she enjoyed drinking in the soft watery brown eyes, the noble chin, and full lips that held back questions. The Mercenary's hair was dishevelled from the trip through the forest and the Omega cursed herself for selecting this spot to camp alone. Out of all places, the heart of Mykonos was not where she would've ever thought she'd run into the Alpha, but yet here they were like a bad joke the Goddess had sent her.

"How dare you come into my camp!?" The Omega's voice boomed around her as she reached around for the daggers on her belt.

It wasn't lost on the Misthios how forced the movement look, how much pain it seemed to bring the huntress, and how much slower the reflexes were. It pained her even more to notice these nuances, even if she could not quite believe her eyes. The Spartan's mouth opened and closed a few times as if trying to form the words for an answer but there was none to be found. The closeness of their bodies pulling towards one another almost painfully at this point.

"Is this a mirage? A bad joke? Is Artemis testing me?" Kassandra whispered when she found her voice as she shook her head hoping to sober herself from this vision in the night.

"If I am a mirage how did you find me? Can you feel that pull? Can you feel it still?" The Omega whispered almost in pain as her weapons slid down towards the ground, the last remnants of a front gone.

The Misthios could not speak, she felt it as real as she felt the metal from her armour against her skin. This pull, this bond, this claim roaring to life like a flame doused with oil instead of water. Something dormant now awakened and released rampant into her body that she could not fight against. The worst part was the Eagle Bearer wasn't sure if she even wanted to fight it.

"It can't be… I killed you." the Misthios lips uttered as a sarcastic smile crossed the Omega's lips, her hazel eyes fixed on the Spartan's.

"No Kassandra, you failed Artemis as did I. When the time came you didn't show me mercy or pity, you left me in your wake too broken to fix and too alive to die." The Huntress' voice cut deep into the Spartan's heart. "If I could hate you I would, but I can't even do that right in this world."

The vulnerable look that flashed through those hazel eyes caught the Spartan by surprise and she rose from the floor giving into the pull the Alpha had fought so strongly. Kassandra realized that the Omega must've been fighting it just as hard, but as soon as her palm touched the Huntress' cheek it was as if her body's screaming need calmed and the rush of the hunt had ended in elation. The Eagle Bearer could see it in the Daughters' eyes too, as the tears fell from her eyes while she leaned into the Champion's touch. With a step they got closer, not really noticing how their closeness as they caressed each other's lips with the warmth of their breaths. There was nothing Kassandra wanted to do more at this moment than to close the gap and kiss the woman with all her might. The Huntress' eyes begged for Kassandra to give in, even if her lips curved into a frown. Kassandra leaned into her primal needs and as soon as her lips brushed the Huntress's own her whole body hummed at the peace it brought. The peace only a bond from Claiming between an Alpha and Omega could bring.

"Kassandra?" the voice that cut through the bushes broke whatever spell the Daughter had been in as she used all her remaining might to push the Spartan off. The taller woman fell on her backside just in time as Kyra crossed into the camp wearily from the brush.

As soon as Kyra's eyes fell on the stranger, the hair in the back of her neck stood at the challenge. The Omega in Kyra begging to lay claim to the Alpha who was hers, even if they hadn't gotten down to the gritty details. But there was something here she couldn't quite place, something odd she couldn't quite see from the interaction that left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. The growl that ripped through Kyra's chest, baring teeth was enough to take herself aback, never had the former Rebel let her Omega take over in such a wild way. As the stranger Omega whom Kyra did not know, rose to her full height and bared her teeth ready for the challenge the new Leader had presented, Kassandra's voice brought with it a wave of terror and fear that she never thought possible.

"Daphnae no!"

The Spartan had commanded getting in between the women with her back towards Kyra. The new Leader's shoulders slumped in shock. This was no ghost, this was not a woman from Kassandra's past. This was a claimed Omega who would only stand down after the command of her Alpha. Kyra closed her eyes unable to process it all as loud bangs and cheers exploded from the hills to signify the beginning of the festival and yet it felt like the ending of her life.