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Die Sonnenwasser-Theorie - Sun's Water Theory

A German translation of the Suns Water research, studies and theory about the origin of planetary water and space water.

Asteroiden, insbesondere kohlenstoffhaltige Chondrite, liefern entscheidende Erkenntnisse über die Wassergeschichte der Erde und die Dynamik der Planetenbildung. Diese Meteoriten sind reich an wasserhaltigen Mineralien, wie Tonen und hydratisierten Silikaten, sowie an komplexen organischen Molekülen. Entstanden in den äußeren Regionen des Sonnensystems, wo Wassereis und organische Verbindungen stabil blieben, wanderten diese Asteroiden nach innen und trafen auf die frühe Erde, wobei sie eine wichtige Rolle bei deren Entwicklung spielten. Die Gesteinskörper, die die Sonne hauptsächlich im Asteroidengürtel zwischen Mars und Jupiter umkreisen, können erhebliche Mengen an hydratisierten Mineralien enthalten, was auf das Vorhandensein von Wasser hinweist. Kohlenstoffhaltige Chondrite sind besonders wichtig, da ihre Isotopenzusammensetzung der des Wassers auf der Erde sehr nahe kommt. Interstellare Staubpartikel, winzige Materialkörner, die sich im Raum zwischen den Sternen befinden, können Wassereis und organische Verbindungen enthalten, die in das sich bildende Sonnensystem aufgenommen werden können. Während der Entwicklung des Sonnensystems trugen diese Partikel zum Wasserinventar der Planetesimale und schließlich der Erde bei.

Kometen, die Astronomen seit langem mit ihren spektakulären Erscheinungen faszinieren, spielen auch eine entscheidende Rolle bei der Versorgung der Erde mit Wasser. Kometen bestehen aus Wassereis, Staub und verschiedenen organischen Verbindungen und stammen aus den äußeren Regionen des Sonnensystems, wie dem Kuiper-Gürtel und der Oortschen Wolke. Diese unberührten Materialien, Überreste des frühen Sonnennebels, bieten einen Einblick in die Bedingungen, die während der Entstehung des Sonnensystems vor über 4,6 Milliarden Jahren herrschten. Kometen mit ihren stark elliptischen Bahnen kommen gelegentlich in die Nähe der Sonne, wobei sie flüchtiges Eis sublimieren und Gas und Staub ins All entlassen. Isotopenzusammensetzungen des Wassers in Kometen, wie dem von der Rosetta-Mission untersuchten Kometen 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko, unterscheidet sich geringfügig von den Ozeanen der Erde, was darauf hindeutet, dass Kometen nicht die einzige Quelle des irdischen Wassers sind, sondern wahrscheinlich einen wesentlichen Beitrag zur frühen Erdentstehung leisteten. Es wird angenommen, dass die Einschläge von Kometen auf der Erde während der Periode des späten schweren Bombardements vor etwa 3,9 Milliarden Jahren erhebliche Mengen an Wasser und flüchtigen Verbindungen abgelagert haben, die die frühen Ozeane der Erde ergänzten und ein günstiges Umfeld für die Entstehung von Leben schufen. Der Gründer von Greening Deserts hat eine einfache Theorie über die Hauptwasserquelle der Erde entwickelt, die so genannte "Sun's Water Theory", welche erforscht hat, dass ein Großteil des Weltraumwassers von unserem Stern erzeugt wurde. Nach dieser Theorie stammt der größte Teil des Planetenwassers bzw. kosmischen Wassers direkt von der Sonne in Form von Wasserstoffteilchen, Sonnenwinden und Partikeln. Durch die Kombination von analytischen Fähigkeiten, einem tiefen Verständnis komplexer Systeme und Einfachheit hat der Begründer der Theorie ein umfassendes Verständnis für planetarische Prozesse und das Sonnensystem entwickelt. Helium und Sauerstoff von der Sonne

Während Wasserstoff der Hauptbestandteil des Sonnenwindes ist, sind auch Heliumionen und Spuren schwererer Elemente, einschließlich Sauerstoff, vorhanden. Das Vorhandensein von Sauerstoffionen im Sonnenwind ist von Bedeutung, da es eine weitere potenzielle Quelle für die zur Wasserbildung notwendigen Bestandteile darstellt. Wenn Sauerstoff-Ionen aus dem Sonnenwind mit Wasserstoff-Ionen aus dem Sonnenwind oder aus lokalen Quellen wechselwirken, können sie Wassermoleküle bilden.

Der Nachweis von Sauerstoff aus dem Sonnenwind zusammen mit Wasserstoff auf dem Mond unterstützt die Hypothese, dass die Sonne zum Wassergehalt der Mondoberfläche beiträgt. Die Wechselwirkungen zwischen diesen implantierten Ionen und den Mondmineralien können zur Bildung von Wasser und Hydroxylverbindungen führen, die dann von Fernerkundungsinstrumenten nachgewiesen werden.

Magnetosphäre und atmosphärische Wechselwirkungen

Die Magnetosphäre und die Atmosphäre der Erde stellen ein komplexes System dar und wird erheblich von Sonnenemissionen beeinflusst. Die Magnetosphäre lenkt die meisten Teilchen des Sonnenwinds ab, während geomagnetischer Stürme, die durch Sonneneruptionen und CMEs verursacht werden, kann die Wechselwirkung zwischen dem Sonnenwind und der Magnetosphäre intensiver werden. Diese Wechselwirkung kann zu Phänomenen wie Polarlichtern führen und den Zustrom von Sonnenpartikeln in die obere Atmosphäre verstärken. In der oberen Atmosphäre können diese Teilchen mit atmosphärischen Bestandteilen wie Sauerstoff und Stickstoff zusammenstoßen, was zur Bildung von Wasser und anderen Verbindungen führt. Dieser Prozess trägt zum gesamten Wasserkreislauf und zur atmosphärischen Chemie des Planeten bei. Interstellare Staubpartikel bieten auch wertvolle Einblicke in den Ursprung und die Verteilung von Wasser im Sonnensystem. In den frühen Phasen der Entstehung des Sonnensystems nahm die protoplanetare Scheibe interstellare Staubpartikel auf, die Wassereis, Silikate und organische Moleküle enthielten. Diese Partikel dienten als Bausteine für Planetesimale und größere Körper und beeinflussten deren Zusammensetzung und das für terrestrische Planeten wie die Erde verfügbare flüchtige Inventar.

Die Stardust-Mission der NASA, die Proben vom Kometen Wild 2 und interstellare Staubpartikel sammelte, hat das Vorhandensein von kristallinen Silikaten und wasserhaltigen Mineralien nachgewiesen. Die Analyse dieser Proben liefert wichtige Daten über die Isotopenzusammensetzung und die chemische Vielfalt der Wasserquellen im Sonnensystem. Sonnenwind und Sonnenwasserstoff

Die Theorie des Sonnenwassers besagt, dass ein erheblicher Teil des Wassers auf der Erde von der Sonne stammt und in Form von Wasserstoffteilchen durch den Sonnenwind kam. Der Sonnenwind, ein Strom geladener Teilchen, der hauptsächlich aus Wasserstoffionen (Protonen) besteht, strömt ständig von der Sonne und trifft auf planetarische Körper. Wenn diese Wasserstoffionen auf eine Planetenoberfläche treffen, können sie sich mit Sauerstoff verbinden und Wassermoleküle bilden. Dieser Prozess wurde auf dem Mond beobachtet, wo die vom Sonnenwind eingepflanzten Wasserstoffionen mit dem Sauerstoff im Mondgestein reagieren und Wasser bilden. Ähnliche Wechselwirkungen könnten auch auf der frühen Erde stattgefunden haben und zu ihrem Wasservorrat beigetragen haben. Die Untersuchung der Wechselwirkungen des Sonnenwinds mit planetarischen Körpern mit Hilfe von Missionen wie der Parker Solar Probe der NASA und dem Solar Orbiter der ESA liefert wertvolle Daten über das Potenzial zur Bildung von Wasser aus der Sonne.

Theoretische Modelle und Simulationen

Fortschrittliche theoretische Modelle und Simulationen können eine entscheidende Rolle beim Verständnis der Prozesse spielen, die zur Bildung und Verteilung von Wasser im Sonnensystem beitragen. Modelle der Planetenentstehung und -wanderung wie die Grand-Tack-Hypothese legen nahe, dass die Bewegung von Riesenplaneten die Verteilung von wasserreichen Körpern im frühen Sonnensystem beeinflusst hat. Diese Modelle helfen zu erklären, wie Wasser aus den äußeren Regionen des Sonnensystems zu den inneren Planeten, einschließlich der Erde, gelangt sein könnte. Simulationen der Wechselwirkungen zwischen Sonnenwind und Planetenoberflächen geben Aufschluss über die Mechanismen, durch die solarer Wasserstoff zur Wasserbildung beitragen könnte. Indem sie die Bedingungen des frühen Sonnensystems nachbilden, helfen diese Simulationen den Wissenschaftlern, den Beitrag des aus der Sonne stammenden Wasserstoffs zum Wasservorrat der Erde abzuschätzen.

