by Alice Shaw
Table of Contents
Omega’s Mate: An MM Mpreg Romance (Frisky Pines Book 3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Omega’s Mate: An MM Mpreg Romance (Frisky Pines Book 3)
Alice Shaw
Alice Shaw
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Prologue: The Ancient Fae Queendom
1. Tristan
2. Ryan
3. Tristan
4. Ryan
5. Tristan
6. Tristan
7. Ryan
8. Tristan
9. Ryan
10. Tristan
11. Ryan
12. Tristan
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There is darkness in this world - but love always finds a way through it.
Prologue: The Ancient Fae Queendom
“My queen. You know that I never wish to bug you during these hours, but there’s something on the horizon. I thought I should notify you at once.”
Jules, the small fairy bowed to the floor. Her beautiful, emerald and gold wings tapped the marble floors of the grand castle. Her vibrant heart beat quickly against her chest. It always caused her extreme anxiety to step foot in the marvelous room.
The queen brushed her auburn hair from her eyes. She frowned, knowing the news she was about to receive was terrible. “It’s okay. You know I value your insight, Jules. Please, sit down. What’s on your mind?”
“It’s the brotherhood,” she said.
The queen’s eyebrows rose. She leaned back against her worthy throne. “The shifters in the Pines? What mischief have they got themselves into now?” she asked.
Jules sat down and folded her hands together with worry. “It’s not about what they’re doing. It’s more about what we need them to do.”
“I see,” whispered the queen. She had been watching that shifter group quite carefully, for some time. Logan, Jackson, Jonas, Freddie, Tristan, and the rest of the family were admirable to her. They all exhibited a specific discipline and self-respect.
“Go on. You don’t need to hold back when you speak to me, Jules,” the queen said.
Jules cleared her throat. She never liked being a messenger of bad news. The fairy knew that it made her look bad amongst her peers. Still, she couldn’t hold back. She was far more loyal to the queen than the rest of her group.
“A darkness has spread around the forests. The trees are dying. All of them are rotting from the inside. Their energy is distorting. If the darkness spreads to our queendom, we will lose the light we hold so dear,” Jules said, gulping loudly.
“Has it spread outward yet?” the queen asked.
Jules nodded carefully. “Yes, ma’am. In the southern regions of our world, there was a sighting. A black pond was found near someone’s front yard.”
The queen stood up and walked toward the massive window. It overlooked the light-grey clouds. She enjoyed staring out of those windows, for it helped her think.
“The southern regions? Isn’t that where Tristan, the sly fox moved to after he helped Freddie and Jonas?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jules croaked. Her throat was dry from anxiety.
“Stop calling me ma’am, and calm yourself,” the queen said.
“Sorry, Rhiannon,” she muttered.
A confused smile formed on Rhiannon’s face. She liked being the queen among such a peaceful group of people, but she never quite enjoyed feeling like royalty. The fae had a complex set of social rules, but she wanted to break them down.
“Tristan has sharp senses. He may not know it, but he always seems to go where he’s needed,” Queen Rhiannon said. “Though, the question remains. Is he equipped to handle this next quest?”
Jules smiled confidently. She had been watching the brotherhood for a while, as well. Tristan had already been through so much, but she knew he could handle this.
“He is near his fated mate,” Jules said.
The queen nearly jumped for joy, squealing. “Oh, yes! But under such terrible circumstances. Oh, well.”
“I believe he can get through this. But only with the help of his mate can he sweep the darkness away from our luscious forests,” Jules said.
The queen walked back to her throne. She ran her finger along the jagged, gold edges. “And have we found out where the darkness is coming from?”
“No, ma’am. Err, I mean Rhiannon,” Jules said, wincing from her mistake.
“The goddesses, maybe. Or the fate sisters. They’re always trying to prove something to the world. I thank the heavens for the outer realm, Jules. You know that as much as I. They have kept our lands hidden for quite some time, but they create many problems, too.”
Rhiannon sat back down. She was starting to feel restless. Tristan was a gem, but others toyed with the fox too much. She was worried about this journey. She knew he was already close to giving up.
“I can arrange a meeting, but I can’t promise you that they’ll receive the message well,” Jules said, timidly.
The queen laughed at the proposition. “No, no, no. That’s not needed. The inhabitants of the outer realm have their issues, and they’re not going to change anytime soon. We’ll just have to fair on without their help.”
