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Eren and Mikasa grow up thinking they’ll end up together, that their friendship will turn into love and their happy ending is guaranteed.

Mikasa will be an omega, Eren will be an alpha, they’ll be mated, the Ackerman genes will be passed on, and Eren will become the new pack alpha.

That’s how it’s supposed to happen, just like that.

Sometimes things don’t always work out the way they’re supposed to.

9

She first meets Eren when she’s nine, after he saves her from a rival pack that had torn her own to shreds. She watches them come steadily into their hideout, far outnumbering the much smaller Ackerman wolf pack. Her family put up a good fight, after all Ackerman genes were some of the most highly sought after among werewolves. It’s well known they create stronger, faster, overall superior wolves. But werewolf packs can be violent, and they frequently fight for territory and females and Mikasa’s pack is small and overtaxed after being hunted for so long. They hadn’t stood a chance.

The idea had likely been for the raiders to take as many females hostage as they could, leaving the men for scraps but they’d underestimated how strong even the women had been. As a result, when the stragglers of the raid found Mikasa’s little house at the very edge of the forest, her and her mother had been the only females left alive. Her parents had been desperate, telling her to hide and fighting them off but it had all been for nothing because Mikasa watches in horror as three male wolves slaughtered them both with ease.

They take her as a spoil of battle and she thinks she’s going to die, almost assures herself of it. These men who smell like they’ve bathed in the blood of her brethren smile and laugh as they throw her in the back of their truck like a sack of potatoes. They’ll definitely kill her and if they don’t do that only far worse awaits her in the future.

Then comes Eren, who sees her at a convenience store off the highway while her captors chat over cigarettes and knows immediately something is wrong. He sneaks into the back of their pickup truck and follows them all the way to a dinky little town where a small cabin is set up to stay for the night. No one pays him any attention, or smells him for that matter, the stench of her family’s own blood overwhelming everything else and Mikasa is practically bathed in it.

She sees the green-eyed boy out of the corner of her eye but does nothing, she doesn’t care, what is the point. Nothing could save her now.

Certainly not some punk the same age as her.

And then, miraculously he did.

Eren rips apart wolves far his senior and twice his size like it’s nothing. He craves the bloodlust. She’ll never forget the shock on the faces of her captors when he first comes at them with a knife before turning and even then, although small, his wolf was vicious, and he butchers them quite brutally for a nine-year-old werewolf.

Then, there is a moment when the third wolf, a darker much older one almost has Eren by the throat and those green eyes stare her down as his wolf snaps and growls, his eyes tell her to fight, fight for her existence and she does.

She isn’t an Ackerman for nothing and that day Grisha Yeager finds his son in one of the most gruesome crime scenes he’s ever observed.

Two blood-soaked nine-year-olds right in the middle of it, holding each other like their lives depend on it.

Eren had always been a violent scrappy little thing even back then and after all the chaos was over, she’d become numb all over again because what was she going to do then? At least before she’d known her fate, now she knew nothing.

Then Eren had swept in, saving her once again and giving her a purpose: him.

The blood-soaked boy with vicious green eyes that just helped murder three people comforts her. Soft words and a warm scarf are all it takes while he awkwardly wipes as much blood off her shirt as he can. He gives her a sheepish grin when she tells him the red substance has made it to his teeth and he looks kind of like an axe murderer.

The Yeagers take her in happily, and Mikasa joins the pack thinking that it’s a miracle, she’ll be okay. She even finds her lost cousin Levi there and she’s mildly comforted to know at least someone else of her lineage is alive.

She’s always been grateful to Eren for what he did, he’d given her a purpose again, a reason to live.

Since then, she’s always thought one day, she might just be his mate, maybe even his fated one.

She doesn’t quite realize all the expectations that come with that label until it’s too late.

12

Mikasa grows up believing her and Eren are destined to be together, it’s what the pack says after all and who is she to disobey?

After all, werewolves mate for life and thus it’s not entirely uncommon for some people to gravitate closer together than others, and that’s exactly what happens with her and Eren. Whether it's supernatural forces urging her closer to him, or just the fact that he’s one of the few people she trusts in this cruel world, she latches onto him. 

Of course, the pack elders learn of Mikasa’s Ackerman lineage and her relationship with Eren and have a field day. They see her bond with Eren and instead of thinking how cute they are, they only see what she can give them, how much stronger the next generation of their pack can be with Ackerman genetics.

Pack betrothals are mostly dead in the twenty-first century, but every so often one will occur if the elders fight for it, and for Mikasa they kick and scream until Erwin relents. The tradition is outdated and more of a formality than anything, a weird little ceremony where they tie two kids who don’t any better together with magic claiming it’s a blessing.

Mikasa goes along with it because she has nowhere else to go and no one to turn to, her only living relative is already a part of this pack, how bad can it be? She doesn’t realize the true nature of the ceremony until it’s much too late. Almost always whoever the pack elders pair together, end up together.

They create a bond between the two of them, it links their feelings and is apparently some watered-down version of what a true mating bond is actually like. Her and Eren of course don’t realize this until after the ceremony when Mikasa is giddily happy and Eren is feeling surprisingly melancholy about the whole thing, both confused about where their own emotions are coming from.

Of course, they freak out a little, but once they realize there’s no reversing it, it becomes a bit of an advantage in some ways like Mikasa’s nightmares.

Eren doesn’t need to be told anymore, he just wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to her and it’s exactly what she needs.

So, she clings to Eren, the only person she trusts because he’d saved her life long before he’d known she was an Ackerman, and she knows his feelings about her are completely genuine. But this only leads to the pack leaders to permanently pair her with him, becoming firmer in their decision to bond them together. They talk nonstop about the two of them being soulmates, fated ones, a rare werewolf lore that happens once in a blue moon. Fated ones, two people so perfect for each other, so in sync they can’t stand to be apart.

It’s a ridiculous children’s story but that doesn’t stop the rumours that her and Eren are fated and that they’ll bring the pack many prosperous years to come, gain new territory, every hope and dream pinned to their mating.

It’s everywhere, a recurring rhetoric she can’t escape but it’s either Eren or it’s someone else and at least she likes Eren. For now, the bond they’ve given her and Eren is temporary, she does not HAVE to mate with him when she gets older. But no matter what she does she will be paired off regardless of what she wants because her genetics are too good to lose. So if it’s going to happen anyway, it might as well be with Eren.

Eren, for his part, has no real involvement in forcing this idea, he likes her for her, regardless of if everyone is pushing for them to fall in love or not, she can feel it through the bond.

And unfortunately for Mikasa, Eren falls in love with her and it’s simultaneously the best and worst thing that could ever happen. 

Because she cares about him, she really does, how could she not love her best friend. But sometimes in the back of her mind, in the most secret part of her, she wonders if she actually loves Eren or if it’s just the bond they’ve forced upon her.

13

Eren imprints on Mikasa like a baby duck, he drags her around like it’s show and tell, proudly proclaiming that ‘This is Mikasa!’ followed promptly by ‘She’s MY best friend.’ Because he’s still a baby werewolf and werewolves can be rather possessive and territorial and Eren is the absolute worst for it. Mikasa just goes along with it because it’s Eren and its honestly more of a hassle to stop him at this point. 

He calls her every nickname under the sun, Miki, Mika, Miks, Mimi, you name and Eren’s probably called her by it before. He’s her best friend and half the time he’s stuck to her like glue and if he’s not with her he’s out with Armin wreaking havoc on the pack and Levi is chasing them around with a broom.

Even Armin is a little jealous of her at one point and later on, they laugh about it when they hang out together in Eren’s room. Eren is downstairs getting snacks while the two lounge on his bed actually doing their homework for once now that Eren isn’t there to distract them.

“I’m sorry I hope I’m not getting in the way of your friendship or anything, I know he hasn’t been spending as much time with you since I’ve come here, I’m sorry Armin.”

Armin bursts into laughter, “Don’t worry about it Mikasa, you’re honestly doing me a favour. My grandpa is much less stressed now that Eren isn’t dragging me around the compound and getting me into trouble.”

Mikasa gives him a small grin, yes now it’s her Eren is dragging around the compound and getting into trouble with. Last weekend he’d forced her up to the ravine they definitely were NOT allowed to be anywhere near and forced her to go swimming. He’d claimed it was a crime against humanity for him not to use the very sketchy-looking rope swing that was so obviously built to swing into the water with.

Said rope swing also promptly broke the second Eren tried to use it and he’d ended up sputtering in the water and covered in mud while she laughed at him, and if that wasn’t divine intervention, she didn’t know what was.

“My grandpa is just happy I’m home more often; I swear Eren was going to give him a heart attack every time he showed up at my door.”

Mikasa can only imagine what Armin’s poor grandpa had to put up with and maybe it’s for the best that she’s the one primarily dealing with Eren’s bullshit now.

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a handful.”

Armin smiles, “Yeah he really is. I’m glad he has you though, I think he tones it down because he doesn’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I don’t believe that.”

Armin stutters out a laugh, “It’s true I swear. You know one day he wants to be pack leader, right?”

Yes, she’s heard Eren’s proclamation about this before, she just hadn’t entirely believed him.

“Why?”

“I’m not really sure but if I’d had to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s the daddy issues.”

Yeah, Armin is probably right, it’s the Grisha-Zeke-Eren dynamic. Grisha wants Zeke to be the next leader and Eren, well Eren just wants his father’s attention.

What a mess.

She’s not given much opportunity to ask Armin about the topic before Eren interrupts them.

She feels him through their bond before she sees him, but when Eren wanders in a few minutes later holding a bag of chips and a few Gatorades, she has her hands up to catch the drink before he’s even thrown it.

“Miki here catch!”

He tosses her the blue Gatorade, and she grins, it’s her favourite.

“Why did you give her the best flavour, what about me?” Armin pouts.

Eren blushes bright red before turning his head away to hide it before mumbling something to himself.

“Sorry didn’t catch that Eren.”

Eren’s face scrunches up and he doesn’t repeat himself before hurling a green Gatorade at Armin’s head which he catches purely because of his werewolf reflexes. Armin then takes the opportunity to launch himself at his best friend and soon they are play fighting on the ground.  Mikasa laughs, daintily pulling her feet up to the bed so she won’t be caught in the crossfire.

She’ll never tell Eren that she heard what he said, superior genetics allowing her to catch every word of “Because the blue one is her favourite.” 

She has no idea how he knows that, they rarely drink the stuff, but it doesn’t surprise her, Eren can be cute when he’s not a pain in the ass.

15

Eren has always loved Mikasa.

Everything about her he’s a little in love with, even her weird habits like her obsession with that scarf he’d given her when she was nine.

Sometimes he’s a little jealous of her stupid scarf, but he’d never admit it. Until she presents it’s the closest thing, he’ll get to a mating mark to ward off other men from her. There’d been more than a few sniffing around too despite the fact that him and Mikasa are a match chosen by the elders themselves. Even his own father has been considering her for Zeke instead of him.  

Eren shut that shit down real quick. It had been a brief discussion over dinner when Mikasa had been out with a friend.

“Mikasa is really growing up to be a beautiful girl don’t you think Zeke?”

His mother immediately interjects an eyebrow raised, “Yes we’ve raised her well Grisha, she’s like my own daughter.”

“Well she’s not technically flesh and blood, I think she’d make Zeke a fine mate after she presents.”

His mother had been utterly shocked by the revelation and Zeke had looked thoughtful. Although Zeke didn’t live with them full-time, he’d be a fool not to notice Mikasa’s beauty and intelligence. Eren himself is surprised his father is even suggesting it, it’s pretty widely accepted him and Mikasa are a likely pairing and Eren likes it that way. He’s waiting until they both present to officially ask her out.

It’s considered taboo to date before then because relationships can be influenced by one’s class, but it doesn’t stop people from toeing the line. And he and Mikasa are the worst for it, since elementary school kids from every pack have teased them, K-I-S-S-I-N-G under the tree and all that jazz and Eren is fine with it. He loves Mikasa, he’s known it for a while, there’s no universe in which he doesn’t want her as his mate.

But even if she doesn’t want him, which he’s pretty sure she does, Zeke having her is a hard no. He’ll willingly let her go to Jean before Zeke, over his dead fucking body.

His mother responds, her voice irritated, “Grisha I thought it was quite obvious if she’s to end up with one of your sons it will be Eren, they’re already bonded.”

His father looks guilty for a moment before he continues, “Well Carla I think we need to consider all of our options. Eren hasn’t presented yet, and Zeke’s wolf is exceptionally strong. I know you care for her Carla but she’s also an Ackerman and we have to consider who best to reproduce with those genetics.”

His mother is now sufficiently outraged, “Mikasa hasn’t presented yet either, Grisha they’re fifteen, they’re not adults.”

Eren resists the urge to growl, he’s absolutely outraged. Is his best friend good for nothing else than as an incubator? Did they think of her only as a genetic lottery ticket? The very idea incenses him, and he has to physically restrain himself from turning and tearing his father to shreds over the dinner table. He hopes to God Mikasa doesn’t present as an omega; it would make this only that much worse.

It’s the thing everyone knows but no one talks about: Mikasa’s genetics. He’d never tell her, but it’s the primary reason Erwin had allowed her into the pack, she was too strong of an asset to lose. It’s unfortunate Levi can’t carry on the genetics, probably for the best though, Hanji would 100% experiment on their child. But it makes the burden on Mikasa so much harder.

