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“Would you fuck an Omega if you had the chance?”

It’s silent for a moment, the question posed aloud to a group of almost entirely alphas or slated to be alphas. Mikasa and Connie the only two who haven’t presented yet. Although if Mikasa’s family name has anything to say about it, her class as an alpha is almost 100% assured.

Jean is the one who asks and slowly, everyone in the group mumbles out a small reply, too ashamed by their obvious answers to be loud about it.

Omegas are rare, very rare these days and they’re highly coveted, the opportunity just to be in one’s presence is a privilege most alphas would fight for. So of course, the answer to the question is obvious, she doesn’t even know why Jean asked. Even Mikasa would take the opportunity if it were presented to her.

The group mumbles out their ‘yes’s’, Annie, Connie, Jean, even Reiner, although he blushes rather brightly in the light of the bar. Eren is the only one to object, and he does so with such gusto from next to her, she almost flinches, his voice booming comparatively.

“No way,” he says it coolly and with absolute confidence.

Jean looks at him in disbelief and Mikasa doesn’t disagree with her friend’s incredulity.

Indeed, it is ridiculous, one does not simply resist the call of an omega and for Eren to so arrogantly say he would is laughable. It’s so very Eren she really shouldn’t be surprised, to reject his own instinctive nature in favour of his ideals is classic Eren.

Jean, however, calls him out on it, irritated by Eren’s fake bravado, “You’re fucking lying Yeager, you’d be whipped just like the rest of us, you wouldn’t resist. I think we all remember what it was like when Historia presented.”

Eren turns a bit red because even he had briefly succumbed to the wiles of her heat, had spent a few days locked at home to avoid being close enough to scent the blonde omega.

“That’s different!”

“It’s not, you’d 100% fuck an omega if you had the chance, stop lying to yourself Eren, you’re exactly like the rest of us.”

Eren sputters, affronted, “No, I wouldn’t I’d—”

Jean raises a brow, leaning in over the table to stare his friend down, expectant and Eren sighs, giving in.

“Fine, if given the opportunity,” Eren says it very conditionally, “I’d spend a heat or two with one.”

Connie hoots, slapping the table and Jean is all to smug about his victory, leaning back into his seat, bringing his beer to his lips. 

“But!” Eren says, halting everyone’s cheers, “I’d never mate one.”

“Liar!” Jean sings and Eren looks like he’s about to challenge the sandy-haired boy to a fist fight but before he can, Annie interrupts, “Why not Eren?

“Because they’re not free, it wouldn’t be real.”

It’s quiet for a moment as everyone contemplates the statement… because he’s not necessarily wrong. In most cases omegas choose the best mate they can find, and not necessarily someone they actually care for. They choose quickly and decisively so as to avoid any forced matings. Mikasa honestly doesn’t blame them, werewolves, alphas especially can be violent in getting what they want, especially when their instincts take over.

Eren shoots a brief glance in her direction as he continues, silver eyes catching jade before he looks away quickly, “I think I’d only ever mate another alpha, at least that way I’d know it was all their choice, that they wanted me for me. Omegas are too bound by their instincts, and I don’t think I’d want someone so needy anyway. Sex gets old after a while.”

Jean rather aggressively throws a fry at him, “Get off your high horse Yeager, if you were lucky enough for a pretty omega girl to approach you, which you’re not, there’s no way. An omega would be wasted on you. But! If an omega girl approached you, you’d sure as shit be into it, you’d probably have her marked and mated the next day if you could even last that long.”

Eren protests while everyone else laughs at him, “I would not! I’ll have you know I have my eye on someone else anyway,” his eyes slip briefly to her form once again and Mikasa looks around behind her curiously, what is he looking at?

Jean scoffs, “You’re an idiot, now stop talking out of your ass and come play a game of pool with me like a man.”

Eren follows Jean to the pool table, cursing the entire time, and Mikasa can only smile into her drink, her tummy fluttering.

Eren only wants an alpha, probably someone strong, fit, smart. She thinks she could definitely fit that description.

It’s perfect, she will present as an alpha soon and if Mikasa Ackerman has anything to say about it, she will be Eren’s mate.

Mikasa genuinely doesn’t know what to do with herself the day she turns twenty, a late bloomer.

Should she hide it? Is it even worth attempting to hide her new status from an entire pack of werewolves? Is it worth using scent blockers? Will someone question her?

She is supposed to be an alpha, she’s an Ackerman, it’s almost synonymous with the alpha class. In her own family history, she has never known a single one of her family members to be classed as anything but an alpha. It’s insane.

They mate alphas, they breed other alphas, they bear children that are… alphas.  

It doesn’t make any sense.

She’s been counting on this, counting on it forever, counting on it to finally make Eren hers.

He’d presented months ago, an alpha as expected from the hotheaded boy, and ever since, the girls have been trailing after him like lost puppy dogs, trying to entice him into allowing them to be his first rut partner. Her time was already ticking, his rut would come soon, probably sometime in the summer if she had to guess, it’s never long after the first presentation.

She’d hoped by then she could have claimed him, an alpha herself and an Ackerman. No one refused an Ackerman alpha, didn’t matter whether you were a boy or a girl, it was like being asked to join royalty. Levi, her uncle was pseudo pack leader whenever Erwin wasn’t around, they were strong and powerful, leaders. Their genetics, and overall superiority in every aspect made them prime mates, and aside from all the genetic advantages, the Ackermans were known for being a good family, with little drama.

She’d planned it all out, there was no way Eren would refuse.

Except now, now he might refuse.

An Omega.

Ackerman genetics or not, now she was a lowly omega, her status meant nothing in pack politics, she wouldn’t be good for anything other than sitting pretty and popping out kids like most omegas did. They didn’t really fight or engage in pack politics. Thankfully, they didn’t necessarily have to become mothers like they were forced to once upon a time. Although, most of them did, that was neither here nor there. But overall, being an Omega wasn’t something to aspire towards, not what young werewolves dreamed about when they were little kids.

Omegas were a class to be protected, a hot commodity and of extremely high value. Their class wasn’t as common and bountiful as it once was, so although they weren’t forced into pregnancy and bearing as many children as they could, they didn’t have the most freedoms. It was highly frowned upon for them to stray too far from pack territory at least without someone to chaperone them.

It was dangerous, lone wolves could claim them, take advantage, and it wouldn’t matter how hard she fought, she would be subdued by an alpha. No amount of brute strength and Ackerman genetics could stop it.

And therein lies the problem with being an Omega, the innate urge to submit to other werewolf classes, specifically alphas and to do so without question or hesitancy.

Numbly, Mikasa drops back to her bed, eyes shut tight as she holds back the tears.

It’s all over now, Eren would never love her, not like this, not as a lowly omega. She was useless to him, she wasn’t strong or powerful like she’d always been before, none of her physical prowess would matter when her head was bowed to the nearest alpha, to whoever claimed her first.

Trapped, like a caged bird, and as Eren so kindly put it all those months ago in the bar, she wasn’t free.

She bites her lip brutally as she considers it, the other looming problem with being an omega: the claiming.

How many men would fight over who got to claim the newest omega during her first heat, she was safe from no one. Although to some degree Mikasa had a choice in the matter, it wasn’t much. There was such a thing as forced matings, all it would take was one bite, someone to sink their jaws into her neck and it would be over.

Historia, the most recent omega to present had barely gotten out without a forced mark. Her first heat driving the male werewolves of their pack mad with the desire to have her, her sweet omega scent calling to them in a way nothing else had. Even her own friends had succumbed, Jean pleading with Mikasa to help keep him away from her, he didn’t want to be a part of the constant fights that came with the new scent of an omega. How many male werewolves had been patched up at the infirmary after duelling each other for Historia’s perceived hand? Her blonde friend had gotten away only by finally having Ymir mark her pre-emptively, they hadn’t been ready to mate yet, but it had been the only way to stop the chaos.

And yet through it all, Eren had remained mostly immune, her final nail in the coffin. Eren Yeager, the only boy she’d ever wanted, the one she’d planned to confess to as soon as she’d presented as an alpha. And now that she was an omega, he was the singular exception to werewolf nature. Of course, he’d reacted a little, especially those first few days of the blonde’s heat, like everyone else, he’d tried to keep himself away, telling her it was a call on his instincts that was difficult to resist. However, after a few days, he’d gotten over it by sticking mysteriously close to Mikasa. He told her that her own smell masked the scent of the Omega, and after that Eren had gone mostly back to normal. No longer a slave to the call of a sweet omega during their heat. He’d confided in her after that he hated the antiquated ideas and instincts of the alpha class, how ridiculous and dumb it was to want to fuck a girl just because of their class.

At the time, Mikasa had been happy, pleased that her future mate would be worthy of an Ackerman alpha, just the same as when he’d professed at the bar months later. She’d dreamed of how they’d get married, he’d take her last name and he’d be a part of the strongest bloodline in their pack, in the werewolf community actually. She’d stand next to him, his loving wife, proud to finally have him claimed as her own, other women would wish for her place by his side.

She lets out a broken little sob as she considers it, because there’s no way now, no way she’s going to get him, he doesn’t love her and she knows it, he’s never shown any interest. He’s disgusted by Omegas, their lack of freedom from their instincts, and he doesn’t love her. She has absolutely no chance, nothing to tie her to him, to entice him into a mating, nothing.

Her chest heaves with every hiccup because Eren isn’t even her biggest problem, there’s also her family to contend with: Kenny, Levi, their impending disappointment in her class presentation, how the rest of the pack will react.

She has probably a month until her first heat and she doesn’t know what the hell she’s going to do.

“You’re an omega,” Levi states it like a fact, little judgement in his voice as he sits at the breakfast table, looking at her over his cup of tea, eyes keen. It’s the same place her father used to sit when she was little, used to read the newspaper while her mother pestered him to chat, and he complained he wasn’t a morning person.

Unfortunately, it’s not a vision she’s seen in a long time, not since her parents died in a freak accident all those years ago, a car accident that had gone into the river, and they’d drowned, unable to get out.

But still, Levi does a good job acting the part of her father, calm, cool, giving nothing away as he examines her.

“Yes,” Mikasa whispers in shame, stirring her spoon around her bowl of cereal, pushing at now mushy cheerios. For an Ackerman, being an Omega is like a death sentence, it just doesn’t happen, and she can’t imagine how socially ostracized she’s going to be within the pack. It’s that, or she’ll have men clamouring after her like they did with Historia, except it’ll be about a hundred times worse because she’s an Ackerman. A perfectly breedable Ackerman with no other value to them.

The thought makes her sick with revulsion.

Levi continues to sip his tea in silent judgement of her and it hurts that she doesn’t know what he’s thinking, can’t tell what’s behind her cousin’s icy grey eyes, a similar colour to her own, but with a bluer hue.

Finally, he puts her out of her misery, “We’re not telling anyone until you’re mated.”

Mikasa drops her spoon, the silver instrument falling back into her bowl with a splash and a clatter, “How exactly are we going to hide it? It’s not like I can just put on a hat Levi! It’s my class, I can’t exactly fake being an alpha until I find a nice guy to mate with for the rest of my fucking life.”

Levi lets out an irritated sound, “Relax brat, I have a plan.”

Mikasa stares at him in stunned silence, a plan, a fucking plan, there’s no way they can hide this, it’s not possible.

“Levi, this is my life,” she grits out, she can’t risk this for some stupid fucking plan. They should be going to Erwin, finding her somewhere safe to stay so she can figure it out, doing damage control, not some crazy ridiculous plan.

Levi snaps, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth in anger, and finally, she sees the true depth of his emotion on the topic, “You think I don’t know that brat, you think I haven’t been worrying about it since this morning when I walked by your room?”

Levi’s concern is both comforting and terrifying all at once. It’s nice that he genuinely cares, but the extent of his feelings also belies how dangerous the situation is, how risky it could become if it gets out.

“Sorry,” Mikasa mumbles and Levi sighs, “I’m sorry too kid, this isn’t what any of us had hoped.”

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, “I thought the worst thing I’d have to worry about was the Yeager kid joining the family.”

Mikasa cracks a smile at that, but it’s forced, pained because now that will never happen.

“Well, now you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

Levi’s brows furrow and he sets his teacup down, a rare moment of genuine paternal concern, “Mikasa why would you say that, there’s no reason—”

Whatever else he’s going to say is lost as Hanji enters the kitchen and Mikasa can feel her practically vibrating with energy behind her.

“Four-eyes don’t say—”

It’s too late, Hanji is already settling herself next to Mikasa, her chair scraping across the marble with an angry sound that makes Levi hiss as she clamours to sit next to her niece.

“The first recorded Ackerman Omega, Mikasa you’re a wonder, like the Holy Grail.”

“Four eyes,” Levi barks warningly and Hanji shoots him a glare in response.

At least someone is excited about her presentation, even if it is only to experiment on her.

Their stare-down ends in an abrupt argument about Levi’s beloved white marble flooring that Hanji claims as usual looks like the floors of an insane asylum, and Mikasa dips her spoon back into her cheerios numbly.

She’d promised Eren a ride to their university today, it’s not too far from pack territory and usually, they carpool, today is Eren's turn to drive.

The pit in the bottom of her stomach grows, she can’t bear his reaction, maybe she should call him and fake sick?

Her wallowing is interrupted by more yelling as Levi shoos Hanji out into the hall to get something.

“What is she doing?”

“You’ll find out,” Levi tells her ominously as he starts to clean up his breakfast, moving over to the sink, slippers sticking to the floor with every step.

It all feels like a movie outside herself, an out-of-body experience, a bad dream she can’t escape. She pinches herself as Hanji re-enters the room, but it’s all still painfully real.

Her aunt rather aggressively slaps a large bottle of pills down in front of Mikasa’s face, jarring the table a bit and Levi looks like he’s about to have a bird, possible damage to his beloved oak table.

“Extra strength suppressants?” Mikasa questions as she reads the label on the pills, “Aren’t these like a little illegal?”

“Oh yes, definitely,” Hanji tells her matter-of-factly, “You only get a prescription if you’re a really strong alpha and your scent interferes with other people, I actually stole these from Erwin. They’re even more illegal because I modified them. If you take those no one will know your class, no way, I’ve tried them before, and they work like a charm.”

Mikasa stares curiously at the little white pill bottle, about to touch it before Hanji snaps it up, looking it over for herself, “Actually I’m not quite sure of your dosage though, I modified them for reconnaissance use in other packs, other supernatural ventures, you know, but your body composition is a bit different than mine, and your metabolism…” she begins muttering to herself, taking pills out of the bottle and placing them on the table, little pink tablets Mikasa will be expected to take.

She looks up at Levi to see his opinion on the insanity and he nods at her, sensing her unease, “It’ll work Mikasa, I promise, we’re gonna figure it out, okay?”

Hanji looks down from her scrutiny of the instruction label, nodding at her reassuringly, a hand coming up to squeeze her shoulder, “You’re gonna be okay kiddo, Levi and I will make sure of it.”

“If you say so.”

“I do,” Hanji asserts and for a moment with the reassurance of her family’s support it doesn’t feel so impossible anymore, but then she remembers she has to see Eren in an hour for school and her dread comes back full force.

Eren arrives at the Ackerman residence and for once it’s nice not to be hit with the looming stench of alpha, the all-consuming need to submit.

Not anymore, he’s an alpha too now, and Eren gains a sick sense of satisfaction in knowing Levi can’t just give him a dirty look anymore and have him wanting to turn tail and run.

Take that old man! Levi can’t control him anymore!

Not that Levi had ever really tried to if he’s being honest with himself, the perceived rivalry is almost entirely in Eren’s head. But still, it’ll be nice to walk into the Ackerman residence with his head held high for once.

Eren locks his car as he wanders up Mikasa’s driveway, heading towards the front porch to pester her, she’s probably running late. His best friend is definitely not a morning person, but today he’s thrilled about it, the look on Levi’s face will make it all worth it!

Except Eren doesn’t make it nearly that far, frozen in his spot as Mikasa slips out the front door in the morning light and he’s hit with a different smell entirely, the complete opposite of an alpha.

Eren drops to his knees as the heavenly scent invades his senses, vanilla and lavender, Mikasa’s delicate aroma, sweet and fresh but magnified a hundred-fold.

The smell is intoxicating, divine, it calls to him more than anyone else ever has: the smell of an Omega.

“Eren, oh my god Eren what’s wrong, are you okay?”

She drops her bag, starting into a full-on jog as she rushes towards him, skidding to a halt next to him on the cold wet pavement and the smell intensifies. Eren keels over as he struggles to control himself, she smells amazing.

He looks up just enough to see her beautiful face as she looks down at him in concern, dainty hands coming to rest on his shoulder, pushing his hair out of his face as she tries to deduce what is wrong. She’s freaking out, asking what’s wrong, her little black sweater doing nothing to hide her from him. Ripped jeans and a black off-the-shoulder sweater that exposes far too much of her neck, the hollow of her throat where the cord with the key to his apartment is nestled between her heaving breasts.

Oh, how he wants to mark her up, his gums ache with it, throbbing with the desire to sharpen into points and bite down on the perfect arch of her neck. Her hair is tucked up under a ballcap and the wind blows her scent right to him, he can barely stand it.

“Did you present?” He grits out, trying his best to restrain himself, there must be something wrong, Mikasa is an alpha, of this he has no doubts.

And yet, why does she smell so fucking good?

“Yeah,” she whispers in confusion, “This morning.”

Eren’s hazy mind struggles to cope with the heady scent that is Mikasa, delicate, beautiful, why is it amplified so much? He’s never smelled something so strong; she must have taken the wrong medication or something because alphas don’t smell like that.

“Are you wearing blockers, because I think you mixed them up with something else because you smell—” He can’t finish, groaning as he tries to block out the intense odour.

“What Eren? What do I smell like? I took blockers this morning I swear.”

“An Omega,” Eren wheezes out, trying to pull himself away from her for fear that he’ll go for her throat, his gums are throbbing and every instinct in him screams to claim her, “You smell like an Omega.”

Her face turns ashen at his assertion, and he knows it’s ridiculous, she’s an Ackerman, she doesn’t even need to present for him to know she’s an Alpha, but his every instinct is rebelling at the idea, his mind supplying him with the inveritable fact that she smells like an Omega.

Mikasa is ghostly as she replies to him, her voice whisper-soft, far away, “Sorry, I’ll fix it.”

She’s gone in a flash, sprinting up the steps of her porch and past her discarded backpack, door slamming behind her and finally, he feels relief. Although as soon as it’s gone, he wants it back again, wants to drown in the smell of her, daydreams of licking up the hollow of her throat and nipping at her ear, the little sounds she’d make.

He just barely manages to shake himself out of another haze, this time to go and chase the intoxicating scent.

When she comes back out, she smells distinctly better, it’s somewhat bearable now, his mind isn’t swimming with just the smell of her.

She’s cute, apologizing profusely, saying she must have taken Hanji’s heat-inducing drugs instead, but now her scent blockers were stronger, it should be fine, that her crazy aunt had fixed it, given her a shot of something more potent.

It’s fishy, and some deep part of him knows that, it makes absolutely no fucking sense at all, but Eren brushes it off, it’s such a ridiculous idea that Mikasa Ackerman would be an Omega. Mikasa Ackerman, the same girl that could kick his ass up and down the block if she wanted, that had made grown men submit to her with just a glance before she’d even presented.

There’s no way.

So, he takes her words at face value, nodding as she chatters away, but his wolf does not forget, his instincts won’t let him disregard the smell of a ripe fertile Omega, and most certainly not one as beautiful and perfect as Mikasa Ackerman, not the girl he’s wanted for so long.

Eren is the only one who’d noticed, the only one who’d smelled her before she’d fixed the dosage on her blockers, the only one with even an inkling that she could be an Omega.

And yet, he has no clue, it’s either that or he’s simply disregarded the possibility entirely for which she is thankful. He acts completely normal with her, like he’s forgotten their little incident the other day entirely, when he’d literally dropped to his knees covering his nose at the smell of her.

She winces as she thinks of it again, observing him in their shared biology class, he’d been so disgusted by just the mere smell of her. It makes her heart ache, if he knew the truth…

Mikasa can only be thankful for Hanji’s extra strength blockers, if not for them she’d be losing so much more than just her choice at a mate, but probably her best friend too. He’d probably refuse to be in her very presence, repulsed by her scent, her lack of freedom, just like with Historia.

She watches Eren forlornly as she considers her fate, his nose scrunching up at their professor’s bad joke before he writes something down on his notepad. As if he can sense her gaze, viridian green eyes dart up to meet her grey ones and he gives her a half-smile and a wink, mouthing something at her about the teacher’s bad joke.

She smiles back, shaking her head in agreement, no idea what he’s said, but whatever it is, her response is enough for him to turn back to his notebook.

He’s cute when he concentrates, looks far too attractive for his own good, completely absorbed in the lecture, his expression focused and the glasses he hates so much slipping down the bridge of his nose, dark frames enhancing his eyes. It’s really not fair how good he looks in the frames, like a hot male librarian. She leans her cheek into her hand, watching him instead of their professor, completely entranced.

She’s gotten over the fact that she’s an Omega now, Levi and Hanji having talked her through it, how they’ll find her a good mate, are already looking actually, someone good and true. How they’ve already discussed the situation with Erwin and by the time her heat approaches everything will be okay, they’ll announce her presentation officially and she’ll already be mated off. No games of war between the male alphas and Mikasa will be completely safe.

She’s gotten over her Omega status but getting over her heartbreak hasn’t been quite as easy.

She’s in a stage of grief over all the possibilities she’s going to miss out on, how Eren is assuredly never going to belong to her, how she’s never going to belong to him. Her beautiful, stubborn alpha won’t ever really be her alpha, not like she’d hoped at least.

It sucks, it really sucks.

She’s taken to just watching him while she can, drinking in his form before she’s off and mated to another, before her chemically changed Omega brain is coded to be loyal to someone else, a different alpha. She’s enjoying it while she still can, her opportunity to love so freely, safe in the knowledge that this is her choice, it’s her choice to love Eren and it’s not just because he’s the alpha Levi and Hanji picked out for her, the one they thought would do most right by her.

Eren looks over at her suspiciously as she keeps her stare on him, he gestures to her own blank notebook. Mikasa shrugs, unwilling to look away from his beautiful visage, the angles of his face, strong jaw, the silky chestnut locks falling from his bun. She doesn’t care enough to turn away, but she’s also never been so bold with her attention before, so Eren is a little frazzled.

Leaning over he angrily whispers, “What are you doing, do I have something on my face?”

“No,” she responds in amusement, gaining even more satisfaction when his lips pucker up in irritation, he looks even more confused now.

“Then why do you keep staring at me?”

“Just because,” she doesn’t elaborate anymore and Eren looks like he’s swallowed a lemon, “Well, stop it! You’re distracting me and you’re going to fail the exam if you keep it up Ackerman.”

His apparent rage at just her looking at him is so very Eren it makes her heart ache all the more, but she concedes to his will, turning her head towards the front of the auditorium. She does so more for his sake than for hers, she won’t fail the class regardless, she’s already leaps and bounds ahead of the material, it doesn’t concern her.

Eren on the other hand has to work a bit harder at it to achieve the same results and today she’d rather not deal with a grumpy best friend the entire ride home, grumbling away about how unfair her brain is.

She smiles softly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye while he continues to pout and write his notes, sending her furtive looks every few minutes to make sure she’s paying attention.

Cute.

And yet, it’s all the more painful to know she’ll never have this with him again, not when her loyalty will lie with another man entirely.

Mikasa abruptly drops her head to the desk, hiding from the light of the lecture slides in the dark room, this is awful. 

After class, Mikasa finds the feeling of dread creeping up on her all over again, worse this time, because they’re meeting their friend group after their evening class, at a werewolf bar.

An entire bar full of werewolves that will smell her as soon as she steps foot in the establishment. And now, standing outside of said bar, Eren cursing himself to see if he brought his ID, she’s not so confident in her blockers anymore.

