Someday

Three.

Bucky paced the room.

He was losing the argument. Nyla's father was accepting, but his own father, well, not so much.

"You need someone strong. Someone who will breed strong Alphas, James!"

Nyla's father sat in the corner, his head in his hands. Was she that much of a disappointment? Weak, a bad match for the young Alpha?

"But I love her!," Bucky shot back. He wouldn't give up so easily. He wanted Nyla, not one of the other Omegas.

"Love?," Jim taunted,  "what's that got to do with anything, James? You don't need love to mark and breed your mate! You need to run this pack without emotions!"

Bucky sneered. His anger was boiling over. Giving his father one last look, he bolted from the house. He needed to breathe and he couldn't do it there.

The words taunted him.

His father had promised him to another. Natasha.

The Romanoff''s were desperate for the social standing that mating with a Barnes could give them. Natasha was strong. Approaching her first heat, which was crucial among the young.

Soulmates, they called it.

It was how you knew who you belonged to. First heats and ruts would align. Then bonding could begin. Leading up to mating. And then transformation. The young ones would go up to the point together, change finally into their Wolf form at Full Moon and mate.

Everyone was meant for someone else. And Bucky knew in his heart that his someone was Nyla.

Nyla had heard the news, heartbroken.

Natasha seemed a better mate, she couldn't deny it. And she was closer to coming of age. She'd turn nineteen just days after Bucky. It made sense. It had all been some wonderful dream, thinking she could belong to her Alpha.

She wanted to run. She didn't care about anything else. Staying in Great Wolf had lost its appeal for her. So she quietly packed her bags and headed out for the woods. She'd wait until nightfall and then cross the bridge.

And then she could be free.

"Why you running?," Bucky asked, catching up with her, his arms around her waist. Her scent stirred something within him, just beneath the surface. Something he'd never felt before.

"You know why," she whispered, trying to pull from his grip. "They'll never let us be together. Your father thinks I'm weak and maybe he's right."

"My father," he spat, "is an asshole who doesn't know what he's on about. His time is up, leading the pack and he's desperate for some kind of control. He knows I'm tired of all the damn rules, Ny. I want you."

She turned, looking up at him. His blue eyes shined in the moonlight. His lips were turned down, he was sad and it tore at her.

"They'll keep us apart and you know it. She'll be better for you. She'll breed strong pups, Jamey."

He shook his head.

"I don't give a damn about what she can do. I don't want her. I want you. End of story."

He leaned in, kissing her hard. He couldn't control himself, a powerful growl ripping from his chest. Feral, dark and it made the hairs on the back of Nyla's neck stand up. This was an Alpha.

"Don't say no," he pleaded with her, laying her back on the grassy ground. She shook her head, her hands threading through his dark hair.

"Never, Alpha."

He growled again, this time softer, yet still baring his teeth. He ached for her for so long, and now he had her. Scenting every inch, he took his time, savoring every sound, every whimper that fell from her perfect lips.

How could anyone ever deny such a beautiful Omega?

Her body was on fire for him, touching every part she could reach, tugging his dark blue t-shirt from his body. Her nails dragging across his broad shoulders.

This was certainly her sexual awakening.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Omega Mine," he whispered against her skin. "I've already wasted eighteen years. Wanting you, desiring you. Wanting nothing more than to worship you like the beautiful goddess that you are."

His words washed over her and her mind was clouded with unbridled need. Need for this Alpha. Her Alpha.

"I love you," he breathed, his fingers pushing inside her, preparing her.

"I'm your first?," he asked and she nodded, whimpering at the feeling of him stretching her out.

"First. And only, Jamey."

He took a heavy breath. This was all he'd ever wanted. This Omega. The one he loved, the one he craved. The one he needed for the rest of his life. This was it for him.

Stroking himself a few times, he closed his eyes. He needed to collect himself, be patient or he'd never last. Not like this, he'd wanted her for too long. He felt his need for her grow and he knew now, he could feel it. She'd triggered his first rut.

He watched her face, the way she bit her lip. The way she pleaded for him, begged for something, anything. Her body was on fire. Yes, this was happening. They'd done this. She was his...

His soulmate.

And before he could push inside her waiting heat, they were ripped apart. His father pulling him from her, her own dragging her in the opposite direction. He yelled, screamed, throwing his father to the ground.

"Mine! My Omega! She's mine!"

It was terrifying, the change in him. He'd gone completely primal.

He watched as she kicked and screamed, trying desperately to get back to him, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "Alpha! My Alpha!"

He tried to run after her, only to be tackled to the ground and dragged home by his father and the other leaders. But Bucky swore retaliation, he'd make them pay for taking him from his Omega.

And then he'd bond with her, making her his completely.