He hates it and the idea that he’s been paired with her only for their combined genetics disgusts him, it’s why he shields her so protectively from pack politics. He never wants her to even consider the possibility that she might end up mated to someone just because they’ll have strong children.

But Mikasa isn’t stupid, and he knows he can’t protect her from everything. 

He grits out, “Don’t talk about her like she’s some kind of science experiment, it’s entirely up to Mikasa who she ends up mated to, if anyone at all. But if I had to hedge a bet, I’d bet on myself.”

“You’re rather confident in that Eren, what’s wrong with your brother, he’s slated to become the next alpha of the pack.”

“If that’s the problem I’ll rip him to shreds, I’m not concerned. Let’s go right now, Zeke?”

“Eren, I know you care for that girl since you’re the one who saved her, but you know how important the Ackerman genes are to continuing a healthy lineage, her wolf is strong and so is Zeke’s it would be a good mate choice.”

If his father is trying to appeal to his logical side he’s done a shit job, because Eren only wants to murder him more now. His skin prickles hot to the touch with the desire to remove his human flesh, he’s very, very angry, practically vibrating in his seat.

No one is really given a chance to say more as Mikasa wanders through the door happily taking her seat next to Eren at the table, and immediately assuaging some of his rage.

The pale look on Zeke’s face tells Eren all he needs to know about how hard his brother would fight for this match. Zeke could talk a big game and somewhat back it up, being the child of both Grisha and Dina gave him strong genetics of his own, but people didn’t mess with Eren, they knew better. He had a reputation of being a little crazy especially when it came to Mikasa. He’d killed for her, people just knew better.

“What are you guys talking about, everyone looks so tense.”

“Nothing Miki, just something dumb, dad thinks he’s found Zeke’s next mate prospect.”

“Oh!” Mikasa looks up from where she’d been spooning herself potato salad, “Is it, Pieck? Everyone thinks you and Pieck have a thing for some reason. Personally, I think you’re a little old for her Zeke, but I guess if you’re in love it’s okay.”

Eren grins at his father, curling his arm over the back of Mikasa’s chair possessively, “Yeah the age gap is a bit much isn’t it Miki, he’s practically ancient to someone our age.”

Zeke scowls and his father looks infinitely displeased but his mother is happy. Carla at least looks out for family more than the pack, which isn’t something his father has ever been capable of separating. Both Eren and Zeke’s daddy issues could attest to that.

Mikasa gives Eren a slight smack for the mean remark but otherwise says nothing contrary and he takes the opportunity to pull her chair a little closer, smiling at his father the whole time.

“What about you Eren, Historia has already presented as an omega and you’ll most likely be an alpha, I think you should seriously consider her.”

His father is playing hardball tonight, but Eren understands, he had started it after all.

He brushes the ends of Mikasa's hair affectionately as she goes quiet at Grisha’s words, “I’m waiting for Miki to present before I consider anything.” He responds nonchalantly and he immensely enjoys watching her cheeks go from pale to a soft pink colour.

He knows the fact that she hasn’t presented yet is a bit of a sore spot for her because omegas often present early, she worries maybe she’ll be a beta. He tells her frequently he’d never care either way but he’s not entirely sure the words get through that thick skull of hers.

“You shouldn’t joke about that Eren.” She chastises him for his words, and he grins wider at the ever-pragmatic Mikasa, “What if I present as a beta and not an omega? Omegas are usually preferred; you should consider all your options.”

“Miki, it doesn’t really matter what you are, my decision will remain the same.”

He had believed it with his whole heart, hell he’d even thought they could be fated mates.

Unfortunately, fate hadn’t exactly been on his side.

16

Mikasa is sitting happily in the living room of the Yeager house reading a book while the rest of the family is out save Eren who in all his teenage glory still has yet to leave his room.

He’s probably still sleeping if she had to guess.

She continues to read her book before she hears the floorboard of the upstairs hallway creak and seconds later the faucet begins running.

Looks like he’s finally awake.

He joins her downstairs ten minutes later wearing nothing but his pyjama pants and rubbing his eyes blearily.

She tries her best to keep her eyes strictly on her book but Eren’s been working out more lately, he’s been way touchier than he normally is and well her teenage hormones are getting to her, can anyone blame her??

“Where’s my mom?” He asks as he comes closer to her perch on the couch, about to make himself comfortable by using her body as a pillow, just like he always does, his emotions a relaxed dull hum in her head.

“She went into the human town, she wanted fruit.”

He’s busy moving her legs around and completely readjusting her position on the couch to make room for his oversized form when his head snaps up oddly.

His face scrunches up in disgust and she looks on in confusion and she feels his displeasure through the bond, but she doesn’t smell anything weird. And that’s saying something, her nose is a hell of a lot better than his is.

“Eren, what’s wrong?”

“Shh!” he quiets her before she watches his nose crinkle a bit and his frown deepen before he begins investigating whatever it is that has him so rattled. To her surprise, it involves her, because the next thing she knows he’s got her pinned to the couch, basically straddling her and his breath hot on her collarbone as he sniffs.

She tries her very best not to react but it’s difficult, to say the least and her heart is thumping aggressively against her chest, so loud she swears Eren can probably hear it.

“Eren, what’s up, what are you doing?” She tries her best to be nonchalant as if he’s not pressed entirely against her, head to toe.

He pulls his face away from her collar, a displeased look set in his brow as he grabs her chin to force her to look up at him, “Why do you smell like fake banana?”

“Umm.”

“Mikasa.”

That tone always makes her answer immediately, the one that she knows brands him an alpha even now before he’s presented, “It’s my new body wash.”

“I don’t like it.”

She resists the urge to smack him, she can’t do that. Eren’s not an alpha yet but she imagines it’s probably frowned upon to commit bodily harm to one even before they present. Also, he’ll likely retaliate with tickles and that’s not a battle she can win.

“Well, I like it.”

He pulls his hand away from her chin before moving to drop his head into her lap, taking up most of the couch with his long legs and burying his face into her stomach.

He blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of her abdomen just above her pyjama shorts, and she fights not to giggle as he looks up at her pouting, “Change it.”

“Eren I just bought it, it’s a waste not to use it.”

“I don’t like the smell.” He repeats as if it’s going to change everything.

“Why not? You like banana and you like those fake banana gummies, I thought you would appreciate it.”

“I don’t.”

“Why not?”

His brow furrows before he lets out a deep sigh into her stomach, “You smell much nicer without it.”

She fights to keep the smile from her face, if he sees that she’s enjoying this he’ll throw a temper tantrum and stomp upstairs.

“What do I smell like?”

“That’s for me to know. I just like it better when it smells just like you.” He grabs her wrist chucking her book to the floor and she’s about to protest when he licks a long strip up her forearm. She lets out a surprised squeak and pulls her wrist away.

He makes a face, “You taste better without it too, yeah you’re definitely getting rid of this Mikasa.”

She’s blushing madly and totally unsure how to deal with him so she can do nothing but relent.

“Okay, I’ll pick a new one later today.”

“No, I’ll pick a new one later today, I’m going with you.”

“Fine, but you’re buying.”

He hums in agreement before he turns his head back to her stomach and she goes back to reading.

He falls asleep in her lap, she finishes her book and later Eren buys her lightly scented coconut body wash and tells her he’s going to light her banana one on fire.   

It’s times like these when she doesn’t doubt for a second, she’s completely in love with him.

But the haunting expectations of the pack always make her second guess herself.

17

The possibility that her and Eren might be truly fated was not one she’d drawn out of thin air. The mythical children’s story of them being soulmates isn’t a joke to her. It’s something she’s considered for a long time, dreamed about, dreaded, told herself was just wishful thinking, she has many feelings on the topic.

Everyone in the pack seems to believe it, the elders have already bonded them together, the match is practically secured, so much so that Levi likes to joke about how much trouble their kids will cause him. But it makes sense especially considering Eren’s own behaviour towards her.

Eren always takes care of her, just like an alpha would a beta or omega, he’s always watching her, possessive and protective. It’s been very clear what Eren’s class would be since he was a kid, especially when it came to her.

It’s particularly obvious in the case of other men, Eren has never responded well to any male friends she’s had, Armin is about the only male he doesn’t complain about constantly. Even in elementary school, children from other packs might mingle with her in the schoolyard and Eren would growl and bite. He’d gotten detention more times than she could count for biting other students on her behalf.

 It would be cute if the bites didn’t draw blood.

He also has a terrible habit of chewing on her any chance he gets. It’s a bit of an oral fixation on his part and not entirely of his own volition. He just liked to chew, and his toy of choice often seems to be her.

He always restrains himself from biting too deep to leave scars or to truly hurt but as young werewolves do, he’d bite. It wasn’t weird they were werewolves they healed inhumanely fast and depending on who and how you bite, sometimes there’s a rush of endorphins. It happened to a lot of werewolf kids during puberty, it was common for children in the schoolyard to bite and nip at each other. Even cool, collected Armin had a biting phase and she’d had a small one too, but she’d preferred gum over you know people. But Eren took it to a new level entirely.

When they sat next to each other at lunchtime, he’d often chomp down on her wrist if she wasn’t using one of her hands. And the older they got, the worse it got. Instead of his behaviour going away as kids learned NOT to bite other people, he takes it upon himself to bite her more and he gets more and more bold with it too.

Steadily as they moved up grades his bites get higher and higher on her arm until sometimes he’d give little nips to her neck or nibble at her ear if she’s in range. It’s unbelievably distracting but she doesn’t protest because it feels good usually just a little rush of energy or a hit of giddiness whenever he chomps down.

When Eren presents as an alpha at the ripe age of seventeen no one is really very surprised, least of all Mikasa. If anything, she kind of likes it, because his possessive tendencies get worse, and it makes her feel special. It’s nice to be the person he favours most, especially when half the kids in their grade are terrified of him. It’s obvious too and no one messes with her because of it, why would you touch the girl who walks around with the smell of alpha all over her and teeth marks across her body?

Eren wants her, it’s something they’ve always both sort of known and something she doesn’t fight because if she’s going to be married off to someone it might as well be Eren. They’re already bonded and she’s pretty sure she loves him.

Right?

But he can’t claim her until she presents too. So, he waits, and he bites, and she doesn’t complain.

Shortly after Eren presents he finds her in the school library, some random guy from another pack flirting with her before class. He’s not pleased, and she can tell by the immediate scowl that takes over his pretty face. Eren takes the opportunity to completely ignore the other boy and move Mikasa to settle on his lap. She’s mostly unphased as it’s typical possessive Eren behaviour, but the boy flirting with her looks a little frightened and leaves shortly after.

She’d thought the matter to be over with.

Eren on the other hand, had not.

He removes her scarf carefully as she continues her homework before he rather boldly bites down just the slightest on her neck where her scent gland is.

Mikasa is immediately assaulted with shivers, it feels amazing, and she bites her lip not to purr aloud.

The scent gland is one of the most vulnerable and sensitive spots for a werewolf, a spot placed just where her neck and shoulder meet. It’s where werewolves are supposed to bite when they mate for life and where Eren has been teasingly nipping at more and more lately.

But she hasn’t presented yet so he can’t mark her permanently.

She has to be the voice of reason but it’s so very difficult when he’s being like this.

His teeth sink in just a little more and she finally caves and lets out a little whimper.

“Eren please stop you know you can’t do that —”

He cuts off her words by soothing the wound with little licks and oh it’s so much worse than just the biting. It feels like he’s shooting electricity right down her body every time his tongue laves the sensitive skin.

“I just wanted to remind everyone who you belong to Mikasa.”

Could anyone really blame her for thinking they might end up together, the way Eren behaves it’s practically a guarantee.

So Mikasa goes on with life, believing that she’d most likely end up being Eren’s mate.

She’d thought her own presentation to be obvious, probably an omega, but beta was also a possibility. Her mom had been an omega and her dad a beta, so either class had been likely.

For her to be classed as an alpha was unthinkable.

Until it wasn’t.

18

On a cold rainy day as she walks back towards Eren’s house with the rest of their friends it finally happens and like a lightning strike, everyone save Eren is covering their noses.

“What’s wrong?” She asks curiously, nothing smells any different to her. In fact, she loves how it smells outside, her heightened sense of smell picking up the sweet scent of raindrops and wet pavement, she knows it’s about to storm.

“Mika you’re presenting,” Eren tells her somberly and at the time she’d wondered why he’d sounded so sad; it should be an exciting thing right? His emotions through the bond were incredibly mixed, pride and sadness and she doesn’t understand. He can finally claim her, she doesn’t care what the adults say about claiming before you’re old enough, she’s ready to be Eren’s, ready to stop worrying about the whole mating charade.

He’s joked about it for long enough, and even though she always tells him not to, secretly she doesn’t hate it. It’s nice to know how sure he is in his decision without even knowing what her class will be yet. It’s reassuring to know he doesn’t care if she’s a beta or an omega. He’ll love her unconditionally, and isn’t that what everyone wants in a partner?

They can finally get it over with and she can stop worrying about it, stop stressing about if she’ll end up with Eren or someone else who wants her only for the kids she’ll pop out. With Eren, she knows everything will be okay.

She loves him.

She might not be in love with him just yet, but she knows she loves him just the same, she can work towards it. He’s her best friend and her everything, there is no Mikasa without Eren and no Eren without Mikasa. So, he should be happy about this, he’s always talking about it, why isn’t he happy?