They may have fooled Eren, and the few other wolves in her class, but in an enclosed room full of strictly werewolves Mikasa isn’t so sure they’ll work anymore.

Eren yells in triumph as he discovers his ID in his wallet full of useless cards, gift cards, credit cards, business cards but Mikasa barely registers it, her mind far more focused on the glass entryway doors of the sleek upscale werewolf bar on her university campus.

The bouncer keeps giving her funny looks and Mikasa wants to rip free from her skin under the scrutiny, a bar full of just werewolves.

She contemplates the establishment with fear and trepidation, her anxiety taking over as her mind considers every worst-case scenario. Inside that bar will be men, will be Alphas, of which Mikasa is one of the most coveted treasures, a submissive, breedable Omega. What would happen if she went inside, unmated, unclaimed… Mikasa fights back bile at the thought.

The only thing between her and that very scenario is the thin layer of protection her blockers provide, the untested blockers that have absolutely no guarantee.

The panic, the fear claws at her throat as she spirals down the hole of negative thoughts, what if they don’t work? What if someone takes her? What if it’s not Eren?

She clutches her scarf closer to her face, inhaling the scent of clean laundry detergent and the fading hint of Eren’s cologne, she wants to disappear deep into the depths of the fabric and never come back here again. Why hadn’t she just met her friends at Armin’s house or something? What possessed her to think this was a good idea? Why hadn’t Levi and Hanji stopped her?

“Mikasa,” Eren shakes her out of her impending panic attack, “You’re crying,” he says softly, warm hands slipping up to cup her cheek, wiping at her tears.

“Oh,” she whispers back softly and Eren untangles her hands from their brutal grip on her scarf, frowning.

“What’s wrong? What are you worried about?”

“Nothing,” she’s quick to cover up her panic, trying to wipe at her own eyes, but Eren stops her, catching her wrists in his hand easily, continuing to catch her tears as they fall with the other.

“Something is wrong Mikasa, you’re crying outside the bar, what’s up?”

She clamps her mouth shut and Eren lets out an exasperated sound, “Are you worried about your presentation or something?”

She hates how on the mark he is, ever clueless Eren reading her so easily despite not understanding the gravity of the situation.

Although she wants nothing more than to confide in him, to whisper all the fears she can barely admit to herself, run away from this dangerous place and never come back. She can’t.

Because despite his apparent concern for her, Eren is an alpha, just like all the others, and she has no doubt, during her heat whether he likes her or not, he’d be just as much of a slave to her as he was with Historia. Just like he’d said at the bar, he’d fuck an Omega for a heat or two, but mating isn’t an option, she’d be nothing to him.

“Just drop it Eren.”

“No, I won’t, what’s wrong?”

“Eren,” her tone is cool but looking at his face, she can’t keep it up, he’s so earnest, so concerned, she melts.

“What?”

“Just, don’t let go of my hand,” she whispers, a plea more than anything, she wants the comfort of her best friend nearby at the very least, walking into the wolf den.

“Of course,” he replies, albeit a little confused, but he acquiesces, letting her wrists free. His fingers skate along her palm down to firmly interlace their fingers and she feels infinitely better. His hands are warm, a little sweaty, calloused from too many fist fights but warm, nonetheless.

She holds her breath, letting Eren lead her into the bar, nervous as she hands the bouncer her ID.

He checks it over without incident and they’re allowed in.

Mikasa sticks close to Eren, squeezing his hand as she awaits the looks of all the Alphas realizing she’s an Omega. But to her relief, no one spares her a second glance, in fact people turn away as soon as they see her hand in Eren’s.

She lets Eren lead her towards the large table their friends have commandeered, and she chooses to take advantage of holding his hand, it’s something she’s always wanted to do. Wanted to meet their friend group holding his hand, secure in the knowledge that Eren belongs to her.

The reactions are slightly mixed.

“Why don’t you smell?” Armin asks curiously, blurts it right out in front of everyone almost as soon as Eren announces rather proudly that Mikasa is an alpha.

She chokes a little, coughing up the sickly-sweet mixture of a cocktail she’d received from Sasha upon sitting down, struggling to come up with an excuse.

Thankfully, Eren, who has more faith in her than she knows what to do with comes to her rescue, “Armin, she’s too strong, she’s on blockers for everyone’s sake.”

He pats her back proudly, and then partially out of concern as she continues to cough, releasing her hand to turn to her properly and make sure she’s not dying. Immediately she mourns the loss of his firm grip, the comfort of it. She’s snapped out of it as Armin responds, her heart jumping in her chest as the blond speaks, if anyone will guess her ruse it’ll be him.

“Makes sense.”

She slumps in relief, her coughing fit ending as Armin seems to buy it, tipsily turning back to his own drink.

She’s thankful the most intelligent and analytical of the group isn’t questioning her, not yet at least. And after that, everyone pretty much rolls with it, giving her excited congratulations.

“Welcome to the Alpha Club Mikasa,” Connie commends her, and she laughs at him, because he’d presented only a week before.

“I wouldn’t be talking Springer, you’ve been a member for like a week,” Jean sasses him before Sasha butts in, telling everyone the Beta Club is superior.

After that, Mikasa relaxes, for now everyone has bought her ruse. She feels awful lying to them about it, but by the time they find out the truth, hopefully her being an Omega is a non-issue.

Although Mikasa feels queasy at the idea, because that means she’ll be mated off to someone she doesn’t know, that’s the only reason they wouldn’t care anymore.

Mikasa throws back the rest of her drink in one go as she considers it, she needs some liquid courage tonight. Eren looks at her in concern about her alcohol intake after her brief choking stint.

“Mikasa are you sure you’re okay—”

She cuts him off, “Let’s do shots!”

The rest of the night is a blur of alcohol and drunk congratulations she soon forgets, and for that, she is thankful.

Of course, the cherry on top of her fantastic night of drunkenly drowning her sorrows is the next morning when she is brutally awoken from sleep.

“Wake up!”

The order is barked at her as her comforter is ripped from her bed, sheets and all and Mikasa is exposed to the chilly air of her bedroom all to early in the morning. She’d forgotten to close her window last night, having gotten home only by the grace of God and Eren’s impressive ability to stay sober even though everyone else was drinking like the end of the world.

Mikasa winces as the voice yells again, her head pounding with a headache from the night before, God, so many margaritas.

She’d spent half the night hung over the toilet with Eren holding her hair back and he’d only finally left around 3 am, sure the contents of her stomach were no more, only water and stomach acid left.

“Mikasa,” the voice snaps and she groans as the light is switched on, the brightness assaulting her eyeballs.

She adjusts enough to see the tall imposing form of Kenny Ackerman, her and Levi’s uncle and the current de facto leader of the Ackerman faction of werewolves. Well known in most social circles and highly respected for both his fighting ability and cruelty, Kenny isn’t someone most like to trifle with. He’s a tall gruff looking man who has never particularly liked her and it’s never been more evident than now as he glares down at her like she’s gum under his boot, the scum of the earth.

Shit.

“An Omega,” he scoffs, “I should’ve known that’s how you’d turn out.”

She can barely process the cruel words before Levi is barging in, trying to regain control of the situation, “Kenny!”

He turns to the younger man, aghast, “What? It’s true.”

Kenny makes a disgusted sound as he looks at her, turning his nose away in revulsion at her mere smell, blockers and all, “She’d better be mated off at the earliest convenience Levi or I’ll do it myself, I don’t want her associated with the Ackerman name.”

Levi growls, “We’re working on it.”

“I don’t give a shit, I want it done, mated off and popping out kids under some other family name, not ours.”

She can feel the tears welling in her eyes but she holds them back valiantly, she won’t cry in front of this man, she’s stronger than that.

“I’ll be gone Kenny, don’t fucking worry, your precious reputation won’t be tampered with,” she tells him with all the conviction of a girl who’s been an Omega for a few days at best, her world rocked upside down.

He glowers down at her, “I wasn’t speaking to you Omega,” he spits the word like it’s the greatest insult and Mikasa thinks that for her family, it might be. As they talk about her like she’s not even there, not human, nothing but an object, an Omega to get rid of, she’s never felt more alone.

“Kenny,” Levi snaps and the other man turns his vicious gaze towards her cousin.

 “Get out of here, I have a plan, we’ll discuss this later.”

Kenny looks like he wants to say more but Levi cuts him off, tired and defeated, gesturing towards the door, “Just leave.”

Kenny gives her one last long lingering glower before he blazes out of the room and Mikasa is left, cold, hungover and feeling even worse about her Omega status than she did last night.

She collapses in on herself like a dying star, her whole body weakening as he leaves, adrenaline leaving, and Levi is quick to take his place by her side, offering her a soft pat to the back, about as paternal as he usually gets.

“Don’t worry Mikasa, we’ll figure it out.”

Tears of frustration leak from her eyes as she looks to her cousin, she’s resigned herself to it sure, but she’s also so angry, with Kenny, with the world, with everything.

“It doesn’t feel like it Levi.”

He hands her a tissue from her nightstand, repeating himself, reassuring, a promise, “We’ll figure it out.”

She hopes so.

To her immense relief Levi does figure it out, at least for the time being, and if Kenny doesn’t do anything crazy, Levi and Hanji have a full proof honest to God plan.

Will it work? Who knows, but Levi has never let her down before and she has faith in him and Hanji, she’ll leave it in their hands for now.
So, for the most part, life after presenting isn’t that different than life before, other than her having to pop pills several times a day and her ongoing flurry of emotions, sadness, rage, confusion, the first few weeks proceed pretty normally.

The only real difference is the ongoing parade of men she finds at her house every day, the first phase of the plan they’ve put so much faith into.

She’s not entirely sure how she feels about it yet.

Today it’s Levi’s personal favourite contender, Leopold from two packs over, a rather princely-looking boy with blonde curls and a stature similar to Levi.

He’s nice enough when she greets him awkwardly in the kitchen, listening to him excitedly chatter about cleaning products while Levi looks on in glee and Hanji mysteriously nowhere to be found, but he’s not quite it.

She tells Levi as soon as the boy is out of earshot and down the road, “Absolutely not.”

Her cousin is offended on Leopold’s behalf and Mikasa resists the urge to put Eren into the running for her heart, which is ridiculous because Levi hates her best friend and Eren would never be interested anyway.

Yet, somehow Levi seems to know, “If you suggest Yeager I’m going to hunt him down and rip his teeth out for even being on your mind.”

Mikasa growls at him, a low angry sound surprising for an Omega, the last vestiges of her independence. Levi quirks an eyebrow at her, unphased by her growling, he actually looks a little amused and it only pisses her off more.

“You know how I feel about him Levi.”

Levi shakes his head beseechingly before shrugging, “Fine, I’ll let you consider the brat, but it’s on you Mikasa, entirely on you, you have to tell him, you have to ask him if he’d be okay with it. All that shit is on you.”

Mikasa slouches back into the couch, no longer feeling so passionate about the subject, she can’t tell him! She doesn’t even know how Levi is currently finding her all these suitors.

She has a feeling he doesn’t tell them she’s an Omega, but she has no doubt as soon as he finds one she likes, she’ll have to do a big reveal and probably leave to a cabin in the woods for a month of sex and mating.

She doesn’t exactly have the luxury of dating in this situation.

Her face scrunches up at the idea of attempting this with Eren but she replies to Levi nonetheless, “Fine, it’ll be on me.”

Levi nods in acceptance, “Can you at least give Leopold a chance though, I think he’d be a great addition to the family.”

Mikasa replies by giving him the finger and retreating to her room.

She slumps back against the door as it shuts with a resounding thud, her head dropping against the back of the door painfully as she considers her options.

Eren: pack-renowned omega-hater and the most stubborn boy she knows.

Mikasa groans as she sinks to the floor, she doesn’t like her odds.

But she can’t give up hope either, if she gives up now she might as well waltz outside right now and declare her love for Leopold.

She just needs to know if Eren would be interested, if it’s possible? He might not love her, but Eren is her best friend through and through, and she’s been in love with him since the fourth grade, if there’s any possibility he could overlook her Omega status, she needs to know.

She needs to sus him out a bit, but she’s running out of time, she needs to choose her mate soon or people are going to start getting suspicious, and she has no doubt Kenny will make good on his threat, every day is a countdown. Blockers can only take her so far and her heat will surely come soon.

While Levi and Hanji vet male alphas for her, Mikasa struggles with her own reconnaissance mission: figuring out if Eren is at all interested in her.

So far, it’s going pretty poorly because for the life of her she cannot goad her best friend into a conversation on the topic.

She’s sitting in the library ‘studying’ with Eren and Armin. In other words, while they’re studying, she’s lying through her teeth about her new fascination with Alpha/Omega mating practices.

“Wow Eren, this is so interesting, did you know it’s really frowned upon for Alphas to mate other Alphas?”

He looks up from his textbook, beautifully irritated emerald green eyes accentuated by the lenses of his reading glasses, he is not impressed at being interrupted yet again, “What are you talking about?”

Mikasa repeats herself, “I’m just reading about mating practices, and inter-alpha mating is really discouraged.”

Eren shrugs, looking back down at his book, his dark frames sliding down the slope of his nose. His hand moving to push them back up his nose and Mikasa makes a funny little whimpering sound as he does so, she wants to do it!

He gives her a weird look before going right back to his book and she hates herself, him ignoring her should not be so hot.

“Eren,” Mikasa persists, refusing to be ignored today, no matter how sexy he looks with his glasses on, absorbed in his work, she can’t wait any longer, she doesn’t have time to spare.

“Whatever Miks, you know all those books are archaic, no one listens to them anymore, alphas get mated all the time,” he responds casually and then, as if to rub salt in the wound, he looks at her reprovingly over his glasses, “It’s the whole reason why you exist.”

Her mouth snaps shut at his remark, because he’s completely right, alpha matings are the only reason she exists, hell, the only reason the whole Ackerman clan exists.

Fuck.

He smiles at her winningly before turning right back to his book and Mikasa is left the loser of this battle, Armin snickering a little bit from beside her.

She fumes for the rest of the afternoon, struggling to come up with some sort of rebuttal and failing miserably every time.

Eren pats her on the back before they leave, kind and yet somehow still condescending as hell, “Don’t worry about it Miki, we can’t all be good at History.”

She gives him her best dirty look and he laughs before continuing, “Whatever, society doesn’t matter to me, I’ll mate another alpha either way, I don’t care what people think of me.”

This does absolutely nothing to reassure her of her goals and while Eren leaves looking pleased with himself, Mikasa deflates like a limp balloon, he’s determined to mate another alpha and she has no idea why.

As time slips on Mikasa begins to notice things about herself, differences since she’s presented and she’s not entirely sure how to feel about them.

The first real signs of her omega nature come in her compulsive need to nest. It’s all foreign to her, something she’s only read about, this ridiculous innate desire to cocoon up in a bed made solely of an alpha’s belongings.

It’s not a compulsion she’s familiar with and she fights it off tooth and nail, but sometimes she slips, with Eren she slips.

The first time it’s an accident, she’s not even aware of it until it’s too late.

She’s sitting at his kitchen island, pretending to do homework, but really, she’s just watching him cook. He’s wandering around the kitchen cursing himself for losing the oregano as he peppers the homemade pizza he’s about to put in the oven with toppings and he’s utterly adorable doing so.

“Miki,” he demands, popping up from behind the island and Mikasa almost yelps, struggling to pull her gaze to his face and not where it previously was focused on his ass.

“Do you know where I put the oregano?” He asks as she gives him her complete attention.

She swallows, shaking her head no and Eren groans, standing up to glare at the pizza as if it’s personally offended him.

“Stupid spices,” he grumbles before giving in and opening up the oven to insert the pizza.

He does so carefully and with an oven mitt, grumbling the whole time.

“I think the pizza will be fine without oregano Eren, there’s enough toppings on it,” she soothes, trying not to let the smile creep onto her face, he’ll only get angry if he sees she’s laughing at him.

“It won’t Mikasa, this is blasphemy! What is a pizza without flavour! You’re lucky I had enough olive oil on hand, if I didn’t we wouldn’t be having pizza.”

Mikasa nods, trying her best to keep her expression neutral, she forgot how serious he gets about cooking, hadn’t realized the can of worms she’d been opening by asking for pizza for dinner.

He’d complained endlessly already about having to use store-bought dough, asking her accusatorily why she hadn’t told him she wanted pizza several days prior so he could make proper dough.

In short, he's kind of an idiot.

He shuts the oven grumpily before shrugging off his sweatshirt, the room heating up with the temperature of the oven and very suddenly Mikasa’s mouth is completely dry, no more laughter there.

The hem of his shirt pulls up with his sweater tantalizingly, showing just the barest strip of skin, the V of his hips and the light dusting of dark hair down, down to the belt of his jeans.

Fuck.

He grabs for the dirty dishes, only to smear tomato sauce all over his newly exposed shirt and it begins his round of cursing all over again, “Damn it!”

Mikasa gets an even better show this time because without further prompting Eren takes the shirt off entirely and Mikasa’s jaw is practically on the floor, toned abs exposed, firm pectorals. She would quite happily lick every crevice of his chest.

Eren barely notices, angrily throwing his t-shirt down on the counter before stomping off towards his bedroom, grumbling the entire time, “Stupid, shitty pizza!”

His sauce-stained shirt sits innocently on the counter next to his sweater, one of his favourites, a white t-shirt he wears often, stretched to fit him properly. It’s now marred with the bright red of pizza sauce and for a moment Mikasa is considering how she should wash it for him, take care of it.

She doesn’t know what it is, but some deep part of her brain is telling her she should fix it, for him, for alpha.

Unconsciously, she grabs for it, taking the soft fabric in her hands, snagging a cloth to dab at the sauce. She tells herself she’s just going to take the edge off the stain a little bit, she’s being helpful.

But then, as the stain begins to fade, her brain starts to fog, and she has the weird urge to just keep the shirt.

He’s not using it anyway she thinks, she’ll just take it home and clean it, he doesn’t need it right now, he’s getting another shirt to wear.

She brings the soft white fabric to her nose and she inhales deeply, the heady scent of mint and spice, a little bit of sweat, but it’s all Eren. It smells so good, and she repeats to herself that he’s not using it, he won’t miss it, won’t even notice it’s gone.

And then, as she hears Eren’s footsteps coming back towards the kitchen she blacks out entirely.

When she gets home later that night, she finds the sauce-stained t-shirt in her school bag, the stain now most definitely set in the cotton, but it’s fine, she’s not going to wash it anyway.

After that, it just keeps happening.

At this point she has an entire pile of his clothes collected in a big lump on her bed, sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies, even fucking jeans, she’d stolen a pair of jeans right out of his dryer and stuffed them in her bag before he noticed.

Hanji walks by her room to ask if she wants dinner, popping her head in the door to find Mikasa just staring at the large sum of clothes she’s acquired.

Her aunt lets out a choked laugh as she observes the sheer number of clothing articles, “Nesting huh?”

Mikasa groans, looking back at her aunt, “I hate it, I hate being an omega, I don’t even consciously remember doing this, it’s like a compulsion.”

Her aunt pats her back kindly, “Don’t worry Mikasa it’ll be fine, you’ll figure it out. But dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”

Her aunt leaves and Mikasa is once again left with her collection of everything Eren.

It smells good at least, like him, like everything she craves when he’s not around, mint, and rain, the forest combined with the cool spicy scent of his cologne. She inhales deeply, her guilty pleasure because as much as she is ashamed of this omega behaviour, she also can’t wait to arrange it around her queen-sized bed, can’t wait to go to sleep feeling like he’s right next to her.

She’s just thankful Eren is too oblivious to figure out why all his clothes keep going missing.

But of course, Armin, love-blind Armin who is smart even in his honeymoon phase with Annie thwarts her.

The blonde is laughing as Eren whines about his lost jeans, when he plants the seed into Eren’s head and Mikasa feels her heart rate pick up immediately, slamming against her chest.

“Maybe you have an omega admirer Eren, I bet she’s trying to nest,” Armin says with laughter, canoodling away with Annie, like he hasn’t just given Eren the answers she works so hard to hide.

Her best friend’s face scrunches up as he considers the idea, his brain working hard behind that pretty face of his, and she watches as his keen eyes dart around their circle of friends quickly, before coming to rest very squarely on her. She looks right back, begging him not to figure it out, he’s not going to find out she’s an omega, not like this, she can’t bare the look of disgust that will flash across his face.

She needs to do damage control, “Are you sure you didn’t just do a load of laundry at your mom’s or something Eren? I mean an omega wouldn’t have any access to your apartment, and you said your favourite pair of jeans was missing, why would an omega take a pair of pants?”

Mikasa hates herself more with every word, she is the omega that would take a pair of pants!

His brows smooth a little and he nods contemplatively, “Yeah, you’re right, I do laundry at my mom’s a lot maybe they’re there.”

Mikasa nods enthusiastically playing into the lie, “Yeah, come on Armin, a secret omega? I think all the admirers Eren has are pretty blatant,” she jokes half-heartedly, it’s all to cover up her secret.

Armin shrugs, “You never know! Ymir told me Historia used to do some weird stuff.”

Eren nods, “Well hopefully I find them, a lot of my clothes have been going missing lately.”

Mikasa ends the conversation by promising to help him look later after all their friends leave.

And she does, before she leaves, she spends half an hour with her best friend combing through his closet trying to find his missing clothes. Mikasa does her best to ignore the compulsion to steal more, but it’s a tough battle.

He’s so pouty she almost wants to give his jeans back as she stands at the door to leave.

“I thought I looked nice in those jeans, I hope I can find them.”

He does look nice in those jeans, she’s obsessed with the way they sit on his hips, wants to take his belt off with her teeth whenever he wears them, unbuckle it herself, feel the weight of his length through the denim.

She bites her lip to avoid telling him any of this, instead leaning in for a hug, relishing in his warm embrace, her head practically swimming at being so close to him, “I’m sure you will, they’re probably at your mom’s.”

“Yeah,” he nods sadly, giving her a brief peck to the cheek before seeing her out.

She feels rather guilty on the elevator ride down to the parking garage knowing his favourite sweater is stuffed in her backpack.

Cuddled up in it an hour later as she watches movies at home though, surrounded by his scent her remorse is mysteriously gone.

Mikasa, expectedly presents as an alpha.

He knows it, she knows it, everyone knows it, she’s only wearing scent blockers as a courtesy, so as not to overwhelm everyone with her presence. 

And yet his suspicions will not leave him, his brain constantly on alert at her every movement, because there are just some things about her presentation that don’t make sense.

He knows he shouldn’t pry, everyone else takes her excuses at face value, no one bats an eyelash, even evil genius Armin thinks nothing of it, shrugging off Eren’s concerns, telling him he’s reading too much into it. Eren thinks the blonde is too busy with his new mate to really consider it.

But he’d scented her that day, had inhaled the all-consuming heady aroma of an omega, there is no doubt in his mind that’s what he’d smelled, nothing else could bring him to his knees like that. But it just doesn’t make sense, Mikasa is obviously an alpha, it must have been a mix up.

But he's still suspicious. 

Now that she’d changed her blocker dosage she didn’t smell unless he was way too close.

Eren refuses to admit just how often he lets himself get too close. Just like the first time he’d seen her after her presentation, she overwhelms him and yet he can’t stop himself from getting closer. That delicious heady scent refuses to leave his brain, he wakes up with a raging erection every night just dreaming about it, fuck.

The only way he gets back to sleep is by fucking his fist and thinking of her, of Mikasa.

When he’s close enough, sharing her space, the air she breathes, leaned down to whisper something in her ear during lecture, it’s like that day at her house all over again and his suspicion is back.

Her medication does nothing then, fails spectacularly actually, does the opposite of what it’s supposed to do, because to know any better he’d swear she was an omega with how she smells, she calls to him like a siren to a sailor at sea. Every time she sits next to him during a pack meeting or class, he fights the urge not to touch her, to inhale her scent, vanilla and lavender, so much stronger than it was before and calling to him more than ever.