Die Reise des Wassers aus fernen kosmischen Reservoirs zur Erde hat die Geschichte unseres Planeten und sein Potenzial für Leben tiefgreifend beeinflusst. Kometen, Asteroiden und interstellare Staubpartikel bieten jeweils einzigartige Einblicke in die Dynamik des frühen Sonnensystems und lieferten Wasser und flüchtige Elemente, die die Geologie und Atmosphäre der Erde geprägt haben. Laufende Forschungsarbeiten, fortschrittliche Weltraummissionen und theoretische Fortschritte tragen dazu bei, unser Verständnis der kosmischen Ursprünge des Wassers und seiner breiteren Auswirkungen auf die Planetenforschung und Astrobiologie zu verbessern. Zukünftige Studien und Missionen werden wasserreiche Umgebungen in unserem Sonnensystem und die Suche nach bewohnbaren Exoplaneten weiter erforschen und die Bedeutung von Wasser bei der Suche nach dem Potenzial von Leben jenseits der Erde beleuchten. Theoretische Modelle und Simulationen bieten Einblicke in die Prozesse, die die Wasserreservoirs der Erde und die Verteilung der flüchtigen Stoffe geformt haben. Die Grand-Tack-Hypothese besagt, dass die Wanderung von Riesenplaneten wie Jupiter und Saturn die Bahndynamik kleinerer Körper, einschließlich Kometen und Asteroiden, beeinflusst hat. Diese Wanderung könnte wasserreiche Objekte aus dem äußeren Sonnensystem in die inneren Regionen gelenkt haben und so zum Gehalt an flüchtigen Stoffen auf den terrestrischen Planeten beigetragen haben. Die Periode des späten schweren Bombardements, die durch intensive Kometen- und Asteroideneinschläge vor etwa 3,9 Milliarden Jahren gekennzeichnet war, brachte wahrscheinlich erhebliche Mengen an Wasser und organischen Verbindungen auf die Erde und prägte ihre frühe Atmosphäre, die Ozeane und möglicherweise die präbiotische Chemie, die für die Entstehung von Leben notwendig war.

Um die Ursprünge des Wassers auf der Erde zu verstehen, müssen die primären Quellen, die unseren Planeten mit Wasser versorgten verstanden werden. Die wichtigsten Hypothesen konzentrieren sich auf Kometen, Asteroiden und interstellare Staubpartikel. Jede dieser Quellen ist bereits Gegenstand umfangreicher Forschung, die wertvolle Einblicke in die komplexen Prozesse liefert, die Wasser auf die Erde gebracht haben. Kometen, die ihren Ursprung in den äußeren Regionen des des Sonnensystems, wie dem Kuiper-Gürtel und der Oortschen Wolke, bestehen aus Wassereis, Staub und organischen Verbindungen. Wenn Kometen der Sonne näher kommen, erhitzen sie sich, setzen Wasserdampf und andere Gase frei, sie bilden dann eine sichtbare Koma und einen Schweif. Kometen werden seit langem aufgrund ihres hohen Wassergehalts als potenzielle Quellen für das Wasser der Erde gesehen. Der Beitrag der Sonne zum Wasser der Erde

Weitere Erkundungen und Forschungen sind unerlässlich, um die Theorie des Sonnenwassers zu bestätigen und zu verfeinern. Künftige Missionen zur Analyse der Wechselwirkungen des Sonnenwinds mit planetarischen Körpern sowie fortschrittliche Laborexperimente werden tiefere Einblicke in diesen Prozess ermöglichen. Die Integration der Daten aus diesen Unternehmungen mit theoretischen Modellen wird unser Verständnis der Entstehung und Entwicklung von Wasser im Sonnensystem verbessern. Jüngste Forschungen in der Heliophysik und der Planetenforschung haben begonnen Licht auf die mögliche Rolle der Sonne bei der Zufuhr von Wasser zu planetarischen Körpern zu werfen. Untersuchungen von Mondproben haben zum Beispiel das Vorhandensein von Wasserstoff gezeigt, der durch den Sonnenwind transportiert wurde. Ähnliche Prozesse könnten auf der frühen Erde stattgefunden haben, insbesondere in Zeiten erhöhter Sonnenaktivität, als die Intensität und Häufigkeit der Sonnenwindteilchen größer war. Diese Hypothese deckt sich mit Beobachtungen anderer Himmelskörper, wie dem Mond und bestimmten Asteroiden, die Anzeichen von durch den Sonnenwind transportierten Wasserstoff aufweisen.

Sonnenwinde, die aus geladenen Teilchen, hauptsächlich Wasserstoffionen, bestehen, gehen ständig von der Sonne aus und bewegen sich durch das Sonnensystem. Wenn diese Teilchen auf einen planetarischen Körper treffen, können sie mit dessen Atmosphäre und Oberfläche in Wechselwirkung treten. Auf der frühen Erde könnten diese Wechselwirkungen die Bildung von Wassermolekülen begünstigt haben. Wasserstoffionen aus dem Sonnenwind könnten beim Erreichen der Erdoberfläche mit sauerstoffhaltigen Mineralien und Verbindungen reagiert haben, was zu einer allmählichen Ansammlung von Wasser führte. Dieser Prozess verlief zwar langsam, aber über Milliarden von Jahren und trug so zum gesamten Wasservorrat des Planeten bei. Theoretische Modelle simulieren die frühe Umgebung des Sonnensystems, einschließlich des Flusses der Sonnenwindteilchen und ihrer möglichen Wechselwirkungen mit der Erde. Durch die Einbeziehung von Daten aus Weltraummissionen und Laborexperimenten können diese Modelle den Wissenschaftlern helfen, den Beitrag des aus der Sonne stammenden Wasserstoffs zum Wasserinventar der Erde abzuschätzen. Die Isotopenanalyse von Wasserstoff in alten Gesteinen und Mineralien auf der Erde bietet zusätzliche Anhaltspunkte. Wenn ein signifikanter Anteil des Wasserstoffs auf der Erde Isotopensignaturen aufweist, die mit solarem Wasserstoff übereinstimmen, würde dies die Idee unterstützen, dass die Sonne eine entscheidende Rolle bei der Wasserbereitstellung spielte.

Die Theorie des Sonnenwassers, die Sun's Water Theory geht davon aus, dass ein erheblicher Teil des Wassers auf der Erde von der Sonne stammt und in Form von Wasserstoffteilchen transportiert wurde. Diese Hypothese besagt, dass sich der solare Wasserstoff mit dem auf der frühen Erde vorhandenen Sauerstoff verband und so Wasser bildete. Durch die Untersuchung der Isotopenzusammensetzung von Wasserstoff auf der Erde und den Vergleich mit solarem Wasserstoff können Wissenschaftler die Gültigkeit dieser Theorie untersuchen. Um die Mechanismen zu verstehen, durch die die Sonne zum Wasservorrat der Erde beigetragen haben könnte, muss man tief in die Prozesse innerhalb des Sonnensystems und die Wechselwirkungen zwischen solaren Teilchen und planetarischen Körpern eintauchen. Diese Theorie hat auch Auswirkungen auf unser Verständnis der Wasserverteilung im Sonnensystem und darüber hinaus. Wenn aus der Sonne stammender Wasserstoff ein gängiger Mechanismus für die Wasserbildung ist, könnten auch andere Planeten und Monde in den bewohnbaren Zonen ihrer jeweiligen Sterne Wasser besitzen, das durch ähnliche Prozesse entstanden ist. Dies erweitert die Möglichkeiten der astrobiologischen Forschung und deutet darauf hin, dass Wasser und möglicherweise auch Leben im Universum weiter verbreitet sein könnten als bisher angenommen.

Um die Theorie weiter zu untersuchen, sollten Wissenschaftler eine Kombination aus Beobachtungstechniken, Laborsimulationen und theoretischen Modellen einsetzen. Weltraummissionen zur Erforschung der Sonne und ihrer Wechselwirkungen mit dem Sonnensystem, wie die Parker Solar Probe der NASA und der Solar Orbiter der Europäischen Weltraumorganisation, liefern wertvolle Daten über die Eigenschaften des Sonnenwinds und ihre Auswirkungen auf die Umgebung von Planeten. In Laborexperimenten werden die Bedingungen nachgestellt, unter denen der Sonnenwind mit verschiedenen Mineralien und Verbindungen interagiert, die auf der Erde und anderen Gesteinskörpern vorkommen. Diese Experimente zielen darauf ab, die chemischen Reaktionen zu verstehen, die unter dem Bombardement des Sonnenwinds zur Bildung von Wasser führen könnten. Die Theorie des Sonnenwassers (Sun's Water Theory) für die Weltraum- und Planetenforschung

Das Verständnis des Ursprungs des Wassers auf der Erde erhellt nicht nur die Geschichte unseres Planeten, sondern liefert auch Informationen für die Suche nach bewohnbaren Umgebungen anderswo im Universum. Das Vorhandensein von Wasser ist ein Schlüsselfaktor bei der Bestimmung der Bewohnbarkeit eines Planeten oder Mondes. Wenn die durch den Sonnenwind angetriebene Wasserbildung ein üblicher Prozess ist, könnte dies die Zahl der Himmelskörper, die als potenzielle Kandidaten für die Ansiedlung von Leben in Frage kommen, erheblich erweitern.

Die Untersuchung der kosmischen Ursprünge des Wassers überschneidet sich auch mit der Erforschung der Bildung organischer Verbindungen und der für das Leben notwendigen Bedingungen. Wasser in Verbindung mit kohlenstoffbasierten Molekülen schafft ein günstiges Umfeld für die Entwicklung der präbiotischen Chemie. Die Untersuchung der Wasserquellen und -mechanismen hilft den Wissenschaftlern, die frühen Bedingungen zu verstehen, die zur Entstehung von Leben führen könnten. Die Erforschung wasserreicher Umgebungen in unserem Sonnensystem, wie z. B. der Eismonde von Jupiter und Saturn, ist eine der Prioritäten künftiger Weltraummissionen. Diese Missionen, die mit fortschrittlichen Instrumenten ausgestattet sind, die Wasser und organische Moleküle aufspüren können, sollen die Geheimnisse dieser fernen Welten lüften. Zu verstehen, wie das Wasser auf diese Monde gelangte und in welchem Zustand es sich heute befindet, wird entscheidende Erkenntnisse über ihre mögliche Bewohnbarkeit liefern.