Of course, minutes later she finally realizes just why everyone save Eren is covering their nose. It’s a dawning horror as she considers what her class must be for all of their friends to be avoiding her like this, what her scent must be, but she asks anyway, she needs it confirmed for herself.

“What am I?”

“Miki you’re an alpha.”

When Eren finally speaks aloud her own fears she breaks.

Because alphas aren’t supposed to mate together, it just doesn’t happen.

It’s taboo and frowned upon and female alphas are already looked down on, for them to mate with the most sought-after class of werewolf on top of it just adds another chain to the shackle.

She doesn’t stay to be comforted by him or continue to watch her friends stave off the urge to kneel because she’s not wearing blockers, she runs.

She drops her backpack on the sidewalk and sprints into the forest before she turns, shiny black fur replacing her skin and transferring herself into a body much bulkier than her human one but still hers just the same.

She runs and she doesn’t look back.

She runs from everyone, but mostly from Eren because this means for sure she can’t be his.

And the worst part, by far the worst part is that she feels relief. So much relief, it’s like a palpable weight has been lifted off her shoulders, she’s an alpha and alphas don’t have to worry about who they get mated to, it’s not something they have to stress about.

Even their bond won’t matter now, the elders won’t enforce something even they don’t believe in, no matter how much they value her Ackerman genes. They're too traditional to even consider allowing them both to mate. 

She can feel Eren’s own sadness through the bond and she can’t take it especially because of her own emotions. The idea of him feeling her relief eats at her, so she does what she has to. She cuts through their bond in her head, just like Hanji had told her, the first time she’d asked if there was a way to sever it, silencing Eren’s emotions indefinitely.

There is only silence as she finally feels what it’s like to be without Eren’s constant flow of feelings for the first time since she was nine. She knows she’s just changed her fate irrevocably, freeing her from Eren entirely.

Despite this, she doesn’t really know what to do with herself now, who is she if not Eren’s best friend, his future mate, his sweet omega?

But she’s also relieved because she can finally figure it out without her stupid genetics or her last name hanging over her head.

She’s nothing, just a confused alpha with no family and nothing to her name.

So, she runs.

And then, she just never really stops.

19

Life without Mikasa is lonely and lifeless and he hates it. He hates every moment of it with a fiery passion and he curses their stupid customs and stereotypes and rules because he knows exactly why she ran away.

She doesn’t think they can be together now because they’re both alphas and it would kill any possibility of him succeeding Erwin, but he doesn’t give a shit, without her none of it matters. 

His soul cries out for her every day that she’s gone, and the bond, oh the bond is the worst part by far and he curses his parents for ever letting the pack elders perform that stupid ceremony because it hurts 1000X more. There is a constant dull throb in the back of his mind where Mikasa’s presence used to be. He used to be able to just think and know where she was, one thought and he’d know she was okay. But now it’s like someone cut the cord and there is nothing, only silence and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

He wishes now that he’d run after her that day.

He’d been foolish, thinking she’d just needed some time to cool off, to come to terms with it and when she did, he’d be there. He’d tell her he didn’t care, none of it matted, for fuck’s sake they could have run away together if she’d wanted to. But she’d taken off completely alone, he’d come back to the house that day to find her room devoid of any personal belongings and promptly freaked the fuck out.

They’d sent out search parties and he’d visited every other wolf pack in a sixty-kilometre radius only to come up with nothing.

He doesn’t give a shit about her lost genetics like the rest of the pack seems to and he rips his dad a new one when he brings it up as a discussion topic at the next pack meeting. Levi gives him his reluctant respect for defending his cousin, even when she’s not here.

He starts spending all of his spare time on his search for her. Every wolf he sees, he asks, he volunteers for every scouting trip Erwin gives out just so he can look for her.

Then a letter comes a year after Mikasa leaves. It comes from a sketchy alpha woman with more freckles than he can count and a bad attitude. She delivers it to him at the local werewolf bar and leaves just as mysteriously as she came.

After a year of emotional hell, because all he wants to know is if she’s okay, he finally gets some sign of life and as he holds the paper in his hand, he’s relieved just to know she’s alright and the letter that smells just like her lavender scent is a lifeline.

Then he reads it.

Eren,

I’m sorry. I know you’re probably stressed and worried but I’m okay but I’m writing to tell you to stop looking for me. I’ve joined another pack; I’m just trying to figure myself out right now.  You and I both know why I left. Now that I’m an alpha, we can never happen and I know you would have fought it, but I think maybe this is for the best. I know it’s always been you and me against the world, but I think maybe I need some time to just be me. I don’t know when I’ll be back, if I’ll come back but Eren I want you to move on and pursue your dreams. Please Eren live your life and move on. I love you, I really do, I’m just not sure if I was ever in love with you or if it’s just what I thought was expected. Please just be happy. 

-Mikasa

The letter promptly sets his heart on fire and all of his worry evaporates into hurt and rage.

And now here he is months later, still numbly trying to deal with the pain of losing both his best friend and his entire future all in one go.

He’d taken himself out of the running for pack leader immediately after receiving the letter just to spite her. He doesn’t really care; whatever Zeke will be okay at it. But it really doesn’t matter to Eren if Zeke lights the compound on fire, nothing matters to him anymore.

These days he spends most of his time doing his online business courses, working or spending ungodly amounts of time at the local werewolf bar.

He usually just drinks until he’s forced to stumble home but every so often, he picks up random girls when he feels so inclined.

But mostly, he thinks about Mikasa, and he stews. Eren’s always been known to have a bit of a temper. It’s something that’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count, and sometimes his passion is too much.

People tiptoe around him for a while after they hear about the letter, they’re afraid of what he’ll do how he’ll react. And the story morphs as gossip travels, and now it’s widely believed that Mikasa left to get away from him, that he was too overbearing, that she never liked him anyway.

It only adds fuel to the ever-burning fire of his rage.

It’s not that he’s angry she doesn’t love him.

He’s angry she never told him about it, he’s angry he spent so long wrapped up in her, thinking she was the one when she never felt the same.

It invalidates everything he’s ever felt for her because what if it was all a lie?

All those weird little emotions he'd felt through the bond that he'd written off, they all make sense now. All the times, he'd been worried about why she was so sad or melancholy, it all comes together. 

He takes another sip of his rum and coke, staring stonily at the shelves of alcohol in front of him.

Werewolves mate for life and she would have been bound to him for the rest of her existence, to the point where it becomes painful to be without the other person. The idea that she would have done that just based on everyone’s expectations makes him irrationally angry.

But the worst part is that she didn’t trust him enough to ever tell him, she would have tied them together whether it made her happy or not.

He motions the bartender for his bill. 

How ridiculous that he’d ever thought they might be fated, how pathetic.

He’d been a fool, he should have noticed she was never that interested anyways, always him being crazy and possessive, always him initiating contact.

Her letter does nothing more than drive the knife further into his heart and it’s probably exactly what Mikasa wants.

Fine. Have it her way.

He chucks back the last of his drink and leaves the bar, dropping cash on the table and taking a blonde omega he doesn’t know the name of home with him.

He hopes she’s happy.

She’s not in fact happy.

She’s nineteen and it hurts, it hurts so fucking much.

She’d vacillated back and forth for hours on whether to send that letter. She knew it would hurt him; it would hurt him so much, but she needs him to move on. And he’d never do that if he thought she loved him, that there was still a chance.  

And to be fair, the contents of the letter are totally true, she loves Eren, but she doesn’t know if she’s in love with him. It’s always just been an expectation hanging over her head since they were kids. She was to be mated to someone in the pack, her genetics were too good to pass up so why not Eren? And then it had just become an expectation, an inevitability until she didn’t know how much of it was her own feelings and how much of it was just what everyone had been telling her since she first joined.

What she said may be true, but it doesn’t make hurting him any easier. It’s so ridiculous too because she doesn’t even have to see the aftermath, she can’t even imagine it. She feels the loss of him in everything she does, her best friend isn’t there to cuddle her when she’s upset, he’s not there to feed her chocolate when she has bad cramps.

She’s alone and it’s what she wanted.

But steadily, she’s figuring out how to exist without him. She’d joined Ymir’s pack shortly after leaving, finding the all-female pack on the outskirts of the mountains, close to her hometown where she’d been visiting.

Ymir had been kind and taken her in and Annie, although a more serious presence had been kind to her as well, they’re both female alphas themselves and are more than happy for her to figure her shit out with them. The pack is big and welcoming, and she doesn’t have to worry about anyone wanting her solely for her genetics.

It’s relaxing and she enjoys her life here. But at first, she hates being an alpha.

It doesn’t fit her at all. Sure, she’s a bit headstrong, but she is also quiet and kind of a homemaker, more stereotypically omega traits. She feels weird when people give her nods of acknowledgement as if she should be respected. It’s wrong when they go on pack runs and omegas follow her instead of running with her.

It’s just little things that change, but the respect and authority her class awards her is a weird thing to get used to.

But the worst part about the whole thing is that it’s not even like her attraction to Eren is gone.

She’d left him partially because she hadn’t known if she was in love with him but now that she’s put distance between them, it’s becoming increasingly obvious maybe she was. He’s enmeshed with every part of her identity, and she didn’t quite realize how much she’d miss him until a year later when the hole in her heart still isn’t healed.

Her gravitation and attraction towards him hadn’t immediately disappeared as soon as she’d been marked an alpha. No, if anything it had gotten worse, her possessive instincts screaming at the distance she’s put between them.

 She wakes up bathed in sweat, bile crawling up her throat at the very idea of him taking other girls home or mating someone else.

It doesn’t make any sense.

Every book she’s ever read on class presentation suggests that alphas were rarely if ever interested in other alphas, the desire to dominate the other too strong to overcome. Logically, her attraction should have gone away or at the very least faded with time and distance.

She almost wishes the attraction would go away if only so that her inner wolf could finally be at peace instead of a constant low growl at her refusal to go back home.

But there’s no point, their relationship could never go anywhere and even if it did, the pack would never allow it.

Eren was being groomed to become the next alpha of the pack, and a pack leader with an alpha mate would be scrutinized and disrespected. It would basically ruin any chance Eren had of moving up in the pack hierarchy.

No, instead Eren was to have a nice little omega or at worst a beta for a mate and they’d have lovely kids, and the pack would be prosperous for another few generations.

She hates it, and poor Mikasa, a very rare female alpha was to settle for some weak beta or omega boy.

Not that there was anything wrong with male omegas, of course, Armin was one himself, but the thought of permanently mating with one made her sick to her stomach.

That was the other thing being an alpha had heightened, her sense of superiority apparently because she could tolerate nothing but at least a beta and even that had been difficult.

She hadn’t even successfully made it to losing her virginity, she’d gotten so fed up with male betas asking for praise and if what they were doing was okay, she’d almost snapped one guy’s neck.

Why did they think that just because she was an alpha she knew what she was doing, newsflash, she didn’t, not a single fucking clue and her heats sucked because of it.

Omegas were even worse, needier and more unsure about what their role was and finally, after several heats she’d stopped bothering and now she spent them alone while her body cried out to her. 

She was a female alpha who wanted to be dominated and unfortunately for her, a complete walking contradiction.

But any way she looks at it there’s no logical reason she should still be thinking about Eren so much, in the end, he’s just her best friend, they’d been close, but he’d never marked her, never officially claimed her as his own.

“Maybe you should go back.” Annie tells her one day while they’re on laundry duty together and she frowns, “Why? I’m happy here.”

“Mikasa no you’re not, you miss him, and it’s been a year and a half, it’s not going away. I think you need to at least go see him. I can’t take your little sighs every time we go to the bar anymore, and you’ve flirted with almost every male member of the neighbouring pack, I don’t think you’re interested in anyone but him.”

Mikasa sighs.

“There that’s the sigh! Stop it!”

A reluctant grin finds her lips. Annie isn’t wrong and it’s something she’s been thinking about for a while, she misses the friends she’s grown up with and most of all she misses Eren. She misses him so much.

“If I do, will you come with me?”

“Yeah, I need a break from Ymir’s idiocy anyways, she keeps trying to convince me to join her poker tournaments, she wants someone to help her cheat at them.”

Mikasa laughs, of course, she was.

When Mikasa comes back, she’s a different girl than the one that left. She’s lived a year with an all-female pack, one that had happily accepted her and she’s not the same happy-go-lucky girl that thought she’d be Eren’s.

She can’t be.

Because that’s not her job anymore.  

If anything, she hopes Eren has someone else now.

No, she doesn’t.

But now she’s an alpha and she acts like it. None of this tip-toeing around it garbage. She misses her old family, she misses Sasha’s yelling and Connie’s idiocy, even Jean’s awful flirting. She’s going back and she’s going to tell Erwin to shove it if he tries to pair her off with someone. They’re the same status now, he can’t say shit.

If all else fails she can always just leave again, she has Ymir and Annie now.

She heads to a bar in the nearby human town, she needs a drink before she steps foot in her old home and Annie said she’d go ahead first to talk to Erwin. By all accounts, Mikasa technically counts as a traitor, which isn’t a great status to have, so Annie had thought it best to try and smooth that over before she asks to come back at the very least. Ymir had wanted to start diplomatic relations anyway since not everyone was super chummy with all-female packs, so it works out.