He finds himself getting lost in fantasies when he’s close enough, stuck in the cab of his little car with him, a small, enclosed space for an extended period of time. Her scent envelopes him by the time they get to her house, a thirty-minute drive from the school. It’s heaven and hell all at once and even after she goes inside, he spends several minutes just inhaling, wishing for her presence back.

He gets so lost in his fantasies, always on the drive home, mind spinning. She smells divine, and if Mikasa would have him, he’d be her mate in a heartbeat, and God if she were an omega… his brain swims with the possibilities, mush with the idea of a soft needy Mikasa crying out for him, such a stark contrast to the normally imposing presence, a silent strength within her. You didn’t fuck with Mikasa, she’d rip you into little pieces and do so without batting an eyelash, unphased.

It was for that reason exactly that he doubted she could be an Omega, her strength and sheer force of will precluded her from the class, she could be nothing else but an Alpha.

And as such, Eren didn’t want to make a move on her, not an Ackerman alpha, no matter how good she smelled recently. They were the ones to decide who to mate with, and he didn’t want to insult her, he was just waiting, and hoping she’d choose him.

But sometimes, sometimes he wonders if he’s losing his mind or something, if he should actually tell Mikasa about his insane attraction to her, because even with scent blockers she’s driving him absolutely mad.

Lately, he can barely sleep, and he can’t count how often he masturbates to thoughts of her, it’s improper really and he feels immense guilt, this is his best friend, the girl that’s been there for him through so much, Zeke’s defection, his dad’s general messiness, his own presentation.

His insane urge to have her really is not cool and it’s becoming a real problem in their everyday life.

He’d been hanging out at his apartment last weekend with her and Armin watching movies late into the night, their typical movie marathon.

Armin had left about halfway through, claiming Annie wanted to see him, ‘hoes before bros’ and Eren had given him endless shit for it, but Mikasa had already fallen asleep on the couch beside him, it wasn’t worth the effort of arguing and possibly waking up the sleeping beauty.  

So, he’d let his blonde friend leave without much fuss and soon after, Eren had fallen asleep too, not making it much further into their newest horror movie, content to fall asleep cuddled up with his best friend on the couch.

Only to be awoken to a raging hard-on and a fog of lust, her scent overwhelming him. He’d practically been fucking her in her sleep, her body moulded to his, his cock rutting up against the plush of her ass and Mikasa whining with every roll of his hips.

He’d just barely been able to make himself stop, nose pressed up against her neck, inhaling like it was good coke, hand slipped up her shirt to grope at her soft mounds.

“Mika,” he’d groaned softly, “Mika, please, you have to stop me.”

He’d pinched her nipple a little too hard and to his relief, soft dove grey eyes had opened, first with lust and then widened with horror.

“Eren I’m so sorry,” she’d struggled to disentangle herself from him while he groaned at the loss of her soft heat.

“S’okay, my fault, sorry I guess I must be getting closer to my rut than I thought. Never thought I’d try to fuck another alpha.”

Mikasa had winced at his statement, but he’d thought nothing of it.

But looking back now, the whole interaction was weird, how she’d apologized at all. She didn’t need to; it was entirely his fault.

It had almost been like she expected it.

She forgets the first time, she really does. She’d been tired after all day in class and the movie had lulled her to sleep, so comfortable in Eren’s arms.

It had been an accident, a little ‘oops’ moment, forgetting to pop a suppressant just before she’d fallen asleep, putting it off in favour of cuddling further into Eren’s grip.

And then she’d woken up to Eren’s teeth grazing her neck while he grinds against her ass and Mikasa is ashamed to admit it had been one of the hottest moments of her young life.

So far, she’d chosen to wait to do anything of more sexual nature, wanted to wait to claim a certain boy actually, had blushed at the mere idea of engaging in anything more explicit than a kiss.

But waking up to him roughly whispering her name, begging, pleading with her to stop him, fraught with barely restrained desire. It had been hot, so hot, his body blazing behind her, his hard length finding its way between her thighs where she ached for him.

Mikasa had never felt such need, such desire to give in to her more omega traits, the want to be bred and fucked so thoroughly she’d remember nothing but his name. In that moment she hadn’t minded so much how her body called to his, how he was drawn to her like an addict, and she’d be his drug of choice.

Mikasa had inexplicably discovered no matter how she denied her true nature, omegas have needs to, it’s not just all about the alpha. And boy does Mikasa have needs, needs that she wants fulfilled by no one but Eren.

After that, it’s not as much of an accident anymore…

If he can’t be hers, she might as well have fun with it. If she’s never going to experience this with him again, this insane chemistry, the pure unadulterated desire just for him, she might as well. She’s going to do it while she still has the chance, before she belongs to someone else, and she’s forgotten him entirely.

If she’s over at his apartment alone, she’ll forget a pill, just one, just enough to give him a hint, to see that feral look in his eyes as he fights with himself, at war with his instincts and logic.

Because his logic tells him she’s an alpha, but his nose tells him otherwise and she loves how touchy he gets, how close his jaws get to clamping around her neck.

How rough he gets with her, how impatient he is, his instincts warring inside him, screaming that she’s his, the angry way he can’t decide if he wants her or not.

Fuck, it’s everything.

She never lets it get too far though, popping her pills again shortly after and Eren is always left dazed and confused as her scent abruptly disappears, his intense desire to have her leaving him.

It’s cruel almost, mean, but she honestly can’t help it, if she’s going to be an omega, mated off to the nearest acceptable mate for the rest of her life, she might as well use her class to the fullest advantage.

It’s problematic how often she fucks with her doses now.

Once, Hanji catches her, Eren over at their house for a study session, his eyes just a bit too crazed in her presence.

Her aunt tells her she’s playing with fire but no, it’s not fire, just a very volatile alpha werewolf.

Mikasa knows she shouldn’t, knows it’s not right, that she’d feel terrible if Eren mated her accidentally without even knowing the full extent of her condition.

But sometimes she just can’t help herself, like right now, loitering around the main complex after a pack meeting. She knew Eren had admirers, but she’s never seen them in full force, didn’t know it was this bad.

Since the meeting ended, six different girls have approached him, and he’s on his seventh right now. Mary, a fellow alpha and quite new to the pack, having transferred in only last year with her family.

She’d always thought Mary was nice, she’d never approached Eren so brazenly, probably assuming he and Mikasa were together, but now, clearly, she doesn’t care anymore. Approaching him right under her nose, her hand on his arm, laughing at everything he says, it pisses her off.

Traitorous bitch, if only she was an alpha, she’d be all over her, asserting her dominance, scaring Mary off.

Instead, she’s left here to rot, waiting for Eren to drive her home since they’d carpooled. Mikasa’s lip curls up in disgust as Mary laughs particularly loudly and Eren smiles, that cute little half grin he gets when he’s pleased with himself.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket, alerting her that it’s time to take her evening dose of blockers.

Mikasa knows she should, especially with so many werewolves nearby, but with Eren so close, laughing at some other girl’s jokes, she can’t help it, she takes the chance.

She may not be an alpha, commanding Eren’s attention with just a look but she can most certainly demand it in other ways.

And fifteen minutes later, she watches it hit him. It’s almost like a punch how physically he reacts, his head whipping towards her, eyes glowing supernaturally green, just a touch of the wolf.

Other men are looking too, she can feel the gazes of several other werewolves on her, searching her out, and she knows she should be concerned. This is exactly what she’s been trying to avoid, but she just can’t help it, adores the look in Eren’s eyes, how he stalks towards her with such purpose now, leaving Mary completely alone.

She pops her suppressant just as Eren arrives, taking her into his arms without even a thought, his nose finding her nape, those teeth just grazing her skin, sending delicious sparks shooting to her core.

Just a touch, so close to a claiming, and perhaps Hanji is right, she’s playing with fire.

“Miks,” he whispers into her ear, inhaling deeply, his hands clutched around her hips strongly.

It’ll take a few minutes for her suppressants to properly kick in, but for now she’ll enjoy this.

Mikasa smiles brazenly at Mary over Eren’s shoulder, beaming at her newfound rival.

Take that bitch.

She snuggles back into him, turning so she can press her ass firmly against the heavy bulge in his pants, wanting him to enjoy all her curves, and he pulls her impossibly closer, groaning into her neck.

She hums, pleased, looking up at him innocently, “Let’s go home Eren I’m tired.”

He takes her without complaint, happy to have her to himself and Mikasa is sure to wave at Mary as they drive away.

Shit has been weird lately, so unbelievably, undeniably weird.

Eren feels like he’s losing his mind as he sits on his couch, sipping at a bottle of Cola while he waits for Armin to die in their videogame so they can start a new round together. Eren had been taken out early on in the game, too distracted to play properly after finding yet another one of his favourite shirts missing.

He's just surprised he still has all his underwear honestly.

He takes a long swig, running his hand through his hair, zoning out slightly as he watches Armin kill zombies with a submachine gun.

An errant thought occurs to him as he continues to drink his cola and he looks over to Armin curiously, “Hey Armin, you remember that ridiculous theory you had?”

Armin looks up from playing video games on the couch, giving him the stink eye, “Which one? You ignore and call a lot of my theories ridiculous.”

Eren sighs, flopping down further into the couch, legs sprawled out over the suede, “The one about an Omega stealing all my clothes.”

Armin laughs, “Oh that one! Yeah, that one actually was a little ridiculous.”

Eren frowns, “So you were just kidding, you don’t think it’s possible?”

Armin shrugs, turning back to the TV, mashing buttons on the Xbox controller as he attempts to kill a hoard of zombies, “I dunno, I think it’s a little unlikely.”

Eren sinks farther into the couch sadly, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

The blonde whoops excitedly as he successfully finishes his level before pausing to turn to Eren.

“I mean you’d definitely smell it right, if a fertile Omega was invading your home and stealing your clothes all the time.”

Eren nods, this is true, he’s sure he’d smell it, but as of right now, the only presence that’s here enough to scent his home is Mikasa and she’s an alpha, not to mention she’d never steal his clothes, it’s crazy.

But then Armin speaks his thoughts aloud and coming from the genius himself, Eren suddenly doesn’t think it’s so crazy. In fact, it starts to sound a lot more plausible.

Armin shrugs, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s Mikasa, she’s here more than anyone and she’s been acting weird lately.”

She’s been smelling weird too Eren thinks, his brain struggling to put together all the pieces, all those whiffs of that intoxicating scent, all Mikasa, how lightheaded he gets just being close to her these days, like a drug.

It's a strange thought, Mikasa stealing his clothes, absurd almost.

Armin goes back to playing video games merrily, thinking nothing more on the topic, but Eren can’t get it out of his head, the idea, the possibility that maybe those scent blockers are blocking something else and not her alpha pheromones.

His breath hitches as he considers it, the very slim possibility that his best friend could be an Omega.

His brain almost melts right out of his head, because just the thought sends him into a tailspin, Mikasa, the love of his life, his perfect girl, not an Alpha but an Omega.  

All of the lies he spews about not wanting an Omega are a load of bullshit, because like any normal werewolf Alpha that’s exactly what he wants, a perfect little Omega to love and protect, and fuck, especially during his rut, it’s what he craves.

He's only been so adamant that it be an Alpha because his love for Mikasa trumps all of that, all of the inhuman werewolf needs he has, Mikasa supersedes them.

But if Mikasa were an Omega… He could have it all, everything he’s ever wanted all in one perfect little hell-raiser who keeps stealing all of his clothes.

He daydreams for a few moments about the possibility before discarding it entirely, it’s so unlikely, too good to be true and really just impossible. Mikasa comes from a long line of strictly alphas, the strong Ackerman lineage, why would she be the exception?

He sighs, focusing in on the TV again as Arin begins another level without him, “So you think it’s Mikasa?”

Armin gives him a look, “No, I’m just saying it’s the most likely possibility, if someone were stealing all your clothes, she’s the most obvious culprit.”

Eren hums, running his hand along the soft suede of the couch, watching the fabric change from dark to light with each pass of his hand.  

“Think about it,” Armin says over the groans of a zombie hoard, “she has easy access, and you’d never suspect her, the only thing she doesn’t have is a motive.”

The more Eren ruminates on it, the more sense it makes especially as he thinks back to the first article of clothing that disappeared, his sauce-stained t-shirt and more recently, his favourite sweater, the one he’d last had when hanging out with Mikasa a few days ago.

“I have to go,” Eren stands abruptly, and Armin looks at him in confusion, protesting, his tone petulant, “But I’m not finished my game.”

“Whatever, just lock up when you’re done, I’m leaving.”

And then without further questions or concern, Eren is gone, grabbing his car keys and off towards the Ackerman house where he’s sure all of his stolen clothes are.

Mikasa answers the door in his sweater, and Eren breathes a sigh of relief as he finds his favoured article of clothing, knowing it’s safe.

And then she abruptly slams the door in his face.

“Mikasa!” Eren bangs on the door loudly, “Give me my sweater back!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Eren, I don’t have your sweater,” she yells back, and he can hear the lock click as she barricades herself inside.

“Mikasa,” he says warningly but the door doesn’t open.

“Go away, I’m busy.”

“You just answered the door,” he says in disbelief, she’s not doing anything, and he knows it, it’s midday on a Tuesday, she doesn’t even have class.

“I’m busy!” She repeats firmly but Eren keeps trying, he wants his sweater back!

“Give me back my sweater!”

“I don’t have it.”

“Yes, you do! You’re wearing it right now, I saw you Mikasa. Did you steal my jeans too?”

“No!” She responds but her voice is muffled and then for a few minutes there’s no response as she disappears from the door.

Eren resigns himself to either leaving or sneaking in, he’s not sure which. Just as he’s trying to decide, the door opens and Mikasa appears, looking a little dishevelled and conspicuously no longer wearing his sweater.

“Hi Eren,” she peeps, as if she’s not a little thief.

“Mikasa,” he greets, storming his way past her and into the house, “Where is my sweater?”

She shrugs innocently, “It’s not here, I don’t have it. Why would I have it?”

He stares at her, stunned, “You were just wearing it!”

“Was not,” she sings, turning to shut the door, and Eren takes the opportunity to march towards her room where he knows it must be.

He's struck by the scent as soon as he enters her room, a light shade of purple, almost white toned, with a large bed and her desk, tidy as always. It smells like Mikasa, like her delicious scent, the one he usually inhales like its good coke, but today, today he smells something else, spicy, a hint of cologne, it smells like him.

He turns the doorway menacingly where Mikasa is watching him carefully.

“Miki, I can smell it.”

She stares him down, “Well I don’t have your sweater, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He’s going to murder her, “Mikasa.”

Her dainty shoulders pull up into a shrug, playing innocent, “If you find anything let me know Eren, but I assure you I don’t have your sweater.”

He knows he’s never going to find it, this is Mikasa’s territory, she’s probably got it hidden away in some secret spot he’s never going to find.

So, Eren leaves empty-handed and defeated.

The next day she posts a photo on Instagram, an adorable picture of her with Sasha out for coffee after the gym, a pale pink sports bra and black biker shorts that make her ass look fantastic…and she’s wearing his fucking sweater.

She’s flaunting it, the little brat has stolen all of his clothes, and worst of all he has no fucking clue why.

Mikasa doesn’t know why she keeps doing it, especially after Eren finds out her secret and miraculously still doesn’t realize she’s a fucking omega.

She’s not sure if she should be thankful or not, but truthfully some deep part of her wishes he would figure it out, if only so she could watch him lose control.

But evidently, they aren’t there yet and as it is, she still has her beloved pile of his clothes in her room, arranged into a perfect little nest on her bed.

Out of the goodness of her heart and partially to cover up her very obvious lie, she’d offered to take him shopping to replace all of his missing clothing.

When he meets her at the mall, he doesn’t look pleased.

Eren is pissed and she absolutely cannot help how attracted to him she is when he’s angry. He shows up to the mall, hair mussed, wearing a faded pair of old joggers that have seen better days and a raggedy t-shirt that is far too small for him now, but shows off the cut of his shoulders fantastically. He looks delectable and at the same time extremely disgruntled and she knows it’s because he’s probably raiding the bottom of his closet just to find some proper clothes to wear.

She can’t resist teasing Eren, maybe Hanji is right, maybe his alpha instincts are the way to his heart, because Alphas have always liked the chase, and Eren is no exception. He might think he wants another Alpha but what if he doesn’t, what if she can convince him he really just wants her, a perky little Omega? 

Mikasa beams at him from where she’s sitting at Starbucks with her latte and her purse, peppier than ever especially now that her angry wolf has arrived, his presence making her brain swim. He marches right over to her, snatches her latte right from her hands to guzzle it back, continuing to glare at her.

She yelps as her beloved caffeine is stolen, “Eren!”

He doesn’t even respond just continues to drink the liquid back until it’s gone and there’s nothing but an empty cup left.

She pouts, but Eren grabs her face roughly, large hands cupping her jaw as he forces her to look up at him, those green eyes intense, “Give me back my clothes Mikasa.”

She maintains her innocence, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Eren.”

He squeezes a little, his grip on her jaw delightfully painful, just a little too tight, and some part of her absolutely loves it.

“Brat, I know you do.”

She tries to turn her head, but his firm hold stops her, tilting her head up a little more, just the slightest pressure and her panties are already fucking soaked, god she loves when he gets rough with her. She might be an omega, but werewolves are known to play rough, especially in bed, and she loves all of this manhandling.

Physicality is par for the course in most werewolf relationships, it’s just how they are, especially before they present, when they’re younger and there’s less weight to it, less concern about marking. The rough touches, the little love taps, it’s all normal, alphas claim their dominance physically too and fuck it goes right to her head.

He swipes his thumb across her lips cruelly, chucking her cheek affectionately before letting her go, just the lightest of taps for being a brat.

“And here I was taking you shopping out of the goodness of my heart ‘Ren, I just wanted to help you find some replacements.”

He gives her a withering look, standing tall above her, arms crossed in displeasure, “It’s your fault they’re gone brat, but whatever, let’s go.”

She beams, getting her way, and she’s quick to link their arms, dragging him off towards all the stores she wants him to go to.

Maybe being an omega wasn’t so bad, now she gets to play dress-up Barbie with her best friend all afternoon.

It's not so bad, especially not with how grumpy he is.

For the most part, their shopping trip goes well, and Mikasa enjoys picking out all the clothes she thinks Eren will look the best in. Not to mention, all the sales associates who clearly think he’s her boyfriend, it’s a great ego boost and it’s nice to play pretend for the day. Just a taste of what it could be like if they were really together, a happy dream.

Her only trouble occurs when they’re in the food court afterwards getting a snack, Eren arguing with her about the merits of Chipotle versus New York Fries.

“But I want poutine.”

“Well, I want a burrito Miks, c’mon.”

She huffs in irritation, he might be paying but she wants poutine!

She’s about to needle him into a compromise when Eren’s gaze strays from hers, his attention turning somewhere behind her, his mouth parting in surprise, “Molly!”

Who the fuck?

Mikasa whips around, instincts taking over as the omega in her struggles to find what’s taken Eren’s attention away from her. It’s unacceptable.

She finds the most basic tiny blonde little thing she’s ever seen, and she looks like every guy’s dream girl ever, everything Mikasa could possibly be insecure about personified.

And on top of it all, one sniff as the girl approaches and Mikasa knows she’s a fucking alpha.

“Eren!” The girl greets him excitedly and Mikasa is pushed to the sidelines as Eren pulls her in for a hug.

She’s not an alpha, but God if she were, she’d be growling right now, that’s HER boy.

She knows she has no right to Eren, hasn’t even told him she’s in love with him, not to mention the hundred other obstacles blocking any possible relationship between them, but still, Mikasa can’t help but be jealous, her hackles rising.

She may be an omega, made to submit, to cower before this girl, but god help her, she’s just really fucking angry instead, fuelled by the white hot flames of jealousy.

Molly, the pretty blonde is batting her eyelashes at Eren and lingering in their hug just a little too long, her arms still latched loosely around his waist as she speaks up to him, asking how he is, what he’s doing here.

Mikasa is completely ignored.

For a moment, she considers just leaving, but no, that would leave Eren in Molly’s clutches and they’d probably have a lunch date or something.

Her mind races with possible solutions, and she’s very irritated that she’s already taken her third dose of blockers for the day, so she won’t need another one until the evening. She can’t even mess with her scent like she normally does.

Some deep part of her is a little concerned at how common it’s becoming for her to mess with her dosage, but well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

“Oh! And this is Mikasa, my best friend, you probably know her, she’s an Ackerman.”

Mikasa is jolted back to the conversation as Eren finally acknowledges her, pulling from Molly’s grasp. They both turn to her, Eren a pleasant smile on his face, and Molly, her expression carefully polite, this little blonde is sizing her up, considering if she’s worthy of Eren.

“Oh, the Ackermans? Are you an alpha then?”

No.

“Yes,” Mikasa grits out, maintaining a painfully fake smile, holding out her hand for a shake.

Molly ignores her outstretched hand, humming in consideration, “Well you don’t smell like an alpha.”

The fucking audacity of this bitch, Mikasa wants to maul her, and Eren must be able to tell because he quickly switches sides, appearing at her back, hand on her hip, keeping her in check.

His touch calms her only slightly, but Mikasa takes the opportunity to lean into him a little, her back pressed against the hard planes of his chest.

Molly doesn’t look thrilled.

“Mikasa is just a really strong alpha, they have her on blockers,” Eren explains and Mikasa is happy for it, she’s not sure what would have come out of her mouth if she answered, probably threats of violence if she’s being honest with herself.

“Oh,” Molly says, her nose scrunched up in displeasure, before changing the subject quickly, “So Eren, when do you want to hangout next? It’s been a while.”

When have they hung out before? How do they even know each other!

Mikasa has so many questions, but her main goal is to get them both out of there, she was having a good day before this, the centre of attention for grumpy Eren. She was going to make him buy her food, and drive her home, maybe steal some of his new clothes just for fun.

It was shaping up to be a great day, a rarity with the recent events of her life, and now it’s ruined.

Eren begins to reply, some nonsense about how long it’s been but Mikasa is feeling rather petulant, her day ruined. So, without further thought, she yanks on Eren’s sleeve rather aggressively, perhaps with a bit too much force because his whole body tilts slightly at the movement. His sleeve makes an angry ripping sound and Eren looks down in mild shock, disconcerted at the damage she’s caused.

In lieu of apologizing she simply makes her demand, “I’m hungry, we should go.”

She feels like a sulky child, but she can’t help it, she wants his attention back on her, the centre of his focus.

“Mikasa,” Eren says tightly, “I’m having a conversation.”

She gives him a meaningful look, one that should convey all her feelings at once, one honed over years of friendship.

She’s hungry, she wants to leave, and she wants to spend the rest of her day being coddled by her best friend, because if she deserves one thing after presenting as a fucking omega, it’s this.

Instead of reacting as he should, Eren ignores her, avoiding her persistent gaze, turning right back to Molly. No matter how she tries to catch his eye, he avoids her, eyes locked on Molly’s baby blues, politely asking her if she’d like to join them for lunch.

“Mikasa is hungry, but I’d love it if you’d join us.”

The beautiful blonde opens up her mouth, lips sparkling pink with her gloss in a full smile as she responds but Mikasa has had it. She cuts her off before she can even get a word out, “Too bad we’re leaving,” she grips Eren’s forearm a tad too tightly, digging her nails in, the universal werewolf sign of ‘get me the fuck out of here’.

She looks up at Eren, smile sharp, a silent threat, “Right Eren?”

God, she’s never been this aggressive before, she’s not sure if she likes the feeling or not, but there is some part of her that likes the power, the way Eren doesn’t even try to move away from her, is he into it? Werewolves are physical creatures after all…

“Miks,” Eren hisses and Mikasa ‘accidentally’ steps on his foot in response, giving Molly her most winning smile, “We have to be getting home you know, it’s movie night!”