Das Bestreben, die Rolle des Wassers im Universum zu verstehen, erstreckt sich auch auf die Untersuchung von Exoplaneten. Die Beobachtung von Exoplaneten und ihren Atmosphären mit Teleskopen wie dem James Webb Space Telescope (JWST) ermöglicht es Wissenschaftlern, Anzeichen von Wasserdampf und anderen flüchtigen Stoffen zu erkennen. Durch den Vergleich des Wassergehalts und der Isotopenzusammensetzung von Exoplaneten mit denen von Körpern des Sonnensystems können Forscher Rückschlüsse auf die Prozesse ziehen, die die Wasserverteilung in verschiedenen Planetensystemen bestimmen.

Das meiste Wasser auf dem Planeten Erde wurde höchstwahrscheinlich als Wasserstoff von der Sonne ausgestoßen. Für viele mag es unvorstellbar sein, wie so viel Wasserstoff von der Sonne auf die Erde gelangt ist. In den Millionen Jahren der Erd- und Sonnengeschichte hat es sicherlich viel größere Sonneneruptionen gegeben als die Menschen bisher aufgezeichnet haben. CMEs und Sonnenwinde können feste Materie und viele Teilchen transportieren. Die Sonnenwasser-Theorie kann sicherlich durch Eisproben bewiesen werden!

Laborexperimente und Computersimulationen spielen weiterhin eine wichtige Rolle in dieser Forschung. Indem sie die Bedingungen der frühen Sonnensystemumgebungen nachbilden, können die Wissenschaftler verschiedene Hypothesen über die Bildung und den Transport von Wasser testen. Diese Experimente tragen dazu bei, unser Verständnis der chemischen Wege zu verfeinern, die zur Einlagerung von Wasser in planetarische Körper führen.

Zusammenfassend lässt sich sagen, dass die Untersuchung des Ursprungs von Wasser auf der Erde und anderen Himmelskörpern ein multidisziplinäres Unterfangen ist, das Weltraummissionen, Laborforschung, theoretische Modellierung und Beobachtungen von Exoplaneten umfasst. Die Integration dieser Ansätze ermöglicht ein umfassendes Verständnis der kosmischen Reise des Wassers und seiner Auswirkungen auf die Planetenforschung und Astrobiologie. Die fortgesetzte Erforschung und der technologische Fortschritt werden die Geheimnisse des Wassers im Universum weiter enträtseln und die Suche nach Leben jenseits unseres Planeten vorantreiben. Sonneneruptionen und koronale Massenauswürfe

Sonneneruptionen sind intensive Ausbrüche von Strahlung und energiereichen Teilchen, die durch magnetische Aktivitäten auf der Sonne verursacht werden. Koronale Massenauswürfe (CMEs) sind gewaltige Ausbrüche von Sonnenwind und Magnetfeldern, die über die Sonnenkorona aufsteigen oder in den Weltraum entlassen werden. Sowohl Sonneneruptionen als auch CMEs setzen erhebliche Mengen an energiereichen Teilchen, einschließlich Wasserstoffionen, im Sonnensystem frei.

Wenn diese hochenergetischen Teilchen die Erde oder andere planetare Körper erreichen, können sie chemische Reaktionen in der Atmosphäre und auf der Oberfläche auslösen. Die von diesen Teilchen bereitgestellte Energie kann molekulare Bindungen aufbrechen und die Bildung neuer Verbindungen, einschließlich Wasser, in Gang setzen. Auf der Erde zum Beispiel können durch die Wechselwirkung von energiereichen solaren Teilchen mit atmosphärischen Gasen Salpetersäure und andere Verbindungen entstehen, die dann als Regen ausfallen und in den Wasserkreislauf einfließen.

Theoretische Modelle und Simulationen

Mit Simulationen der solarinduzierten Wasserbildung können auch verschiedene Szenarien untersucht werden, etwa die Auswirkungen planetarer Magnetfelder, der Oberflächenzusammensetzung und der atmosphärischen Dichte auf die Effizienz der Wasserproduktion. Diese Modelle liefern wertvolle Vorhersagen für künftige Beobachtungen und Experimente und tragen dazu bei, unser Verständnis der Weltraumwasserbildung zu verfeinern.

Die Entwicklung anspruchsvoller theoretischer Modelle und Simulationen ist für die Vorhersage und Erklärung der Prozesse, durch die solarer Wasserstoff zur Wasserbildung beiträgt, unerlässlich. Modelle der Wechselwirkungen zwischen Sonnenwind und Planetenoberflächen, die Daten aus Laborexperimenten und Weltraummissionen enthalten, helfen den Wissenschaftlern, die Dynamik dieser Wechselwirkungen unter verschiedenen Bedingungen zu verstehen. Die erweiterte Theorie, dass die Sonne durch solare Wasserstoffemissionen eine Hauptquelle für Wasser im Sonnensystem ist, bietet einen umfassenden Rahmen für das Verständnis des Ursprungs und der Verteilung von Wasser. Diese Theorie umfasst mehrere Prozesse, darunter die Sonnenwind-Implantation, Sonneneruptionen, CMEs, die durch UV-Strahlung angetriebene Photochemie und die Beiträge von Kometen und Asteroiden. Durch die Erforschung dieser Prozesse mittels Weltraummissionen, Laborexperimenten und theoretischer Modellierung können Wissenschaftler die komplexen Wechselwirkungen entschlüsseln, die den Wassergehalt von Planeten und Monden geformt haben. Dieses Verständnis erweitert nicht nur unser Wissen über die Planetenforschung, sondern dient auch der Suche nach bewohnbaren Umgebungen und möglichem Leben jenseits der Erde. Die Rolle der Sonne bei der Wasserbildung ist ein Beweis für die Verflechtung stellarer und planetarer Prozesse und verdeutlicht die dynamische und sich entwickelnde Natur unseres Sonnensystems.

Der Einfluss der Sonne auf die planetarischen Wasserkreisläufe geht über die direkte Wasserstoffimplantation hinaus. Die Sonnenstrahlung treibt Verwitterungsprozesse auf Planetenoberflächen an und setzt Sauerstoff aus Mineralien frei, der dann mit Sonnenwasserstoff zu Wasser reagieren kann. Auf der Erde trägt die Wechselwirkung der Sonnenstrahlung mit der Atmosphäre zum Wasserkreislauf bei, indem sie Verdunstungs-, Kondensations- und Niederschlagsprozesse beeinflusst. Der Initiator dieser Theorie hat viele Jahre damit verbracht, die Natur der Dinge zu erforschen und zu studieren. Im Frühsommer machte er eine große Entdeckung und dokumentierte den Entstehungs- und Formungsprozess eines Elements und wasserstoffähnlichen Stoffes, den er "Sonnengranulat" nennt. Auch ein wissenschaftlicher Name für die Substanz wurde gefunden: "Solinume". Die Sonnenwasser-Theorie Sun's Water Theory wurde vom Greening Deserts Gründer, einem unabhängigen Forscher- und Wissenschaftler aus Deutschland, entwickelt. Die innovativen Konzepte und spezifischen Ideen sind durch internationale Gesetze geschützt. Die Informationen in diesem Artikel, Inhalte und besonderen Details sind durch nationale, internationale und europäische Rechte sowie durch Künstlerrechte, Artikel-, Urheber- und Titelschutz gesichert. Die Kunstwerke und Projektinhalte sind das geistige Eigentum des Autors und Gründers der Global Greening and Trillion Trees Initiative._SunsWater™

Dieser Artikel ist ein finaler Entwurf, eine wissenschaftliche Veröffentlichung und ein sehr wichtiges Dokument für weitere Studien über Astrophysik und Weltraumforschung. Wir freien Forscher glauben, dass viele Antworten in den Polarregionen gefunden werden können. Dies ist auch ein Aufruf an andere Wissenschaften, die Rolle des Weltraumwassers zu erforschen und alle Erkenntnisse über planetare Wasserkörper und Weltraumwasser neu zu überdenken, insbesondere die Arktisforschung und Studien über altes Eis.

Dazu gehören auch Beweisführungen und Nachweise von Partikelströmen mit Wasserstoff bzw. Weltraumwasser zu den Polen. Die Schwerkraft und das Erdmagnetfeld konzentrieren Weltraumpatrikel in den Polarzonen. Die Theorie kann weitere wichtige offene Fragen und Mysterien der Wissenschaft lösen und beweisen – etwa wieso es mehr Eis und Wasser in der Antarktis als in der Arktis gibt.

Es sollte jedem klar sein, dass viele Weltraumteilchen im Weltraum von magnetischen Feldern zu den Polen der Planeten geleitet werden können - und wurden. Viel Weltraumwasser und Wasserstoff in bzw. auf Planeten und Monden ist somit in die Polarregionen gelangt - die Magnet-, Polar- und Planetenforschung sollte diese Zusammenhänge bestätigen können.

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Your people are starving, and your clan's Alpha has asked you, their only remaining Omega, to give yourself up as a sacrifice to save them. So, you agree, and you are to be mated to one of the Alphas of Clan 141, praying that it is to any of them except Alpha Price. He is known to have a knot that is impossible to take, but when you finally meet him, you're not sure of what's possible anymore. Will you risk it all to be with him, even if his knot might kill you? One way to find out…

The Old Way

You couldn’t see the stars. The shroud that hung over your head was made from fine, black silk, and through its thin organza, you could barely make out the shape of the Watcher in front of you, much less the glittering galactic expanse overhead. You were wrapped like a gift, and if you wanted to save the lives of everyone you’d ever loved, you would remain cloaked in your darkness, hidden, waiting for your big moment. More than anything, you wanted to pull your veil away from your eyes just to see the familiar constellations again, to comfort yourself with their shapes, to make one last independent choice before all of your volition was stolen from you forever.