Mikasa steps into the werewolf bar she’s wandered past so many times on her way to school and finally steps into it for the first time.

She definitely doesn’t expect to see the root of all her problems scowling into a rum and coke at the bar while women flirt with him.

Seeing Eren again for the first time is like a punch to the gut and her wolf goes a little crazy at his image and the urge to go over to him is almost overpowering. 

He’s better looking now if that’s possible, his hair long and tied up in an unruly bun at the base of his neck and he’s taller too, his legs long and stretched out as he leans back against the barstool. If she were next to him she’d barely come up to his chin.

She takes a deep breath and considers approaching him. She’d done a good job of pissing him off of that she’s sure of. But he must still care enough to at least give her a hug. That’s all she wants a hug, one quick embrace where she can be wrapped in his arms again and be encompassed in the heady scent of Eren.  

She misses him like she lost a limb.

Unfortunately, she can’t exactly just go up and hug him because Eren is pissed at her, but she can at least give it a shot.

She makes it two steps, two steps in his direction before his green eyes flicker up and he sees her. She expects to see some emotion cross his face, something at least but there’s only cold indifference.

She gets to him in a few short strides, and he says nothing looking her up and down.

“Eren.”

“Mikasa.” And fuck his voice, it’s the one from her dreams that she can only imagine, the one that whispers praise and sweet words into her ear while he fucks her through her orgasms, rough and raspy.

They just stare at each other for a moment, eyes locked on one another, neither moving, just watching and she forgot how intense those green eyes can get.

Finally, she breaks the silence her voice soft, “I missed you.”

His reply is quick, sharp and it cuts like glass, “That’s not what your letter suggested.”

Ouch. She deserved that; she really did.

She may not be in his arms, but her head is swimming in the smell of him just the same, and she’s dying his scent is heavenly, his typical mint and pine now mixed with cologne and aftershave.

Damn it why did he have to smell so good.

“I’m um—I’m sorry Eren, I didn’t mean—”

He cuts her off, “Don’t worry about it Mikasa, we don’t have to talk about it.”

Yes, yes, they do have to talk about it.

He brings his glass to his lips, and she watches fascinated as he swallows it back in one go, the muscles of his throat moving tantalizingly, leading her gaze down to the measly t-shirt he’s wearing as she admires his physique.

What the hell has he been eating while she’s been gone?

He stands, slamming his glass down and startling her out of her reverie and back to their conversation while he leaves an impressive wad of bills on the table to pay his tab.

“Eren,” she says, her voice infused with some of her own alpha command, it’s not something someone of a lower rank could turn away from.

Eren’s eyes flash wicked green as he turns to her, his lip curled up in a snarl.

Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, because now she’s challenged him, and she’s never known Eren to back down from a challenge.

“Mikasa.” He leans in uncomfortably close, one arm on the bar and the other on the edge of her stool. He’s not close enough to touch, but he’s close enough that his very presence overwhelms her as his face looms inches away from her own.

He’s not touching her at all, and it drives her infinitely more crazy than if he was.

She’s struck by how pretty he is, his nose sloped elegantly and his jawline sharp, he’s the stuff GQ magazine dreams about. Then of course there are those irritatingly pretty emerald eyes of his that are currently staring into her soul, and they gleam with rage at being challenged.

“I know you’re an alpha now Miki,” He spits one of her many nicknames like an insult, “but you’ve never intimidated me before and you don’t now. Know your place.”

That pisses her right off and she wants to claw him to shreds right then and there. Where is the sweet boy who used to hold her after her nightmares and make her tea? Where is the boy she used to literally share emotions with? 

Her breathing picks up as she attempts to restrain herself from committing bodily harm to him. Know her place, what an asshole.

She reacts without considering her words, she’s fuming, and she wants her words to cut, “Like you, Eren, still chasing after Zeke, how’s daddy’s approval coming?”

His eyes widen a fraction, clearly, he hadn’t expected her to respond at all, well fuck you Eren she’s not the same girl that left just like he’s not the same boy she remembers.

She’s an alpha and she’s not about to be demeaned by the likes of him.

Of course, she still feels awful, she knows it’s a sore spot for him and she’d never want to be mean but Eren’s hardly phased, in fact, he laughs, pulling back from her a bit to lean against the counter, still close but at least now she has a little breathing room.

“Hmm, I’m glad to see you’ve got claws now at least Mimi. But for your information, I pulled myself out of the running for pack leader, I moved out and quite frankly I don’t give a shit what my father thinks of me anymore.”

She’s shocked into silence, Eren’s been chasing that position since he was a kid, and suddenly he’s given it up? And he moved out? Her curiosity is eating at her, what the hell had happened with the Yeagers for Eren to have removed himself from his family so drastically.

His eyes drop to her lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to her eyes. His nose crinkles for a moment as he smells something before a slow grin crawls up his face.

“I don’t know what you’re in town for, but don’t bother me and I won’t bother you, Mikasa. I’ll see you around,” he says before he finally moves away entirely, allowing her to catch her breath without inhaling his scent.

Her cheeks are red with anger and a tinge of embarrassment, she should’ve known better than to try anything with an alpha like him.

Eren’s not the type to back down, not for anyone and especially not her.

She lays her head on the bar mournfully, she’s so fucked.

Annie finds her an hour later with the good news that Erwin declared her no longer a traitor and that they can stay in one of the guest houses for the time being while they discuss liaisons between the two packs.

“What are you doing, I told you to meet me at the edge of the compound?” Annie asks her impatiently, manicured nails tapping the bar insistently.

Mikasa moans into the granite countertop, “I saw him.”

She flops her head over to look up to see Annie’s reaction and the blonde’s face is pinched up, “How’d it go?”

Mikasa grabs her vodka soda to comfort her as she speaks, “Not well.”

Annie lets out a long sigh, “What did you do?”

“I went alpha on him and then I brought up his daddy issues.”

 “Mikasa!” Annie sounds both impressed and horrified.

“I know, I’m awful.”

“Well under normal circumstances, I’d be proud of you because fuck men but Mikasa, you should at least have apologized or something.”

“Ugh I know, he wouldn’t let me, he didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t know what to do so I just panicked and the next thing I knew I was commanding him, and he was very angry.”

Annie brings a hand up to rub her temple, snatching Mikasa’s drink before she can protest.

“Hey!”

She chucks it back in one go and Mikasa is reluctantly impressed, she’s been sipping on it for an hour.

“Next time, just try not insulting him and see where that gets you, okay babe?”

Mikasa nods solemnly, waving the bartender over for another drink, she’s gonna need it.

The next morning Annie drags her out of bed at an ungodly hour for a meeting with Erwin and Levi where they sit and discuss her transgression, the reason for said transgression and her future in the pack.

Overall, it goes well, and Erwin at least looks a little sorry about the amount of pressure she’d felt while being there, but he doesn’t back down entirely.

“Mikasa if you want to stay here, that’s fine I’ll accept it, but I think you should give some thought to what exactly your role here will be. Some of the older, less forgiving members won’t exactly be pleased about the fact that you left because they’re rather traditional,” Erwin says carefully while Levi interrupts, “Assholes, they’re assholes.”

No one said werewolves weren’t sexist dickheads.

“Yes, that’s also a descriptive word you could use, thank you, Levi. But yes, they won’t exactly be happy about having a female alpha in the pack, it’s considered bad luck and of course, I’d never look at you differently for it, but I just want you to know you might face a bit of backlash. Especially because you don’t seem to be keen on having kids or mating anytime soon.”

Mikasa hums, contemplating his response, he’s right she probably won’t receive the warmest welcome from everyone.

“Well Ymir and I discussed it and we thought she might act as a liaison between our packs, you know set up meetings, go back and forth between us. It might help her avoid some of the scrutiny if she still falls under our protection too.” Annie volunteers, her face concerned as she looks between Mikasa and Erwin.

Erwin nods, contemplating the idea, “I think that’s a safe bet, might give me a bit of leeway with the elders too. I’ll give Ymir a call later on today to discuss it more with her and Mikasa, welcome back.”

She looks up and gives the blonde man a handshake, she’d never hated him, it’s not entirely his fault everyone is so God damn focused on her womb rather than the fact that she’s a human being. And despite being pack leader, Erwin is still held to certain standards by the elders that he can’t just trample over.

She understands it’s difficult.

 
They leave the office shortly after, the only form of affection Levi giving her is a nod of acknowledgement and she almost laughs at how serious her cousin is. Some things really don’t change.

“Do you want to get something to eat? I’m starving.” Annie tells her as they leave the building, heading towards Annie’s SUV to take a trip into town.

They’re about to start squabbling over which fast food joint to hit when they’re interrupted by Historia who Mikasa hasn’t seen since even before she disappeared.

“Oh my god, Mikasa!” The perky little blonde sings, “How are you, I heard you joined another pack! How is it? I umm-I’ve heard a lot about Ymir.” The girl stumbles over her alpha’s name and there’s a pink tinge to her cheeks, but Mikasa doesn’t think on it too much, much too preoccupied with just who she’s standing next to and the very familiar way she’s standing, arms linked together and leaning into his shoulder.

It’s Eren.

What the fuck?

Her brain can barely compute that Eren has apparently done exactly what she told him to do and moved on, found an omega to mate with. She self-destructs only a little bit.

Mine, mine, mine is all that runs through her head as she watches them interact and her skin is so hot, she’s practically on fire, a sure sign she wants to turn, go full werewolf and rip the little bitch touching her property to shreds.

Thank God for Annie who has her back because while Mikasa’s eyes are locked on where Historia’s arm is linked with Eren’s Annie smoothly takes the opportunity to respond for her, “Hi, I’m Annie nice to meet you, I’m a friend of Mikasa’s.”

The much smaller blonde’s eyes shoot over to her icy friend and her face lights up all over again, “Oh my gosh, you’re an alpha too that’s amazing! I’m Historia, are you from Ymir’s pack as well?”

Is it weird to be irritated by how cute someone is, is that normal because she wants to ring Historia up by her pretty blonde locks and fly her from the nearby flagpole.

Annie looks a bit overwhelmed by Historia’s intense enthusiasm and that’s when Eren smoothly cuts in, “And I’m Eren, nice to meet you, Historia here is just a little excited about an all-female pack, I’m sorry about her.”

Annie’s eyes turn icy as Eren says his name, but Mikasa is still too busy stewing over everything Eren and Historia related to properly converse, her aura practically radiating her fury. Eren covers for Historia now too? Why is he even with her, it’s 9 am, Eren doesn’t wake up until at least 11.

“That’s okay I don’t mind talking about it, we’re proud of our pack.”

Historia looks like she’s going to launch into another excited tirade when two blonde heads wander by, Historia’s parents who are both pack elders if Mikasa can remember correctly. Evidently, they are heading towards Erwin’s office and Historia goes a little white as she sees them, her mouth snapping shut. Then Mikasa watches in horror as Historia’s much smaller hand falls from Eren’s elbow to lace their fingers together and she moves noticeably closer to him, to the point where there’s hardly any distance at all, her side pressed to his.

Eren spots Historia’s parents as well and they wave at Eren who awkwardly waves back at them while Historia leans up to whisper something into his ear.

Mikasa is going to shank someone.

“Well, Annie, Mikasa nice to see you, but we have to head out,” Eren says, attention still on the small blonde girl attached to his hip. He hardly spares her a glance and it’s almost worse than if he’d insulted her.

And then he leaves her, he actually fucking leaves her. He begged her to come back for an entire year and now that she’s finally here, he just leaves.

Of course, it’s her own fault but still what the fuck?

Her only consolation is that there’s no mark on Historia’s neck just yet, but it doesn’t reassure her at all.

It’s only a matter of time.

And thus, the games begin because Mikasa wants Eren back and she’s willing to do just about anything she can to get him. She doesn’t give a fuck that alphas aren’t supposed to mate, every instinct in her body is telling her that boy belongs to her. 

The first thing Eren notices when he sees Mikasa again for the first time is not how much prettier she’s gotten, no it’s the fact that she’s started wearing fucking scent blockers and it pisses him off supremely.

Mostly because it deprives him of her intoxicating scent, and now the only way he can get a whiff of the heady smell of lilac and chocolate is if he’s at the nape of her neck, which is very difficult to accomplish especially when he’s avoiding her like the plague.

Despite his strong dislike of her at the moment, he finds himself watching her whenever he can just to find a slip up to linger closer. He wants to bite her, mark her as his forever. So, he can taste her skin and inhale that scent for the rest of his life. And her nape is so pretty, such delicate pale skin just begging to be bitten. He hates the days she wears tops that expose her neck and shoulders, every inch of her is just so perfectly biteable he has a hard time controlling himself.

He wants her, he wants her badly, but he has his fake relationship with Historia and also, there is the fact that he is majorly angry with her.

Every time he sees her it’s like reading that letter all over again, feeling their bond cut off permanently, and it hurts. And the worst part is it’s not even like his feelings are gone, he’s still totally completely in love with her but he’s still so angry too.

So, he drowns himself in willing betas and omegas trying to forget the pretty alpha-girl he’s so hung up on.

It’s pathetic really, how desperate he is for her, but Eren has always been stubborn, and he’s more interested in his anger than forgiveness. Actually, fuck that, she still hasn’t even apologized to him. He doesn’t care if it’s his fault because he won’t let her either, fuck that. 

