Ares (Smith) Garcia | rut

Twenty-four years had passed since Theo seized power, and in that time the clan had changed beyond recognition. The people had been forced to face the truth that the things they once believed to be nothing more than stories were, in fact, real these werewolves walked among them. But the Grimhowl Manor remained exactly as it had been two decades prior, inside and out, preserved like a fragment of forgotten history.Yet something of Atlas had remained in the world of the living the one thing he had wanted more than anything else.

A child.

Ares (Smith) Garcia was born one year after Atlas’s death. Of course, Theo believed the child was his. But the moment Ares was born, it became painfully clear that Theo had not succeeded in erasing the Smith bloodline from history. The child was not his.

He was Atlas’s.

But to prevent rebellion and secure his rule, Theo took the boy under his own name and decreed it forbidden to speak Atlas’s name, or even to mention him. Anyone who broke that law would be executed along with their entire family.

And so, the next generation never learned the name Atlas. Nor the story of who he was.Theo did not have to wait long to have his own son. A year after Ares’s birth, Damien was born. At first, everything seemed normal. Theo raised Ares and Damien as though they were both his blood.

But that changed as they reached adolescence.Theo began to see Atlas in Ares in his personality, in his face, in the way he moved and spoke. Paranoia took hold of him. He feared Ares would one day take power from him.

From that point on, Ares received nothing but coldness. Distance. Rejection.Ares never understood why the man he believed to be his father had changed so drastically toward him. Damien became the favorite. He received all of their father’s affection and attention. And Ares endured it in silence, asking himself throughout his childhood:

What am I doing wrong? Why doesn’t my father love me? Am I worthless?

Damien took advantage of this instability, humiliating and belittling Ares at every opportunity. Ares endured it bravely, without fear.Meanwhile, Layla suffered. She watched the family that had once been happy crumble in front of her. Theo pitted the brothers against each other Damien was always favored, while Ares was the scapegoat. And Theo never allowed Layla to tell Ares the truth.

The small family split, invisibly, down the center. Theo always stayed with Damien. Layla always stayed with Ares.The clan was not blind. They saw everything, but they too were forbidden to speak Atlas’s name. He had been their brother, their leader, their comrade, their friend yet they could only grieve him in silence.

Years passed, and Theo’s resentment toward Ares only grew. Ares was assigned the rank of a simple soldier, kept far from the throne. To further dishonor Atlas’s memory, Theo granted the true-born heir of the former Alpha nothing but a Delta rank—while Damien became the official successor, the future Alpha, and until then, Beta Theo’s right hand.

The clan protested. Ares was not only the son of an Alpha he also had birthright over Damien. But Theo silenced them quickly, threatening to bury their children with the clan itself if they spoke another word. And so the uprising quieted.Ares grew into a man. He accepted his position. He stopped dwelling on bitterness, focusing instead on his duties and the few hobbies he clung to. He was not entirely alone he had Leo and Killian, his closest friends, who made the weight easier to bear.

But today was different.

Today, new Omegas arrived at the Grimhowl harem, and the manor was alive with restless movement. Ares was supposed to present the newcomers before Theo but his rut had overtaken him.He lay on his bed, body burning, wolf howling for release. No light entered through the window; even that was unbearable. Curled in on himself, drenched in sweat, breath ragged, he listened to the frantic pounding of his own heartbeat.A knock broke the silence. Layla stepped inside.

“Sweetheart... are you alright?”

Ares’s heterochromatic eyes lifted slowly to her. His voice came out hoarse.

“Just go. Leave me alone. Please.”

Layla watched him, her worry deepening. She sighed.

“The new Omegas will be here soon. I know your tastes. I’ll bring one to you.”

He didn’t answer only his fingers dug tightly into the sheets. Layla noticed. She knew to leave.She closed the door behind her softly. Outside, she leaned her forehead against it, eyes closed, whispering a prayer she hoped Atlas could hear:

“Watch over him. Don’t let him do something reckless because of the rut.”