That wasn’t the right word. You couldn’t steal something that was given freely. You were not bound, and you were certainly not forced to wear the shadowed veil against your will. You had selected this path for yourself, and now you were living through the consequences of that decision.

As the only Omega in your clan – the first one born in seventy years – you were raised on the knowledge that you may one day be asked to give up your life for your clan. After the war, life was hard, and now that your people were stuck in a seemingly endless drought, it had become even more desperate. Your clan leader, Alpha Roan, had come to you six weeks ago with a terrible look in his eyes, a palpable guilt, still wearing his mourning collar for his long-lost mate, Omega Kiran, and he had asked you if you would be willing to undergo The Exchange.

His own wife had come to your clan through The Exchange, and although they had chosen to perform a private ceremony, you knew that it had been a challenge for her. Before she died, she had taught you much about your role, but you were still a youngling, and some things were just not for you to hear at such an age.

You thought about the years that had passed after the loss of your clan’s Omega. Alpha Roan had insisted on your education, and your training, but the idea that you would be asked to leave your clan through The Exchange was always a distant threat. But, now, here it was. You had been called by your Alpha to sacrifice yourself for their benefit; not in a marriage of love, but in a clan trade.

You had been asked by your Alpha to think about your choice. After he left you to ponder your choice, you sat down in your chambers surrounded by your Watchers, the women who had raised you, who had taught you to read, to write, to fight, and to charm. They looked at you with the same guilty, knowing eyes, and they asked you if you were prepared to make the sacrifice.

“You do know what awaits you at the end of The Exchange, don’t you, Omega?” Watcher Trinity had asked you quietly, holding your hands in her shaking fingers, the wrinkled skin of her knuckles folding and stretching over her thin bones.

You nodded, “Yes, Watcher. I am to be given to a new Alpha.”

She had looked at you then, her eyes sharp and calculating, trying to figure out how she would ask her next question.

“Do you know the way in which you will be given, Omega?”

Her tone chilled your heart, sinking through your body like ice across a pond, freezing you in place. You waited. There was more that she needed to say, and you allowed her to explain.

And now that you knew the truth, you felt fully prepared to accept the terms of the agreement. You would deliver your people from their strife, and any pain, any shame, and any horror that you experienced from this point onward would be in service to your clan. You hoped that would be enough solace to sustain you. There was no shame in your sacrifice, you knew that. But, in your soul, you knew that knowing a thing and experiencing a thing were two vastly disparate sides of the same coin.

You informed your clan Alpha, holding your chin high,

“I accept the terms of The Exchange, Alpha Roan.”

“Your people are forever in your debt, Omega. Watchers,” he addressed your caregivers, “Please make preparations in the old way of our clan.”

“The old way, Alpha Roan?” Watcher Trinity had asked, her voice giving away her apprehension.

“Yes, Watcher. We will follow the law, no matter how… upsetting it may be. Clan 141 is too powerful for us to take any undue risks. If they do not accept her, we may not survive their engagement.”

Even in your sheltered little academy, you had heard of Clan 141. Their clan was small, but it was deeply feared. If any other clan dared step out of line, the 141 were there to rain hellfire and destruction down on them until there was nothing left. They were not cruel, but they abided no violent acts in their territory, and any whisper of rekindling the war efforts or of superseding the peace treaty was dealt with swiftly and decisively.

Before the war, kings and presidents and generals had pulled the strings. Now that the world lay in ruins, the 141 was the only thing between your small clan and total destruction from larger, more aggressive packs. The 141 was the only reason your people still had other clans to trade with; they had made sure smaller communities had access to fair market costs for food and services, and no one dared to shun your merchants now that you were under their protective wing.

Your Watchers had done their best to ease you into your preparations. Clan 141 would be at the neutral ground in six weeks, and your team had tried to make every moment of that window meaningful in your training. They had started slowly, teaching you to stretch your untouched hole with your fingers, showing you diagrams and depictions of your own anatomy, warning you of the physical trial of taking an Alpha’s knot.

It was mortifying when you endured your first test. Watcher Gillar and Watcher Bhin had made you sit in front of a mirror and show them your progress. You were told to clench and release the muscles of your hole on command, fluttering it to prove its strength. Then, they had produced a carved, glass phallus, expecting you to practice on a smaller model before moving you up to a more advanced size.

You took it from their hands, looking at its curved, rigid shape with wide-eyed curiosity, trying to swallow your grief at being seen doing the unthinkable by people you considered to be your closest friends and caregivers. It almost made you regret your decision. But, your people needed you, so you rested the smooth tip of the phallus at the entrance of your hole and began to shove it inside of yourself.

This new feeling was overwriting your mind, so alien and yet so very comforting to you, confounding in its sensations yet overwhelming in its unique, bright pleasure.

It was a struggle, but you managed to slip it into your body almost down to the large, bulbous knot on the end. The sharp pain of being entered for the first time was not as terrible as you had feared, but when you pulled the phallic rod back out of you, it was cloudy with your slick and your blood.

“Try the knot, Omega. Your Alpha will be twice as large as this, at least. You do not want your first experience to be at the ceremony. I know that you will want to appear strong in front of the other clans.” Watcher Bhin encouraged you, holding you to her shoulder as she sat behind you, trying her best to comfort you through such a harrowing ordeal.

You put their practice cock back inside of you, slipping down further than you had, feeling the wide anatomy pressing against your entrance, but still unable to take the full knot inside. You pushed and pulled with your muscles, just like your Watchers had taught you, but it wouldn’t budge. You were panting, sweating, and teetering on the edge of an embarrassing orgasm in front of your Watchers, and you gasped out, exasperated,

“I can’t. I don’t think I can do this, Watcher.”

“Lay back, Omega. I will help you,” Watcher Gillar said softly, replacing your hand with hers at the base of the phallus.

You lay down on your back against your soft pillows, trying to avoid your Watchers’ pitying eyes. Then, you felt a cool gel being applied around the sore ring of your hole; something to ease the way since there was no true Alpha present to coax your slick from your glands. Watcher Bhin had held your hand in hers, gripping you tightly, letting you squeeze her through the pain, wiping away your tears as the glass bulb of the pretend knot began to split you, stretching your body before finally popping into place.

You Watchers had comforted you for a few minutes, but then you were told to begin your meditations.

With much difficulty, you sat up, feeling the heavy knot nestled against your walls. Then, Watcher Bhin handed you a firm pillow, and you understood that you must straddle it, and that it would push the knot against you. You were to train your body and your mind to accept it so that you would have the stamina to withstand the ceremony.

“Do not be afraid to listen to your body, Omega. We will return to help you remove it and recover. I will light some incense for you. Concentrate on your strength.”

You nodded, uncrossing your legs and settling yourself over the firm pillow, feeling the deep, sacral grind of the phallus as you set your weight against it. When you were left alone, you began your breathing techniques, but all the while, a flush was rushing across your skin, the shadow of a rising desire to come, and yet subtly different. Something whispered in your mind, and you wondered if you could call your slick down yourself, without an Alpha’s help.

So, you tried, rocking back and forth across the pillow, churning the knot within your core, feeling the rounded tip rubbing against your deepest parts. You removed your robes, letting the flush keep you warm, watching yourself in the tall mirror, meeting your own eyes.

It took only minutes before a true orgasm was upon you, but you tried to hold it at bay, searching through the sparkling, cracking fog of pleasure for the part of you that made you special. No Beta would survive a knotting; they never did, and it was a crime to even try. But, you were meant for it, and you knew that your Watchers’ training would not let you down. You breathed through the bliss, reaching out with your mind towards your slick, imagining it, visualizing your success, manifesting it deep within you.

When the Watchers found you later that night, they woke you with cool rags and worried faces,

“What happened, Omega? How did you…” Watcher Gillar looked down at your bare legs to where the pillow sat under you, seeing a torrent of slick and milky come covering your skin and the silk of the bolster, confused by how you could produce it without an Alpha’s beckoning call. It was just not done, not even considered to be a possibility.

After that night, there was much chatter amongst the Watchers. They consulted old tomes, dusting off the pages in the library of your little academy where you trained far away from the rest of your village, kept up here in your tower like a Delphic oracle, buried like a treasure.

The training became more intense, and each practice phallus that your Watchers produced became harder and heavier, each bearing knots that were unfathomably large. You used your newfound power to face each of your challenges, less ashamed now to perform in front of your team, but knowing that the ceremony would be something else entirely.

You had asked about it one night as your Watchers were helping you bathe after a particularly difficult practice session,

“Will there truly be none absent from the ceremony, Watcher Trinity?”

“Only the cubs and their mothers are forbidden from attending. Otherwise, all clan members are obligated to witness The Exchange. We will even invite Clan Farlight and Clan Seres to the feast as a token of goodwill. You know this, Omega,” her tone was a little impatient, wondering why you were asking such a basic question, “Your Alpha has asked for your ceremony to be conducted in the old way, according to the original scrolls.”

“I am worried that I will dishonor you with my abilities. I cannot seem to take even these false knots without tears,” you repeated the old scripture, chanting it rote to your Watcher just as you used to do when you had started your adult training, “Omegas are vessels. They will silently submit. The ceremony will be still, honoring the sacrifice.”

Watcher Trinity knelt down beside your bath and made you look at her. Her eyes softened, and she told you,

“Yes, that is what is written, but it is not that simple. You have already honored us with your sacrifice. We have no grain. We have skinny, milkless goats, and our well is nearly dry. When we feast after your ceremony, the full bellies of your people will mean so much more than any perceived weakness that you are reluctant to show.” She grabbed your hand out of the warm water, holding it in hers, “If you need to cry, we will understand, and we will be comforting you from the crowd. Trust me, Omega.”