His obsession is particularly bad during his ruts, one omega female usually never suffices, and he rarely gives them his knot no matter how much they beg or how much he wants to. He’s done it a few times and it’s always unsatisfying, which is common unless it’s your mate.

He wants Mikasa and only Mikasa.

One day he caves to his desires.

He knows Mikasa isn’t home because she’s off visiting Ymir’s pack with Hanji. Hanji who would keep Mikasa busy for at least a few days, with an entire notebook full of questions for how the all-female pack functioned successfully.

Eren knows she hadn’t worn her scarf either, the one he’d given her so long ago, it’s too hot for it. He’d watched her leave like a stalker from the forest near her car and observed no scarf adorning her pretty neck. They’re in the middle of a heatwave and there was no need for it anyway, it’s almost a guarantee it’s not with her.

The opportunity was too good to pass up and he was just beginning his rut, he needed her desperately, something to saturate his every burning desire for all things Mikasa.

So, like the piece of shit, he is, he breaks into her home and takes his pick of whatever he wants. He’d found the scarf sitting in the middle of her bed innocently, like she’d debated taking it or not and he almost laughs at how attached she is to the stupid fabric even now. 

Mikasa’s house smells so overwhelmingly of her that he fights to leave it, but he has her scarf now, it’s close enough. He can’t have Mikasa, but he can sure as hell smell her.

And that’s how he spends his rut, without a dumb omega for once, rarely leaving his bed as he jacks himself off, face buried in her scent and it’s the most bearable rut he’s ever had in his life.

His hand ghosts over the imprint of his dick against his boxers as he inhales her scent. Lavender, chocolate, and a hint of coconut, likely from her body wash. He knows because he’d helped her choose that body wash when they were younger, even then he’d been a possessive little brat.

His head swims with fantasies of her, tied to his bed, bent over the kitchen counter, against the wall, she's all he can think about. Looking up at him as she takes his dick as far down her throat as she can, grey eyes wide and teary as she chokes around him.

That pretty face he loves so much, red lips locked tight around his girth, long lashes smudged with mascara and cheeks hollowed out just to take him.

He lets out an aggravated sound, it’s a face he hasn’t properly seen in person in at least a month, always far-off glances, he can’t even recall when he last held a conversation with her that wasn’t just thinly veiled insults and sexual tension. It’s his own god damn fault but it aggravates him nonetheless, sometimes he misses his best friend.

He tugs the scarf further into his nose as his lustful thoughts take over again, and his imagination strays from her pretty face to her body.

The body he loves so dearly, she’s so perfect, shaped so well for him, the divots of her hips made to fit his hand while he fucks her. And her tits, fuck, he’d spend hours admiring them if he could. They’re soft and heavy, the perfect size, they’d probably feel amazing in his hands, and even better pushed up around his cock while he fucks her sternum.

He’s only ever seen her nipples through her shirts when she chooses not to wear a bra which is almost never, but he imagines they’re pretty pink just like her pussy probably is. Eren loses himself in his fantasy, hands fishing his aching cock from its confines, and he moans as he gives himself a slow stroke.

His first orgasm doesn’t take long, but it barely takes the edge off as his wildest fantasies take form and his rut takes hold, Mikasa’s scent wrapped around him reassuringly.

And yes, he’s an awful person and he’s totally a creepy asshole for doing this but in his defence, he’d gone from seeing Mikasa every day and touching her at his leisure to not seeing her for over a year and now that she’s back it’s like the floodgates have opened and the need to touch her has increased tenfold. He can’t even remember the last time he’d held her hand or hugged her after she had a bad nightmare or bit her for that matter. The biting is what he misses the most, he hasn’t marked her soft skin in so long, it drives him mad.

After more than a year of no contact, if her scarf is all he can get, he’ll take it, he doesn’t care how depraved it is.

After a week, when his rut is finally over, and he looks like a normal person and not someone who’s just spent half the week fucking his hand he finally reappears in society and finds teary-eyed Mikasa asking around the compound still even a week later, if anyone has seen her precious scarf.

He washes it as best he can until he thinks it no longer smells like him, just generic laundry detergent and soap before dropping it at her front door.

He’s a truly awful person but he can’t help himself.

Mikasa returns home after a long trip up to Ymir’s hideout, tired and hungry. She drops her keys in the bowl next to the door and takes a deep inhale, savouring the smell of her own home and the fact that she doesn’t have to sniff Ymir’s awful scent anymore.

It’s not like there’s anything even wrong with it, Ymir smells nice, her alpha scent is just overwhelming, it gives her migraines after so long without it. Before, she’d built up a tolerance to the smell, but being around it again is a lot.

However, when she inhales, she notices a smell that is decidedly NOT supposed to be in her home.

Eren.

She takes another deep breath, because if given the opportunity she’d spend all day inhaling this particular smell like it’s good coke.

And no, she doesn’t want to talk about how she does coke sometimes, once again she blames Ymir and her weird as fuck pack.

She shudders a little bit as she inhales deeper just to make sure she’s not losing her mind.

But yes, that’s definitely Eren she smells, and he’s definitely been in her house, the mint is too overwhelming to mistake him.

Her head goes a little fuzzy at the idea of him in her home and her wolf rumbles happily at the idea.

No! Bad Mikasa! She can’t have him, he doesn’t want her anymore, she’d lost her chance.

She follows the very appealing smell down her hallway and surprisingly into her room where it lingers the most.

What the fuck had he been doing here?

She looks around to see if anything is misplaced only for her eyes to catch on her bedspread where she’d left her scarf.

Where her scarf is very decidedly not lying anymore.

Her eyes flash red and she has to tamp down her anger at him not only stealing from her, but also her sadness at the fact that he’d taken what he knows is most important to her.

It hurts.

Does he hate her so much?

She knows he’s angry, he’s made that abundantly clear, she understands she’d been an idiot and pushed him away, but she didn’t think he truly hated her. She’d thought they were getting close to becoming at least enemies with benefits with their barbed remarks but apparently not.

It hurts like fuck to learn he not only hates her but apparently will go so far as to take back the one thing he knows she cares about most.

But she’s selfish and she still wants her scarf back, so she plays dumb and cries and asks everyone except him if they’ve seen it, hoping maybe he’ll take pity on her and bring it back.

And then one day, a week later he does.

He drops it on her doorstep when he thinks she’s not home and the second he’s out of her line of sight she’s snatched the warm red fabric from her front door and has it wrapped around her neck.

She takes a long inhale, her nose buried in the scarf and maybe it’s not the worst thing that he stole her scarf. Because now it smells like him again, and isn’t that why she’d loved it so much in the first place?

Her eyes roll back into her head just a little when she discovers a very specific smell intertwined with Eren’s laundry detergent.

Mikasa is an Ackerman and superior to other werewolves in almost every conceivable way. So even though Eren thinks he did a great job covering his tracks, she can smell the heady underlayer of sweat and pheromones that only come with a rut. She struggles to wrap her brain around the possibility of what exactly Eren stole her scarf for, but she can’t let herself think about it or she’ll probably jump him.

So, she pretends it didn’t happen but during her next heat, it’s all she thinks about.

And that’s how Mikasa gains the upper hand in their little game because she knows and Eren doesn’t and well if she can’t have him, the least, she can do is play with him. It’s payback for all the times she’s seen him with Historia over the past few months, she may not understand their weird little relationship but it still pisses her off nonetheless. 

The next time she sees Eren it’s in Erwin’s office as she’s leaving after giving him an update on her duties and Eren is just heading in.

Normally, she’d never say a word, she usually avoids him because she’d wanted to give him space, hoping he might come around on his own. But today, she’s still high off the fact that he stole her scarf to get him through his rut and she feels like calling him out on it. Take that Historia! Clearly, he wasn’t fucking her, it was Mikasa he was thinking about.

“Thanks for returning my scarf Eren.” She tells him as she passes by, her voice sweet as syrup and she watches in amusement as Eren almost trips and faceplants into the ground.

“What?”

“You know, my scarf. I know it was you who returned it you don’t have to be so bashful.”

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly as they mill around the foyer, “No problem, I found it in the auditorium. You must have left it after a meeting.”

“Funny, I thought I’d left it on my bed.”

And then he does something truly adorable, the great Eren Yeager blushes under her scrutiny.

“Nope definitely found it in the auditorium.”

She grins evilly, “Well thanks again Eren.”

He’s about to leave, as she’s sure Levi and Erwin will get impatient with their fraternizing in the hall while they wait when he asks her one more question.

“How did you know I brought it back?”

She smiles at him like the Cheshire cat because she’s got him exactly where she wants him, “I smelled it. I hope you had a good rut Eren.”

She winks at him as she leaves, and the look of shock on his face is so very worth it.

20

It’s her twentieth birthday and things have settled down some, she’s managed to find her place in the world of werewolves finally.

Sort of.

She goes between Ymir and Erwin once a month, but mostly she stays with the Maria pack in a little cabin on the corner of the compound.

She’s not lonely, she’s been reunited with her friends finally. Sasha, Connie, Armin and Jean had alternated cried and cursed her out when she’d first seen them again, but now steadily she spends most of her time with them. And surprisingly Annie too, she sees Annie way more often than she’d ever expected to, but she suspects this has more to do with Armin than anything. She’s practically moved into Mikasa’s spare bedroom and Ymir keeps calling Mikasa to tell her to stop stealing her packmates.

Eren however, is conspicuously absent from most of their hangouts, and it drives her nuts. She barely sees him unless she purposely seeks him out. How is she supposed to make any progress with him if he’s never around?

But she’s almost happy or at least she’s getting there and tonight Eren’s actually here.

He’s at her birthday party that Armin had insisted on throwing for her. Although she’s sure Eren’s presence is due almost entirely to Armin and Historia forcing him here she’ll still call it a win.

It definitely feels like a win right now because he’s sitting next to her, crammed into the corner of the table and he’s so close she can almost taste it. She’s not exactly sure how it happened but at some point, during the night their friends had switched chairs around enough that she ends up next to him while he sits sullenly, half on his phone, half keeping a stern eye on Historia who is drinking up a storm with Ymir.

She doesn’t know what she thought would happen when she finally came back but it’s not this. Not this awkward sexual tension, anger, and silence she doesn’t know what to do with.

Sometimes they’re playful and it feels like old times, the teasing the sexual tension, but other times Eren is just angry, and she doesn’t know what to do with him.

She misses how they were before; she misses being in his lap while he nibbles her ear or pecks her cheek. She can’t believe it, but she misses all his crazy possessive bullshit.
 

She’s only a little drunk, she really can’t be blamed for how desperate she is for him right now because he’s so close and he smells so good, she just wants a bite, just a little taste of his touch. She’s doing everything in her power to force it, her collarbone almost entirely exposed, wrists bare of a watch and her top is sleeveless, showcasing some of Eren’s marks that did leave little scars on her skin, although regretfully there aren’t many, he’d been careful.

She wants him to cave, she really, really wants him to cave in this stupid game they’re playing. She’s using every weakness she can come up with against him, every little soft spot Eren’s ever had for her, she’s playing to her advantage.

Because they can’t be done, not completely, he can’t have moved on from her when he’s still all she can think about even years later.

She tells herself he’s just angry, because anything else will hurt too much, and for her own sanity, she needs him back.

His biggest weakness had always been his crazy possessive tendencies and need to mark her up and she hopes to God nothing has changed.

“You know you should cover those marks up, Mikasa. We wouldn’t want someone to get the wrong idea about us.”

That one fucking hurts. It really hurts.

Her jaw drops.

“I can’t exactly get rid of them, they’re scars.”

He hums in acknowledgement.

“But you can cover them up, just use some concealer, Historia does it all the time.”

The chopsticks she’d been using to eat her sushi snap.

So that’s why the perfect little blonde never has any marks. The feeling of rage bubbling up inside her chest is not something she’s used to, is this how Eren used to feel when guys hit on her all the time? Is this why he loved marking her up so thoroughly, so everyone would know she belonged to him.

She wants to scream as she watches happy little blue-eyed Historia smile and laugh at Ymir’s awful jokes across the table, face blushing pretty pink.

She struggles to form a coherent response and when she finally does, she immediately regrets her words because his reply almost cuts worse, “What do you do then, does the great Eren Yeager use concealer to hide all his marks too?”

“Nah, I only let her mark where others can’t see.”

Mikasa wants to scream, her head is in a fog of anger, and she feels like she’s going to throw herself across the table and commit a brutal murder.

She awkwardly picks up her fork instead to eat her sushi like a savage because she’s not asking to borrow anyone else’s chopsticks. She resists the urge to hurl her fork across the table and hit Historia right in the eye.

She’s practically vibrating in her seat; her wolf is going crazy for a variety of reasons. Firstly, because Eren is hers and the very idea that someone else has touched him sends her into a rage that rivals the fires of hell. Secondly, that she is the closest to Eren she’s been in a year. Every so often he’ll move, and his elbow will brush her arm and she has to resist the urge to prolong contact. He smells heavenly next to her, and it brings a rush to her head that just barely quells her jealous rage.

Eren himself, however, ignites her rage yet again a few seconds later when he opens his stupid mouth again, “But like I said, you should consider covering those up, I’m not sure what kind of guys you’re into these days Mikasa but even omegas don’t like used goods.”

Before she can stop herself, her drunk brain snaps right back, “I only fuck alphas, omegas are beneath me.”