She leans into the ridiculous façade she’s creating; she doesn’t care that Eren is probably going to give her shit for it later, she is jealous, and she’ll be damned if she lets Molly get her boy!

Eren has never been more turned on in his life than when he leaves the mall with an angry little she-wolf attached to his arm, and she’s all over him as soon as they get to his car.

Mikasa had been dropped off at the mall, so of course it’s his responsibility to drive her home now, but with the way she’s acting, he’s not sure they’re going to make it home at all.

Quite frankly he wants to pull over right now and bend her over the hood of his car, just fucking claim her like she so obviously needs, stop her from being such a fucking brat.

And for once, it’s not her fucking scent that’s going to his head, it’s her behaviour.

He’s still got marks on his arm from where her nails had dug into him, little half-moons that had just touched at breaking skin.

He’d been momentarily excited that maybe she was going to break, claim him once and for all, but she’d stopped just short, leaving him with only a fading reminder that she’d had a reaction to Molly at all.

And now, he’s wondering if it was just her normal reaction to another female alpha so close and interacting with her because she’s done a complete 180 from when they were in the mall.

Currently, she’s huddled herself into the corner of the passenger seat, head leaned against the cool glass of the window, ignoring him.

People have often told him in life that he’s the crazy one, unpredictable, brash, impatient, but honestly, lately Mikasa has been giving him a run for his money.

“Are we going to talk about that?”

She glares at him from underneath the hood of his sweatshirt, the one they’d just bought, and she’d almost immediately stolen as soon as they’d gotten into the car, apparently, a hoodie was necessary for her moping. With her clothing thievery lately, maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised about it.

“There’s nothing to say.”

He turns to her in disbelief, “Mikasa, you dragged me away like a bratty teen, Molly and I are friends.”

They’d almost been more once upon a time, but he hasn’t seen Molly in more than a year at least.

“I just felt like going home,” she deflects, stretching her legs out in her seat, smooth thighs exposed as the denim of her jean skirt rides up and fuck is it ever hard to keep an eye on the road.

Mikasa is temptation itself, her sweet aroma slowly invading his senses as her scent permeates the car, vanilla and lavender, flowery yet subtle, just enough to tease him. Her long legs on display, and the fact that he’d gotten the tiniest glimpse of her panties as she’d changed her position.

Pink, and fucking lace.

And to top it all off, she’s acting like a fucking brat, her behaviour practically demands he put her in her place, he craves her submission.

It’s becoming exceptionally hard to fight his urges, his instincts telling him he should teach her a lesson right now on the side of the highway. In broad daylight, up against a tree, rough, make her cry, plead, beg for it, apologize with kisses, tell him she’ll never disobey him again, submit to her alpha.

With each passing kilometre, it becomes harder to deny, his cock is fucking throbbing, tenting his pants in a way she’d surely notice if she weren’t being so pouty.

It doesn’t make sense, he’s never felt this way with anyone else, any other alpha, he shouldn’t feel this way.

Her own alpha nature should combat this, she should be snapping right back, fighting fire with fire, demanding his own submission. They should be fighting with each other, each warring for dominance, Christ he and Annie have gotten in more than enough arguments for him to know how female alphas work.

Instead, Mikasa is sitting in his passenger seat petulantly picking at her nails, plump lips turned down into an adorable little pout, her tiny form swallowed whole by his oversized sweater. She’s almost submissive in her body language, turned into herself, head tilted down, as if now she’s regretting it, sad to have disappointed him, but pleased to have his attention again.

If he’s being totally honest with himself, she’s acting like a bratty omega.

Not for the first time, Eren wonders if maybe his instincts aren’t so wrong after all.

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Mikasa has taken to sabotaging her dates.

She knows she shouldn’t, she really does, but when Levi introduces some nerdy looking guy named Sam, from several packs over, Mikasa draws her line in the sand.

So, she starts sabotaging them in covert ways, and well, maybe she likes the sabotage a little bit too.

It’s actually become quite a guilty pleasure if she’s being honest with herself.

Because before every date Mikasa finds herself at Eren’s place, making some ridiculous excuse to use his bathroom.

And then she drowns herself in his cologne.

The first time had been innocent, she’d just been curious about the effects, if she’d like smelling like Eren for an entire day, how her potential suitors would react.

But then, her head had started swimming, and Eren had looked at her when she came out of his room with something in his eyes, something deep, hungry, like that day at the mall. When he dropped her off afterwards there had just been something, he’d been holding himself back. She can still feel how his fingers had dug into her waist during their goodbye hug, how his hands had lingered at the dip of her waist, just above the curve of her ass.

It’s that same look, the intensity in those beautiful green eyes of his, and there was pride there too. Some deep part of him was pleased that she smelled like him, and he’d showered her with praise the whole afternoon, been so much touchier.

She hadn’t even had to abuse her blockers, it had all been of his own volition!

And her suitors, well her suitors reacted as poorly as one could expect when the girl you’re trying to court shows up to your date doused in the scent of another alpha.

It was perfect.

So, now here she is before her next date with Leopold, sitting primly at Eren’s counter, her entire body spritzed with the smell of him, ankles, wrists, and most importantly her neck.

The arch of her neck where Eren keeps leaning in to sniff, inhaling deeply and driving her wild, her eyes rolling back as the edge of his nose trails along her shoulder.

“Mmm, you smell good Mik,” he murmurs, and she can barely contain her giddiness, giving him a big smile, “I just borrowed your cologne.”

“I know,” he squeezes her hip, taking one last deep intake before moving away from her back to where he’s cooking his dinner, “I like it.”

She beams at him, and he winks, going back to chopping up some baby carrots and green onions for fried rice, “You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?”

“Umm,” she mumbles, “I’m not sure, I have somewhere to be.”

She can’t tell him it’s a date, she has no idea how he’ll react and to be honest, she doesn’t want to know how she’ll feel if he encourages her about it.

Eren pouts at her, his full bottom lip turned downward and fuck why is he so pretty? Who gave him the right?

“Somewhere more important than dinner with your favourite person?”

She grins, sliding off the counter as she notices the time, teasing him, “Somewhere more important than that.”

Eren huffs but lets her go nonetheless and Mikasa is off to her date with Leopold, promising Eren dinner tomorrow night instead.

As usual, her plans work, and the look of disgust on the blonde’s face as soon as she arrives at the restaurant is pure gold. Mikasa thinks she can effectively cross him off her list of suitors.

Leopold had been a nice guy, but not for her, he was more Levi’s idea of an ideal mate for her.

To say her cousin is pissed when she comes home smelling of Eren is an understatement.

He’d made her shower three times before letting her in the kitchen for tea with him and Hanji.

Eren has always been slightly territorial over his friends, it’s no secret. Its why Jean has a scar on his arm from the first time he’d met the gang. He’d gone in for a hug with Mikasa and Eren had said absolutely not, except he’d said it with his claws instead of his voice. Now, people just know better.

It’s just unfortunate that Eren’s possessive and territorial tendencies seem to be getting worse with age, or at least he thinks so. It’s the only explanation he can come up with for why he’s so volatile around Mikasa lately.

A man will simply look in her direction and he can sense it, holds back the growls as their gazes peruse her form. He wants nothing more than to cover her up in his clothes, in his scent and mark her as his own for the world to see.

He’s always been territorial but it’s never been this bad, even Armin has been giving him shit about it.

Maybe it’s because she’s been stealing his cologne lately?

Eren finds he doesn’t mind it, rather enjoys it actually, the scent of her own natural aroma mingling with his cologne, likes the idea of other alphas being turned off by it. His wolf practically preens whenever she does it, bashfully traipsing out of his bathroom like she doesn’t embody every one of his wildest dreams, taking on his scent, mated off to him.

God, he just wants to take her as his own.

But Mikasa is an alpha, she’d never tolerate that.

So, he settles for dirty looks and attempting to be the strongest alpha in the room.

He’s not entirely sure it works though, because the urges never go away. He keeps waiting for them to disappear, for him to get used to it. But no.

It’s the worst with Jean though, sweet summer child Jean who has confided in Eren that he doesn’t think Pieck will ever give him the time of day and thus has reverted back to his original first choice girl, Mikasa Ackerman.

He’d given up his crush in the seventh grade when Eren had bitten him for the privilege of sitting next to her and instead of respecting the winner of their little brawl Mikasa had freaked the fuck out and dragged Eren to the nurse’s office, worried about scratches on his arm. Eren had stuck his tongue out at Jean for good measure, calling it his victory.

But now, as Eren waits at the bar for their drinks, watching Jean and Mikasa converse at their table a few meters away, Eren isn’t feeling very victorious at all.

Mikasa laughs and Jean touches her hair, twirling it around his finger before giving it a little yank and Mikasa giggles, he can hear the twinkling sound across the bar, his ears completely attuned to everything Mikasa.

Eren is steaming with jealousy and rage.

Eren holds back the urge to growl, what the fuck? He doesn’t entirely understand why he’s reacting so strongly. He’s always been territorial, but he’s dealt with a lot of men hitting on Mikasa in his life, she’s very attractive and brilliant, of course men flock to her. Since his youth he’s gotten much better at controlling his jealousy, but recently he just can’t handle it.

Maybe it’s something about Jean, he’s not entirely sure, but the second Eren arrives back to the table with their drinks he’s in her personal space.

He carefully places her margarita down in front of her, before taking the seat on her other side, sipping his own drink as he glares daggers at Jean.

Everyone else has slinked off to different parts of the bar to do their own thing, Connie and Sasha racking up a game of pool while Armin and Annie canoodle in their own bother, leaving only Eren, Mikasa and Jean.

After several minutes of ignored conversation on Eren’s part in favour of homicidal thoughts about Jean, his friend finally gets the hint and leaves.  

But before he does, he leans in for the stereotypical ‘nice guy that likes you’ hug, the side hug that Mikasa can’t refuse because they’re all friends accompanied by the kiss to the cheek before Jean finally leaves.

Eren watches on in thinly veiled disgust.

The second he’s gone he turns to Mikasa glowering, “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

Mikasa chokes on her drink, coughing up the margarita and turning to look at him like he’s nuts, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I-“ she stumbles over her words, “How was he looking at me?”

He gives her a look, “Like he wants to take you home.”

Mikasa looks oddly smug, almost happy at the assertion, struggling to keep the little smile off her face. It only pisses him off more, why is she happy about this, it infuriates him. Is she more interested in Jean? Why would she be interested in Jean?

She belongs to him.

Except she doesn’t and she won’t not anytime soon, not unless he makes a move.

She’s presented now, what is he waiting for? His hand clutches tighter around the cool bottle of his beer, too bad he’s a fucking pussy. He looks up at her to observe her reaction to the news and her lips are still quirked up into that cute little half smile, her cheeks pinching as she struggles to hide it.

She’s more interested in Jean, that much is clear from her expression, the sparkle of excitement in her beautiful gray eyes, the hopeful way she’s looking at him now. It all points to one outcome: she likes Jean.

Her mouth parts to speak, pretty pink lips slick with sugar and salt from the rim of her margarita and Eren waves her off, “Forget about it, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“But—”

“Forget it, Miks.”

She quiets at his command and some dark part of him is happy at how easily she responds to his orders, how easy it is for her to obey him, almost like it’s natural… But that small part is much overpowered by his current heartbreak.

Jean, she likes Jean.

She’s probably going to try and claim him soon too, he’s lost the battle for Mikasa’s heart after all.

He observes his best friend in awkward silence as she stares down at her drink, a finger tracing the salted rim, contemplative.

A strand of raven hair falls forward into her face and unconsciously he finds himself brushing it back behind her ear. She’s beautiful, a work of art truly, those intense grey eyes of hers, silky hair, and her brilliant mind, Mikasa Ackerman is everything he could want in a woman and more.

And yet, the battle for her heart might already be lost, he should let her go.

Unfortunately, Eren Yeager has always been selfish, and he can only battle his instincts for so long before he cracks.

It feels like every interaction with Eren is one step forward and two steps back, she doesn’t know how to read him anymore.

He used to be transparent, his emotions quick, easy to read on his face, he could turn like the tide, rage to happiness, frustration, all of it. As someone who’s known him all her life Mikasa was well-versed in all things Eren.

But now that they’ve both presented it feels like she doesn’t know him at all anymore, her ability to read him gone just like any hopes of her being an alpha.

Recently, he’s quiet, more closed off and sullen than he usually is, and it feels like with every push she gives him he reacts the opposite of how she expects him too.

She loves him but it’s absolutely exhausting trying to understand the tempest of his emotions.

His comments about Jean had been abrupt, spontaneous and for a moment, a brief moment it had almost sounded like he was jealous and all of her hope had been revived.

But then, he’d ended the conversation, his responses terse and angry and she’d lost the chance to elaborate.

She’d left that night even more confused about their situation than before, all of her attempts to ask him about his choices in mate rebuffed.

But Mikasa is determined, and a week later, in the dying light of a beach fire with their friends she makes her last stand.

Everyone save Armin has long since disappeared towards the water for a midnight swim, maybe a little skinny dipping with friends but Mikasa stubbornly remained, hoping to talk to her best friend alone, to goad him into a discussion on the topic of omegas, she’s sure if she could just convince him.

She doesn’t even know how the conversation begins but she finds herself arguing with him rather vehemently about what his type is.

It’s not pretty.

Armin is refereeing them as they volley back and forth but for the life of her, she can’t help herself. She knows his type, she knows he wants an alpha, but some little part of her can’t help but fight for it. If Eren could see all the benefits of an Omega, maybe she’d have a chance.

Eren shrugs over the crackle of the fire, “I think I need a strong Alpha girl, put me in my place when I need it.”

His eyes are intent on hers, and normally she’d never argue, never make a peep but she can’t resist throwing it out there, “But what about an Omega?”

His eyebrows rise into his hairline, his reply quick, brusque “Not interested, not for me.”

Mikasa huffs in irritation, “You can’t just exclude an entire class of werewolves Eren, you don’t know, maybe you’d like an Omega.”

Eren scoffs, his eyes fiery as he replies, set in his view, “I can say quite confidently, I won’t.”

Her anger builds, this pit of rage blooming in her chest, all spewing out at once, “Why not? Everyone wants an Omega, what makes you think you’re above it?”

He gets a little defensive, “Nothing, I just, I think I want an Alpha.”

“Well, that’s not good enough,” she snaps, “Omegas are coveted for a reason.”

Finally, Eren gets annoyed with her arguing, “Well do you want an Omega? What the fuck makes them so great Mika?”

Mikasa retorts right back, “I wouldn’t look down my nose at one!”

That’s when Armin finally jumps in, breaking it up, “Just relax you two. Every werewolf class is good okay? Happy?”

“Whatever,” Eren sneers, turning away and Armin shakes his head at them before standing up and dusting himself off.

“I’m gonna go see what’s going on with everyone night swimming, make sure no one’s drowned yet, but you two stop arguing okay? Please don’t kill each other in my absence.”

Eren waves him off and Mikasa gives him a tight smile as her friend leaves, heading off towards the dark waters where she can hear some distant splashing and every so often Sasha’s shriek of laughter.

She knows she should let it go but she really can’t, turning in her red camp chair to look at Eren, scooting a little closer in the sand so their arms are almost touching.

She gets one more parting shot, “You know Omegas have their merits Eren.”

“Like what?” He asks in disbelief, “They’re barely free to make their own choices, it’s all a lie.”

Mikasa huffs and Eren shoots her a wry smile as she continues the argument, but she can’t help it, she craves the validation.

“Caving to your instincts isn’t always such a bad thing you know Eren.”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure, so the next time I have the urge to go full alpha werewolf on someone I should just give in?”

Mikasa shrugs daintily, “I’m not saying that, but omegas do have their merits you know, wouldn’t it just be nice to give in, take it?”

His eyes flash briefly and she can tell she’s caught his attention, and she purses her lips to hide her smile, whether he likes it or not he’s interested.

She looks up, so close in the light of the fire, bathing his skin golden as it crackles in front of them.

She releases a breath as she considers herself, the merits of an Omega, the call on alpha instincts, everything she wants to happen, everything Eren should want.

Mikasa leans in closer, so they’re almost cuddled together, the only thing separating them the arms of their pathetic little camp chairs, bracing herself on his well-muscled shoulder.

Her lips find his ear as she whispers to him, her voice seductive, “Submissive, breedable, loyal, doesn’t that interest you Eren? Total devotion, your omega.”

His breath stutters as she whispers it like a secret, “They’re so needy, I’ve heard Omega heats can last weeks, their only desire to fuck their mate.”

Mikasa allows her other hand to slip up to his chest, leaning herself in even closer. He’s barely breathing, hanging onto her every word, breath stalled in his chest as her lips brush against his ear, she wants so badly just to give a little nibble, or the slightest kiss.

“As an alpha doesn’t that call to you, if your mate needed you so much, she’d cry with it, beg, on her knees just to have you.”

He releases a harsh breath all at once as he struggles to come up with a response, but Mikasa takes her opportunities where they come, and she continues, “Knotting her,” she sighs longingly as she says it, “I’ve heard only omegas can take knots properly, take all of you.”

His breathing is stuttered, harsh as he struggles to reply, get out any kind of denial. Mikasa smiles primly as she sits back, removing herself from him entirely. Looking Eren over, she’s already won, he’s wrecked.

“I think I’ve made my point Yeager, you’d want one.”

Then, to add insult to injury, she stands from her chair before gracefully dropping her dress to the floor, her body illuminated in the fire, her teeny pink bikini exposing her curves for Eren to see. Her hands caress over her full hips up to her flat stomach, and finally tracing the curves of her breasts.

She gives him a saucy smile, as she repositions her bathing suit bottoms so they sit higher on her hips, the round cheeks of her ass exposed a little more, illuminated beautifully by the firelight. She hums in contemplation, giving him just the slightest hint, “You know I’ve always wondered if I could take an alpha’s knot, you think I could?”

His response is strangled, his eyes darting between her tits and where her bikini bottoms just barely cover her centre, “You’re so small though Miki.”

She shrugs helplessly, “I think I could do it, after all I was made to.”

And with that she dances off towards the water where Sasha is still singing away.

It's the only hint she can give him.

Of course, it goes right over his fucking head.

Mikasa is cruel in a way he’d never expected of her, and he can’t tell if it’s purposeful or not. It almost feels like she wants him to be with an omega and it’s the most twisted form of torture as he tries to figure out why.

Is this her subtle way of hinting to him that she’s not interested? That he should fuck off, she’s more interested in Jean? Has she figured out that he likes her, that he’s been in love with her since they were kids? That he doesn’t really give that much of a fuck about the freedom of omegas, that he’s just trying to make himself more appealing to her in any way possible?

He doesn’t get it, doesn’t know if he should just throw in the towel or not, but watching her strip down to nothing but her miniscule bikini in the brilliance of the firelight makes it immensely difficult for him to just walk away.

He stays in his uncomfortable camp chair for several minutes after Mikasa leaves, staring into the golden flames where she’d stood, the image of her burned into his retinas. Miles of smooth unblemished skin revealed, plump thighs, the enticing dip of her waist, full hips and those tits, those fucking tits.

He’s always tried not to objectify Mikasa too much, tried to abstain from thinking about the fact that she probably has the best figure he’s ever seen, but her breasts are something he’s never been able to overlook, especially not when they’re barely restrained by that tiny bikini, full and round, just a little triangle covering her nipples. He wants to know what colour they are, pretty pink just like her lips? A little darker?

Eren groans, dropping his head back to the red fabric of his chair, fuck.

He’s glad she’d left before him, because if she hadn’t, she’d have seen the semi he’s sporting under his swim shorts, aching painfully against his thigh.

Fuckkkkk.

He can hear the pretty tinkle of her laughter bouncing off the rocks of the cave and floating up to him, and it’s rather unfortunately accompanied by Jean’s deeper baritone and immediately Eren’s mood sours.

Scraping a hand through his hair he sits up, readjusting himself so it’s not as obvious that he’s turned on beyond belief. He’s hoping the chill of the water will calm it down a little, but he’s not hopeful, the image of Mikasa wet and in the water might rile him up all over again.

He wants to consume her, lick her up and down, take her for everything that she is, so close they’ll never be apart.

But his quests to have her are going rather poorly, especially when it feels like she’s fighting him at every turn.

Alphas like power, command, and they don’t like to be pushed around and told what to do, so if he has any chances at her heart, he’s going to have to lean into the submissive side of himself.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t really exist.

And every time he tries to lie and prove to Mikasa it does, she fights him tooth and nail. It feels like she’s actually arguing the opposite, that she thinks he should settle down with a nice little omega, when no, that is not at all what he wants to do. It’s exhausting just talking to her about it, but nonetheless, he persists no matter how many times he fails.

He needs to show Mikasa he’s capable letting her take control, letting her dominate him literally. Maybe that’s what she wants, that’s what’s holding her back from considering him? He’s not submissive enough for her.

Is this a test?

He kicks some sand into the dying fire, not wanting the wind to pick up and light a chair up or something. He considers her actions as he heads down towards the small rock alcove where his friends are partying. It’s small and hidden, tucked away from the beach and in order to get there it takes a few lengths of swimming, but it really is nice, the rock shielding them from the more aggressive waves of the ocean.

It's chilly as he steps in, but not chilly enough to deter him, he can already hear Armin’s music playing from the waterproof speaker they’d brought with them, booming with some new alternative hit Armin is raving about.

There is giggling as Eren finally dunks himself, cursing silently at the chill and he hopes to God it’s a little warmer in the cave.

The swim is short and thankfully, he feels a little more settled as he finally comes up inside the cave, the camp lamp Sasha had brought illuminating everyone.

Immediately, he’s met by witty remarks and sarcastic jeers, “Finally joining us Yeager?”

Eren shrugs, uncaring about the comments, he’s more focused on the little spitfire nestled near the corner of the cave.

He swims up to the shallower part of the alcove where a large rock juts out, just enough space for a few people to sit, and where Mikasa is propped up happily, sipping on some kind of alcohol, her legs dipped into the water, smooth calves dangling as she spreads out, body on display.

Mikasa winks as she notices him, evidently still high off winning their argument and Eren goes in guns blazing, ignoring the greetings of their other friends, swimming right towards her.

She gives him a saucy smile, “Finished licking your wounds Yeager?”

Challenging an alpha, God if she weren’t an alpha herself, he’d have her for being such a brat, take her home right now to fuck the insolence right out of her, his whole body vibrating with the desire to make her submit.

He takes a deep breath, fighting the urge to challenge her back, no he needs to be a good submissive boy, for Mikasa, that’s what she needs as a fellow alpha.

He restrains himself, instead retaliating by grabbing her ankle, his other hand already moving to the underside of her delicate foot and then she’s giggling uncontrollably.

She releases the sweetest little gasps as she tries to escape him, “Eren stop!”

He doesn’t stop, instead yanking her into the water by her foot and she falls in with a rather spectacular splash. She comes up spluttering and chilly in front of him and he can’t help his laughter, she’s still stunning but she’s absolutely soaked.

“Eren!”

She gives him a good smack to his bicep for his actions and he can tell she’s going to go for another one, so he grabs her.

“Relax,” he tells her, caging her in his arms so he can lean his chin on her head, arms resting over the plump mounds of her breasts, “You’ll be warmer this way anyway.”

“You know, body heat and all Mikasa,” he whispers teasingly in her ear and she shivers a little in his grasp, he’s not sure if it’s entirely from the chill of the water.

She looks up at him in displeasure, full bottom lip pulled down into a pout, now she’s all upset and Eren can’t help his smile, she’s so cute when she’s worked up.

“Erennn,” she whines, holding her arm up, dripping water, as if she didn’t choose to swim out here in the first place instead of staying warm next to the fire.

She glares up at him and Eren tunes into the wider group conversation, content to keep her trapped against him, enjoying the way she struggles every so often, letting out adorable little huffs before sinking back into his grasp contentedly.

For an alpha werewolf she doesn’t put up as much of a fight as he’d expect, and her submission sends shivers down his spine.  