You tried to put it all out of your mind as you marched down the path, following behind your Watchers as they surrounded you, adorned in their own ceremonial garb. They had worn their armor and their long, red robes, carrying huge, black scythes like walking sticks, as was the custom of your clan. Your Alpha was walking in the front of your pack, guiding your clan to the meeting point. You could just see the white, canvas tops of the tents and yurts that had been constructed for the ceremony, meant to house hundreds of people for at least three days. Yours was the biggest, its adornment the most splendid. But that was little comfort to your frayed nerves.

You were miles from home at this point, missing the comfort of your room and your books, knowing that you would never return there, and that perhaps your new Alpha would not allow you to keep any of your belongings from your old life.

You’d heard horror stories from some of the Betas in your clan, tales of Alphas who used their Omegas like slaves, keeping them clad in irons, surviving in dark dungeons only to be used to breed and to give their Alphas carnal pleasure.

While you were being prepared for this journey, a pair of Beta women had helped you paint your skin, drawing intricate symbols and prayers in gold flake, chittering about the ceremony and the feast without knowing what you had been through over the past six weeks.

“This is the first time I will witness a ceremony done in the old way,” Beta Lilia said.

“Do you know which Alpha will claim you?” Lilia’s friend, Beta Tyran, asked you, not knowing how loaded her words were.

You shook your head; you didn’t even know how many Alphas belonged to Clan 141. Lilia gushed about them for you, taking the conversation out of your hands,

“Clan 141 has four Alphas! Can you imagine? I hear that they have an entire army of Omegas as well. Alpha Garrick is so handsome, and he has three gorgeous Omegas. They are almost too beautiful to look upon.. I saw him when I was at the central market once. He was leading a team, hunting the vagabonds who set fire to a farmer’s field, you remember when that happened? It was years ago now. He was so imposing. But, that other one was there, too.”

She made a face that was strong enough to make you ask about it,

“Which one?”

“The Ghost, Alpha Riley. They say that no one has seen his face. He wears a terrifying skull mask. I heard from Yair that he has three Omegas as his guards, all masked as well. Yes! Guards! They have armor and weapons and huge, bulging muscles. Beautiful and lethal –”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Beta Tyran interrupted, “No one would give their Omegas weapons. No one would let their Omegas out in the public markets! Imagine the danger.”

Lilia shrugged, “Yair said that these Omegas were the danger.”

Then, you heard about Alpha MacTavish, a descendant from one of the ancient warlords, charming and fearsome. He kept two Omegas as his brides, always pregnant, but almost as fearsome as Alpha Riley’s guards. Alpha MacTavish often expected them to travel with their Beta friends, to take their children up into the mountains, hunting and fishing and exploring outdoors. All sorts of stories about his large, loving family. You silently hoped you would be claimed by him. It would be nice to live amongst Omegas and their cubs.

“Which one is their Apex Alpha? There must be one in a clan with so many Alphas,” you mused, asking the girls since you did not know much about Clan 141 yourself.

The Betas shared a look, and then Lilia shook her head,

“You will not be claimed by him, Omega. Don’t worry.”

“Why?” You pried, using your influence to force her to tell you.

“His name is Alpha Price, the leader of Clan 141. He’s the deadliest man in the entire land, and he’s the one who destroyed Clan Konni.”

The weight of that news sank in, and the dramatic tone of her story had attracted other Betas and Watchers to gather around you to listen to her tale,

“Alpha Price has never claimed an Omega. They say that he had tried. He had found one of Alpha Garrick’s Omegas to be very pretty, but she tried to take his knot and failed, so Alpha Garrick took her under his protection instead.”

“Failed?” Watcher Bhin asked, shocked by the implication.

“My sister was a medic who served with the Alliance in the most recent skirmish, and the 141 helped defeat the rebels who were killing members of Clan Darrah a few years ago. She said that she served under the doctor who had healed Alpha Garrick’s Omega. Said he’d never seen anything like it before in his life. She was so strong, and yet…”

Lilia’s words hung heavy in the air, and all of the women looked at each other and then at you, suddenly feeling the weight of your sacrifice, ashamed at their earlier levity. Tyran shook her head and patted you on the arm,

“Don’t worry. Alpha Price will not claim you. You have nothing to worry about.”

That night, painted gold and covered in your black silks, you sat in your tent and meditated while you waited for the other clans to arrive. Your mind kept wandering to Alpha Price and his lonely existence. Had he really injured an Omega during his claiming of her? How large must his knot have been to do so? It made you shudder to think about it, and yet deep inside of you, your core warmed from the thought. If he imprinted on you…

But, imprinting was just a myth. Something only written in old texts as a footnote or a story. It was a part of the ritual of The Exchange, but it wasn’t real.

“Omega,” Watcher Trinity interrupted your meditation and peeked her head into your tent, “It is time to present The Cloth.”

Clan 141 was here, then.

The ritual of The Exchange began with The Shroud, which you were already wearing. Then, it was The Cloth. If all went well, it would then be The Meeting. And finally, The Ceremony.

The Cloth was a gift from the Omega to her new Alpha, a token of her affection and a chance for him to smell her scent for the first time. In ancient legends, this is when her true mate would imprint upon her, her Omegan scent bringing out his Alphic marks, dark spots or stripes across his neck and back, making him look like a big cat, ready to bite into her neck and claim her as his own.

She tried to shake herself out of that fantasy world. All she could hope was that one of their Alphas would be drawn to her scent enough to accept her. Her people were depending on her.

“Here is your cloth, Omega. I embroidered it myself. I hope that it honors you,” Watcher Trinity handed you a wooden box, carved and adorned with great care, and when you opened it, you found a red silk square of fabric, sewn with the sigils and symbols of your clan in fine gold thread. You smiled up at your Watcher and reached out to hold her in your arms,

“It’s perfect, Watcher. Thank you for caring for me.”

You were both fighting off tears when she finally pulled away. You hoped that your Alpha would at least let you say goodbye after the ceremony, even if you might never see her again.

Watcher Trinity and all of the other women left you alone again in your tent, giving you privacy to prepare The Cloth. You made yourself naked, and you began to rub the silk across your neck and glands, trying to soak your scent into the piece. Then, you wiped it between your legs, swiping up some of your wetness to coat the fabric. Usually, this would be enough. You could call your Watcher back into the tent and give her the box, and you would be done.

But, something in your heart told you to try to call out your slick. You listened to your instincts, and you began to rub the soft fabric against your folds, bringing your own pleasure to a warm, shining height. Just when you thought you might not be able to do it, that your nervousness would make it too difficult or that you might black out again from the effort, you felt something inside of you slip free. Then, your hole was flooded, the orgasm making your vision go blurry and form spots at the edges, your whole body convulsing from the strength of your pleasure, and you had to lay down just to try and stay awake through your gushing bliss.

You felt it coat the silk and your hand, a thick, milky slick, and your heart swelled with pride. You knew that a gift this special would sway the attention of at least one of their Alphas. You trusted in your skills and training that you were worthy of this ceremony and that your people would be saved.

Sitting up, you carefully opened the box and returned The Cloth to its resting place, soaked with your scent. You took time to clean yourself up, stuffing wet blankets into your laundry packs and hiding them away, remaking your nest before your Watcher would know what you had done. You weren’t sure why you were keeping a secret from them, but you just felt like this was something between you and your Alpha. A promise, of sorts.

You replaced your black silks and veil over your otherwise unclothed body and called your Watchers. They entered your tent along with Alpha Roan.

His eyes widened as he approached you, taking the box from your hands. Quietly, as if knowing that this was an extremely private affair, he whispered to you,

��What have you done, little Omega?”

“I am doing what needs to be done, Alpha. Please, deliver my message to my new Master.”

You use of the ancient terminology caught your clan Alpha off guard, but you were glad of it. If this was to be done in the old way, then you would withstand it, but you would also do it your way. You were the Omega, here, and you were the reason your clan would survive this struggle. It was time you started acting like the heroine that you were. You would be your people’s strength, no matter the cost.

“Very well,” Alpha Roan sighed, closing the box, calling out to your team, “Watchers, bring your Omega to The Cloth ritual.”

You were guided to the path again, leaving your tent behind and walking towards the big, outdoor theater. It was a crude coliseum of sorts, a large circular pit lined with rows and rows of carved seating that was cut into the land. People had already begun to line the viewing platforms, each clan decorated in their traditional garb. You felt proud to see the stripe of red where your people sat, holding each others’ hands and praying for your safe arrival.

You were not greeted with raucous applause but instead with reverent silence. Alpha Roan walked in front of your Watchers, and you were the last one into the theater, dressed only in your sheer shroud, trying your best not to feel self-conscious about the fact that - because of the firelight - everyone could see your naked, painted body through the veil, even though you were covered head to toe in the organza. In the tent, the lighting was low and kept you in darkness, hiding your body under the thin silk. But, not here in the theater. Your skin was illuminated by the torches, and you knew that even your friends and neighbors could now see your most private parts.

You made sure that your face did not give away your lingering shame.

Alpha Roan took center stage, and you saw the Alphas of Clan 141 for the first time.

Alpha MacTavish was standing between his two Omegas, and you mused that his oldest children must have stayed behind to care for his cubs. He was dressed in his Clan’s black gear, covered in armor like a gladiator, his head shaven into a mohawk, spiked and messy on the crown of his head. His body was huge and stocky, and the Omegas seated at his sides looked so tiny compared to his bulk. But, they were strong. Their bellies were round with the promise of future cubs, and their skin and hair glowed like the stars.