Eren chokes on his drink and at least there’s that right, she made some kind of impression on him.

Now he’s eyeing her up curiously, an eyebrow arched like he’s interested and of course that’s what gets his attention, an amused grin on his face, “And how’s that working out for you Miki?”

And damn there is the nickname she’s missed; he’s killing her, and he doesn’t even realize it.

She finishes off the rest of her drink, grimacing as the taste of melted peach and alcohol hit her, she should have finished it before the slush melted.

“Great.” She lies through her teeth, and she knows Eren can tell, he’s a master at reading her, whether he can sense her emotions or not and his smug smile proves it.

“Shut up.” She hits him lightly, and he tries to hide his face in his drink but she can see his eyes twinkle, evidently pleased.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking it.”

“Maybe.”

“Asshole.”

They relapse into silence as Eren watches their friends interact, Mikasa, leaning further back into the booth and choosing to admire him instead.

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and she can see the veins in his arms move whenever he brings his drink up to his lips and oh god why had she ever left this? Why had she wanted to get away?

Oh right, so she could ‘find herself’. How ridiculous, how dumb, how could she leave him behind?

She watches in rapture as Eren finishes his drink but instead of pushing it out of the way like a normal person, he begins chewing on the straw. Pretty white teeth catch the green straw between his jaw before his canines bite down and it’s weird that his oral fixation has now become hers.

It’s definitely a werewolf thing and she knows it but it’s also an Eren thing and she misses it so fucking much.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He says without looking at her, still gnawing on his straw like it’s a chew toy.

“Bite me.”

She says it as a comeback, her drunk brain thinking it’s brilliant but also that’s exactly what she wants, and Eren knows it.

His eyes flicker to her briefly, “I thought you hated it when I did that.”

“Who told you that?” She’s a little offended at the thought, he was a little annoying at times, but she never hated it. On the contrary, the rush of endorphins usually made her exceptionally happy with him.

“No one, I assumed it just went hand in hand with the whole I don’t love you thing.”

“Eren, that’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Sure, as hell sounded like it.”

She almost says more but she sighs, she’s drunk, he’s a little tipsy and at a table in front of their friends is really not the place to bare her soul to him and have this argument.

“This isn’t the place for this, but I didn’t hate it.”

She holds out her wrist as an offering, right in front of his face, free for his teeth to bite down on.

“Do it right now if you don’t believe me. I won’t complain.”

He looks at her like she’s nuts and maybe she is but she’s very drunk and she really wants the rush of endorphins that come when he bites down on her.

“It can be a friend bite.”

“Pretty sure those don’t exist Miks.”

He says her nickname softly and for once it’s without venom and it makes her all the more determined and she pushes her wrist closer to his face, insistent.

He grabs her hand and pulls her wrist to his mouth and she waits for the rush of pleasure/pain that’s supposed to follow, closing her eyes.

Only it never comes because Eren leaves a soft kiss on her wrist instead and her eyes fly open at the sensation.

“I only bite what belongs to me Mikasa and evidently, you don’t anymore.”

“I never belonged to you.” She tells him harshly, her instincts displeased with the idea that anyone could ever own her.

“Maybe that’s the problem, you owned me heart and soul, but I think everything about you was just a loan.”

“Eren.” She starts, she needs to apologize, she needs to get the words out but it’s so very hard for her to eat her pride these days.  

“Save it, Mikasa. It’s over, you’ve made that abundantly clear, I don’t know why you keep trying to rehash it.”

It’s not over. It can’t be over.

He leaves, dropping a kiss on Historia’s head and telling Ymir to make sure she gets home okay before he exits the bar through the back, towards the alleyway and Mikasa won’t let him go.

He doesn’t get the last word, not on her birthday.

She makes up some bullshit excuse about going to the bathroom and follows after him as quick as she can, hoping to catch him before he leaves.

She gets to him just before he’s about to turn and disappear into the forest and he barely turns around when he senses her.

“Eren please, we have to talk about this.”

His eyes are cold, the playful twinkle to them gone.

“Mikasa there’s nothing to talk about. We’re friends that’s it.”

He’s so angry but she confronts him anyway, “We’re barely even friends! You don’t even look at me anymore Eren we have to get past this, I need us to get past this.”

“What us Mikasa?” He blows up, “There’s no us, there never was, it was all a lie.”

He looks so broken as he says it and it hurts her too, “Eren you know that’s not true, I love you, I just, I wasn’t sure if I was in love with you, if I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. You can understand that right?”

“No! No, I can’t because I knew, I fucking knew and then you just ripped the rug out from under me.”

“Eren, you can’t fault me for not knowing, I did what I thought was best, it’s not my fault I wasn’t in love with you, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

She’s angry now, it’s not her fault, did he expect her to love him, they were eighteen, too young to know any better, it’s not fair to put that on her.

This is the final straw and Eren cracks wide open, “Why are we even arguing, even now you can’t see what you did wrong.” He says more to himself, looking so very broken.

“Well, what the hell would you have had me do Eren? Did you want us to mate and then have me regret it for the rest of my life, werewolves don’t exactly do divorce Eren, it’s a lifetime thing!”

He lets out a broken laugh.

“I would have had you tell me, Mikasa! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I would have run away with you, fuck we didn’t have to have it all figured out, hell even if you wanted someone else, I would have supported you. I never would have pushed it; you could have talked to me.”

He says the last part softly, running his hands through his hair, looking stressed. He’s right, he’s so very right and she’s such an asshole, she’d been a coward, afraid to tell him. She didn’t want to see the look on his face when she broke his heart, so she’d done it in a letter instead.

He looks up at her, tears in his eyes, smile half sad, “We were best friends first Mikasa, you should have told me.”

“I’m sorry.” She says softly, finally getting her apology out where it belongs.

“I was dumb, and I was running away, and I was so tired of all the pressure to be with you, I didn’t even think about how you would feel. I’m sorry Eren, I’m so, so sorry.”

He sighs, pushing his hands through his hair, his bun dishevelled.

“It’s okay Mikasa, I forgive you. I should have been more considerate of you too, I didn’t even stop to ask if you wanted to be with me. It’s my fault too.”

And of course, it’s just like Eren to forgive her, even after years of being rightfully angry, he’s still soft on her. Anyone else would be cut off for good and she knows it, she’s seen him cut relationships for much less but with her, all he’d needed was an apology and it makes her feel that much worse.

She promptly bursts into hysterical tears and even though they were yelling not five minutes ago Eren goes to her just like he always has, “No Miki it’s okay, don’t cry, baby why are you crying?”

The ‘baby’ just slips out and he hasn’t called her that in so long, she misses it.

“I’m—I’m so sorry Eren.”

“It’s okay it’s all over now.”

“I missed you so much.” She tells him honestly through her tears.

“I missed you too Mika.”

Eren chuckles above her in relief, and she can feel it vibrate through his chest and holds her like that for a while before he finally pulls away a little to look down at her softly.

“Eren what about us?”

His previously happy face closes off like a wall, his eyes turning stony, “Mikasa there is no ‘us’.”

He pulls away from their hug and the cold seeps into her, freezing her to the core.

“But Eren what if it’s possible—”

He cuts her off, “Mikasa, do you love me?”

“I don’t know.” She answers honestly because she still doesn’t know, even years later, untangling her feelings for him is a complicated task and not one she’s ever been so sure of, but she knows she wants him at the very least, fuck does she ever want him. But she doesn't know if they should mate just yet, there are too many things complicating the question, too many other variables for her to consider before she just says yes. 

A hand comes up to cup her cheek softly, stroking the bags under her eye, “Mika I can’t do it again okay. I know you’re sorry, but you don’t how much that messed me up, Mikasa.”

“We can’t even try?” She asks weakly, she just wants the chance, she wants to figure out if her feelings are real and she can’t do that without being with him at least.

“I’m sorry Miki, if it goes bad, I don’t think I’ll survive it again.”

He sighs as he catches her sad expression and he gives her a soft kiss to her forehead before he bypasses her, “Happy birthday Mikasa.”

He leaves and she feels soft tears fall down her cheeks as she watches him go.

But whatever, fuck it, it’s her party and she’ll cry if she wants to.

21

Heats and ruts are weird, they come and go as they please, usually amounting to about twice or three times a year, sometimes less, sometimes more. Not often but not infrequent either, just enough to be an inconvenience.

And for Mikasa, it’s a big inconvenience.

To this day, she’s never been within one hundred feet of Eren when she’s in heat. She doesn’t even know why, it’s been forever now since she’s been back and it’s not like he’d care, they’re both alphas. She’s most certainly not some sweet omega girl like Historia who could trigger his own rut with just the powerful scent of her pheromones.

It’s a ridiculous superstition she has. She supposes it might even be a stupid dream, that maybe they’re fated mates or something and the second he smells her at her most fertile he’ll lose his mind and go feral.

The chances of this are most definitely zero and yet still she avoids him.

So when, she feels the tell-tale signs that her heat is upon her, she gets the fuck out of the pack meeting like her life depends on it. Everyone is giving her dirty looks as she scoots out of the large room awkwardly, leaving apologies in her wake, including Eren who watches her with eyes a little too curious for her liking.

She doesn’t even bother walking home, she turns, ripping apart her clothes as soon as she’s out the door and runs home. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near him.

She arrives at her cabin on the outskirts of the compound quickly, and she feels a little refreshed, she’d needed a run to clear her mind before her heat officially begins.

She walks naked into her house and proceeds to shut and lock every door and window she owns to stifle her smell before she decides to run herself a nice bath.

Her skin is already hot and itchy, and she knows it’s going to be an awful week. Her heats seem to only get worse with every year she doesn’t take a mate and it’s slowly killing her. Twenty-one, from a pack of constantly horny werewolves and she’s still a virgin, she really defies the odds.

She sinks into her bath gratefully, at least she’d gotten away from Eren before it had officially begun. It’s always the worst the first day it hits her, her urges to sexually sate herself the greatest and her scent the strongest.

Mikasa has heats every few months and if he was her fated one, he would know by now. Everyone always knows for sure when their mate first goes into heat, it’s described as impossible to resist your partner, you can’t think, you can’t speak, a slave to your instincts.

So, if he was Mikasa’s mate, her fated one he’d know, right? They’ve been packmates for long enough now that he should have been around her for at least one, right?

Eren is so very, very wrong and he finds out when he goes to Mikasa’s house after the pack meeting. His mother had told him she had some cookies to drop off and Eren had volunteered for the position eagerly, he’d been curious why she’d left the meeting so abruptly. 

The second he gets within 100 metres of her little cabin at the edge of the compound he smells it and Mikasa’s beloved scent blockers finally fail her. Lavender, soap, and chocolate, it’s all-encompassing and Eren drops his mother's precious cookies. It overwhelms him so thoroughly he’s stopped in his tracks and holy fuck is this what mating is supposed to feel like because he can barely move.

His mind is just screaming at him to take what’s his and to take it now before someone else does.

Take, take, take.

Own her, please her, breed her.

He can barely think, his feet walking one in front of the other before he bangs on the door violently, he’s honestly shocked he doesn’t just rip it off its hinges. There are soft footsteps as she approaches the door, and he can practically feel her presence on the other side. 

“I’m not home.” Her pretty voice calls out and it’s a balm to his stress, he relaxes a bit as he hears her, but his urgency does not lessen.

“Mikasa open the door.”

“I’m in the bath, sorry. Come back later, actually don’t, you can just call. Yeah, call me back later.” She speaks through the door, her voice breathy and her scent is getting stronger, overwhelming his nose, he’s rock hard, tenting his cargo pants as he thinks about her naked behind the door right now.

“Open the fucking door, Mikasa.”

This time there’s no response save for a soft whimper, and he hears a thunk as her head hits the door and he can imagine exactly what she looks like right now, pliant and soft leaned up against the door.

“Eren please, come back later.”

“Miki we both know why I can’t do that.” He tries his best to calm himself down, he can’t break down the door, he can’t, he can’t.

“Eren you can’t come inside, something will happen.”

“I know exactly what’s going to happen, Miki, I’m going to finally fuck you like you need and I’m going to take care of you baby.”

She lets out a soft little whine and his hand tightens on the metal door handle, bending it brutally.

“Eren we can’t.” She’s actually sobbing now and normally, if he wasn’t so turned on and mind hazy with only her he might comply. But she’s his and she needs him right now, her body demands it, whether her mind accepts it or not.

“Mikasa.” His growl is downright feral, and he infuses as much alpha command into it as possible.

He’s a dumbass though because Mikasa responds right back, voice still high pitched and needy but this time with just the same tone of command and a little annoyed, “Eren.”

Oh right, she’s also an alpha and his commands don’t affect her a whole lot, he’s probably irritated her more than anything. He tries another tactic, one aimed more at Mikasa and what little affection she must have left for him rather than her werewolf instincts.

“Miki please, baby I’m dying, I need you.”

Finally, she opens the door, tears running down her pretty face and big doe eyes peeking up at him through long lashes. She’s wearing a pathetic little scrap of fabric that must be a robe and her skin is still dewy from the bath, how can she expect him to resist?

“Eren please, we have to talk—” She cuts herself off as he grabs her hand, and she shudders at just the touch.

“We’re not talking about anything.”

And that’s the last thing he says before he finally kisses her like she needs, and she sighs in relief.

Finally.

