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Overprotective hormones

Chapter 2: Going into rut isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds

Summary:

Last chapter our omega met a rude old lady and a helpful alpha when he went to the park with the pack's baby.
Afterwards, he went into heat. Fucking hormones, right?

Notes:

This chapter is rather short, sorry. But the next couple of chapters will be longer, promise.

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Chapter Text

The omega looks at me with wide, green eyes and I get the urge to just take him home with me and protect him – okay, and maybe fuck him - forever.
Of course I do nothing of the sort because I’m not a fucking animal even though I am an alpha.

I can smell his thankfulness that slowly replaces the panic in his scent. The anxiety is still there.
I don’t care. Every emotion he has smells utterly lovely to me.
I do care that he’s not feeling well, though.

His beautiful eyes vanish out of my sight when he bows his head, making it clear that he respects me as a superior.
I’m a little sad about that, but at least his hair is equally gorgeous as his eyes.

I don’t understand how grandmother could insult it mere minutes ago.
‘I’m sorry for my grandmother.’, I tell him. ‘Please, go home before anything else happens.’

He nods and takes off quickly and I curse myself. I don’t even know his name!
I shake my head. What would I do with his name? He smelled like he’s part of a pack and he had a baby with him. I have no business finding out who he is whatsoever.

I turn and flee into the opposite direction before the alpha in me starts to win and I chase and kidnap the omega.
I can feel grandma stare at me, but she doesn’t say anything, while she tries to keep up with my quick steps.

I thought the feeling would weaken when I can’t smell the omega anymore, but his scent is still lingering in my nose when we get home.
I feel very high-strung and I’m out of breath even though I didn’t walk that fast.

Father comes out of his office and I incline my head to him.
‘What’s wrong with you?’, he asks me and grandmother answers for me. ‘Some impolite little omega whore got him into a rut.’

I spin around to her and growl. She just raises her brows at me.
Father sighs. ‘Go to your room, boy. You can get it out of your system there or I drive you to the brothel.’
I run into my room and soon lie on the bed and jerk off. I don’t want to go to the brothel. Father made me go there when I had my first official rut and it’s just sick.

All this omegas that are in a chemically induced heat all the time and I was too weak to be able to resist them and felt very ashamed of myself afterwards.
The thought makes my still my hand for a second.
I haven’t been I a rut since then. I've been playing with the thought that it was the horrible experience that just somehow differed my sense of smell so I didn’t find most omegas attractive.

But maybe I’m just one of the alphas with a special taste. Well, that’s good then. It makes the chance of meeting an omega that makes me go into this state close to nil.
And I was able to control myself and not just grab him then and there so I know I’ll be able to control myself in the future, too. I’m a little proud of myself and smile.

Then I realize that I hear my father and grandmother talk in the kitchen. As always, I’m not sure if they just don’t care that I can hear them or forgot about it.
Grandma recounts what happened in the park but of course in her story she’s setting a perfectly decent example while the omega is behaving like a wild dog.
She tells my father that he was the ugliest thing she’s ever seen with his red hair and his build and I almost stand up to defend him.

‘Red hair you say?’, Father repeats and something in his voice makes me pause.
‘Yes, yes, he was a ginger Omega. Have you ever heard of something like that?’, grandma tells him excitedly.

‘Was he around Marco’s age?’, Father asks and I guess grandma nods, because I can’t hear her answer.
‘And the baby was his?’, father asks and I stop breathing to hear grandmother’s reply.
She seems to pout. ‘How should I know? He behaved obsessive enough and he pushed the pram. But he didn’t say it was his.’

They are interrupted by the phone. Father answers it.
‘Is he, now?’, he says amused. ‘I figured. - No, no, I’ll be there shortly and then I’ll tell you about it.’

He yells through the door that he’s going to visit a patient. I’m to behave and be polite to my grandmother. I decide to stay in my room.
I imagine the intense green eyes and how he hissed at my grandmother and jerk off until my penis feels raw.

Notes:

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