Alpha Garrick stood next to him, his Omegas seated together to his right, dressed in the finest robes you had ever seen. He clearly had a type, and you thought that they looked like triplets, all decorated in jewels and gold, riches you’d never even dreamt of. Their Alpha was every bit as handsome as the stories had promised. He had pouty, full lips that were curled in a snarky sort of smile, and his soft brown eyes exuded pure confidence. His hands were wide and powerful, resting on his curved blade that lay sheathed at his hip.

Alpha Riley was masked, as you had been told, as were his Omegas. They were not seated, and every bit of armor that was strapped to his hulking body was also strapped to them. They had glittering knives, bows, arrows, and slings, looking like they could win their own war by themselves. Their bodies were heavily muscled, and all four of them seemed as tall as Alpha MacTavish, standing proudly in leather boots.

Then, you saw Alpha Price. He was holding a large wooden stick, at least seven feet tall, with hundreds of notches sliced into the side. You wondered what he was keeping track of, and you shuddered to know. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was cut high and tight on the sides. He was certainly bigger and better muscled than each of his men, but that was not what you noticed about him first. It was his eyes. They were piercingly blue, like glacial ice, and they were looking right at you. Hungry.

Something inside of your core tightened under his scrutiny, but Alpha Roan’s voice shook you from your trance,

“Clan Arlos welcomes Clan 141 to The Exchange. We present you with our offering, an unmated Omega, 26 years of age, fully trained in the old ways of our people. She is our greatest gift, and we ask for your acceptance of our sacrifice.”

Alpha Roan held up the box with The Cloth inside for all to see. He set it on the large, marble altar in the middle of the stage and backed away from it, waiting for the other Alphas to take part in the ritual.

Alpha Price spoke, and your body nearly trembled at the sound of his deep, purring voice. You were more nervous than you thought, and you tried to breathe to manage yourself.

“We will consider your honorable offering, Clan Arlos.”

With that, he slammed his huge stick against the stony ground and Alpha MacTavish stepped up to the altar. He opened the box, and along with the other Alphas in attendance, his body had a visceral reaction. His hands went to touch the cloth and he brought it to his nose, smelling your scent with a sort of wonder and amazement.

Then, to your great relief, he raised his hand, palm outward, as a show of his acceptance of your scent. If you accepted him as well, you would be mated.

But, the slamming sound of the stick shook you out of your celebrations. Alpha Price called up Alpha Garrick.

This was most unusual. Typically, only one Alpha had to agree. It wasn’t like you had much choice in the matter. Even if Alpha MacTavish’s scent did not stir your heart, you would still submit to him as expected. This was not a marriage of love but of convenience.

MacTavish looked back over his shoulder at Price, just as shocked as you were. His Omegas looked even more taken aback, strangely offended that you would not automatically join them. But, Alpha MacTavish returned the cloth to the box and made room for Garrick, disappointed and visibly confused.

Alpha Garrick opened the box and buried his face against The Cloth, breathing in once, twice, and then tasting the fabric, right in front of everyone. It was his right, but it was a little audacious.

His palm went up, high in the air, and his Omegas smiled and held each other’s hands, excited at your acceptance.

Another loud slam. Another rejection.

You may still end up with MacTavish or Garrick after negotiations, you remembered, but you were now wondering why Alpha Price had chosen to test you against all three of his men before making a decision. It was very odd. Alpha Roan looked greatly concerned.

Alpha Riley approached the altar, his gloved hands prying open the box, then, he lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his mouth and nose. The slightest murmur of shock rippled through the crowd. He bent to smell your scent, and he raised his hand in the air, signaling his acceptance before replacing his mask. You thought you caught the hint of a smile just before his pale lips disappeared beneath the skull plate again.

Slam! The stick pounded against the floor.

All of Clan 141 turned to look at Alpha Price at once. Your heart stopped. Why would he… Why would Alpha Price want to undergo The Cloth ritual himself? He had no Omega. Surely, he wouldn’t claim you now, not after what had happened. You watched Alpha Garrick’s Omegas. One of them stared at Alpha Price with wide, glossy eyes. You thought that it must be his prior candidate for a mate. She was afraid for you. They were all afraid.

All eyes were on Alpha Price as he approached the altar, and the entire theater was silent as he took The Cloth in his hands. He lay it out flat, in no rush, inspecting the wet stain that you had left for him, using his thumb to feel the fine, gold embroidery. Then, his eyes darted up to yours. He was the first one to look at you while he held The Cloth to his nose, that icy gaze making you tremble with anticipation.

You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t see what was stirring the crowd. There was a loud gasp and then an explosion of whispers. You looked around, trying to understand what was happening. Then, when he tucked The Cloth into his breast pocket, keeping you for himself, you saw it.

Long, red lines began to stain his skin like lightning. All of his veins tattooed themselves across his neck, and although his armor was covering his shoulders, you knew that the marks would be there as well.

Alpha Price had imprinted for you.

Then, he silenced the crowd by raising his right hand, palm up, staring at you the entire time.

You were whisked away, surrounded by your Watchers, hearing Alpha Roan’s voice behind you, sounding like protest, but you couldn’t make out the words. Compared to the initial silence, the area erupted in a shattering din, clans shouting and yelling over each other, the drama from the ritual dividing the people.

You thought you would be taken back to your tent, but you were brought to a large lake about five hundred yards from the theater. It was quiet again. No one was allowed to follow you here, it seemed.

Watcher Trinity tried to explain in a rushed whisper, helping you climb into a boat and rowing you out to the middle of the lake,

“There is a dispute for your claiming. Alpha Roan will negotiate new terms, and Clan 141 must decide who will be your Alpha. It will be alright, Omega. It’ll be alright.”

She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than you.

“What now?”

“Because there is not just one Alpha who has claimed you, they will undergo a ritual called The Trial. It is a fight; a test of will. Whichever Alpha can win will be granted the right to appeal to you first. If you reject him, then you will be given a chance to hear the appeal from the second.”

“So, it will be up to me, then?”

“Yes. Alpha Price has put the choice in your hands. Very odd, and not in our custom, but we must honor his wishes. You will wait here for the winner.”

You looked around. You were now in the middle of the lake, and there was a platform lingering just below the water. It was a wide stone block, about three meters wide in each direction. Watcher Trinity helped you out of the boat and you stepped tentatively onto the platform.

“Will you wait with me?” You asked, feeling the uncertainty and fear finally get the better of you.

“No, my Omega. I cannot. These waters are forbidden to Betas. Only Alphas and Omegas can touch it. Take this. It is your flare. If you are in trouble, if he tries to get to you, fire it high into the sky and we will rescue you. You can do this. I know you are strong. Wait patiently for your Alpha,” she paused, grabbing your hand, “I realize you are doing this for us, but please, follow your heart.”

“I will, Watcher.”

So, you waited. You meditated, standing in an inch of cool lake water as you tried to commune with the land around you. And you waited some more. Hours passed until, finally, you saw torches. Your Watchers lined one side of the lake, and they greeted the newcomers. Then, you saw him. Alpha Price was being stripped down by your Watchers. They took his weapons from him, and then his clothes, making him naked on the shoreline. He craned his neck, trying to look for you in the lake, but it was dark and you were dressed in black.

You could see him just fine, though. His huge body was covered in short, curly hair, dense and dark against his skin. His muscles bulged and popped as he peeled away his layers of clothing. They left his undergarments on, little more than a linen loincloth. Then, you saw your Watchers attach a huge, metal collar around his neck. They clamped it together with a padlock in the back, and a huge chain was attached at the latch.

They bound his hands, chaining them together, and then loaded him into the boat. They rowed toward you with his back facing the platform, and as he got closer, you saw his imprint markings, red and raised like jagged scars across his neck and shoulders. Your scent had marked him permanently. The welts would go down, and the red would fade, but it would always be there, evidence of his imprinting.

The boat reached you, and he climbed out of it, sitting on the opposite side of the platform from you, just far enough to be out of range for your scent.

His eyes found yours again, staring at you through your veil, finding your gaze with a natural ease. He held a small box in his hands, and you thought you saw the phantom of a smile across his lips as you looked over his face.

The boat rowed to shore, dragging the long chain all the way back, and you were alone with him. It was quiet for a long while. You were just staring at each other, studying each other, trapped in a silent battle.

You looked down at his hands, noticing for the first time his cut, bloody knuckles, and he saw the worry cross over your eyes.

“They’re fine,” he said quietly, “My men. If that’s what you were wondering.”

“But, you triumphed over them, clearly,” you replied, not trusting your own voice.

He chuckled a bit, sighing,

“I did.”

“You fought for me, then.”

The laughing stopped, and he lifted his chin, proudly,

“I did.”

“And you are here for my acceptance.”

He didn’t respond to your cue, but instead, he took the box in his hands and slid it across the platform, skittering it along the surface of the water, making little splashes as it landed in front of you.

You reached for it, opening it up to reveal a shining key.

“Throw it in the lake,” he commanded you, using his Alpha’s voice to bend your will.

It shocked you, and you were so close to obeying, but you stopped, cutting your eyes at him,

“What is this?”

“Throw. It. Omega.”

His voice seared through your blood, calling to you with old magic. You fought hard to keep your mind under your own control,

“Stop! Stop it. Tell me what this is, Alpha.”

“It unlocks my collar. Otherwise, if I make so much as a shift in your direction that they don’t like,” his head turned to look back toward your watchers, “They will pull me into the lake, and I will drown.”

“And if I unlock it…”

“Then, you will be my mate,” his tone turned vitriolic then, “And you will die.”

You let his words sink in, your curiosity overcoming your fear,

“You believe your knot cannot be taken.”

He spat back,

“My belief is not –”

“But, it’s not up to you,” you interrupted him, “Is it?”