Their kiss is everything like fireworks going off inside his own head, and he feels alive for the first time in so long. His existence for the past few years has been a blur of ruts, work, missing his girl and catching glimpses of her when he can, he honestly doesn’t even remember what he did for his birthday if anything at all? Hell, when was the last time he hung out with Armin?

He’s been dragging himself through life half asleep and it’s like he finally woke up and everything is clear now.

Kissing Mikasa finally is like coming home and he crushes her small form to his chest that much harder. Now that he’s had a taste, he’s never letting her go.

His hands travel down to her pert bottom, the one he always admires whenever she wears jeans, and he squeezes the round globes greedily. His mind can only compute Mikasa, Mikasa, Mikasa. He grinds her aggressively into his front and she lets out a little moan as she feels the hard bulge of his cock. She pulls back from him, and he finally gets a look into those grey eyes of hers and he doesn’t like what he finds.

She still looks like she’s going to protest, like she’s going to deny him again based on the stupid stereotype that alphas can’t and shouldn’t mate each other. The thought incenses him and a deep angry rumble leaves his throat at the very idea that she could leave him now. She looks up at him and her head ducks a little, a sign of submission and he’s almost pleased with that, ready to let it go but then she opens her pretty little mouth and his fury takes hold all over again.

“Eren we can’t—you should really go. Just—” She lets out a cry as he picks her up by the backs of her thighs and promptly crushes her against the wall, her head knocking back a little but he doesn’t care, if she’s going to be a brat and suggest this, she’s going to be punished.

His lips find her neck and unfortunately for Mikasa, her robe is covering his favoured spot on her body. There is an angry tearing sound as Eren rips the fabric away from her with his teeth before finally the pale expanse of milky white skin is exposed, her collarbones so delicate and the curve of her neck so pretty. She’s flawless.

Too bad she won’t stay that way and just as Mikasa is about to speak again his mouth is finally on her shoulder, teeth scraping gently at the skin.

She does a little shudder, her hands coming up involuntarily to grip at his hair and he doesn’t know whether it’s to push him away or pull him closer.

“Eren—we can’t, you have to leave. We can’t do this; I’m not meant for you—”

Not meant for him? Ridiculous.

As if, she’s not grinding herself down into his thigh.

As if the subtle tilt of her head to give him better access doesn’t give her need away.

As if he can’t smell her arousal, like he doesn’t know she’s probably soaked through her panties with how overwhelming the heady scent is.

His foolish girl, for someone so smart she sure is dumb sometimes.

He goes in for the kill, his mouth watering as he hovers just above her scent gland, ready to mark her up for good and fuck does she ever smell good. Chocolate and lavender and his head is swimming with nothing but the need to claim her, because she smells so fucking good and what if someone else were to walk by right now? He restrains another growl at the thought, she is his and he needs to mark her as such and then mix his scent with hers permanently.

“Eren!”

And for a brief moment, her voice forces Eren into lucidity and he knows he needs to ask, to get the words out because the last time he’d thought she loved him had turned out to be total bullshit, so he gives her one chance.

“Mikasa I’m only going to say this once so pay attention. Do you love me?”

“Eren, I don’t know, there’s other stuff to consider, I think—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Mikasa.”

“Eren we can’t you’re with Historia and—” He lets her down gently, dropping her thighs and settling her onto the floor because she’s giving him too many excuses and he knows what that leads to. It's the same as what happened on her birthday, he doesn't know why he ever gets his hopes up, why he'd think anything had changed.

Even being fated, she still doesn't know and it hurts. 

They’re fated, he can feel it, the need to be with her is driving him insane, but still, she doesn’t love him.

He turns to leave, to try and get himself under control, fingernails pressed so tight into his palms they bleed.

How can she be so calm he doesn’t understand?

“Eren stop!”

He keeps walking, he can’t turn around or he’ll give in.

“I love you.” She says it brokenly like she’s given up on trying to pretend she doesn’t, and it takes a second for him to realize what she’s just said. When he does, he’s finally satisfied, the girl he’s loved since he was a kid finally loves him back and this time it’s for real, not just his imagination.

He turns and she’s still leaned up against the wall, robe falling down her shoulder and the curves of her breast exposed and all her pretty skin on display.

He takes one step, but she holds her hand out to stop him and he almost curses as the other comes up to cover herself with what little is left of her robe, hiding the lovely shapes of her breasts beneath the stingy fabric.

“Wait it doesn’t matter, you’re with Historia, I’m not a homewrecker Eren.”

Stay calm Eren, don’t jump her, don’t jump her, don’t jump her.

“For someone so smart you’re not very bright are you Miki?”

He takes another step because how can he not, she’s so pretty standing there curled protectively against the wall like he’s a predator and she’s his prey. And well maybe that’s exactly what’s happening here as he takes yet another step and she moves back, huddling further into the wall.

“What do you mean? You’re dating Historia, there’s not much else to understand Eren.”

He inches closer and they’re at the end of the hall now, suspiciously close to the staircase that he knows leads up to her bedroom.

How does he know that? Oh, right because he’d broken in that one time, he’s such a great guy.

Mikasa’s back foot is now resting on the staircase, and she looks poised to run as they stare each other down.

He almost hopes she does, the chase is so much more fun that way.

“I haven’t marked her and we’ve never so much as kissed, I’m not with Historia.”

“But you held hands!” Her logic is a little lacking, but Eren resists the urge to tell her that because she’s very obviously losing her senses just a little bit, her eyes darting back and forth between him and her possible exit up the stairs.

“Miki, think baby. Why would I be with Historia.”

“She’s an omega.”

He sighs deeply maybe he will have to spell this out for her, “No.”

Her eyebrows furrow adorably, and she bites her lip as she tries her best to think, but her pupils are huge and her breaths are coming quick, the first day of heats are always the worst and he knows he’s hitting her at prime time right now. Hell, he’s barely holding himself back enough to have this conversation.

Mikasa very daintily moves her other foot up so she’s now standing on the first step of the staircase, and she thinks she’s being sneaky, he knows it, but he notices, he notices everything.

She’s probably going to try and lock herself in her bedroom if he had to guess.

He’ll give her a head start by a few seconds if he’s feeling charitable, see how long it takes to pin her to her bed and strip her down.

“Mikasa, she’s with Ymir, she just uses me to appease her parents until she can safely leave the pack.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

And for a moment it's quiet as they both look at each other, her now halfway up the second stair, him a few paces away in the hall. They’re both breathing hard, struggling not to just go at each other, but still, Mikasa is fighting him. Clearly, she wants him, but apparently, it’ll be on her terms.

He can’t have that he wants her now.

Then in one quick movement, she’s turned and she’s taking the stairs two by two, gone in a flash and maybe he can’t give her that head start.

“Mikasa!”

Her name is a command and anyone else it would stop in their tracks at his words, but she only pauses at the top of the staircase as he makes it halfway up.

“Eren we can talk about this after my heat is over.”

“No can-do Miki.”

“Why not?” she asks a little desperately, her knuckles turning white as she clutches the railing.

“Because I’ll be damned if you go through another one alone and unsatisfied.”

He takes a chance, pointing out how lonely she’ll be but it does exactly what he thought it would, she bites down on her soft lower lip savagely and she’s shaking just a little bit.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Miks cut the shit. You need me and you know it.” His voice comes out more savage than he’d meant but his self-control is cracking as he watches her pupils dilate and she gets needier by the second.

“It’s fine I have my vibrator, don’t worry about it.”

Eren chooses not to comment on that particular tidbit of information, no matter how crazy it drives him. But he does vow to find the stupid little electronic device and dispose of it immediately.

“Won’t be the same.”

“Shut up!”

He takes another step up the stairs and she doesn’t move as she watches him, he’s got her right where he wants her, she’s going to give in.

And once he’s caught her, well then, then he can do whatever he wants.

“They won’t fill you like I will baby.”

“Eren, go.”

“No.”

“I know you want it, Mikasa, even though you’re an alpha your body’s demanding it, your vibrator isn’t gonna cut it this time sweetheart.”

Her breath hitches at his words and that’s the last straw because he makes it up the stairs in two strides and she just barely escapes him but not for long.

He catches her around the waist just as she opens her bedroom door, pulling her back into his chest with more force than he probably needs, the door slamming shut violently with a bang. He takes the opportunity to contain her while he still can, before she tries to run again.

He’s got her trapped up against the door of her bedroom and he grins arrogantly, restraining her wrists in his grip easily while he pins her with his hips, pressing his erection into her firmly.

He grabs her chin with his free hand, grinning while she frowns up at him.

“Caught you.”

“Eren, let me go, I don’t want you.” She protests but her voice is weak, and her legs have locked around his waist.

“Liar.” He breathes into her ear and it’s the last thing he does coherently before his lips find her neck, the soft part that he wants to bite so desperately.

His teeth bite down on the most sensitive part of her neck, and she lets out a high-pitched whine at the feeling. His sharp incisors bite through skin and muscle and he knows that despite the pleasure of finally being claimed it must hurt a little, but he doesn’t care, he bites down a little harder. She deserves a little bit of pain for thinking this way for so long, for believing she could escape him.

He wants his mark deep and to scar noticeably, he wants the entire world to know exactly who she belongs to, alpha or not it doesn’t matter. Mikasa Ackerman belongs to him.

He doesn’t give a shit if she’s an alpha or not, she belongs to him regardless.

Her eyes close at the sensation and his green ones look up to observe her as he finally pulls his mouth away to lick at the wound. It’s bleeding a bit but it’s already healing well, the skin knitting itself back together quickly and he can already see the scar beginning to take shape.

Her body is racked with little shudders every time his tongue finds the mark and he grins deviously, oh he’s going to have fun with this.

He’s only heard about how sensitive mating marks get but if Mikasa’s reactions are anything to go by it’s about a hundred times worse than what he expected.

He drops one last kiss there as it finally finishes healing and for a moment his instincts are gratified.

Her eyes open as he pulls away to look at her and they’re a little teary as she watches him.

“You can’t undo that.”

“I know.”

It could have been a sweet moment; he could have told her how much he loved her. It’s what he was planning on doing but then she just had to ruin it by triggering his psychotic alpha urges.

“Eren you shouldn’t have done that. You can’t take it back, I’ll have to cover it up.”

Cover it up?

Eren does not react well to that idea at all.

She still looks so confused and it sends him into a tailspin all over again because he needs her to understand how much he loves her, how much he cares, that she’s like a part of him and being without her is like losing a limb.

His wolf screams that she still doesn’t understand and that he has to teach her, she must understand, she must be submissive, and he derives sick satisfaction subduing her.

Mikasa doesn’t really understand what’s going on, one moment she’d been taking a bath, she’d been about to whip her vibrator out too. Her heat had finally hit, and it had hit hard. She’d felt hot and her core tingly, her womb begging to be filled and she’d known she wasn’t going to get through this one with just her fingers.

She’d settled herself in the bath, her purple vibrator she’d modelled suspiciously after what she thought Eren’s dick would feel like sat nearby and candles lit.

Then she’d heard a bang at her door and of course, she’d gotten up to go and ward off whoever had the audacity to interrupt her.

She’d put a robe on and made it halfway down the hall before mint and pine hit her and her head had started swimming. She’s never been so close to him during her heat before, and it was making it so much worse. Her body although alpha, still cried out for a knot, she wanted to be filled, stuffed so full of cock she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

And Eren was who she wanted to do that with.

How she ends up pressed against the wall with a mating mark, she’s not entirely sure, she suspects it's something to do with the fact that they are most definitely fated mates. The way he reacts and this need for him, this throbbing in her core she can't get rid of proves it. There is no other explanation. 

She is his and he is hers and fuck whatever bullshit traditions there are. 

Mikasa doesn’t really know what she expects to happen when she collapses into sobs after Eren finishes marking her, but's it’s not Eren going absolutely feral, that’s for damn sure.

It’s like she flicks a switch in his alpha psyche and those pretty green eyes she loves light with fire, and he becomes very displeased very fast.

“You ran away from me Mikasa.” His voice is inhuman, angry and possessive.

“What if something had happened to you? What if someone else had marked you before I did, what would I have done?”

She refrains from telling him about the many men she’d tried to have that very activity occur with and turns her face away, but Eren must see it because his hold on her tightens.

“Oh, baby you tried didn’t you.” His voice is now soft, a jarring juxtaposition to the inhuman growl it was seconds ago.

She refuses to answer, pursing her mouth closed, keeping it locked tight. Eren grabs her chin and pulls her to face him, her wide grey eyes staring into his own angry viridian ones.

“Answer me Mikasa.”

She still refuses, he can try all he wants but she’s not going to confess to her sins, he’ll only get angrier.

His thumb strokes her round bottom lip softly and she forces herself to keep her mouth close and not wrap around his finger like she wants.

 “Open,” he says and it’s more of a command than a statement, but she holds her ground, keeping her mouth shut tightly.

Strong fingers cup her throat and suddenly he’s choking her, just a little, not enough to hurt but enough to restrict her airway and force her mouth open just a bit as she gasps at the unexpected sensation.

“Good girl, now answer me.”

When she doesn’t immediately speak his hold on her throat tightens just a little more and finally, she gives up choking out, “Yes, I tried, but I wasn’t interested in any of them I promise, I only thought of you. I couldn’t go through with it.”

His face is still stony with displeasure, but his brow is a little less furrowed at her confession and his hold on her loosens.