“So what do you want me to do?” Jules asked. She felt as if she had run out of options.
“Your thoughts are correct, as usual. There’s nothing we can do. If the darkness kills the forests, our civilization could end. We will have another great war. Life as we know it will be changed forever,” Rhiannon said.
Jules thought about all of the newly born babies of Frisky Pines. There was so much joy there now. “But there is hope, still. There’s hope in love, isn’t there?” Jules asked.
> It was a question that Rhiannon asked herself constantly. The fae didn’t give themselves to “love.” They believed in honor and sacrifice, in following a strict set of guidelines. They had different methods for childbirth, more scientific and magical in nature.
Jules smirked, but it annoyed Rhiannon. The queen spoke. “Don’t laugh. I’m jealous of them. They get to experience something most beings won’t ever have. Love. Childbirth. I envy them.”
“Forgive me, your highness,” Jules said, bowing.
“There is nothing to forgive,” the fae queen said. “Deliver a message to Gorbins, as quick as you can. We’ll be in need of his services.”
Jules nodded and quickly ran to the giant doors. Before she could exit, the queen yelled, “Oh, and Jules! One more thing. No more toying with Gorbins. He has been a good enough friend to us.”
“But he has sided with the goddesses,” Jules whispered, turning a dark shade of red.
“He is our friend too. You must remember,” Rhiannon said.
Jules nodded, knowing her place. “We’ll do our best to alert him of all the discrepancies,” she said.
But the queen knew better. As the giant doors shut, a dark, brooding feeling had entered the center of her chest. This journey was not going to be easy, and life on all fronts could change forever.
Chapter 1
Tristan
I peered into the distance and felt the frigid wind drift across my skin. It had been three years since I left Frisky Pines, in exchange for the quiet forests of the south. Three whole years can sometimes feel like a lifetime.
I knew I had to leave. Frisky Pines was not my real home. When I thought about it, I have never had a home. When we came back from that other world, the whole town went nuts over the news. Television crews flashed every camera that they owned in my face. The entire world questioned me to death.
Just how did we get there in the first place? Everyone in the neighborhood wanted to know. “Fuck if I know.” That was my best answer.
The town inhabitants had no clue what happened to me. Most didn’t even believe it happened. They didn’t realize I had been there for over a hundred years. They couldn’t fathom that idea that time wasn’t always linear like that it was in our world.
I went crazy over there. I lost my damn mind over that quest. The goddesses could be cruel, even if they had a plan for us.
The papers called us “heroes.” The chieftains held big parades in our honor. Sure, I got swept into the fun, like everyone else. I thought I was a big shot. I’d go down to the local bar and pretend I was the best there was.
That shit became old, real fast. In the end, I just wanted to find love. That weird, toad-man Gorbins told me I would find what I was after. He said that I would meet the most affectionate omega in all the lands. He swore I’d get the chance to start a family with someone. Well, a year passed over me.
I never met my omega.
That’s why I left. I mean, that’s what I told people at least. Of course, there was more to the story than I ever let on. I heard a voice in my dreams. That same voice told me to head south.
I looked into the distance, admiring the beautiful sunset in front of me. I liked to come to that spot, every single day. That cliff-side view was beyond inspiring. It was the very best, and it was fit for a fox like me.
I hadn’t shifted back into my human form in a while. I wasn’t sure how long it had been. Maybe six months? Shit. Had it been that long?
I liked feeling this wild. This free. I was used to the feeling. But sometimes, it was pretty obvious what I had done. I had traded in a regular life in Frisky Pines for another solitary existence. I was alone again, and it was beginning to turn negative for my wellbeing. That negativity was what I had grown accustomed to feeling.
Lately, I had been sensing someone though. The voice. It was like I was being pushed toward it.
There was a rich, musky smell that practically begged to be found. I sniffed wildly, and eventually tracked down a small cabin in the woods. It was similar to mine, except it had all the trademarks of a docile omega bear.
“I bet he’s cute and cuddly,” I remarked, with a smile.
For some reason, I knew he was the voice I had been hearing. I was too afraid to knock on his door and make myself known. People around this area were kind of weird. They weren’t like the guys back in the Pines. And sometimes, you’d even come into contact with some sketchy humans.