“Are you two going to stop canoodling now?”

Armin breaks them from their own little world and Eren responds without missing a beat, “No.”

“What are you guys talking about anyway?”

Armin sighs, “Pack politics.”

Eren makes a face, “Really, as if we don’t get enough of those at home?”

Armin shrugs, “We might get some new members, it’s a big deal.”

“I’ve heard there’s a few new guys,” Sasha pipes up excitedly, and Mikasa is nodding enthusiastically from in front of him, her head bobbing against his chin in agreement.

“Levi was saying that, there’s some new alphas, apparently one of them is really hot—”

Eren gives Mikasa a little yank, his forearms wrapped around her neck, choking her out a little and she shuts up.

Another alpha, she doesn’t need another alpha, he likes where she is right now, in his arms and content.

“What?” Sasha asks excitedly, “There’s a really hot one?”

Mikasa is unable to speak as Eren puts a little more pressure on her windpipe, leaning down to her ear, inhaling her sweet smell deeply, “Don’t get her riled up, you know how she is.”

Her breath hitches slightly, and Eren resists the urge to nibble at her earlobe, kiss at the spot on her neck, the one he wants to mark up and bite, inhale the intoxicating scent of vanilla and spice. Here, so close, her scent almost overwhelms him, the addictive edge to it going to his head, if he didn’t know better he’d really think she was an omega.

He can’t resist pressing his nose to her nape, inhaling deeply and Mikasa happily tilts her head for better access, fuck so submissive.

Mikasa chooses not to respond to Sasha and the rest of the discussion devolves into an argument about the attractiveness of the current alphas in the pack.

“What about Hitch? She’s hot,” Jean throws in and Annie scoffs, “In your dreams Kirschtein.”

Jean looks affronted and Marco is now talking about Pieck while Connie of course posits himself as most attractive alpha in the pack.

Eren nuzzles into the dip where her neck meets her shoulder, voice reverberating over her skin, “What do you think Mik, huh, best looking alpha?”

She is suspiciously quiet in his arms, cheeks flushing red and Eren smirks, continuing to hold her close under the guise of keeping her warm, “I think I’m the best looking.”

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “Besides you, of course.”

Mikasa wiggles a little to look up at him in exasperation, a soft smile on her lips, she mumbles a quiet retort, “Shut up.”

They lapse into a contented silence as everyone else devolves into their own conversations, Jean floating towards them his gaze curiously taking in Mikasa in all her skimpy glory. Eren is thankful his hands are occupied, holding her close, because he’s sure he’d shove Jean away if given the opportunity. He doesn’t like how he’s looking at her at all, that edge of interest in his eyes as Marco discusses the merits of Pieck a few meters away.

It's more than obvious to Eren that Jean is attempting to escape the discussion, and a scantily clad Mikasa is the perfect distraction.

“Hi Jean,” Mikasa chirps as he edges closer and Eren grits his teeth, irritated by the acknowledgement.

“’Kasa,” Jean greets her, the nickname on his tongue a little too familiar and Eren hates it, he’s the only one allowed to call Mikasa nicknames, just him.

He tightens his grip around her shoulders, thumb tracing at her collarbone, cheek pressed against her hair, impossible to escape and Jean looks less than thrilled about their entanglement.

He’s hoping Jean will just leave them to their ‘canoodling’ as his friends have apparently labelled it.

He doesn’t.

“You look awfully submissive Mikasa.”

Jean’s tone is only half-joking and almost immediately, Mikasa freezes in his grasp, becoming self-conscious and Eren wants to growl and snap at his friend for bringing it up. He doesn’t know what prompted this in Mikasa but he’s enjoying it immensely.

This time she really does struggle, breaking out of his grasp with a little resistance and Eren lets her go mournfully.

Mikasa is flustered, struggling to explain herself and Eren fears it’s because she’s feeling embarrassed in front of her crush, not wanting him to get the wrong impression about their relationship.

“I umm, I just,” Mikasa stutters and Eren comes to her rescue although it pains him to do it all so she can save face with Jean, “Her blockers have been messing with her.”

Jean looks doubtful and Eren continues, “And I thought I’d try being dominant,” he swallows painfully as he finishes his sentence, every word a lie, “for once.”

Jean looks him over in shock, doing a double take and even Mikasa looks to him in utter confusion.

Eren takes this as an opportunity, a blessing in disguise, because although Mikasa might be submissive tonight, she’s definitely very dominant in the bedroom, of this he has no doubts.  

He’d started experimenting recently, fucking around with other alphas and as much as it pained him to do so, he’d purchased a pair of handcuffs from the nearest hardware store. He refuses to leave Mikasa with the impression that he’d accept an omega, that he’d even be remotely interested in one when she’s an option.

“Oh?” Mikasa raises an eyebrow, reaching up to grab for her cooler, some overly sweet cocktail in a can thing.

She takes a sip and he makes his case, “I’m a sub, not sure if you’re aware, but Omegas don’t do shit for me because I’m the one who wants to be dominated.”

He lies through his fucking teeth and Mikasa’s face changes to shock so rapidly it’s almost comical.

“I even use handcuffs,” Eren grits out, telling her about them like they’re his prized possession, like he’s actually fucking used them, like they’re not still just as shiny as the day he bought them.

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying as he talks, describing how he enjoys being chained up in cuffs, like it’s something to be proud of, “Yeah I use them religiously with all the alphas I’m with.”

There has been precisely four female alphas, and he’s hated every second of being with each of them. The first three hadn’t been terrible but the last one had wanted to attempt anal and that’s when he’d drawn the line, he loved Mikasa and if that was what she wanted, he’d do it, but not with some random girl he’d found at the bar.

Absolutely fucking not.

Jean guffaws next to him, shocking Eren as he reminds him of his presence. He guzzles back his can of beer, joining the conversation, looking Eren over in interest.

Eren’s jaw clenches as his rival tries to hold back his laughter, “Eren there’s no fucking way you’re a sub.”

His eyes focus on Mikasa in concern, seeking her approval, trying to convince her and honestly himself that the words he speaks are true, “Fuck you Jean I’m a great sub.”

Jean scoffs, “I can’t see it. They probably have to gag you just to get you to shut up.”

Eren blushes slightly, looking away, a silent admission and Jean laughs even louder as he realizes how spot on he is.

Fucking Jean, in this moment there’s no one Eren loathes more, especially not as Mikasa looks him over doubtfully.

Eren huffs in irritation, turning completely away from Jean and towards Mikasa, trying to physically exclude his friend from the conversation.

Unfortunately, Jean isn’t having it, shoving his way right back between them, giving Eren a playful splash and then a shove and Eren is forced to step back.

Jean hoots, holding his beer up in a toast, “Really Yeager, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Eren glares and Mikasa’s brows furrow as she looks him over, unsure of the truth.

Eren wants nothing more than to explode in a fit of rage, challenge his friend to a little fight, but he knows this would only prove their theory correct, Eren is no submissive, but for Mikasa he can be, and he has to convince her of it.

Gritting his teeth he ignores Jean, turning instead to Mikasa, a rather pained smile plastered on his face, “What do you think Mika?”

She’s incredulous at his question, her eyes flitting over him, sparkling with an emotion he can’t name. She takes a deep breath, gearing up to say something before she thinks better, cutting herself off and standing up rather abruptly, her drink spilling at the movement, “I’m gonna go talk to Armin.”

And then she’s gone, launching herself from her spot with a flash and doggypaddling over to where Armin and Sasha are having a heated debate about the merits of Erwin’s leadership, leaving him looking after her as she hurries off.

Eren deflates as yet another attempt at Mikasa’s heart ends in failure.

“Hey Yeager, how sturdy are your cuffs, you think I could borrow them?”

“Shut up Jean.”

It had been an accident, letting Eren get so close, getting so comfortable in his grasp, his teeth grazing the arch of her neck, his scent overwhelming her. She’d lost control, given into her more submissive traits and found herself being questioned by none other than Jean.

For a moment, she’d thought it was all over, the jig up, but then Eren had come to her rescue, but in the worst way possible.

It’s not like she’s unaware of Eren’s sex life, since he’s presented, she’s been immensely aware of all his female attention and the fact that most alphas don’t do well during their ruts alone. It’s not out of the realm of possibilities for him to have fucked someone else, but in her case at least, ignorance is bliss and she hadn’t been prepared to face the truth of his escapades in such detail.

So, Mikasa does her best to avoid Eren for the remainder of the night, sticking close to Sasha who’s a ball of exuberance. Her energetic best friend is more than happy to take her mind off of Eren and his apparent alpha escapades. Mikasa thinks back on the conversation bitterly, all of Eren’s alpha conquests, the fucking cuffs he uses to be tied to the bed.

It's the most excruciating kind of torment and she most certainly hadn’t expected it, not after their previous conversation.

She’d left the beach assured that he might at least consider an Omega mate with how he reacted.

Now, she’s not so sure.

She makes a face into her drink, the fruity canned cocktail tasting acrid on her lips, she most definitely never needed to know that he uses handcuffs, fucking handcuffs.

If it was another situation, she might think it was hot somehow, and despite her own preference for being the submissive one, she might actually be into dominating Eren, the idea of him handcuffed to her headboard isn’t so terrible. But under the circumstances, him cuffed to another alpha’s headboard makes her want to throw up the disgustingly sweet cocktail she’s been sipping at.

She feels sick at just the thought of it.

Mikasa drops her head wearily, her hand clenching a little harder around her cooler, so much for progress.

She doesn’t even feel like drinking anymore, doesn’t feel like listening to her friends bicker no matter how silly and lighthearted, it’s hard to improve her mood now.

Setting her can down on the ledge of the rock, Mikasa hopes to make her escape soon, plotting how she’ll leave the next time Sasha starts a big debate with Connie, when everyone is too preoccupied to notice her disappearance.

Unfortunately, just as Sasha yells, “Obviously Arts Majors are better than Business, Connie,” and everyone is finally distracted, Eren appears in her line of vision, snagging her around the waist just as she’s about to duck out of the cavern.

He looks almost apologetic as he tugs her against his chest.

She glares at him murderously, teeth bared slightly in a pathetic mimicry of her response if she were actually an alpha.

Fuck, if she were an alpha so many things would be different, it only pisses her off more and she struggles harder against him, thrashing in the water.

“Let me go Eren,” she hisses, and he frowns, tugging her further back into the cavern towards the secluded back wall, a little away from where everyone is arguing now about the merits of their university programs.

“What’s up with you?”

Mikasa huffs, she can’t exactly tell him what’s up with her, that she’s pissed he fucks alphas, that wouldn’t go over very well.

“It’s nothing, I just feel like going home now.”

“Then I’m going with you,” he states, and she knows already there’s no use arguing, not with that look on his face.

“I think we’re gonna head out, Mik’s freezing,” Eren tells everyone as he drags her towards the mouth of the cave.

“Party pooper,” Sasha calls and Eren shakes his head, “It’s not me it’s Ms. Anemia over here, she’s probably gonna get a cold if I don’t take her home.”

Mikasa nods in agreement, she just wants to fucking leave, no more of this, she’s cold, tired and the pit in her stomach is an open void at the news Eren has shared tonight.

She’s about to start the short swim up to the beach without him while he’s distracted, finally escaping. But instead, Eren takes the opportunity to maneuver her onto his back so she’s not entirely submerged in the chill of the water.

“Eren,” she yelps in surprise, her hands automatically locking around his neck for support.

“Let’s go Mika.”

She nods a little, resigning herself to it as Eren firmly grasps her thighs. She presses her cheek against his back as he leaves the alcove, wading through the waters towards the beach and for a moment she feels content, safe, a rarity recently.

Despite all of her inner turmoil, Eren is being sweet, and it only irritates her more that she can never seem to stay mad at him, even less so when he voices his concern for her so obviously.

“Don’t get hypothermia just yet Miks, I’ll get us to the car soon.”

Her lips quirk up at his comment and she deflates a little more on his back, she’s just so tired of all this, the tumultuous emotions, the anxiety about him finding out, the jealousy, so many things.

She wishes she was an alpha, then she could just claim him like she’s always wanted.

She used to daydream about it, how she’d claim him. It had been the first thing she wanted to do once she presented, march right up to his house, tell him she was in love with him and go from there, maybe date a little bit and follow it up with crazy heat sex at a later date.

She slumps a little on his back, so much for that.

Eren drops her at the beach, bundling her up in both of their towels before hiking up to grab the car, drive it a bit closer so she won’t have to walk so far.

He’s sweet, really, the best friend a girl could ask for.

She nuzzles further into the combined clump of their beach towels as she waits for him to come back, having no desire to walk up the beach herself.

He appears several minutes later, getting sand everywhere as he rushes to a stop in front of her, picking her up as if she weighs nothing and Mikasa is content for a moment, if nothing else at least she has this, the comfort of their friendship, familiarity.

He settles her into the car while her teeth chatter, bundled up in their towels, her clothes thrown into the beach bag haphazardly.

Eren cranks the heat immediately, turning the ignition before he begins packing their camp chairs into the back and Mikasa breathes a sigh of relief, fiddling with the dial on the radio, changing stations until she finds something she’s happy with, a soft unintrusive tune.  

She can hear him wrestling their chairs into the back of the car and she can’t help a small smile as she huddles further into their towels, the warmth of the car slowly settling into her skin, he’s so sweet.

“You good Mikasa?”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, she doesn’t understand him, how he can be so affectionate with her, so soft and loving when he’s not interested in her at all, it makes no sense.

“Mika,” Eren chides from the back, and she sighs in irritation, she wasn’t loud enough for him.

“I’m fine, just hurry up, I want to go through a drive through or something and get hot chocolate,” she calls back snarkily.

He chuckles, continuing to shuffle around in the trunk, packing up all their belongings, innocent while Mikasa puzzles over his actions, she doesn’t get him.

He'd been so affectionate in the water, so touchy, and he’d carried her all the way up to his car, turning on the heat for her as soon as she got in. Even after their argument earlier he’d still been so touchy, it’s not normal, it doesn’t make sense.

Despite all the evidence building up in her head, her hope stubbornly remains, maybe just maybe he’d overlook his desire for an alpha mate for her.

Eren slams the trunk shut before heading towards the driver’s side, chuckling at her request for hot chocolate.

He tsks her as he buckles in, “So demanding.”

She grins, “You owe me, you pulled me into the water.”

He snorts, putting the car in drive and reversing out of the parking stall, “You would have had to get in again either way, as I recall werewolves can’t teleport and you have to swim to get back to the beach.”

“You still owe me Yeager.”

“Whatever, Ackerman,” but he pulls through a late-night drive through nonetheless, requesting a hot chocolate with a bit of whip cream to offset the heat and Mikasa beams when she receives it.

She sips it, almost moaning at the flavour of chocolate and whip cream on her tongue, the sweet, salty goodness she was craving, warming up her chilled body immediately.

He’s so confusing.

Especially as he winks at her over his own drink.

She ruminates on it more as they drive in comfortable silence to her house, his hand reaching out to interlace with hers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles to make sure she’s warm.

All is good, her hope is mounting, maybe she should tell him, and in the quiet of her mostly barren driveway, surrounded by trees, only the light of the moon illuminating them, she thinks maybe this is her time. She opens her mouth, setting her hot chocolate down, ready to tell him, bare it all, but Eren speaks first, crushing her hope under his boot.

“So, I know we were talking about our preferences in mate earlier, and umm, I just wanted to say again Mikasa, I’ve been with so many girls, I know what I want,” he looks at her with such love in his eyes, she almost tricks herself that he’s saying something different entirely, such intensity, “I want an alpha.”

He says it softly, bashfully, like he’s craving her approval and Mikasa struggles to hear it said so blatantly. It’s quiet for a moment and the words echo in the silence of the car, her mind fixating on them so much so that she barely registers his next words.

“Like you…” He trails off  shyly, but Mikasa can barely hear him, too preoccupied with the finality in his words, he wants an alpha, won’t settle for anything else.

Eren tells her about fucking another alpha like it’s a badge of honour, as if every word isn’t a slice to her heart.

“What?” She whispers and Eren smiles bashfully, “Yeah, I mean you are—”

She cuts him off, “Why do you keep telling me about this?”

His brows crease as he tells her, “Well I just thought, you know, it doesn’t mean anything, I just thought you should know—”

“Know what?” She spits, cutting him off yet again, her emotions getting the better of her, overtaking rational thought. What the fuck could she possibly get out of this, why the fuck would he tell her this again? Why does she need to keep hearing about it?

He exhales in frustration, running a hand through the silky locks of his hair, “I just I really think Alphas are my type Mikasa,” he tells her, and strangely it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself, “I wanted you to know that, all the alpha girls I’m with, they say,” he pauses, looking uncertain how to continue, “they say I’m exactly what they needed, I can be submissive.”

Mikasa fights back the bile in her throat, exactly what she needed, some other girl told him that? That’s what he had been doing all those nights while she slept cuddled up next to his fucking jeans?

It feels like a slap in the face as he recounts the experience in vivid detail.

She fights the urge to bare her teeth, to snap and growl as she wants to, to claim him as her own, what little is left of her alpha genetics. Some other fucking girl sleeping with her man, almost claiming him.

But none of that is allowed to seep out, because she’s not an omega, she’s an alpha, this shouldn’t affect her in the least, because alphas blow off steam all the time. They fuck, they fight, they’re the top of the food chain, nothing matters to them, they do as they like and this by all rights shouldn’t phase her. Not the idea of him taking care of some other girl, moulding to meet their whims in the throes of desire, none of it.  

“Good for you,” she responds numbly, her voice faraway and distant.

To her dismay Eren sounds forlorn at her response, upset, “Umm thanks, but you know I just- I really wanted you to know Miks—”

“Why?” She bites out, she can’t help it, is he rubbing it in her face? He doesn’t care about her at all any more than a friend. It couldn’t be clearer.

Eren frowns, struggling for a moment, “I just, I wanted you to know I’m umm, I’m into other alphas. I think that’s my type,” he trails off, “Just in case you’re umm thinking about it, have been considering anyone…”

If her head were clearer, if she wasn’t an omega, maybe she would have understood the inflection in his tone, the emphasis he puts on the word ‘alpha’, the way he’d told her in not so many words, that she was his type. But as it is the only thing his words convey to her is how painfully unwanted she is.

He doesn’t want an omega.

That’s all that runs through her head, all she can think about.

“I have to go,” she says abruptly, gathering her things from the floor of the car, opening the door into the brisk chill of the night. It’s almost a relief how the cold bites into her, a different kind of pain than the one in her heart.

Eren looks heartbroken as she leaves, but what the hell does he have to be heartbroken about? The love of her life didn’t just confess to fucking other girls and only being interested in the very opposite of her.

She needs time.

“Mikasa!” Eren calls as she rushes to escape the confines of his car, but she can’t turn back, the tears already slipping down her cheeks as she slams the car door in his face, she needs to leave.

She can’t do this anymore.

She’d thought maybe there was some small, miniscule amount of hope, that she’d been making progress, but obviously not.

After that night Eren doesn’t see Mikasa for a week.

He’s coming up on the seven-day mark when he starts getting a little concerned. He doesn’t know why she’s avoiding him, dodging his calls, telling him she’s sick and can’t come to class, but he’s fucking tired of it.

At first, he’d acquiesced, hadn’t made waves when she gave him the worst excuse ever for skipping out on their afternoon study session. She’d told him confidently, “Sorry, can’t tonight Eren I have to walk the dog.”

Mikasa and the Ackerman’s do not and have never owned a dog in their lives. The mere idea is so ridiculous it had almost made him laugh, Levi would have a heart attack with that much fur around his pristine house. 

But he’d said nothing, figuring she wanted her space after her reaction the other night, she hadn’t exactly been thrilled to find out he’s been with other alphas, although he has no clue why. He’d just been trying to let her know he was into it.

A lot of alpha guys wouldn’t be, being submissive was fucking hard, especially when your instincts demand the opposite.

So, at first, he’d let her hide, avoid him, but now as he approaches almost a week without seeing her, touching her, smelling her delicious scent, he’s pretty fucking tired of it.

So, he stalks her.

Whatever, it’s not the worst thing he’s ever done, and he has connections…

His connections are in fact just that Armin saw her getting pizza in town and Eren had taken it upon himself to appear at the same place mysteriously.

She almost screams when she notices him loitering next to her car outside Benni’s Pizza, and she does in fact drop the bag of cheesy bread she’d been holding, the grease soaked brown paper bag dropping to the wet cement miserably.

Mikasa glares at him from over her pizza boxes, “Really Eren?”

He shrugs, pushing himself up from her car to grab her bag of bread, maybe steal a piece, “You’ve been ignoring me Mikasa.”

“I haven’t, I’m just, I’m busy,” she tells him as she unlocks her car, settling her pizza boxes into the backseat of her silver Volkswagen.

Eren opens up the bag, snagging a piece of cheesy bread, “Busy with what? You haven’t been showing up to class so you’re not studying.”

“Eren,” she says in irritation, snatching the bag of cheesy bread from his greedy hands, before grabbing a piece for herself. She bites into it like she’s starved, pretty white teeth ripping into the cheesy goodness.

It's how he’s so sure he’s in love with her, no one else is as attractive as Mikasa when she’s scarfing down Benni’s cheesy bread.  

Her lips shining with grease as she glares at him, chewing angrily, brilliant silver eyes sparking with rage.

“I’ve been busy,” she says around another bite, opening up the driver’s side door to slip away, but Eren shuts it before she can get it open enough to slip in.

“Eren!” She gristles, trying to open the door again but he slams it right back into place and she fumes.

He leans back against the car door, an immovable obstacle between her and her escape, she’s going to tell him what’s up.

“Cut the bullshit Miki, why are you avoiding me?”

It’s cute really, how she’s getting so worked up into a little tizzy, there’s practically steam coming out of her ears, and he’s sure if it was more dignified, she’d be stomping her foot right now about not getting her way.

She releases a sound of frustration as she tries the car door again, trying fruitlessly to open it despite him blocking her way, her lithe little body wedging between him and the car door as she yanks on it.

He can’t resist edging a little closer, crowding her against the door, taking a deep inhale of her scent, and God it’s been so long, a week feels like forever to go without her these days.

As Mikasa fails again at opening the door, the handle snapping back with an angry noise, she acquiesces, lips puckered up in irritation, “I just needed some time by myself.”

“Why?”

“I just needed time, God Eren not everything is about you.”

He shrugs, usually it is at least a little bit, especially when she’s only been avoiding him in particular. Apparently, she went for lunch with Armin the other day.

“Well, when are you going to stop avoiding me?”

She glowers up at him murderously, and Eren doesn’t like that at all, not with how she’s been acting lately, how she’s been avoiding him, stealing his clothes, she’s been such a fucking brat.

His instincts get the better of him because God he just wants to put her in her place, teach her a lesson, collar her fucking throat and let her know who she belongs to.

He crowds her against the car, arms braced against the roof, trapping her between him and the door. Mikasa gasps at the abrupt change in position, no escape as he leans in close.

“Are you going to stop Mikasa?”

She looks up at him, and so close he can see all the flecks of colour in her eyes, silver, blue, and the pink tinge of her scar under her eye, even the dark circles under her eyes that suggest she hasn’t been sleeping well.

She chews on her lip, and he wants to stop her, be the one to do it, give her a little nip during kisses, just enough to draw blood, taste her.

And perhaps he’s now realizing the error of his ways because although he’s trapped Mikasa, he too is trapped with her, taking in every inch of her, how stunning she is up close, all the sweet little reactions, those pretty silver eyes looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

He can tell just by the way she’s looking at him what she’s thinking about, how her eyes keep dropping to his lips and it takes everything in him not to give in, not to give into these harsh desires to just breed her, fuck her like his body is telling him she needs. It’s ridiculous, Mikasa is an alpha and it would offend her, but honestly, she’s not pulling away and lately he’s noticed that Mikasa really doesn’t ever react like he expects her to, her actions always contrary to what her alpha class would suggest.