“No marks?” Is all he asks, and she shakes her head vehemently. He bites his lip like he doesn’t entirely believe her and turns her chin from side to side to examine the full length of her neck.

He nods to himself when he finds nothing and then he’s kissing down her throat and tonguing at her new mark softly and it’s still so sensitive, she can barely keep her eyes open at the sensation. He kisses his way back up to her face, before his lips find hers again and she moans into his mouth as his hands squeeze at her thighs before he hauls her up into his arms. Suddenly he’s opening the door behind her, and they fall rather ungracefully into the bedroom, but Eren does not care, his sense of urgency to fuck her outweighing any care for the state of her bedroom.

He drops her on the bed like she weighs nothing, his grin feral and she can see his canines glint in the light from her window and he really does look like a werewolf in that moment, his eyes glowing a supernatural green.

“Now strip Miki.”

She obeys, there’s nothing else for her to do, her mind and body completely under his control. Her body is singing just under his touch, a balm to the ache brought on by her heat.

He takes his own seat on the bed, leaning back into her mess of pillows and just watches her as she struggles with her robe, shoes kicked off and laying languidly across the mattress.

The robe is difficult to get off for some reason and she doesn’t even understand why, it’s barely covering her modesty now, the curves of her breasts exposed but for the life of her, she cannot undo the knot at her waist the keeps it from falling apart completely.

After a minute or so of her struggles, she breaks into frustrated little sobs because she wants him and this is embarrassing and demeaning and she’s an alpha, she’s supposed to have the upper hand here.

And she wants him so fucking much, her entire body is hot and every time he touches her she’s racked with shivers, the need is more intense than she’s ever felt it before and if Eren leaves her after this she’ll be the one who’s messed up for life because she’ll never be able to survive another head alone again.

“Come here, my love.”

And it’s so soft, she wonders where the angry wolf she’d seen not five minutes ago has gone. She looks up softly and he’s still there, his eyes still glowing that inhuman green but he’s stopping himself for her, he’s taking care of her like a good alpha would and she melts.  

Eren takes pity on her, bringing himself to the edge of the bed to sit, tugging her between his legs by the very belt she can’t get undone, her robe practically gaping open, breasts hanging freely right in front of him. He gives her sternum a little kiss, right in the centre of her breasts before he leans his forehead there and looks down, beginning his work on undoing the knot.

Her hands come up to thread through his hair as she tries to calm herself down with deep breaths, but he’s so close and she’s soaked through her panties, she’s so wet Eren can most definitely smell it.

Eren doesn’t bother undoing the knot, simply rips it apart as if it were nothing before, he pushes the black silky fabric away from her form, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

He pulls back a bit to look at her, to see the whole picture of how pretty she is when she needs him.

Her face is flushed, heart rate up, her breaths coming in quick gasps, her chest heaving prettily with every quick intake, she makes a pretty sight for a possessive werewolf.

 
Her underwear are so wet they cling to her pussy lewdly and a slow smirk crawls up Eren’s handsome face.

“Ren, I want your knot.” Her eyes are far more focused on the thick length tenting his pants than anything else.

“Hmmm not yet baby, only good girls get that, and you have not been a good girl have you, Mikasa?”

His words for her eyes away from his impressive outline and up to his face, her brain fuzzy with need and Eren, Eren, Eren.

She lets out a little whine when she realizes he’s going to follow through on that and she pouts, she hadn’t done anything that bad and she tells him so.

“’m sorry Ren but please, I need you. I just- I just left for a little bit, I didn’t do anything else I promise.”

Her words are desperate as the heat in her belly works her up more and more, her instincts taking hold, she wants to be taken and she wants it now. She has a mark on her neck but it’s not enough.

Eren observes her from his place on her bed and he hums, “Mika you ran away from me twice today, and you wouldn’t let me inside your house love. You would have spent your heat by yourself, you would have deprived me of you for another few months.”

His hands come up to trace her thighs and she lets out a little cry, shaking her head vehemently, no that’s not what she wanted. She just wanted to talk about it, she didn’t mean to reject him.

“I just wanted to talk—I.”

“Shh, Mika you’ll get my knot when I give it to you and no sooner than that, so be a good girl now and just let me play with you, okay baby?”

She nods miserably, resigned to the fact that she won’t get what she wants right now, she’s been a bad girl, it’s what she deserves. Eren soothes her expression as his fingers inch closer and closer to her aching cunt, tracing her lips through the drenched fabric of her panties.

He drops to his knees in front of her, one hand coming to cradle the backs of her thighs to keep her in place while his other sets to work removing the sodden fabric plastered to her. When her panties pull away, they’re connected to her by a long line of slick and Eren’s eyes darken as he watches her.

“You’re so damn pretty everywhere Miki, so soft and pink.”

He kisses her cunt just the same way he does her lips, with soft pecks to her clit before his tongue darts out to trace along the seam of her pussy

He laps at her like a man starved and she lets out little whimpers as his tongue lashes at her clit while his hands grip her thighs.

She struggles to keep herself standing as Eren tortures her with his mouth, she threads her fingers through his hair just to keep herself grounded.

His tongue finds its way inside her, and she lets out a little moan as his nose presses against her clit harshly while her sucks her juices up, driving her closer to her edge.

Her legs give out a little and Eren just barely catches her, holding her up by her thighs. He pulls back a bit to look up at her, lips glazed with her essence and eyes lustful.

“Keep standing baby, come on you can do it.”

She nods brokenly and Eren dives right back in, this time nibbling just a little bit at her clit and humming words of praise to her, the longer she keeps herself up, legs quaking at the effort, “Good girl Mikasa, you’re doing so well baby.”

And just like that she finally shatters, it’s so easy when she’s in heat, just his touch sends sparks shooting up her skin, his tongue inside of her making it easy to come.

She collapses into him, her legs giving out but Eren catches her easily, hands coming up to hold the fleshy globes of her ass and her face finding its way into his neck.

She’s satisfied for a moment but still her body wants more, something larger.   

Her cunt clenches, catching on nothing and she lets out a frustrated whimper

“Ren, I want more, please.” She murmurs into his collar.

“You were a good girl weren’t you Miki?”

“Yes!” She tells him, pulling back to look at his face earnestly, she was, she did her best, she needs it.

“So needy.” He hums and normally she’d probably yell at him about it but it’s true she’s aching for his cock, it’s all she can think about.

She’s never had a knot and she wants his, she wants it so very, very badly. It’s all they need to finish off the bond, sweet penetration.

He sits them down on her bed, stretching out against the headboard, placing her on his lap. Her eyes dart down to his lap, where she can just make out the thick impression of his dick and she feels like an addict, twitchy with the need for him, he’s all she can focus on.  

Her hands slink up his cargo pants, edging ever closer to what she wants, pawing at the bulge in his pants impatiently, she looks up at him, eyes full of desire and finally Eren caves.

“Lean back baby.”

She does so without question, her mind has moved entirely into obey Eren mode, her body demands it.

Eren pulls off his t-shirt and his cargo pants follow until he’s in nothing but his boxers and her mouth waters as she stares at his impressive bulge, she lets out a soft mewl as she waits patiently. When he finally releases his hard cock from its confines her jaw drops because there’s no fucking way that is going inside of her.

It’s thick and girthy, veins running along the underside of his shaft as it bobs up towards his abs and she bites her lip as she watches him. One hand comes up stroke up and down slowly, his thumb fingering the pink mushroom head and despite his intimidating size she still wants him.

It might be difficult but fuck yes she’s taking him.

She moves to straddle him and Eren grins up at her devilishly as she seats herself on his thighs, her slick making a mess of his legs.

Then Eren takes the lead and honestly, she’s surprised he’s letting her be on top at all but if the feral look coming back into his eyes is anything to go by it won’t be for very long. His hands grab her roughly by the plush of her ass, his fingers leaving red imprints there while his mouth finds her breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth as he positions her over his cock.

He laves her breast a bit a bit, tongue curling around her soft bud while she twists in anticipation, but Eren takes his sweet time. The head of his cock bumps her clit and she lets out a soft little sigh, she’s so close it’s finally going to happen, but he just holds her there above his cock. She lets out a little whine as she waits and Eren plays with the supple rounds of her breasts, burying his face in them and kissing where he feels like.

“Eren.” She says impatiently, trying to push herself down, she’s so close.

Green eyes look up at her and he rests his chin on her chest, grinning before he pulls back and then suddenly without warning she’s impaled down on his cock.

For a few seconds Mikasa can barely think as she struggles to take him, letting out a choked sound and gasping, the air knocked out of her as he hits her cervix.

Her walls can barely accommodate his huge girth, clamping down around him, she has to bury her face into his shoulder, she almost bites but she stops herself. Eren won’t be happy with her if she bites without permission, and she knows it. But she wants to so very bad, her gums aching with the desire, he’s already marked her, she should be able to mark him too.

“Good girl baby, you took me all at once, I’m so proud of you love.”

She nods into his shoulder, still unable to get words out at how full she feels, she’s stretched so wide to take him, the veins of his cock rubbing so nicely against her walls.

He pulls her up and off of him just the slightest bit before dropping her back down barely an inch and she yelps softly, clinging to him for dear life, legs clamping down around his thighs.

“You need a second Mika?”

She nods into him again and Eren hums in agreement, large hands ghosting along her spine, stroking softly.

She’s slowly settling down, the sensation of having him inside her no longer so overwhelming, it just feels so unbearably good, she’s so full it's unbelievable and she can feel every hard ridge of his cock along her gummy walls.

“Mark me.” Eren tells her just as she’s about to start moving herself.

“What?”

“You want to don’t you? Your alpha instincts are screaming at you to do it, if you don’t someone else might just try and seduce me.”

He’s right, she just wants a bite, it would help her so much, she’d feel so much better if she could just mark him. And he’s not wrong either, what if someone tries to take him from her?

The very idea stresses her out extremely and she bites down savagely on her lip as she considers the idea.

“Come here then Miki, bite right on my neck so everyone can see love.”

The neck is a place uncommon to bite, especially for an alpha. It’s right on the scent gland so it feels incredible but it’s also a bit taboo to bite an alpha there because it’s a sign of submission to someone, even if it is only your own mate.

But he wants it there, he wants everyone to know he is hers just as much as she is his, it pleases her to know he wants it right there.

He tilts his neck to the side, his skin tingly as he exposes his most vulnerable spot and Mikasa’s eyes are hazy with lust and the pure need to claim what is hers.

When she bites, they both moan because it should have happened long ago and it feels amazing. Its pleasure and pain as her teeth sink into the muscle where his neck meets his shoulder, drawing blood before she pulls back to carefully lick up the red drops trickling down his chest, healing the wound.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Are the first words out of her mouth because of course they are.

“How did it feel when I bit you?”

She blushes a vibrant pink colour and he grins.

“Answer the question.”

“It felt good.”

“It felt the same way for me love.”

“You good now baby, if you can’t take it just bite down.”

“I can take it.”

Eren laughs, “Alright Miki.” And then he pulls her all the way off and slams her right back down and she lets out a loud moan, his tip kissing her cervix every time he thrusts back inside.

She lets out a little sigh of relief as he enters her again and they finally catch their rhythm, and everything is at it should be.

Eren starts a brutal pace so fast she can barely catch up as she’s repeatedly dropped on his dick, every time she tries to help his hands tighten around her ass because she only slows him down. She can do nothing but let him fuck her like she deserves, her eyes rolling back into her head as he hits her sweet spot every single time.

She tries to slot herself down onto him harder and Eren gets annoyed, responding with a quick slap to her butt and she lets out a shocked gasp. His green eyes are amused as he continues to bounce her on his cock.

But evidently, it’s not fast or hard enough for him, because he flips her over and the next thing she knows she’s on her hands and her knees and he hits so much deeper this way, something she didn’t even know was possible.

“Fuck, Mikasa baby you take me so fucking well.”

She’s getting close and she knows he is too, his thrusts becoming erratic and she waits in anticipation, it’s finally going to happen.

“Are you ready for my knot pretty girl?”

And those are the words that push her over the edge and she gasps out a soft, “Fuck yes.” Just before she comes and she feels Eren give one last hard push inside her before he’s coming, coating her walls with his seed and spreading it deep inside her. They’re stuck together and she feels the already impressive base of his cock become even bigger, ballooning out and stretching her to the max as he knots her, locking his seed inside. She comes again at the feeling, collapsing onto the bed as Eren falls on top of her and they both let out moans at the movement, jostling her sensitive insides.

And the bond between them finally clicks together and she can feel him again in the back of her head, his steady presence content and happy and fuck had she missed that. She’d missed him.  

They’re both breathing hard as Eren rests his full weight on top of her, but she doesn’t mind he’s like a very sweaty warm weighted blanket.

“You’re telling me,” She gets through a gasp, “We could have been doing that the entire time?”

Eren barks out a surprised laugh, grabbing her by the hips and rolling them both over so she lays on top of him now, giving a soft pat to her hip.  

“I’m telling you that we will be doing that for the foreseeable future until your heat is over and every day after that.”

“Good, like I said I only fuck alphas.”

“You only fuck me, Mikasa.” She’ll never admit how hot she finds the angry edge to his voice.

“That too.”  

It’s quiet for a moment as they just lie with each other, finally mated and together.

“Hey, can I dom next time?”

“No.”

“Why not? I’m an alpha too!”

“No.”

“Eren!”