The tantalizing aroma never went away. That bear had to be in heat because that nutty smell was more provocative than the cherry pie at the local Country Inn. Still, I couldn’t be sure, and I didn’t want to invade anyone’s privacy.
I shrugged it off and went back to working on building the outside shed of my own home. Life in the south was a lot different from my life in Britain. When I was alone in England, I took to whimsical fantasies. I waited for the Brotherhood to find me. They were going to change my whole world.
They did. So much happened after the Brotherhood knocked on my door. I fought soul-sucking goblins, I floated through a horrifying death-sphere and collided with my ancestors. They knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I suffered all the same. Finally, they pushed me back to life.
In this area of the world, I chose to put myself to use. I built my cabin with my own hands. You’d think a fox couldn’t lift a block of wood, but I had an ability like no other fox shifter. I could move things, just by thinking about it hard enough.
It was something I discovered when I got back. Maybe Gorbins, the stupid toad from the outer realms, gave me the power. Who knows? I was just happy I could do something different.
I built my cabin in less than two months. It was damn hard, but I was never one to back down from any challenges. I kept a good garden going too. None of the frilly shit. I had no use for flowers. I grew pumpkins, squash, tomatoes… You name it, and it was on the menu at Chateau Le Tristan.
As I started to wander away from the bear’s territory, I tried to focus on heading home. Something was pulling me back, though. I felt like a strange force.
“Who’s there?”
That nutty slick scent immediately came back. The voice I had been hearing rushed into my ears. I felt myself get excited again, but I tried all the tricks to stifle my sudden hard-on. I closed my eyes and pictured my old grandpa. I pinched my arm. I did everything to ignore the sexual, playful urges inside of me.
“What’re you doing spying on me?”
At that point, I prepared for a fight. When I glanced around the corner, I saw the most prominent bear I had ever seen. Seriously, the guy was massive and much stronger than me. Usually, omegas were smaller, but this guy defied his kind.
Even though he was a hundred feet away, he was looking straight at me, and ready to run my direction.
I was shocked he could communicate through his mind. I hadn’t met too many shifters who could do that. “I wasn’t spying,” I protested, gulping loudly. I felt cornered.
The aroma in the air made me gawk. The bear laughed loudly, and his voice seemed to resonate around the woods. “Not spying? You’ve been here three times this week. Quit lying to me.”
For the first time in so long, I shifted back into my human form. Vulnerable and naked, I gulped and looked down to see my hard-on, poking through the brush.
“Um. I have to go. It won’t happen again,” I said, covering myself.
“Unbelievable! First I catch you spying on my home. Next, you whip your cock out? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”
I ducked down into the tall grass and blushed, bright red. In all of my embarrassment, I forced myself to shift back. “No tricks here. Just let me get back to what I was doing,” I said.
“Watching the sunset? It’s beautiful this time of the season,” he said. He was speaking with his voice this time.
His voice was low and gruff like he was born in the mountains. I started to realize that he wasn’t as threatening as I first thought. In fact, he was the exact opposit
e.
I had my guard up still. I was someone who couldn’t trust people that easy. It was always difficult for me to open up to new people. I hated that about myself, but it wasn’t changing anytime soon.
“Yeah, sure. I mean, whatever. Can I go now?” I asked.
I was acting like I didn’t need anyone in my life, but I did. I’m sure he could see it in my eyes.
Before he could react, a loud cracking noise whipped through the air. I turned around and saw the hunter holding his rifle steady.
“Duck!” I shouted.
Immediately, I knew what it was. Time seemed to slow down, while the bullet pierced through the air. It was a .22 caliber “hornet,” commonly used to hunt small game.
The crack was deafening, almost like the roar that followed it. My calls for that bear to duck were too late, and my ability failed him. The bullet hit his arm, and he yelled out with anger.
I quickly identified the hunter. He was a human I had seen around town. I had a choice to make. I could slash his face to pieces, or I could be nice and merely trap him.
I decided to play nice. I picked up one large branch, swinging it at the hunter. His body, along with his gun, went flying into the air.
For the first time in ages, I felt like I had some purpose. A rush of emotional energy flowed throughout my body.
For once, I was doing something real. I was helping someone. It had been a long time since I helped anyone. Once you’re called a hero, you’re a hero. Right? That’s supposed to be it. But that urge to help people never went away.