alpha!lexa

“You can’t run away from who you are Clarke!” Lexa says. Clarke doesn’t know if she means a leader, an Omega or a murderer. Lexa pauses. “Join me, submit to me and become my mate, and your people will be safe.” Clarke sees red. or: the a/b/o spin on S3 that nobody asked for.

“So we should definitely talk about it,” Clarke says, jolting Lexa out of her hazy thoughts. “Talk about what?” Lexa says, annoyed at the strange grogginess of her voice, though Clarke doesn’t seem to mind – her eyes spark at the low roughness of it and she has to swallow before continuing. “Heat,” she says, which makes color rise instantly to Lexa’s cheeks. “Mine, specifically. I’m pretty sure it’ll be here in about a week.” Lexa nods, her mouth suddenly dry. “Ah.”

When her heat arrives early, Clarke finds herself besieged by lust-crazed Alphas on her train ride home from work. There are several things that could happen to her, most of them nasty, and when she gets cornered she despairs of making it off the train unscathed. Until a green-eyed Alpha swoops in, seemingly to save the day. And her.

Clarke and Lexa are both nursing broken hearts. Random chance brings them together... on opposite sides of a wall.

"We want the same things, Clarke." Clarke decides to test that theory.

Hodnes laik kwelnes. En em na toli flosh Leksa klin fou em fis em op. OR Love is weakness. And it will shatter Lexa into a million pieces before it puts her back together.

“You were flirting with her!”The clay goblet sailed true across the room, shattering against the wall mere inches from her head - a vehement exclamation mark to punctuate the Commander’s words. Clarke winced involuntarily at the noise, eyes following the scarlet trails that the wine left on the stone as it pattered to the ground. She swallowed - sharp fear and arousal closing like a giant’s fist around her throat.“So I was.” Clarke bit back, chin tilted up and shoulders squaring in the epitome of defiance. She began to pace around the room, purposefully treading on the broken shards of pottery as if Lexa’s violent outburst had meant nothing. OR The one where Clarke makes Lexa jealous on purpose because she craves to be claimed by her mate.

With Clarke heavily pregnant, Lexa refuses to be anything but gentle. Unfortunately, that isn't what Clarke wants.

Lexa’s rut hits suddenly. Her pants are painfully tight and her mind instantly jumps to her Omega that she hasn’t seen in weeks.