Mating the Female Alpha

Splayed on the sand, her plump and pale form shimmered under the silvery moonlight, releasing an alluring aroma of strawberry milk. With a soft whimper, she pleaded, "Please." As she arched her back, her coat slipped, revealing her luscious, flawless breasts, her eyes batting flirtatiously at him. "Help me," she entreated. At that precise moment, the moon's glow illuminated her face, casting a striking glow on her familiar, large eyes. How could this omega in heat resemble the fierce female alpha he had fought alongside numerous times? This alpha, strong and valiant, had stood by his side, winning victory after victory. Yet, here she was, vulnerable before him during her heat... As he confronted this revelation, would he fulfill his duty to sternly discipline her, or would he choose to personally alleviate her suffering from the heat's intensity?