He really just wants to kiss her, especially when her breath hitches as he moves closer, forehead pressed against hers, he repeats his previous question, “Why are you avoiding me Miki?”

And this time, she answers obediently, wetting her lips before she responds, her voice honeyed, syrupy with desire, “Heat,” she murmurs, “Coming up.”

Unfortunately, this is the worst possible thing she could say to an alpha werewolf who’s been in love with her for the better part of his life because what the fuck?

It’s her first heat and she’s fucking avoiding him.

That cements it, she’s not interested, not in the least, and never has it been more obvious to him than now, she’s avoiding him for her heat, actively wants to be nowhere near him.

It’s a slap in the face and he’s quick to pull back, taking hold of himself.

Both of them are breathing hard as they pull away, their proximity going to his head, her obedience.

Mikasa’s chest heaves with quick breaths, her eyes wild, a little scattered as she struggles to understand why he’s pulled away so abruptly, in a daze.

“So, you’re going to spend it with someone else?” Eren asks and it takes her a second to reply, still clutching her bag of cheesy bread in her fist, she looks frazzled, confused, shaking her head as if to physically shake off her confusion.

“What—I, no? I don’t know.”

His heart jumps and he hates the little bud of hope that develops, maybe she wants to be alone for the first one? Although he doesn’t understand why, that would be unbearable.

“So, you’re spending it alone?”


Mikasa struggles for a moment, brows furrowing as she weighs her reply in her head, “I umm, I don’t know yet.”

A non-answer.

Eren hums, unsure how to proceed, does she want him or not, he has no idea, but if she’s going to claim him, she’ll have to do it soon.

“Okay, well, I’ll be around then I guess Miks.”

He waves at her before turning to head back to his own car and Mikasa waves back, looking a little worse for wear, her hair mussed, eyes wide and fuck she’s still so cute.

He turns back just as she opens her door, one last command she’d better follow, “And stop avoiding me Ackerman!”

She gives him the finger and well, that is that.

Dating, or rather ‘matchmaking’ as Levi so affectionately likes to call it has become a regular part of Mikasa’s life lately especially as her first heat approaches, Levi isn’t so content to let her sabotage her dates anymore.

She’s seen more photos of random alphas than she knows what to do with, she feels like the prototype of werewolf tinder or something.

And well, her answer to Eren hadn’t exactly been wrong when she’d seen him the other day in the parking lot of Benni’s, she really has no fucking clue who she’s going to spend her heat with, if anyone at all, because so far, mating options aren’t looking great.

“What about Jean-Claude Mikasa? He’s nice, and he’s French,” Hanji tells her excitedly and Mikasa winces, Jean-Claude?

Hanji looks over her face before pouting, “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Mikasa,” Levi huffs from the kitchen table, grumpily making his tea, stirring the spoon around the teacup just a little too aggressively, “You can’t be so picky, go out with Jean-Claude. I’ll organize it tonight.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but at Levi’s severe look she shuts it again, knowing there is no arguing with him, not tonight. He’s tired, and as they inch closer and closer to her heat she knows he’s getting even more stressed out at her not having a mate.

No one is more concerned about her impending heat than Levi is, and she knows that despite his anger, and lack of patience with her recently, it comes from a good place.

He’s especially under the gun knowing Kenny is out there, probably cooking up some scheme of his own. They haven’t heard from him since that first visit, but Mikasa has no doubt that if she’s not dealt with, Kenny will deal with it for her.

If she’s not mated, she’ll be in trouble indeed.

Mikasa sighs, nodding her agreement to Hanji who quickly picks up the phone, dialing the number of who she can only assume to be Jean-Claude. Her aunt walks from the kitchen, already urgently whispering into the phone, leaving Mikasa alone with her grumpy uncle.

Levi gives her an apologetic look, setting his teaspoon down, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she shrugs, “it needs to be done.”

Levi nods, sipping his tea thoughtfully and Mikasa goes back to her own cup, a little cold now, oversteeped, the tea bag has been in for too long.

“I’m worried about Kenny, that’s why I’ve been more pushy lately, I don’t know what he’s up to.”

She looks up in concern and Levi continues, “I think it’s better to mate you off sooner rather than later, I don’t want him using you as a bargaining chip for something.”

Mikasa nods, the pit in her stomach growing, that’s her worst fear, to be sold off to the highest bidder to be used as nothing more than an alpha’s whore. She shudders at the thought, and Levi reaches over to pat her shoulder comfortingly.

“How is it going with Yeager, any hope?”

Mikasa shakes her head dully, nothing, she has no idea where his head is at, especially after the parking lot incident and the sort-of-almost kiss. It’s an absolute mess.

“I’m sorry Mikasa.”

She shrugs as she thinks of the stupid alpha werewolf who has her heart, God he’s such a pain in the ass.  

Mikasa, unfortunately, finds out the hard way exactly what Kenny’s been planning when she arrives at her date with Jean-Claude.

Mikasa meets her sixth suitor at a secluded restaurant a few towns over, she doesn’t exactly want to advertise that she’s going out with random alphas to mate, it’ll be all the pack gossip and she doesn’t need any more scrutiny.

Sometimes she wished she was a witch, what use was turning into a giant furry creature, why couldn’t she do actual magic like a witch? What was the point, honestly.

Mikasa waits for Jean-Claude nervously, if Levi told her correctly, and he’s from a few packs over and she’s not really sure what to expect.

Mikasa looks down at herself, considering her outfit, she wonders if it’s too casual or good enough for a first date?

It’s nothing too crazy, just a pair of her chucks, and some black flair pants with a crop top, nothing too crazy, nothing too fancy. She can’t try too hard, she might be looking for a life mate here but this fucker doesn’t know it.

Besides, the last four guys she’s met with have all been jackasses.

She winces as she thinks back to her disastrous last date, it had definitely not gone how she wanted. The boy had just been a little… much for her if she was being honest, and he lacked a certain Eren-ness she required in a mate, which seemed to be the problem she had with most of her suitors so far.

She had little hope that Jean-Claude would be any different.

And of course, Jean-Claude doesn’t disappoint, mostly because it’s not actually Jean-Claude she meets with at all, it’s someone much worse, much more sinister and she recognizes him right away.

Porco Galliard.

He’s an alpha from a few packs over and who Mikasa knows for sure Kenny has been doing business with, highly illegal drug business.

Kenny wasn’t feared for nothing, and he was widely known for both trafficking in magical creatures and pixie dust, an elusive drug, that was, you guessed it, made out of crushed pixie wings.

Shit.

She really is cursed to date the worst of the worst it seems.

Porco doesn’t disappoint, more than living up to her expectations of failure, a waitress leading him to her table and already she can tell he’s going to be a complete dickface even aside from all of his illegal dealings.

He’s attractive at least, better looking than any of the other matches she’s seen so far, but Mikasa is almost certain his looks have likely contributed to him being downright insufferable.

He sits down, motioning to the waitress for a drink, “A negroni.”

Mikasa makes a face, a negroni? Negronis are disgusting, bottom of the barrel cocktails as far as she’s concerned, three ounces of pure liquor of the worst kind: Gin, Campari and Vermouth.

Only monsters drink negronis, monsters and high-level businessmen of which Porco is both.

Not to mention Mikasa hasn’t even ordered yet, she’d waited, wanting to be polite for her date.

Evidently, he’s chosen not to extend her the same courtesy.

She clears her throat a little, deciding to order something for herself as the waitress looks her over, if she’s going to suffer through this date she might as well be tipsy, “I’ll have a margarita.”

The waitress nods, about to turn away and Mikasa thinks better of it as she gets a really good look at this boy, he’s far too good looking and he’s got this irritatingly smug smirk plastered on his face that pisses her right off, like he already has the upper hand.

“Actually, make it a double, I’m gonna need it.”

The waitress nods and Porco’s smile is wiped right off his face.

Take that asshole.

“Porco,” she finally greets and he nods, placing his menu down.

“And you must be Mikasa? The girl Kenny is so desperate to mate with me?”

At that, her mouth curls up in disgust, yup, she knew her uncle was somehow involved. She’d sooner end up with Leopold or Jean-Claude than this sad excuse of a man.

“You’re an option we’re considering,” Mikasa tells him carefully, playing it off as if she knows what Kenny is doing, her words clipped.

“Huh,” he murmurs, “Kenny told me you had no idea about any of this.”

Mikasa’s fists clench at nothing, he’s called her bluff and Porco smirks.

Mikasa fights the urge to strangle him from across the table.

“So, what are you giving him in exchange for me then?”

Porco shrugs as the waitress sets down their drinks, her margarita and his negroni, “Drugs, etcetera, it doesn’t concern you. I was told you’re an omega, that you’d shut up and be pretty.”

Fuck, Kenny had really bared it all, and suddenly, she’s not feeling so confident anymore. All it would take is one bite, one maneuver across the table and it’d all be over.

Her fear must show briefly in her face because Porco chuckles as he sips at his drink, waving her off with his other hand, “Relax omega, I’m not sure if I want you just yet. You’re pretty and all but I’m not sure you’re mate material.”

She breathes a brief sigh of relief, she’s safe for the moment, and as soon as she gets out of here, she’s running far, far away.

He gives the air an experimental sniff before making a face, “And I’m not even sure you’re really an omega, quite frankly you smell like used goods, you’ve got another man all over you.”

At this, Mikasa winces, perhaps all of the cologne thievery wasn’t her best idea.

“But,” Porco taunts her, playing her like a puppeteer, he holds all the strings, his eyes flashing with greed, “If you are what Kenny says you are, it’s a hard opportunity to pass up.”

Porco sips his drink in contemplation and Mikasa feels her breath hitch, so Hanji’s blockers are working, he can’t tell for sure, even though her uncle has ratted her out.

“I’m not,” she tells Porco confidently, “I’m probably an alpha my presentation was weird.”

Porco hums, tilting his drink up to his lips again, almost nothing left of the disgusting concoction.

He looks her over, keen golden eyes watching her with interest, “I’m not going to take your word for it, no offense, right Ackerman?”

Mikasa nods stiffly, of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

He takes one last drink, throwing it all back in one gulp, giving her his final proposal, “I’m going to think on it, and if you really are an omega, I’ll claim you during your heat.”

He stands up, throwing a wad of cash down on the table for their drinks, and Mikasa hopes he’ll leave her to her misery, but he thinks better of it, brow furrowed as he looks at her firmly, “You’d better still be available by then omega, or you can tell Kenny our deal is off.”

Fuck.

The entire interaction had only been fifteen minutes long and yet Mikasa is left with a chill in her bones, the silent threat of what he’d do if she was already mated lingering over her.

“My heat,” she whispers brokenly when she arrives home, hours late, and Levi looks immensely confused before her scent registers with him and a dawning horror overtakes her cousin.

“Mikasa what?” Hanji asks in concern and Mikasa can only shake her head brokenly, “He said he’s going to claim me during my heat.”

“Who?”

“Porco,” Levi whispers and Mikasa can only nod, her fate sealed.

Levi and Hanji argue for hours over what to do, but Mikasa has entered a state of blissful apathy.

She can’t fix it, it’s pretty hard to say no to a notorious werewolf criminal who’s made a deal with her Uncle, there’s not really any getting out of it, not with a man like that.

She doesn’t care anymore, what’s the point, what does it matter who mates her now? Eren is obviously not an option so whatever, why not Porco? In the end it’s going to be one random stranger or the other, a cruel man like Porco might be awful but at least she’ll be protected, all of this stress will be over.

And at least no one will have to die, she can only imagine the kind of havoc Kenny will wreak if she’s mated by the time Porco comes back for her.

But Levi and Hanji seem determined to find her someone, now more than ever, making calls, arguing constantly, Erwin is in and out of their house every night it feels like.

Mikasa though, she doesn’t care anymore, if this is the fate that’s been dealt to her, so be it.

As Mikasa inches closer and closer to her heat, the beginning of the end, she finds herself succumbing to more and more of her omega traits.

Heatsick, they call it, when a werewolf gets so close to their heat, they can’t control themselves.

It’s not pretty what happens, how she loses control, lets it all go, stops caring entirely. But she’s unbearably close to her heat and what is she to do? She’s never dealt with this feeling before.

It’s all she can do to restrain herself from jumping her best friend, she barely has the willpower to see him anymore, just being in his house gives her the shakes.

And yet, she can’t help but seek him out, making excuses to go over to his place. Today it’s because Levi is out of town and she wants dinner. Why can’t she make it herself? Absolutely no one knows.

It’s a ridiculous excuse but he goes with it.

Eren leaves her alone in his apartment for only a short hour, telling her just to get comfy, he’ll be back he’s just gonna go grab some pizza from down the street, that she can just pass out if she wants.

But Mikasa does a little more than pass out.

To her credit, she really does try, and it’s so comfortable in his bed where it smells like him, sweet and musky, mint and his cologne, the woods. She almost passes out, but the ache between her thighs is so strong, she’s soaked through her panties with her essence, her poor cunt throbbing.

And the idea of doing it in Eren’s bed, where he’ll assuredly smell her when she’s gone, as will any other female he takes to bed, well it becomes more and more appealing.

The omega part of her wants to mark her territory, show him her nest, how good she’s been for him.

So really, she can’t help it when she mounts his pillow like a prize saddle and starts to grind, no jeans, no panties, just her sweet essence and the delicious friction on her aching little bud.

She muffles her noises into his comforter, harsh pants, her hands twisted up in the sheets as she grinds herself to completion, and fuck his blankets smell even more like him, like the woods and the spice of his cologne.

She cries out as she cums, thinking of Eren, how he’ll surely be confused when he gets back, how he’ll react, unwillingly aroused by the scent of her. It’s cruel really all the evidence she leaves,

the faintest wet spot and the smell of her soaked into his bedsheets, navy blue coloured darker with her slick.

And then before Eren gets home with their Friday movie night pizza she’s gone, ordering an Uber back to her place. Eren is left cold, alone and confused and when he gets to his bed, he’s in an entirely different state of frazzled. Because it smells amazing, and he has no idea where Mikasa has gone.

In the real world, shit is still going haywire, Erwin is over constantly, Hanji is trying to engineer heat prevention pills, it’s just generally a shit show at the Ackerman farmhouse and no one has seen Kenny in weeks, so there’s no stopping what’s going to happen.

Mikasa remains apathetic about it all, choosing not to think about it, to sleep through Erwin’s visits, pass out so she doesn’t have to deal with the struggles of real life.

Although even that is becoming difficult these days.

As she gets closer to her heat Mikasa finds she has a harder and harder time sleeping, her body begging for an alpha to sleep with, to protect her, to fuck her to sleep, wake her up from her bad dreams safe and knotted to him.

She feels so unbearably empty, waking up with little whimpers as her body realizes it’s purpose still hasn’t been fulfilled.

Even Eren’s clothes no longer satisfy her, his jeans thrown across the room in her rage, her wolf unfulfilled by just his scent. Even now, cocooned in her nest, tucked under his sweater, wearing nothing more than an old shirt of his and boxers that she’d stolen, soaked with her slick, it’s still not enough. No amount of friction on her clit helps, desperate fingers slipping inside her just to tease at the illusion of fullness she wants, nothing helps, not even her vibrator, the overly large one Sasha had teased would never fit.

It fits, but it’s still not enough.

In a fit of pure anguish, she calls Eren one night, her breathing heavy as she waits for him to pick up, she needs this, maybe his voice will be enough to make her forget, let her get lost in it, fall into the blissful peace of sleep.

“Hello,” he picks up, sounding gruff and sleepy and to be fair it is 1 am, there’s no reason for him to still be awake, they have class in the morning. But it’s a balm to Mikasa’s soul and for just a brief moment everything slips away, the ache in her womb, it’s all gone with just his voice and she feels contented for just a moment.

Alpha, her brain coos and she lets out a sigh of relief, her desire slipping into her voice, “Eren.”

“Miki are you okay?”

She struggles to respond for a moment as everything comes back into sharp clarity, her moment of peace gone, shattered with his very logical question because no, she’s not fucking okay, she’s bordering on the edge and some asshole alpha from another pack is going to claim her instead of him, and no, nothing is fucking okay.

But she can’t tell him that, because it’s been well established now that Eren doesn’t like her, he’s interested in alphas and only alphas and even her Omega heat can’t fix that.

But it doesn’t mean she can’t take advantage of his voice, gain the briefest feeling of relief with an orgasm just before her heat, maybe it’ll put her to sleep even!

So, Mikasa does one of the worst most unconscionable things she’s ever done, her fingers already slipping past his boxers to tease at her folds.

She finds them soaked with her essence and it’s easy to slip a digit in as she replies, “Can’t sleep,” she tells him breathily, hoping to god he doesn’t figure out what she’s doing.

“Mmmm,” Eren replies, deliciously sleepy, his tone lazy, reverent as he settles in and she can imagine he’s touching himself too, his own hand slipping down to cup himself teasingly through his boxers.

“So, you called me?” He teases, his voice still rough with sleep and Mikasa shudders, her eyes fluttering shut, he works her up so easily with just his voice.

“Yeah,” Mikasa mumbles, slipping another finger inside, enjoying the feeling, “I just miss you.”

“Miss you too,” he replies, an edge of fondness to his voice at her impromptu call and Mikasa can imagine if they were together and this was real, that he really would miss her like she misses him, that he’d rush over to make sure she was taken care of like she wants.

Her breath hitches at just the idea, her alpha taking care of her, God.

“Miki are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” she hisses through her teeth as she tucks her pinky in next, it’s a lot, she’s never taken so many fingers before, she wonders what it’d be like to take Eren, she knows he’s packing.

“Just, just talk to me, help me fall asleep,” she lies.

Eren does just that.

Mikasa doesn’t let him stop either, she cums three times, so easily too with just his words about school, complaining about their professors, and best of all, when he tells her what to do, telling her she needs to focus more in class, the frustrated edge of his voice playing her just right. God she loves when he tells her what to do, brusk demands on her time, on her body, just imagining him saying something else, something much naughtier makes her shiver.

They hang up only when Mikasa has been quiet for too long and Eren thinks she’s asleep, probing her name into the phone, “Mikasa?”

And when she doesn’t answer, because she can’t, too breathless from her most recent orgasm he finally hangs up and she’s not sure if she’s relieved or upset when the dial tone sounds in her ear.

She’s heatsick and every day is an ache just to wake up.

She’s never experienced a heat before, not as a true omega. She’d never understood either, always thinking foolishly that she’d be able to fight it off, but only now does she realize what a feat that would be, how hard it must have been for Eren and the other alphas when Historia presented. Hell, how hard it must have been for him every time she skipped a dose of her blockers for an hour, because it’s what she’s feeling right now.

Even her feelings for Eren are being overridden, in a way she never thought they would, her body only cries out for an alpha, anyone to sate her, to soothe her aching core with their knot, she doesn’t care anymore.

And it’s only going to get worse, she’s not even in heat yet, probably mere days away, and already, her will power is dissipating.

So, with resignation, she stands from her bed, her body aching and she goes to Levi and Hanji’s room where she knocks tearfully.

Her cousin answers, his expression one of sympathy and he knows she’s giving in and thankfully he doesn’t make her say it, nodding at her in understanding, “We’ll take you to the cabin in the morning and an alpha will be sent.”

Mikasa doesn’t even care who it is anymore, she’s exhausted all her options, whoever gets to her first, whether it be Porco or Leopold, she doesn’t care anymore, there’s no use trying to escape it.

It's going to happen whether she wants it to or not.

Mikasa feels like she’s in a real-life horror movie as she looks around at the secluded cabin in the woods.

It’s rustic to say the least, and that’s putting it nicely, it looks like it hasn’t been touched in years, the cobwebs have cobwebs for god’s sake!

Hanji had at least stocked the fridge, but as she closes the refrigerator door, holding her water bottle close, she’s doubtful that Levi has ever been inside this place, he would have had a conniption if he knew how dirty it was.

Mikasa winces as she runs a finger along the wooden table and it comes up covered in dust, she’s definitely going to have to do a little light cleaning.

If she has time that is, she can already feel the stirrings in her gut, the heaviness in her limbs, a pressure she doesn’t know how to erase, a need that can’t be sated.

She feels jittery, unsure what to do with herself, breathless and she knows it’s the beginning of desire, the intense need she’s only read about, her heat is almost here.

The countdown has begun, for not only her first heat, but for whoever Levi is bringing for her to mate with.

 
It could be Leopold, it could be Porco, she doesn’t know anymore.

Since that day she’d met him in the restaurant he hasn’t reached out, she’s heard nothing from him and Levi and Erwin had come up with nothing upon their search.

He's an elusive creature, much like Kenny, terrifying and steeped into the criminal underworld of the supernatural, Mikasa knows there’s no finding him unless he wants to be found.

She can only hope he’s decided she’s not worth it, that his deal with Kenny is off for some reason or another, because she has no doubt, that as soon as her heat suppressants stop taking effect, as soon as she stops the last one, this afternoon around 3pm, they’re all going to smell it.

Alphas from miles away will come to seek her out, Porco included and he’ll realize her uncle wasn’t bluffing, not at all.

She can only hope she’s already mated to someone else, that it’s not too late.

“Hey Levi, what’s up?” Eren asks casually as he makes his way up the steps of the Ackerman residence. It’s been a while since he’s seen Mikasa’s angry cousin, and he looks even less happy to see him than he usually does, his mouth twisted up in disgust with just a twinkle of rage in his eyes.

“Of course, you’d be here,” Levi scoffs and Eren is immensely confused, he knew Levi hated him, but he didn’t realize it was this much.

He thought they had a rather charming back and forth where Levi heavily disapproved of his mere existence and Eren continued to hang out with Mikasa out of sheer spite, and also because he loves her of course.

Eren shrugs, the leather of his jacket crinkling as he does, “I’m here for Miks, she was acting weird last night and I thought I’d take her out.”

Levi groans loudly and Hanji appears at the door, “Levi hurry up, we have to find Leopold or another alpha that will work—Hi Eren,” Hanji trails off as she sees him.

She opens the door up a little more, a smirk spreading across her face, “You have rather opportune timing, don’t you?”

Eren looks back and forth between the two of them in confusion, opportune timing for what?

“I’m just here to get Mikasa, she hasn’t been answering her phone and I’m worried about her.”

Levi and Hanji share a look, completely ignoring him and Hanji cackles at Levi’s expression, “He’s right here old man, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, he’s exactly what we need.”

Levi’s face is blank, but his eyes scream murder, “Anyone but him, I told Mikasa she could deal with it if she wanted him.”

Hanji chuckles, “We need him now though, and Mikasa would be thrilled.”

“She said he didn’t want her though.”

Hanji scoffs, “They’re young Levi, they don’t know jack shit, she probably didn’t even ask, just assumed.”

Levi looks like he wants to say more but Hanji cuts him off, directing her next question to Eren, “Eren are you in love with Mikasa?”

For a moment he’s shocked still, his mouth opening and closing like a fish at the question, “Umm…”

“Yes or no answer brat, speak now or forever hold your fucking peace.”

“Yes,” Eren blurts out, an impulse decision that he hopes he doesn’t regret, maybe they’re going to bury him in some back alley now, get rid of him for real because he doesn’t fit the family lineage.

Hanji claps her hands together in excitement, “Perfect, all settled then.”

“No, no, not all settled Hanji!”

But Hanji is already shooing him towards their car, a large black ford sedan that looks like the kind of car he’s definitely going to die in, become one of Hanji’s crazy experiments.

“Get in the car Yeager.”

“Do I have a say in this?”

“Not if you want to see Mikasa,” Hanji tells him merrily opening the passenger side door while Levi yells at her from the porch.

Hanji slams the car door in his face, and he watches from the back seat as she skips towards the driver’s side. She’s turning on the ignition before Levi begrudgingly joins them, opening the passenger side door, grumbling all the way.


Hanji is already reversing out of the driveway and Eren still has absolutely no fucking clue what’s happening.

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Nope.”

