Title: The Three Mates

Chapter Rating: T

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Clarke/Lexa/Anya

Prompt(s): none

Warning: Femslash, Knotting, Mating, Alpha/Omega/Beta dynamics, G!P, pregnancy

Beta: nally53095 (lol my hot new editor, check out that girl)

Summary: Finn never killed a bunch of grounders, Anya never died, and Lincoln was never captured as a Reaper. The grounders still want to kill the sky people. Clarke can only think of one way to permanently unify them. (Lexa/Clarke/Anya) – Alpha/Omega/Beta dynamics

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Nothing I write is for profit. Everything I wrote is not meant to offend anyone.

Camp Jaha

"Mom, I have to do this. What if the suppressants wear off and I'm not mated?" Fear tickled her spine. An unmated omega could be torn apart in the frenzy. The heat would take over every sense, leaving her vulnerable and blind to threats. Making the deal with the Commander made sense. It would be the best for everyone. The grounders would have a fertile omega that could provide healthy children, and the Arkers would have protection. The only question left now, was whom Clarke would mate with.

A part deep inside of the Sky Princess wanted to wait until she was in heat, to choose a mate. It would simply be easier for her body to lead her to the perfect mate. Alphas ready to mate would release pheromones into the air. The sweet airborne chemicals would lead her to the perfect grounder. The only problem was getting to that alpha before another alpha got to her. Her scent would drive their whole camp wild. Whoever mates with her, will get her life.

The strong warriors might not let her choose. It was the major flaw in her plan. She could be mated with anyone even if they weren't the one destined for her. If that happened, then she would just have to live with it. Mating in heat for the first time was a gamble, but she couldn't be sure who her perfect match was until then. The pheromones would lead the ovulating omega to the right alpha.

"There has to be another way." Abby shook her head, feeling the need to vomit becoming more and more prevalent. Her daughter was going to be taken sexually by an alpha with or without Clarke's consent.

The doctor knew what she had to do. Reaching into the pocket of her lab coat, she pulled out a light pink pill still incased in plastic and foil. "Honey, I…I…there is one pill left. I didn't want to say anything, but it could save you. Take it." The older woman's hand was shaking. She was experiencing heaving withdrawals, due to a lifetime of suppressants leaving her system. "It should give you at least a few more weeks."

Abby was the oldest fertile omega left from the broken Ark. All omegas on the Ark were put on suppressants beginning at the age of ten. Twenty plus years of drugs exiting Abby's system was not a pretty sight.

It was only two days into the withdrawal, and she was experiencing all the classic symptoms including violent shakes, cold flashes, vomiting, and insomnia. The pain felt like it was never going to end, but she had to keep going. They needed her because she was the only classically trained doctor.

"Mom, no I can't." The suppressants would patch the problem for a little while, but she had promised the grounders an omega that was ready to mate. She was not ready to be pregnant, but she was also not ready to go back on her word. "You take it. You need it the most."

"Clarke – "

Her hand rested on her mothers, keeping the pill from escaping the shaking palm. "Please mom, you take it. We need you as the doctor, with all the fighting. We'll come up with something for you when the suppressants wear off, but for now we need you."

Grounder Camp

"Heda, she is not one of us," growled Indra. She had been looking forward to coating her knife's edge in sky people blood. Their sky fire had burned down the village of Ponar, where her niece and sister had lived. Indra's sister had perished in the sky fires, but her niece had escaped with nothing but the tattered clothes on her back. The skin on the girl's front had been badly burned, leaving long disfiguring scars along her once beautiful torso.

The dark general hated all the sky people. They deserved a thousand deaths for leaving her niece motherless and scarred. The Sky Princess was the worst of them all, in her opinion. She had burned three hundred of their warriors alive. Why Anya had forgiven the girl, was still a mystery to the general.

"That is my point." Her makeshift throne was uncomfortable to say the least. She longed for the large goose pillows that lined the halls of her palace in Polis. "She would provide us healthy young."

Gustus shifted in his seat. The thought of mating the Skai Prisa was an attractive one. She had golden locks rarely seen in the grounder world. Her beauty was whispered about amongst the warriors. If he were to have her, then he would be a legend amongst his people. They would envy him, and their children would be seen as gods. "But who is to mate her, Heda?"

Frown lines marred Lexa's beautiful complexion. Her guard's voice held the throaty gravel of arousal. She had never hated him more than in this moment. Her inner alpha wanted to punish him, but the spirit of Heda gave her strength to hold back. Anya, however, had begun to play with her knife waiting for the opportunity to stab the moment in the throat.

Lexa's voice held a gravely quality, "She will choose who she wants."

There was a resounding grumble through the room, but Indra voiced the unspoken complaint. "How will she do that if she is not in heat?"

A desperate pool of arousal began to form between Anya's thighs. She was sick of all this talk. She may be a general, but she dealt very little with policymaking when she stayed in Polis. Most of her days were spent roaming from village to village. Most of the time she stayed within the boundaries that belonged to the tree people. Before Lexa became Heda, Leader of the Twelve Clans, she had roamed outside the boundaries.

The lake people had a certain beauty that she had especially enjoyed tasting in her wild youth. The previous Heda had turned a blind eye to her escapades far from home. Anya would never have chosen to leave on her own. If not for Luna, leader of the lake people, she might still be there today. The older woman had forced her to return to the tree people. She had only been back for a week when she was assigned to mentor the future Heda.

Shaking her head, she removed the many stained memories of the lake people. Unlike the other generals, she had been privy to Heda's thoughts before they were final decisions. She knew they would have to meet with the twelve clans. The sky people wanted to unify. The rest of the clans would have to agree to it; even the Heda could not make such an important decision without consulting the other leaders.

"The decision is not mine alone." Her eyes met everyone in the room before continuing. "We will be calling a meeting of the twelve clans. The sky people wish to join us as one people."

The room went from quiet to a roar, as the arguing of the Commander's inner circle commenced. They did not like the idea of the twelve clans becoming thirteen and felt very comfortable showing their displeasure. Lexa fought an eye roll, while her mentor openly smirked at her. This was going to be a long night for all of them.

Oh my goodness. How flattered am I with all the nice support I got. Really you guys are the best. It really struck a cord with me. I really appreciate you all giving such in depth comments. It really kicked my butt into gear. I'll try to work on the next chapter soon (summer finals next week)...maybe my wonderful beta will get me going on it.