The shock that washed over his bright eyes filled you with a sort of sick satisfaction. You should be afraid of him, but your roles were reversed out here on this rock, and you were holding him under your command.

“Toss that key, girl. MacTavish fought hard for you. He’ll care for you. He’s a good man.”

“Are you a good man?”

“No,” he growled, his eyes dropping to the water, examining the chains around his own hands, inspecting them for the bloodstains that he obviously thought should be there.

“I am here for my people, Alpha Price. I am not looking for a husband. I am a resource to be traded for other resources. My clan needs The Exchange. Our people are starving, and I –”

“I would not let them starve,” Price’s eyes shot back up, indignant that you would suggest that he would leave you and your clan without food or water.

You let yourself smile slightly, teasing him,

“Spoken like a good man.”

He twisted his lips over his teeth, but he stayed quiet. You continued to torment him,

“Why did you raise your hand for me?”

He sighed, sitting forward, sloping his shoulders toward you,

“I couldn’t help it. My Alpha…He…” He paused, searching for the words, “I could smell you through the box. I knew you from the moment I saw you walk through the arena. And when my men all raised their hands for you, I knew you would be accepted as our Clan Omega. You are mine in every way that matters. And I cannot have you.”

His voice was full of bitterness. You wanted to smell him. What were the chances that he was your true mate? One-sided imprinting was rare, but true mates were one in a million.

You stood, surprising him, and he jolted back, sitting up right. The chain around his wrists clattering. You looked over at the shoreline. Your Watchers held the long chain around his neck, heavy and sagging into the black water, ready to yank it tight if he lunged for you, if he fell prey to his Alphic instinct to breed you.

He watched you approach, seeing how the water rippled with every step you took, gazing upon the dripping silks that clung to your legs, devouring you with his eyes. You stopped in front of his crossed legs, Knowing that he could smell you now. Your pussy was shielded only with a few layers of silk, and you watched him flare his nose, sniffing you right in front of his face, blowing a slow exhale of air through his lips, making the organza billow between your legs.

“Can I smell your scent, Alpha?” You whispered, your voice slicing through the silence of the still lake.

His chains clattered as he twisted his head to look up at you, peeling his eyes away from your pretty pussy to meet your gaze. Then, he bent his head to one side, giving you his neck, showing you his scent gland, a sea of red stripes emanating from its center.

You bent over him, closing the gap, steadying yourself by laying a gentle hand on his huge shoulder. Then, you took a long pause and breathed him in. His scent swirled through your body, wrecking your other senses. It was only him. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Your Alpha. Your mate. Your true mate.

You felt the red marks of your imprint streak across your skin, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw them branch through your veins and across your gland just as his had done.

The click of a lock made his eyes flash back to you, and with that movement, his heavy collar tumbled into the lake, the drag of the chain singing as it scraped the side of the platform.

“What have you done, my Omega?” Price breathed.

It was the second time you’d been asked that question. Your response was still the same:

“I am doing what needs to be done, Master. I am giving myself to you, my true mate.”

The boats were in the water the moment the collar slipped from his neck. The Watchers were on you in moments, and Price’s Beta soldiers were there to collect him. You watched as they rowed you two apart, taking you back to your camps to prepare for the ceremony.

Your Watchers were in a rush. There were only a few hours until sunrise. Your wet robes were switched out for red ones, and a red veil adorned your head. Underneath, you were rubbed and painted and sprayed with oils, until finally, Watcher Trinity came forward with a bowl of salve. She had made it herself, you could tell. She cared for you so deeply.

“I trust you, Omega. I know you know what you’re doing. But, please take this. It will help your muscles relax for him, and it will make it easier to bring on your natural defenses.”

She was being coy, avoiding using the word to refer to your slick, knowing that you had your own method of calling it forth using your special power. But, you took it from her anyway, and after you were left alone again to meditate, you used two fingers to massage it into your hole, feeling its effects begin to warm you, making your flesh supple and pliant.

A hand curled around your tent flap, pulling it open. Instead of your Watcher, you saw one of Garrick’s Omegas. It was her, the one who had failed to take your Alpha’s knot.

She stepped inside,

“May I speak with you?”

You nodded, motioning for her to sit,

“Yes, but I’m afraid I already know what you are about to say.”

Her eyes widened,

“If you know, then why have you accepted this? Alpha MacTavish was his second. He is not to your liking? His Omegas are kind and –”

“No, they were all to my liking. I am eager to join your pack in whichever way I can, but Alpha Price is my true mate.”

You showed her your skin from under the red silks, knowing she could not see them through the red of the veil. She gaped at them,

“Your… true mate? He could… This could kill you, Omega. I don’t want to see you come to harm, and it would destroy him. I saw how he was after my accident. I nearly blamed myself for his deep sorrow.”

“I trust my training, Omega, and I am so grateful for your support, but he is my mate. What is meant to happen to me, will.” You stood with her, seeing your Watchers hovering just outside the tent, signaling them that you were ready to leave.

“Then, I trust you as well. The others are so excited to meet you. I wish you an easy path, and I hope your ceremony is just as you want it to be. After this, you will be our Clan Omega, and I will serve you until the end of my days.”

She kissed your cheek through your veil and left you to be delivered back to the altar.

For a long time, you had wondered if this final walk away from your pack would be a sad one. You expected every step to be filled with hesitation and fear. But, the only thing you felt was joy. Your mate awaited you at the end of this long path, and you were ready to submit to him. He was worthy of your strength, and he would help you deliver your people from danger. You would rule beside him, helping him use the 141 for good, eradicating the evil from your land.

The sun’s pink wash was rising out of the horizon line just as you reached the theater. The crowd was silent again, and you saw the pallor and shock painted on all of their faces. They were expecting a funeral instead of a feast. They had no idea why anyone would be so desperate as to sacrifice their only Omega to this Alpha, especially when it was not necessary. But, they didn’t realize that you were no prisoner. You were no one’s puppet. You were in charge, here, and your Alpha would breed you as you commanded him to.

Your Watchers led you to the altar, kissing your hands through the thin cloth as they passed you to take their seats near Clan Arlos, tears in their eyes and staining their cheeks, and finally, your clan Alpha approached you.

“Alpha Roan,” you greeted him.

“Little Omega,” he smiled, kissing your hands just as your Watchers had done. He didn’t need to, but it was his way of showing everyone that he trusted your choice, “I hope you know what you are doing.”

“I do,” you said, smiling at him through your red silk veil.

Then, Alpha Price’s men came through the center of the theater, each of them bending to kiss your hands. But, instead of the back of your knuckles, they turned them over to kiss your palms, a sign that they would accept what you had to give them. Alpha Riley was first, and he lifted his mask to show you his mouth and chin, his kiss warm and tender against your skin. Then, Alpha Garrick knelt down, placing multiple kisses along your fingers and wrists, displaying his loyalty and respect. Finally, Alpha MacTavish knelt before you, daring to whisper to you as he kissed your palms,

“Brave lass.”

You used your thumb to pet his lip, acknowledging his trust in you.

Then, it was time for the Omegas to join you. They approached as a unit, not individually as their Alphas had done, and they helped you lay on the altar, guiding your body back onto the marble platform. They pulled at your silks, allowing the crowd to see your naked body, painted in fine brushes of intricate gold designs, of prayers and songs of your people, their symbols adorning you from neck to toe. Finally, they began to kiss you, licking and sucking at your mouth like lovers, showing their devotion to you as their clan Omega.

As they kissed you, your skin began to flush hot, your body somehow knowing what was about to happen to you. The Omegas felt your fire against their lips, and they pulled your legs apart, each of them bending to lick and suck at your flower’s drooling petals, slurping and sucking up your creamy nectar. They were at your breasts, your neck, your belly, your hands and feet. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, shaking and trembling under their affection, yet moved by their deep loyalty. You knew you would be safe with them. They would care for you just as your clan had done.

Then, you heard the familiar slam of a longstaff. Your Alpha had arrived.

According to the ceremony, you were meant to be still and silent as a showing of your acceptance. If you moved or cried out in any way, you risked a clan war, as taking a mate without their consent was a dark offense. You had to prove to your people that you were here of your own free will, and even though you were feeling the static cling of apprehension beginning to worm its way into your chest, you tried to breathe through it, trusting your Alpha to lead you through this moment with his protective power.

Your legs were lowered to the stirrup-style rests that were carved just below the stone table, keeping your knees wide apart, allowing your pussy to drip openly, glistening with the beginnings of your slick. You calmed yourself as they left you alone, each of them kissing you softly once more to show their reverence.

Then, you heard the clatter of fallen armor. He was undressing, removing his warlord’s mantle and coming to you fully bare. You spotted him between the vee of your legs as he approached the dais, his imprint marks flushed a deep wine red, his body shining with the traditional oils, meant to give him another layer of aphrodisiacs, promoting his production of his seed, keeping his cock tall and hard.

But, you knew that your imprint on his gland would do more than all of their drugs combined. He would kill every last person in this arena to get to you at this point, and although you had consented to this joining, you were no longer controlling it. He would take you, no matter what.

Then, when he got close enough to your platform, you saw it. It was standing proudly against his thick, furry belly, dripping with precome and lubricants, glittering in the rising sun. His cock was immense. You had not practiced on one so large. And his knot was larger than your two fists pressed together. He was intact, and his foreskin was slipping down his flushed head, unable to contain the swelling glans. Your body threatened to quiver from your suspense, and you tried to move your mind into your meditative trance.

As he approached, he did not go straight for his position between your legs. Instead, he walked around the front of the marble platform and bent to look you in your eyes, leaning his head down for a deep, heady kiss. He fed you his tongue and suckled on yours, letting it writhe inside of his mouth, rubbing against his own probing muscle.