“Shut up Yeager.”

Eren sighs, “Am I being kidnapped? Should I tell my mom I won’t be coming to her family dinner tonight?”

Hanji guffaws from the front seat, slamming her foot to the gas pedal as she peels out of the driveway, “Tell her you won’t see her for a week at least.”

“What?”

“Sit down and shut up Yeager, you’ll figure it out when we get there.”

“Where is there?” He demands, they haven’t told him a single concrete piece of information yet!

“Just sit back there and look pretty okay Yeager, trust me it’s in everyone’s best interest.”

What the fuck is going on here?

Eren is dropped off at the cabin with nothing but the clothes on his back and whatever is in his pocket, no phone, no car, nothing. Levi practically shoves him out the door of the SUV while the car is still running, he thinks the older man derives twisted pleasure from watching Eren stumble over the asphalt.

He doesn’t have a phone, but he knows Mikasa is there, he can smell it, her delectable scent wafting from inside the cabin.

It’s an old log cabin, probably dating back to hundreds of years ago, although it’s evidently been updated slightly over the years. It looks like the roofing is new, and despite some wear and tear, the exterior is maintained well.

He takes a moment to consider his predicament.

From what he can gather, it is very likely Mikasa is going into heat, that she’s going to have the untenable urge to fuck someone so hard they both see stars, he knows what it’s like, he’s been through it before.

Hanji and Levi hadn’t told him explicitly, but the subtext of their conversation had been clear, Mikasa needed someone to sate her urges with.

Eren can only hope that she reacts well to his presence. He’s not sure what he’ll do if she rejects him outright, if he’ll be able to deal with it.

Mikasa wakes up from her nappy groggy and wanting, her heat has most definitely begun.

Her blockers are still in effect, they are until she skips her last pill this afternoon, but already she’s feeling the effects of her biology.

It's so fucking hot, and everything feels achy, her throat parched for water. She dunks her head under the old faucet like a dying man, drinking right from the tap.

Only when she comes up for air does she feel somewhat better, a little more human at least, her throat no longer so dry.

She’s stripped down to almost nothing, just a pair of old sweats and a sports bra, it’s all she can handle. Besides, who cares what she’s wearing, whatever guy walks through that door isn’t going to care what she looks like anyway, they’re only going to care about fucking her, as soon as that last pill wears off.

There’s not a guy on earth who could walk through that door and have her care about her appearance, it’s all over now, it doesn’t matter.

Well, maybe there’s one guy, and just as she thinks it, the door opens, and the singular exception to her rule gingerly pushes the heavy wooden door open, looking all to put together for midafternoon on the first day of her heat.

It’s Eren.

Fuck.

And as soon as he steps inside his scent hits her like a truck, a sledgehammer right to her skull, suddenly everything is in bright technicolour as her brain registers the fact that the balm to her pain is mere metres away from her, an alpha.

And not just any alpha, the one she wants, the one she’s been so desperately wishing for since the fourth grade.

“Eren?” She whispers incredulously, is this a mirage? There’s no way this is real, and she wonders if heats make you delusional, is she imagining this right now?

“Miks?” Eren whispers curiously, “I umm, are you okay?”

And suddenly Mikasa is very aware of her outfit and the fact that her hair is soaked from her shower earlier, and she’s wearing the oldest pair of sweatpants she owns and a sports bra that she outgrew years ago.

Shit.

“I’m fine,” she tells him, her tone disturbingly high pitched and she wants to kick herself, damn it get it together Mikasa!

“I- umm what are you doing here?”

Eren shrugs nervously, shutting the door behind him with his foot, looking around, taking everything in, “I came to see you this morning and Levi and Hanji kidnapped me.”

Mikasa winces, of course they did.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, cursing her uncle, how the fuck is she going to explain this to him? What is a good way to tell him that he’s been kidnapped so he could fuck her into oblivion and be tied together with her for the rest of his life, how does one broach that topic?

She tries several times in her head, opening her mouth to say something before snapping it shut again as Eren pokes around the cabin, moving blinds, opening the fridge, looking down the singular hallway that leads towards the bedroom.

“What is this place?”

“It’s an old cabin, it’s been in my family forever.”

“Huh,” Eren replies as he knocks on the wall, listening to the sounds it makes, as if to check the structural integrity of the building.

Mikasa scrubs her hand over her face, slicking her soaked hair back, “Apparently some couple a thousand years ago or whatever built it when they ran away together, lived out their last days here. It’s all very romantic.”

Eren turns, a wicked smirk on his face, “Is that what we’re gonna do Miki?”

She sputters, no idea how to respond to such blatant flirtation and Eren cackles at her expense, finally settling himself on the back of the old leather couch in the living room to watch her, “Relax Mikasa.”

She cannot relax! The love of her life is here, during her heat, her breasts are swollen and achy, she feels unbearably hot all over and the cherry on top, Eren has no fucking clue she’s an omega. She can’t fucking relax.

“I’m assuming you’re going to go into heat soon?”

Mikasa nods numbly.

“Is that why I’m here?”

She nods again, slumping down into a chair at the kitchen table and Eren hums in agreement, “Gotchu.”

It’s silent for a moment, and Mikasa shrivels under his all-consuming gaze, those intense emerald eyes of his, they miss nothing. She squirms in her chair, unsure how to proceed, does he even want this?

“You can leave if you want,” Mikasa bursts, unable to contain herself, “Please don’t feel pressured to stay Eren, I can figure it out myself or I’ll find someone else.”

Eren gives her a venomous look at the idea of finding someone else, eyes thinning to angry slits, jaw clenching and Mikasa clamps her mouth shut, clearly that isn’t an option.

“No,” his words are sharp, brokering no argument, “It’ll be me, but I take it you don’t want to be claimed?”

On the contrary, she wants nothing more than to be claimed, at this very moment she’s already doing her best to restrain herself from exposing her neck, begging him to give her a little nip.  

Shit, how does she tell him she’s an omega? How does she come clean about the fact that she’s going to ruin his life if he claims her, it’ll be everything he never wanted.

“Umm, no.”

Another lie to add to the pile, why not keep adding them up, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Eren gives her a terse nod, his face unreadable now.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as Mikasa overthinks every moment of the interaction, what should she do next? Do they just walk to the bedroom in silence, will this be cold and clinical? Is her first time going to absolutely fucking suck?

“So how are you feeling?”

Eren breaks her out of her stupor and Mikasa looks up nervously, leg bouncing against the table in anticipation, how is this going to work?

“Hot,” she whispers and Eren gives her a nod of sympathy, “It’ll come in full force soon.”

“I know,” she murmurs, she can already feel it the ache between her thighs, how she itches to go to him.

They lapse into companionable silence once again, both left to their thoughts before Eren looks up, the mop of his dark hair tucked into his bun, green eyes clear and promising trouble, as attractive as ever. He gives her a lascivious smile, “So, how do we wanna do this?”

Fuck, she’s really in for it.  

All of Mikasa’s questions about how this is going to work are answered in the worst way possible as they stumble awkwardly into the bedroom. They’re answered in painfully excruciating detail, detail she never wanted, ever, because for the life of her Mikasa had not really truly accounted for the fact that Eren would actually like to be dominated.

Somewhere in her brain it had computed that he liked other alphas, had a thing for being submissive, but seeing it and believing it are two very different things and looking at him right now, she’s not sure she can reconcile the boy currently chained to her headboard with the one she’s known for twenty years.

Eren had somehow, miraculously brought handcuffs just for such an occasion, had whipped them out of his pocket like they were his prized possession.

Levi had taken his phone, but apparently the handcuffs were okay, had somehow made it into the Mikasa’s Heat Care Package.

And now here he is, the love of her life, chained to the fucking bed, because apparently, he’s a good submissive boy, the exact opposite of what she needs.

It kills her because even chained to the bed every inch of him oozes dominant energy, even how he’d directed her to use the cuffs, barking out orders, getting frustrated when she tied his hands just a little too far. Every little remark sent a jolt right to her cunt because she’s realizing very quickly that as an omega, she fucking loves being ordered around, especially during her heat.

She sits on his lap now, his shirt off, arms spread wide showing off each delectable inch of bronze skin over corded muscle, shoulder muscles pulled taut with how his arms are stretched out. His biceps flex as he tests his restraints, giving them a subtle tug, and Mikasa’s mouth waters as she watches his pectorals flex with every movement. Fuck when did he get so muscular?

Overall, Eren looks hot, and Mikasa wants to lick him all over, his bun is a little messy from all their struggling. But even now as he turns back to her, completely chained up he looks like he he has all the control and God does she want to submit.

He's stunning, all laid out in only his jeans, the edge of his grey boxer briefs peaking out, the hard planes of his chest, abs chiselled by the gods themselves, and the dusting of dark hair that leads to her prize.

Mikasa does her very best to keep her eyes up and firmly on Eren’s much darker gaze, but it’s a difficult task, especially when she’s sitting on his fucking lap, can feel and touch every square inch of him at her leisure and he’s looking at her like that. Like he wants to devour her, take her apart piece by piece and put her back together again.

Fuck.

Alpha oozes off of him in waves, even just the scent of him is driving her wild, and it makes everything so much worse. She can already feel her brain going mushy, she just kind of wants to curl up, sit on his dick and let him do all the work, not the other way around! She isn’t a dominatrix; she doesn’t have the disposition.

“So, you like to be dominated huh?” Mikasa asks wearily, contemplating her fate, because how the fuck is she gonna tell him?

Maybe it’s best he’s cuffed for this because she’s not sure he’ll still want her after.

“Yeah,” Eren tells her tightly, shirtless and cuffed against the headboard, he gives another experimental yank to his cuffs before nodding in approval.

She still has no idea why he’s here at all, how the fuck he’d convinced Levi to be the one for her.

It's all so ridiculous really, she’d gotten what she wanted, but she’s not so sure it’s going to be worth it when she has to tell him the truth. She’s not sure she can bare the look of disgust when he realizes she’s not an alpha.

She sits back on his thighs, her hands ghosting down his abs for comfort and Eren jerks under her slightly. She settles him, rubbing her hand over his stomach, each divot of his abs to his obliques and he hisses out a harsh breath through his teeth.

She looks into his beautiful green eyes, fighting back her tears as she mulls over her words, how she’s going to break his heart and maybe her own in the process.

“Listen Eren, before we start, I need to tell you something.”

“What?” He asks seriously, his whole demeanour changing.

Slowly, it’s been getting to him, her scent, she’s noticed, he’s become twitchier, more volatile since a few hours ago when Levi had merrily dropped him off at the cabin, and she knows it’s because she hasn’t taken her pills in over three hours now.

She’s given Eren small doses before, just a hint of what she smells like without her blockers and suppressants, so it’s not entirely new to him, but never for this long or at this intensity.

She always takes her pills again like a good girl, and Eren always settles back down, his emotions levelling out, not so touchy anymore, relaxing again.

But now, she can see it in his eyes, the animalistic edge there, the way he keeps tensing his jaw, his teeth probably pulsing in his gumline, he’s feeling it.

He's already hard against her thigh, and she knows it’s not just her provoking that reaction, it’s her scent, the heady aroma that’s probably hitting him hard right now, the all-consuming desire to have her.

He looks confused, his breathing picking up as she counts down the seconds on the clock, just waiting to hit the four-hour mark, right around the time when Hanji said they’d no longer be in her system.

She has to say it now before his instincts take over.

“I umm, I’m not really sure how to tell you, and I’m sorry for hiding it for so long. I know,” she sniffles slightly, “I know I’m not gonna be what you want, but I hope that you can be accepting Eren.”

“Miks,” he murmurs soothingly, calm for her even in the wake of what he must be feeling, the call of an Omega.

“No, I have to—” she breaks off, “I have to say it.”

He nods, cracking his neck slightly, teeth grinding as he struggles with her scent fully now, his nostrils flaring.

She looks up into his eyes seriously, facing him fully, “Eren, I’m an Omega.”

He inhales sharply, struggling with this new information on top of his instincts fully kicking in as her blockers wear off.

“What?” He whispers and Mikasa sniffles again, “I’m so sorry I know you wanted an Alpha but Eren I’m an Omega, I’m so sorry, I’ll do my best to be that for you, I promise.”

Her hands slip along his cuffs weakly before she leans back again to look him over, awaiting her fate.

There is a breaking sound, an angry creak from the headboard and Mikasa frowns as she looks at it for a moment, distracted. But then, there is a much louder crack, and she watches in mild horror as Eren very casually rips his handcuffs from the headboard, the wood cracking in her ears and she looks up at him in shock.

“You’re an Omega?”

She nods numbly as she observes the monster in front of her, a true alpha werewolf, having ripped his cuffs right from the bed.

His eyes shine eerily green from his place on the bed, and he looks truly deranged, like every werewolf movie she’s ever seen, the light of the full moon illuminating him from the window, a feral werewolf on the night of their first turn.

She shivers as he scans over her form, her blockers finally wearing off, and she can tell the moment it’s over, those inhuman emerald eyes locking right on her neck, his own alpha pheromones exuding outward.

And suddenly her brain is foggy with desire, the need to submit, to be claimed by the man in front of her, “Eren,” she whimpers as she feels it, his rut kicking in, brought on by her heat, the chemical reaction always meant to occur finally happening.

“Alpha,” he corrects, his voice coming out a growl and Mikasa scuttles towards the edge of the bed out of his grasp, struggling to resist the temptation to submit, it’s all she wants, her body begs her.

“Eren, I’m so sorry,” she whispers, creating some distance, “I know you never wanted this.”

He tsks, standing to his full height as he moves from the bed, watching her with keen, hungry eyes, “On your knees Omega.”

She does as she’s told, helpless against his whims, because he is an Alpha and because he’s Eren and she feels she’s wronged him so greatly, misled him into this whole situation.

She watches in horror as he snaps each cuff from his wrist like it’s straw, not medical grade steel, dropping them to the ground like they’re nothing, stepping towards her menacingly. She’d be afraid if she wasn’t so unbelievably turned on, she’s always had a thing for Eren when he’s angry, and God she’s never seen him like this.

He cups her cheek, tilting her head up, fingers biting into her chin cruelly, “You’d hide this from me?”

She tears up slightly as the disappointment in his tone hits her, she’s displeased him. She shakes her head brokenly, opening her mouth to protest but Eren shushes her, “The question was rhetorical Miki, you already fucking did.”

She whimpers at his blatant disapproval, sinking back to her haunches, awaiting what will happen next.

His hand soothes over her jaw for a moment, rough calloused fingers cupping her cheek and for a moment, she leans into him, content. At least if it’s anyone claiming her, it’s Eren at least she loves him, and knows he loves her at least as a friend.

The selfish part of her is happy it’s him, even though she knows this might not be what he truly wants, it’s comforting to have him.

But then, she’s distracted as Eren grabs for the buckle on his belt, the metal clanging together as he unbuckles himself. He lets her chin go roughly and Mikasa whines in anticipation, she can see the hard outline of him through his jeans, the heavy bulge he’s created, fuck, it must hurt. She can barely wait, her cunt throbbing at just the idea of him inside her, taking his knot, she needs it.

Fuck, his knot, the only truly unique part of werewolves, why other supernatural creatures absolutely adore werewolf men, because their dicks are big, and they can get bigger. Even Mikasa is salivating at the idea, her needy omega brain taking over, tormenting her with the thoughts of what it’ll be like.

She’s entranced, fingers itching to touch him, clenched in the loose fabric of her sweats as she struggles with her own urges, but Eren wouldn’t like that, and she wants to please him, to be good for her alpha now. Her are eyes glued to where he palms himself over his jeans, cupping himself for just the briefest amount of relief and Mikasa wants to do it for him instead. She can give him what he needs, just a touch, she just wants the heavy weight of him in her hand, in her mouth, down her throat…

She almost whines when he stops fiddling with his belt, she’s so close to seeing him, just wants a glimpse, she’s always wondered, he’s a werewolf and he’s so big everywhere else why wouldn’t he be—

Mikasa is shocked out of her stupor as Eren delivers a sharp tap to her cheek, just the lightest of hits, enough to grab her attention. Rough hands tilt her head up and she reluctantly trails her gaze up to look at his face, pouting.  

He tsks, “Pay attention Mikasa.”

The words go right to her cunt, and she feels herself grow slicker, and Eren must be able to smell it because his eyes flash that evergreen, almost glowing in the low light of the room. He swallows as he attempts to maintain control, but it’s a fruitless task, his hands going back to work his belt and Mikasa struggles to settle herself, her brain hazy with heat and Eren, Eren, Eren.

She keeps her eyes obediently on his face this time as he works his pants down, working himself through his boxers, she wants to be good, she’s trying so hard, she can just see out of her peripheral vision how big he is, the detailed outline in his hand, peaking out from the top of his boxers, she really wants to look, so, so badly. Mikasa allows her eyes to drift, just a little, her gaze skating down the hard lines of his abs, to his happy trail, down, down, where she can see the blushing pink tip of him – And then her head is forced right back up as Eren tilts her head back yet again, her neck craning with the angle it takes to look up.

Eren’s tone is reproachful as he thumbs along her jaw, “Miks.”

She whimpers in response, a tear slipping down her cheek and Eren sighs, wiping it away.

He curses to himself, his thumb slipping down to roughly brush at her lips, “If I had more time with you.”

He swipes at her lower lip before opening her mouth a little bit, forcing the digit inside, sliding along the sharp incisors of her teeth. Mikasa sucks at him obediently, tongue circling his thumb, she wants to show him what she can do, how good she’ll be for him if he’ll only let her.

Eren smirks, pulling away and she releases his thumb with a wet pop, “Think you’re ready for it Mikasa?”

She’s already begging on her knees, what more does he need? But Mikasa replies with a resounding yes, “Please Eren.”

That’s all it takes and he’s gone, instincts taking over and all Mikasa can feel is relief, her alpha is finally going to take care of her the way she needs.

Eren has always thought himself to have at least a little self-control, after all, he’d been the only one not to go crazy during Historia’s presentation as an omega.

With Mikasa it all goes out the window.

She goes right to his head, throwing reason right out the window, all that’s left is the incredible need to fuck her so soundly she passes out.

And Mikasa is playing right into it, so desperate and needy, he’s never seen her this out of it, her eyes glazed over slightly, they keep dropping to the tent in his boxers, her hands knotted in her sweats just to stop herself from moving.

Fuck, she’s upset he’s not giving it to her fast enough, it’s a shame he can’t take his time with her, a true honest to god crime, but he needs her claimed and fast, he knows it won’t be long before others come. She needs to be bitten, knotted and undeniably his before then.

Fuck.

He palms himself over his boxers, his grip rough as he aches for release, it’s good, but it could be so much fucking better, especially as Mikasa sits there, eyeing him up like he’s her next meal. She’s desperate, it’s obvious in the way she can barely restrain herself, eyes darting up every few seconds, squirming in her spot, how her chest heaving with every breath, tits barely restrained by her sports bra.

Has she always been this fucking good, this fucking submissive? It’s going straight to his head, how focused she is on him, how it had taken almost nothing to get her to drop to her knees, one quick command and she’d followed.

He gives himself a rough squeeze as he thinks about it before fishing his length from his boxers, watching in amusement as Mikasa becomes entranced, releasing a quiet little ‘oh’ of shock as she finally sees him.

A perfect little thing, a slut just for him, she’s fucking soaked, he can smell it, her scent invading his senses, all rational thought out the window.

He’s thrown back to all those times he wrote off her submissive tendencies as he grips himself, giving himself a few experimental jerks. Fuck how many times did she listen without thought, follow his orders, do exactly what he wanted. He tries valiantly to stave himself off, make her watch him jerk off, she can wait, be patient, be good for him, but he’s forced to give in. Those lovely silver eyes of hers looking up at him with so much earnest desire to suck him off he can do nothing more but acquiesce.

He tugs his hand away, stepping out of his pants entirely before lining himself up in front of her, his length spanning the entirety of her face, resting along her cheekbone.

“Suck,” he commands and Mikasa is only too eager to please, leaning in, her hands grabbing for his thighs uncertainly.

She’s gentle at first, slipping her fingers over his cock sweetly, unsure of herself. She’s never sucked a dick before, that is obvious, probably never even touched one. In any other situation he’d probably be sympathetic, understanding, even happy he’ll be her first, but not today, today he’s fucking pissed.

Who does she think she is, hiding this from him?

She could’ve been his from the very beginning but no, no she’d hid from him, and now she’s going to be punished for it, for keeping that lithe little body from him, for even thinking she could be with someone else.

His hands slip down to the sleek locks of her hair, getting a firm grip at her scalp, “Mikasa, I said suck.”

Her breath hitches, and she’s careful, slow as her mouth finds his length, pillowy lips placing a loving kiss at the tip before looking up at him nervously, already seeking approval. He wants to give it to her, he really does, but he’s also not that nice, so he says nothing, and responds by giving her hair a little tug, pulling her face closer to his dick, the fat head of him nudging against her cheek.

Evidently, this is enough, and she nuzzles her cheek against his dick affectionately, his pre marking up her pretty face before she dives in.

She’s not hesitant anymore, leaning in eagerly, placing quick sloppy kisses over the tip as she explores. It pisses him off almost, how naturally good she is at sucking him off, but it’s Mikasa did he really expect anything different?

She maps him out in exquisite detail, lips trailing along his impressive length, before her pretty pink tongue darts out to lave at his sensitive tip. She craves his approval, looking up at him every few seconds to check for his reactions, tracing the veins that run along his dick with her tongue.

He twists his hand in her hair experimentally, enjoying the vibrations as she lets out a sweet little moan around him.

“Can’t believe you’re an omega and you didn’t tell me,” Eren grunts and Mikasa pops off of him, coughing a bit as she acclimates to the sensation.

“I couldn’t,” she tells him sadly, looking up at him with all the remorse in the world, and he knows she feels bad about it, has no doubt that his baby is regretful, but it doesn’t fucking matter.

Her words only serve to piss him off more as Mikasa takes a hold of him firmly, delicate hands wrapping around his dick to give him a few teasing strokes as she takes a break from using her mouth. She’s not used to the feeling of having a dick in her mouth, her breath coming out in quick pants, the poor thing just needs a break.

But Eren puts an end to that, tugging her face right back to his dick. His grip in the silken locks of her hair tightens, his dick rubbing against her cheek lewdly, and as she looks up at him with big nervous silver eyes, she knows what he wants, she just needs a little push.

He goads her into it, “C’mon Mika, bet another alpha could do it.”

Hook, line and fucking sinker he gets her.

Mikasa opens her mouth wide obediently to take him, full lips parted around the thick head of his cock, she’s so fucking pretty.

He almost cums right there as she takes him in slowly, watching his pretty girl suckle at the blushing head of his cock, her delicate hands gripping him tentatively, barely able to wrap her hands around the full circumference of him, silver eyes turning gunmetal as she so desperately seeks his approval.

He doesn’t give it to her.

“You thought this was okay Mikasa? You thought I’d fucking tolerate it?”

Her mouth seals around his cock, head bobbing all the way up and then all the way down, slow, tentative. The tight wet heat of her mouth distracts him for a moment and groans as he watches her blow him, interspersing it with the sweetest of kisses, tongue mapping out every vein.

He cups her cheek as she swallows him, determination shining in those grey eyes of hers, she’s going to take it all and his eyes almost roll back as his dick hits the back of her throat, mouth full of him.

It’d be hot if she wasn’t such a brat if he wasn’t so pissed that she’s hidden her class from him for weeks.

He wants to fuck all of that stubbornness right out of her, wants her completely at his mercy, apologizing, begging for his forgiveness.

The hot cavern of her throat feels fucking amazing, especially as she takes him further, choking on him, her nose hitting his abs as she takes him the full length of him. And as she fucking should, he loves the way her eyes get so wide, how her mouth looks wrapped around his cock, how fucking pretty she is with tears in those long lashes of hers.

Fuck, he’s getting close.

“Another alpha could have claimed you, do you know what I would have done if I found out?”