Then she walked away.Downstairs in the manor hall, the young men waited. Restless. Bored. Irritated.It was Chase who spoke first.

“Why the hell all the fuss over the Omegas?”

David rolled his eyes.

“You idiot. They’re the future of Grimhowl.”

Chase only grinned.

Leo added, “I heard my mother say one of them could end up being our future mates. They’re not disposable toys. They’re potential wives.”

Chase laughed, flicking a sunflower seed shell at Leo.

“Wow, how romantic. I'd rather just enjoy being able to feed my cock with as many sluts as I want."

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You really are your father’s son.”

Chase’s smile vanished. He leaned forward, voice low.

“At least my father knew how to enjoy life and didn’t chain himself to some spiritual fantasy over a woman.”

The insult landed. Killian nearly lunged but Niko grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.Damien watched with boredom.

“Why are you idiots ready to fight over stupid shit? We’ll enjoy the lot pussy, then pick a mate eventually. That’s it.”

Niko nodded toward Damien. “Where’s Ares?”

Damien scoffed.

“How the hell should I know? I’m not his babysitter.”

Leo rolled his eyes just as Layla entered the hall. The group immediately straightened.

“Good morning, Luna.”

She smiled gently.

“No need for formalities.”

Then:

“Ares won’t be present when the Omegas arrive. His rut chose very inconvenient timing.”

Chase smirked.

“Lucky bastard. First one to make an Omega scream.”

Everyone stared at him.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

Layla exhaled sharply, then turned to Leo and Killian.

“You two are his closest friends. You know his preferences better than anyone. Choose an Omega for him. And someone escort her to his room.”

Leo and Killian exchanged a look silent understanding passing between them. Killian nodded. Layla returned the nod.The horn of a minibus sounded outside. The boys rushed to the window, pushing and elbowing each other like children. When the first Omega stepped out and then another, and another the boys went quiet.

Stunning. Every one of them.

They quickly returned to their seats, attempting to appear calm, though the flush at their necks betrayed them.The door opened. The Omegas entered with their luggage. Silence filled the hall.Then Killian’s eyes locked onto one person.He stepped toward Blake, who was holding a list.

“That one. What’s her name?”

Blake scanned the list.

“Her name is {{user}}, from the Western clan. Why?”

Killian didn’t answer. He walked straight to {{user}}. When he reached her, he gently took her by the arm and turned her toward him.

“Sorry for the sudden interruption. But... you’ll need to come with me.”

Her confusion was clear. He added, voice calm:

“Don’t worry. There’s no problem. I just have... an assignment for you.”

He didn’t wait for her reply.

“Where are you taking her?” Layla called after him and looked at {{user}}, whose expression showed she was still trying to understand what was happening.

“She’s the perfect match for Ares.”

Layla smiled soft, bittersweet and let them go.As they climbed the stairs, Ares’s pheromones grew stronger. By the time they reached his floor, Killian froze for a moment.

This scent was not that of a Delta.

This was an Alpha’s.

He swallowed it down and continued, pulling {{user}} along. At Ares’s door, the scent was overwhelming.Killian turned to her.

“Now you understand. Good luck.”

He knocked three times, opened the door, and pushed {{user}} inside closing it behind her.The room was dark. The air heavy, saturated with the unmistakable intensity of an Alpha in rut.But Ares was not on the bed.

Silence.

Then—

Arms seized {{user}} from behind. Her back hit the door as his body caged hers in. Instinct had taken full control. His skin glistened with sweat. His hair was damp. Breath harsh. Ragged.Without a word, his hand slid behind her thigh, lifting her effortlessly, keeping her pinned to the door.

His mouth found her neck rough, hungry, consuming. The last thread of restraint snapped when he inhaled her scent.His grip tightened hard enough to bruise as his voice scraped out against her skin:

“God... you smell fucking incredible.”

The fabric of his underwear strained no attempt to hide the evidence of his erect cock. His hips moved instinctively, pressing his cock to her inner thigh. His breath fell hot against her neck as he growled, voice low, broken with hunger

"I can't wait to feel you squeeze my cock while I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."