He pulled away to gaze upon you, his eyes soft and full of joy. You smiled up at him, watching as he enjoyed the rest of your body, caressing your breasts, admiring your paintings.

“Did my clan show you their loyalty, my Omega?”

“Yes, Master,” you answered quietly.

“Are you prepared for me to show you mine?”

“Yes, Master. I am,” you replied, giving him a brave face despite the absolute weapon that was slobbering for you against his belly. You wanted to taste it, but now was not the time.

He returned to the base of your platform, kneeling in front of your wet hole, bending to place his mouth against you. He began to suck, pulling your soft lips into his mouth like he was starving, lapping up the beginnings of your body’s fluids, moaning from the taste and the smell of your scent. You wanted to moan, you wanted to pin his head to your trembling quim, but you didn’t dare move a muscle or make a single sound. Breathing in, breathing out, letting the sparks of an orgasm rush through you, bringing tears to your eyes from holding back so much pleasure.

Your Watcher’s salve was almost too effective. It had made you pliant, but now you were beyond sensitive, able to feel the pound of your own heartbeat through your hole, desperate for something to press inside of you. You needed his cock.

But, he did not give it to you. He just sucked and sucked and sucked, and his fingers began to rub along the entrance of your slippery hole, pressing down on your pussy’s walls, testing their strength. You fluttered for him, just like your Watchers had taught you, and you felt him stumble in his movements, shocked by your power.

He stood between your legs, his face and beard soaking from his meal, letting you drip off of his chin like a messy hound drinking from a river. Then, to test your resolve, he teased you with a little bit of meanness, stepping forward to let his cock lay along your body, measuring himself on the outside of you. He reached far beyond your navel, his lubed phallus warm and heavy, his knot resting in the softness of your folds, and you could feel him throbbing for you.

You didn’t dare move, but you wanted to cradle his cock in your hands, to rub up and down his length, to feel the smoothness of his head and the firmness of his knot. But, you stayed stock still, showing the crowd that you would not waver. There was some soft chittering from the clans, the shock at his size obviously enough to break onlookers out of their respectful quiet.

Then, he began notching his head at the entrance of your pussy, letting the tip slide up and down your tight ring of muscles that guarded your entrance.

“Last chance, Omega. Call it off. Cry out, and my own men will cut me down,” he bade you under his breath, having a hard time holding his words and sentences together, his voice shaking in his throat.

You looked up at him with closed lips, making a point to give him a soft smile as a response.

No deal.

You pulsed your muscles again, making your pussy lap up his sloppy precome like a little mouth, watching as he was torn apart by your action, no matter how minor.

So, without any other choice, he fed himself into you. It was a fearsome experience, at first. You weren’t sure if you could actually handle him. But, you breathed through the stress, relaxing your body, finding that deep, secret place inside of you, making your slick drop down for him, flooding your hole to welcome him in.

The confusion that painted his face was so satisfying. He couldn’t understand the sheer warmth and comfort he was experiencing. His cock was being sucked into you, deeper and deeper, and finally, you felt his knot.

He pulled all the way out of you, and sheathed himself all the way back in, always reaching to that one spot, just above his bulbous anchor, and then starting his process over again. Each time his cock fucked its way through your body, humping himself into you, creamy, milking noises filled the quiet, open-air arena. The whole ensemble could hear him invading your hole, the lurid slap of skin on skin loud and unashamed.

His phallus was large enough to rub against your most sensitive spot over and over, bullying it into producing more and more slick, making you come just by dragging his heavy cockhead over it, in and out, in and out, pounding into you with almost reckless need.

You came for him, and your body began to shiver from the overwhelming bliss, but you held your voice. You tried to still yourself, not wanting to show weakness, but there was nothing you could do. You were shattered by his cock, coming over and over again. It was an endless wave. You had no idea where one started and the other stopped.

You could taste blood in your mouth from biting the inside of your cheek. Still, you pushed through it, testing yourself with every push and pull of your body.

His huge hands pawed at your hips and breasts, squeezing you, watching your plump flesh jiggle with every cruel strike of his hips. Your Alpha took your own slick and began to rub it all over your skin, swirling it around your nipples, letting it smear across your belly from his palm. Then, he painted himself, taking it from your well-fucked hole and rubbing it across his scent gland, down his chest, matting his hair with your wetness.

Then, you felt his precome begin to pump out of him. You knew it had begun because this was when your slick was meant to wash through you, but there was no space for anything else. So, it began to pour out of you and over his knot. Every time he pushed it against your body, it threatened to slip into your hole, and you were filled with a twisted excitement, ready for it to be stuck inside of you, to churn and grind against your insides, to trap you in a blinding, rageful bliss. You nearly cried out from the heavy want you felt in your chest.

“You ready for my knot, pretty Omega?” He growled, no longer speaking to you softly. There was no gentleness left within him.

He shoved you back across the dais, climbing up onto it with you, breaking every protocol by doing so, but knowing there wasn’t a single other Alpha in attendance who would do anything about it unless you asked them to. But, he trusted you, lifting himself above you, bringing his face to your face, kissing you and beginning to lick your scent gland, making you see stars.

Would he really bite you right here in front of all these people while you were about to take his knot? It was beyond intimate. Not only was it private, but it was dangerous. It was when an Alpha was most vulnerable. The audacity of this man shook you to your core.

“Bite me, Omega. Please take me. Claim me as yours, sweetheart. Show them that you are mine. My Omega.”

His voice was ragged and deep, a hoarse purr of commands, all of which you were happy to obey. You began to lick his neck, putting your mouth over his gland as you began to suck at the round swell of flesh. Then, just as you canted your hips, feeling his knot slip inside of you, shoving and burying itself within the tight sheath of your pussy, you used your muscles to yank him the rest of the way in, and you bit down on his neck, hard, your body seizing from a hard, ruthless orgasm. .

You heard the crack of his gland, and you felt him sink his fangs into yours, the pain and the pleasure mixing within you like a drug, his cock firing rope after rope of searing hot come into your belly, flooding your womb with his spend. He pulled his mouth away and stared into your eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his face full of disbelief,

“My love…”

You kissed him, taking his lip into yours, suckling on it, trying to guide him back down from his tantric high. He was struggling above you, stuck deep inside of you, unable to stop himself from dumping heavy loads of his come into your body, his cock pulsing and throbbing with each burst of his cream.

He rested his head on your neck, returning his mouth to your gland, and every time he licked it, now, you felt your pussy twist around him, threatening to slam you with another orgasm. You licked him, too, hearing him cry out against your skin, feeling the mirror of your sensations, his heavy phallus jerking as you sucked on his broken gland.

Finally, he was able to rock back and forth, letting his knot slip out of you before popping it back inside, fucking you with it just like he did with his cock. He twisted his hips forward, driving into you with all of his strength, and then he would pull himself back out, the swell of his knot increasing with each thrust until, on the last thrust, he was finally trapped, unable to remove himself from your core.

Now, though, it was your turn. You began to use your muscles to push and pull him from the inside, fucking him like a sleeve of smooth, soaked warmth, jerking his shaft up and down with your insides.

“Oh, fuck…” He whispered, not expecting your skills to be so advanced, but you had trained hard for this moment. You weren’t about to let it go to waste.

You moved him inside of you, letting his knot take the brunt of your efforts, squeezing it like a fruit, making sure all of his juice melted into your skin. You made him come like this again, using the salve that your Watcher had given to you as an advantage, knowing that the heightened sensitivity you felt was now being passed on to him. He filled you up, his knot plugging your hole, preventing any of his seed from leaking out, and your tummy was swollen from his load, round and full for everyone to see.

He sat up on his heels, looking down at you with his eyes full of adoration and wonder, watching your strong abdominals clench and twist as you used them to help you work inside of yourself, edging him over and over before pulling him down into the depths of another hard come with you.

His hands went to the bulge of fluid in your belly, most of it flooding into your womb, unable to escape anywhere else. Your Alpha caressed your skin, marveling at the fullness. Then, he looked down at your stretched hole, playing with your clitorus that had been forced out from under its hood due to the sheer size of his knot, all of your skin bowing around it and pulled tight.

Your Alpha forced you to come like this, milking him hard, trying not to make a sound but giving away your mind-bending pleasure with shaking, whimpering breaths.

“That’s a good Omega. So full of my come.”

You smiled up at him, enjoying the full feeling of his come inside of you. But, you were losing your strength, and he could feel it. Alpha Price leaned over you again, grinding himself down into you and helping you reach one last orgasm, pulling himself along with you, squirting the last of his spend into your pussy. Then, he carefully twisted his cock out of you, watching the gush of his come coat the marble platform, dripping out of you and down the sides of the dais.

You were so empty and weak, but you were being lifted, cradled in his arms, and the whole arena burst into revelrous applause. The feast had begun, but not for you. You would be in your Alpha’s tent, and there you would remain until he bred you, making sure that you were laden with his cub, sharing food and drink with him in bed while you were stuck on his knot, traditionally until sunset when you would be presented to the clans as the new Apex Omega, destined to rule beside him forever.

“Are you done being quiet, my Omega?”

“Yes, Master,” you whispered, nestling into his broad chest.

“Good,” he smiled, “I need to hear you scream for me.”

“And I need my Alpha to breed me. I need your knot again, Master. Don’t pull it out.”

“I’m at your command, my love,” he smiled, planting a kiss on your temple, smearing his own salve across your swollen flesh, working his cock until he was hard again.

When you felt his knot for the second time, you knew you had made the right choice. Your people were safe, and so were you. You weren’t sure if it was the high of your claiming or the truth that you felt in your heart, but you were eager to be dripping with his come every night. Trapped underneath your Alpha was right where you belonged, knotted and full of his love.

Seriously, send help. I was too ashamed to even reread it for typos. I'm so sorry.

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