In response Mikasa begins to suck him off in earnest, head bobbing up and down faster, her delicate hands fondling his balls, almost like it’s a competition, can she get him to cum first, before she gets punished?

He curses as she edges him closer, gripping her hair to keep her there, make her choke on him, if that’s what she fucking wants.

He looks down into those pretty silver eyes of hers, the little fucking brat, “I’m not going to waste it down your fucking throat Mikasa, but I could, you want me to knot your mouth huh baby?”

Her eyes are glassy with tears as she chokes on him, and in that moment he could, could knot her mouth, keep her there, punish her, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he pulls her up off of his dick and to his mouth, kissing her brutally before she’s even given a chance to answer, teeth crashing together, and he nips her full bottom lip to draw blood, his tongue quick to lick it up.

She tastes like blood and the salty tang of his pre, but he doesn’t care.

He pulls back and she’s breathing harshly, like she’s just run a marathon, “Do you know what I would have done if someone else mated you Mikasa?”

She shakes her head no, looking so unbelievably fuckable, cheeks flushed pretty pink, chest heaving in her sports bra, the full mounds of her breasts practically begging to be let free, he wants to ruin her.

Eren’s smile is feral, cruel as he responds, his alpha instincts taking over completely, his voice almost inhuman, “I’d have ripped him apart limb by limb.”

Her breath hitches and he pushes her back to the bed brutally a quick punishing shove that ends with her little ‘oof’.

Eren tuts her, grabbing her by the ankles before she can even sit up, brashly positioning her how he wants, legs spread wide, “You waited so fucking long ‘Kasa, and if I hadn’t gone to see you this morning, I bet you would’ve spent your heat alone.”

“Eren, I’m sorry I just thought—” Mikasa tries, but her cuts her off, nipping at her ankle cruelly as he tugs her leg up high, considering how he’s going to fuck her, which position will be the best.

She’s not such a brat anymore, all that confidence gone under his ministrations, now she knows who the boss is and it’s making him hot.

“Shh,” he quiets her, sizing her up, her leg over his shoulder as he considers how best to do this, his brain working overtime, the best position, how many times, how much she can take.

Eren wants to growl as he thinks about his time restraints, how long it’s going to take for other alphas in the vicinity to show up, to smell her. He curses, glaring down at her, “Now, we don’t even have any time for the fun stuff Miks.”

He drags her closer to him and Mikasa lets out a little squeak as she’s so abruptly moved, her back flat, legs akimbo as he opens her up for him, brutally ripping off her sweats.

“Now you’re rushing me,” he snaps in irritation, bending down to drag his nose down along the flat of her stomach to her cunt where she smells positively delectable. He inhales deeply, nuzzling his nose along her pussy, and Mikasa makes the cutest little noise as he nudges at her clit.

He can’t resist just a taste, licking at the soaked fabric of her panties, groaning at the tanginess on his tongue, fuck. He could spend all day here worshipping her cunt, making sure she comes over and over and over again.

But because Mikasa was irresponsible, he can’t. He gives her a particularly harsh lick through the fabric before glaring up at her, laying his cheek on her thigh, his fingers absentmindedly slipping beneath her panties just to feel, her pussy hot, warm and waiting for him.

Every time he thinks about it, he gets angrier, how he’s going to have to rush fucking her for the first time, how he won’t get to go as slow as he wanted. Won’t be able to slowfuck her, make her watch as she takes it in the mirror, worshipping every inch of her body, coating her in his cum.

Instead, he has to worry about some other asshole coming to claim her, someone else noticing her intoxicating scent and coming to take what’s his.

He gives quick punishing bite to her thigh, “I’m going to mark you everywhere Mikasa, everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

She whines, a softy high pitched sound that goes straight to his dick, and he turns his cheek to soothe over his bite with a kiss.

“Here,” he murmurs as he gives her another kiss, “Here,” right on her cunt, his warm breath hovering on her centre before turning her onto her side, palming the cheeks of her ass.

It's obvious she expects another kiss, looking over at him with anticipation, squirming in his grip as his breath ghosts over her soft creamy skin, perfect, unmarred.

“And here,” Eren bites down instead, marking her with his teeth and Mikasa squeals.

Her hands come down to bat him away and he smirks, soothing over the bite with a kiss before dropping her to her back, and she looks so sweet and fuckable, all messy, face smeared with his pre, lips swollen from harsh kisses, wearing nothing but that old sports bra and her panties, a pink thong that’s practically moulded to her cunt with her slick.

He grips the small dip of her waist, settling her how he wants, lining her up so he can fuck her good, mark her up, claim her as his.

It’s really exactly how Mikasa had described it that day at the beach, perfect submissive and breedable as hell, everything about Mikasa is perfect for him, crafted by the fucking gods, from her luscious tits to the tiny dip of her waist that flares out into full hips and that ass, that fucking ass. He grips the heart shaped curve of her ass, giving her a loving squeeze before he pulls her up a bit so he can slide a pillow underneath her for a better angle.

She’s so ridiculously beautiful, he needs to see all of her. His hands palm over her tits hungrily, he wants to see them, wants to know if her nipples are the same pretty pink as her cunt, if they taste just as sweet.

He rips the sports bra right down the middle, uncaring about what happens to it, she needs to be naked for this, for him to worship her properly.

Eren groans aloud as she’s exposed to him, ripe full breasts, pretty pink nipples, nice and rosy, already hard in the chilled air just begging to be sucked.

Her arms come up, probably to hide herself, embarrassed, she’s always been shy about her boobs, worried they’re too big but they’re fucking perfect. He almost growls at her for daring to hide them from him and she looks like she wants to cry at the reaction.

He hums soothingly in response, can’t help himself, he doesn’t want her really upset, wants her nice and pliant under him, needy and ready to be fucked. He leans down to take one of her perky nipples in his mouth and fuck she does taste just as sweet.

“Eren,” she whispers shyly, “don’t—”

He gives her a quick punishing nip and she shuts up, crying out, her fingers threading through his hair in response, she’s so fucking sensitive too, God she’s perfect in every way.

He suckles at her for a while, enjoying the needy little sounds she makes, how she tries to grind up against him, desperate for more, her grip in his hair so tight he’s sure she never wants to let go.

But it’s not enough, all he can think about is how he needs this to take, wants her plump and pregnant by the end of this heat, his brain practically screaming with it, wants those tits full with milk, no doubt in anyone’s mind who she belongs to. She needs to be undeniably his, marked and mated, belonging only to him.

His alpha instincts have overtaken him, begging that he fuck her properly.

Impatiently, he rips her panties, tearing them right down the middle and her breath hitches as her warm cunt is exposed to the cool air and fuck she’s even pretty there. Like the delicate petals of a flower, she’s so fucking pretty pink, her folds swollen, ready, waiting for him, and that delicate little bud right at the top practically begging to be touched.

He wants nothing more than to take that perfect little hole of hers, she’s just begging for it, all pink and pretty shining with her slick, ready to be fucked open.

But as his hands settle over her hips and Mikasa squirms in anticipation, looking up at him adoringly, he knows she needs to work for it a little more, he’d come so close to losing her, letting this go to another man.

The very idea that she could belong to someone else enrages him more than anything else, that some other guy could be the one to mate her, fuck her open, see her perfect little body on display. His grip on her hips becomes harsh, bruising almost and Mikasa whines, looking up at him unsure, “Eren?”

He eyes her up in distaste, “What were you gonna do Mika, if someone else came?”

Her mouth clamps shut and that’s enough answer for him, “Did you want someone else to come?”

She shakes her head vehemently, “No, no, only you ‘Ren, only you.”

He doesn’t believe her and it must show in his face because she’s practically begging as he pulls away a little bit, desperate.

“You, you, you,” she whines, sitting up to grab for him but he pushes her right back down to the bed, a quick shove as he looms over her.

He grips his dick, relieving the ache a little, he wants her so bad, the all-consuming need to fuck her, but he needs to know this isn’t just him, he can’t take her if she doesn’t really want it, a happenstance she’ll have to live with.

“Please,” she begs and he wonders if she’s always been this submissive, so utterly perfect for him.

There’s tears running down her eyes now as she tries desperately to entice him back, “Please Eren, just you, only ever you.”

The way she speaks, it sounds like she’s always cared for him, and he gives in, lining himself up.  He hisses out a breath of relief as he feels the warmth of her entrance, the tip of him just bumping at her opening, and Mikasa gasps at the sensation. He thumbs at her clit, just teasing her lightly, refusing to give her any more than that, just the taste of what his cock could be like, stretching her open, just the tip kissing at her pretty cunt.

The more he thinks on it though, the more things start to make sense, “Have you always wanted me Mikasa?”

“Yes,” she heaves, trying miserably to grab for him, tug him closer, even an inch inside, anything more than what she’s currently got but Eren is too preoccupied tormenting her, thumbing at her clit harshly.

Things start to come together.

He’d always had his suspicions, there’d been so many fucking signs but right now, in the haziness of her heat, Mikasa’s scent utterly overwhelming him, it starts to make sense.

His disappearing clothes, the touching, her valiant insistence that he should try and go for an omega, it all clicks and now, he thinks maybe she does deserve a little sympathy.

The poor thing had been trying so hard, so worried about what he’d think of her, fuck, she has always been such a good girl, her sweet little brain wanting desperately to be an alpha just so he’d want her back.

Fuck.

He pushes the first inch inside and Mikasa drops her head to the bed in rapture while he watches himself disappear inside her, her cunt gladly accepting him, warm and wet and fucking perfect for him.

“Woah,” Mikasa chokes out dazedly, and he knows it’s involuntary as the fat head of his cock stretches her out, she wasn’t expecting him to be quite so big.

He gives her a moment to adjust, watching as her face cycles through a myriad of expressions as she struggles with the new feeling inside her, and he aches to be sheathed fully, to hear all her little noises as he fucks her properly.

“Tell me baby, did you think I wouldn’t want you because you were an omega?”

Mikasa nods weakly, her hands struggling to find purchase on something, reaching for his own, something to hold onto but he tuts, knocking them back.

He leans over her, caging her against the bed, her vision completely taken up by him, “You thought I wouldn’t want to fuck you anyway, huh? Thought I wouldn’t want to take that perfect little body of yours in any situation? You thought fucking wrong Mikasa.”

He presses in another inch, groaning at the sensation, taking him in so beautifully, tilting her hips upwards to receive more.

Eren’s hand collars her throat, his voice at her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re not going to think of anything but me after this.”

Then, he gives it to her all at once and Mikasa keens, the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard as he fucks into her, his cock slamming in to the hilt, every fucking inch of him and all Mikasa can do is watch him in a daze, her hands reaching up to grab him for a kiss which he happily gives to her.

Their lips lock together in a desperate battle, as she adjusts to him, distracting herself from the momentary pain and Eren lets her relax around him. Her pussy flutters, pulsing with the new feeling and it takes everything he has not to fuck her properly, overwhelm her with it, she’d fucking deserve it.

They could have been doing this ages ago.

But no, he had to wait until the last possible moment.

She nibbles on his lip, pulling away sweetly, her hands holding onto his neck for dear life, “You can move Eren,” she mumbles.

He wants to, he fucking wants to, but something else distracts him, the gentle slope of her neck, and he’s reminded once again, that she’s not his just yet, despite having her in every other way that matters.

He drops a gentle kiss to her nose, before leaning down to the arch of her neck, where her scent glands are, where he’ll have to mark her if he wants her forever.

Mikasa’s hands tangle in his hair, gripping him harshly as he breathes over the spot and he knows it must be sensitive, that she must be sensitive, overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside her.

“Do it,” she challenges him, trying to nudge him closer and for once, Eren obeys, his gums aching with the desire to mark her. He bites down hard, he wants it to scar obviously, wants everyone to know and both of them moan at the sensation. It feels amazing, pure perfection as he takes her finally, mind, body, soul, she belongs to him, and he to her.

Mikasa arches into him, her cunt clenching around him desperately, desperate whispers of his name as she cums from just his bite.

It’s fucking hot, and he wants nothing more than to follow her.

He pulls out just enough to forcefully slam himself back inside her and all Mikasa can do is hold on as he begins fucking her in earnest.

Her tits bounce beautifully as he fucks her, heavy mounds swaying with every thrust and he’s entranced with every bounce. He’s even more obsessed with the way Mikasa holds them, fingering at her nipples, grabbing for purchase as he pulls back from her to grip her hips and fuck her properly. He buries himself inside her, forcing his cock deeper into the blissful tight of her cunt, he wants to stay there forever, pussy stretched just for him. 

“You’re mine now Miki, everyone is gonna know it, I’m going to make you scream my name, gonna have marks down my back from your claws.”

He draws his hips back only to snap forward again, his eyes rolling back at the sensation because she feels so fucking good, her pussy sucking him in. The knowledge that she belongs to him now goes right to his head. Now she really will smell like him, his very own omega.

“Tell me Mikasa, was my sweet little Omega stealing my clothes because she couldn’t sleep without me?”

She sobs as he slams home yet again, where he belongs, carving his place out inside her where he was made to be.

She doesn’t respond, fucked out on his cock, and he continues to tease her, reaching up to flick at her nipples, “What a good girl you were Mikasa, weren’t you sweets? You just wanted to be good for me?”

She nods, desperate, pathetic, poor thing, she was nesting, couldn’t fucking sleep without him. How many times did she lie awake needing him, is that why the bags under her eyes were so prominent? Fuck, all the late night phone calls start coming back, the one that had concerned him most, made him seek her out this morning, her needy little whimpers, how she barely responded to conversation.

Every thrust is a punishment for not telling him earlier, having the fucking audacity to think she could ever belong to anyone else. She makes the sweetest little sounds, “oh,” of relief, whispering his name, little breaths of anticipation when he slips out only to go right back in.

“Fuck, tell me Mika, that night on the phone, all those sweet little sounds you were making, what were you doing?”

He pushes into her deep when she doesn’t answer, the aching tip of his cock kissing her cervix and Mikasa’s head drops with the sensation, eyes fluttering shut, his heavy balls flush against her ass, her curves slapping against him, where she needs to be.

“Fuck, Eren,” she whines, her voice coming out warbled, “you’re not being fair.”

He scoffs, grabbing her leg to push it up behind her head, he gets a better angle, “Not fair?”

He thrusts back in brutally, “You know what’s not fair Mikasa? Thinking you were a fucking alpha for weeks when it was obvious you were an omega, thinking I was losing my fucking mind.”

Mikasa groans as his hand finds her taut stomach, pressing down punishingly and he can feel himself move inside her, see the bulge his dick makes with every thrust.

“Feel better huh? This what you need Mikasa?” He taunts, it’s exactly what she needs and they both know it, to be fucked so full she won’t know where he ends and she begins.

She's twitching with every inch he gives her, mumbling nonsense back to him, "Yeah 'Ren, better, more, please!" 

Her pussy takes him so easily, her sweet little cunt, like she was made to take it, made to take him. He bottoms out every time and he was right, all Mikasa can do is take it, her hands finding purchase on his back, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he revels in the pain. It means she’s marked him, he’s hers just like he said he’d be, she can’t be taken from him now.

Finally, they’re together at last, and with one more thrust he’s seated fully inside, balls slapping against her ass as she takes him to the base, her cunt milking him for everything he’s worth, her womb begging to be filled. She cums again, just as he spills inside her, painting her walls white with his seed. He can already feel his knot ballooning out, so his seed won’t leak out, there until it fucking sticks.

And God, yet another reason he loves his little omega, she's the only one who could ever properly take him, her sweet little pussy taking his knot fully. Where other girls had failed, only an omega succeeds, only Mikasa succeeds. 

Mikasa whimpers at the feeling of being that much more full, burrowing into him, still basking in the aftershocks of her own orgasm and Eren collapses on top of her, finally sated, happy, it’s everything he’s ever wanted, just her: Mikasa Ackerman.

As the night goes on, they don’t stop.

No, Eren isn’t going to stop until she physically can’t take anymore, which is saying something because she’s already soaked with him, white cream dripping from her abused little cunt, marked all over, barely able to move.

Eren fucks Mikasa every which way he can come up with, some deep part of his brain spurring him on, telling him to make sure it takes, make sure she’s so full with his seed it’s leaking out of her with every step.

They don’t leave the bed.

But his favourite position, his favourite very ironically has to be doggy style.

He’s obsessed with how she looks taking his cock, her velvet cunt swallowing every thick, heavy inch of him to the hilt, but the best is when she’s turned over, both of her pretty little holes presented to him just like she should be, an omega to the core. Seeing her like that, so utterly obedient and completely at his mercy, he can understand why some of the other alphas he'd been with had been interested in anal, with Mikasa it's tempting. 

The heart shape of her ass is stunning, he loves how it cushions his hips with every thrust, the cute dimple of her back, how she looks back at him all dazed and fucked out, eyes hazy, hair mussed.

Sometimes he just likes to look, the fat of her ass, the full cheeks that dip into a tiny waist where he grips for purchase when he really wants to fuck her. She looks fucking stunning taking him, and it’s unbelievable how well she does it, doesn’t make a peep of complaint, just the sweetest little noises as she adjusts to the new angle, the unbelievable fullness of him inside her.

He likes watching her ass shake with every thrust, his hips slapping against her, pussy leaking with his cum, marks of white dribbling down her thighs, she looks so messy, so minuscule compared to him, taking the thick girth of his cock. Her cunt is moulded to him, engraved with his shape, and it's fucking perfect, how tight she squeezes him, like she never wants to let him go and Eren is only to happy to oblige. 

She responds so well to his praise too, has gotten even better through the night, looser, even more pliant in his arms, practically preening with every murmur of praise, “No one can take my dick like you Miki.”

“Made for it, you were fucking made for it.”

She shoots him the sweetest little smile over his shoulder and he absolutely knows he’s never going to let her go ever again.

It’s the next morning when Mikasa wakes up sleepy and sated, a delicious ache between her thighs. Just the slightest movement of her legs makes her wince, fuck, she can still remember the feel of him inside her, the unbelievable fullness, the heavy weight of him against her back, how his knot had filled her so completely and she’d finally found true relief.

And just how many fucking times she’d found that relief…

Her head spins a bit, low on fluids and electrolytes, heats really do take it out of you.

And yet, she could go for another round too, especially now that they’re mated, the bite on her neck still stings slightly. She can’t help her soft smile as she turns, hoping to see the man that put it there.

She’s greeted with his back, bronzed skin over a well-muscled back, his shoulder blades cut like there should be wings for an angel there. The sheet covers his lap, white barring her from seeing the whole of his well-muscled physique and she can’t stop herself from touching him, her finger grazing down the divots of his spine.

He looks back at her morosely, and suddenly, the butterflies in her chest are gone and everything comes swirling back now that she’s settled, claimed, marked up and happy with her alpha.

In her own selfishness, she’d forgotten that maybe Eren didn’t want to be with her at all.

“An omega,” he whispers, almost in a trance, sharp green eyes looking over her form, “You’re an omega.”

“Yes,” Mikasa murmurs, her dirty secret, the most pathetic part of her, her class, not the strong alpha girl she’d always portrayed, not the girl she’d wanted to be, not the girl Eren wants.

Tears prick her lashes as she sits up, realizing it’s time to face this, the disappointment she knows he must be grappling with.

“I’m so sorry Eren,” she mumbles, knowing what she’s doomed him to now, a life with an omega, the loss of the freedom he always talked about so vivaciously.

It’s silent for a moment as they both let it all sink in, and then before she can speak again, Mikasa watches in horror as Eren turns and rather brutally punches his hand right through the wall next to the bed, drywall flying everywhere, and Mikasa yelps, “Eren!”

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth as he pulls his hand from the wreckage, knuckles raw and bleeding slightly but already knitting up with their inhumanly fast healing.

“What are you doing?” Mikasa chastises, tears still slipping down her cheeks as she attempts to go to him, but Eren is already holding his other hand up to stop her.

“No,” his voice is harsh, guttural and it sends a shiver up her spine, the complete and total command in it has her stopping in her tracks, he’s her alpha now and she can feel it in every bone in her body, she must submit.

Her tears fall freely now at his reply, he doesn’t want her, can’t even bear that she touch him.

She wants to curl in on herself, her alpha doesn’t want her, Eren doesn’t want her anymore.

She hiccups a small sob, allowing herself this, a short breakdown and then Eren is cursing again and she can feel the mattress dip under his weight as he moves to comfort her.

But it’s all a lie, she already knows, it’s bred into him how he should take care of her, it’s not because he genuinely loves her now.

“Mikasa,” he hushes her, “shit baby, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just- I’m a little upset.”

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffles, face buried in her hands, she can’t bare to see his reaction.

Eren responds by crushing her to his chest, solid arms wrapping around her as he tugs her into the cocoon of his embrace, his cheek resting on her head as she continues to cry.

“It’s okay Miki, I’m just—” he gives a short self-deprecating laugh, pain in his eyes as he looks up at her, questioning everything that happened last night, “Did you even want this?”

“Yes!” Mikasa answers so fast Eren looks genuinely scared for a moment at her jubilance, but she needs to reassure him, this was exactly what she wanted.

“How about you?”

He hums, and Mikasa looks down sullenly, preparing herself for his rejection, some assertion that really, he wanted Molly all along, not her.

He leans in, and she can already feel the oncoming pity party as he answers, “Of course, if I knew you were an Omega I would have tried to claim you a long time ago.”  

Mikasa’s head whips up so fast she smacks Eren in the chin with her forehead, “What?”

Eren yelps at the abrupt headbutt, stumbling back from her a bit on the bed, clutching his chin, eyes shut tight in pain.

“What the fuck Miki?”

“Sorry!”

God, she can’t do anything right!

He rubs his chin pitifully, glaring at her slightly from where he’s tangled in the covers, bringing his finger up to examine his chin, as if there’ll be blood or something.

Mikasa resists the urge to point out what a hypocrite he is, he just punched a hole through the fucking drywall, he can handle a little headbutt.

“Sorry, I was just umm- Anyway what do you mean you would have claimed me sooner?”

Eren continues to glare at her sullenly, strong brows knit together, he shrugs, “I’d have claimed you earlier.”

“But why, I thought you wanted an alpha?”

Eren scoffs, “I was fucking lying.”

“What?” Mikasa asks shrilly, trying her very best to keep the irate edge out of her voice, this whole time it’s been a lie?

Eren gives her a weird look, as if it’s obvious, “Of course it was.”

Mikasa takes a very deep breath, attempting to prevent herself from murdering him in cold blood or causing more injury to her new mate, trying to evoke the reasonable side of her, “Eren, tell me why?”

He shrugs again as he sits up, his answer callous, “Like I told you last night Miki, I’d have taken you any way you came. I was in love with you, you’re an Ackerman alpha, what else was I supposed to say?”

Mikasa self-destructs on the spot a little.

“I’m sorry what?”

Eren gives her a half smile, “Mikasa I’ve always been in love with you baby, I was just waiting for you to give me a chance.”

This time, Mikasa does choose to perhaps cause him more bodily harm by throwing herself rather violently at her new mate, and together, they almost fall off the bed.

“What about all that stuff about how omegas aren’t free, what about that?” She challenges, she can’t have any doubt, there’s no going back now, no undoing this.

Eren’s brow furrows, and he gives her a weird look, “Well, as long as you actually want this, which you just told me you did? I don’t really care. It’s always been you Mikasa , I really don’t care what class you are.”

Mikasa melts on the spot into a puddle of Eren-devoted goo.

She can’t help herself, peppering him with kisses, his cheeks, his neck where her bite has scarred over nicely, and Eren is laughing as he settles his hands on her hips, tugging her close and suddenly Mikasa is all too aware that they’re both still naked.

“You know Eren,” Mikasa murmurs through kisses, “I’m feeling really hot again, think I need to go another round.”

Fucking brat.

He chuckles, already slipping the sheet down her ass, rough hands feeling up the plush of her thighs as he repositions her, “Anything for my omega.”