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‘I really wish they would just stop letting me wake up’.
Harry thinks about just going back to sleep, what’s the point of being awake, at least there he can control his dreams. He would speak to Matt or ride his bike with Josh ‘…Josh, he…he told me something, something… important. What wa…’
Harry is cut off from his thoughts by his nose alerting him that he was not alone.
‘Alpha’ the Omega purred as it basked in the warm rich scent, Harry wanted to punch himself in the face. He keeps his eyes shut, desperately wanting to be brave but knows that his scent is giving him away, “are you here to hurt me again?”
Scott shakes his head, “I am here at your request.”
Harry opens his eyes but doesn’t look at him, he winces as he starts to tear the dressings off his bites, the Alpha reaches to stop him, “Omega, stop, I know wh…”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” He hisses as he flinches away from the hand.
The Alpha retreats and watches as the Omega takes off the dressings and then the BondAid, only then does Harry turn and look at him, “there are other stitches…ALPHA…”
Scott wants to hang his head, to turn away, but that would be a comfort to himself, not to the broken Omega.
“…those ones are on my gripping muscle, it split when I grabbed as tight as I could on your knot, do you know why I had to do that…ALPHA…?”
Scott couldn’t stop the shame from pulling his head down, “I know wh…”
“TO STOP YOU FROM RAPING YOUR FUCKING KNOT IN AND OUT OF ME!”
Harry eased himself back on the bed, “but hey… at least my fucking Alpha will be ok.”
Scott looked back up, “you don’t have to call me that…not yet, if you don’t want to…”
“Oh I think you earned it, don’t you?” Harry says, pointing to his gland.
“…my name is Scott. What is your name?”
Harry scoffed and turned his head thinking it ridiculous that he would ask that… then he saw the look on the Alpha’s face, ‘you have to be kidding me’.
“No one told you my name?!”
Scott shakes his head, “well, technically…”
Harry sighs, “right, I don’t have a name until you give me one. I suppose it would have been easier to have killed Omega1187 than a person.”
“You are a person and nothing about this is easy, please, what is your name?”
Harry starts to tear up, “why don’t you just turn my CI back on and I can be 1187 or whatever name you want. The person I was doesn’t want to be your fucking pet.”
“You are not my…” Scott doesn’t want to entertain that notion, “…I have come to an agreement with my father, your CI will not be reactivated… without cause, do you understand what I mean by that?”
“Don’t worry, Alpha…” Harry turns to look at him with a deadpan expression, “…I’ll be a good little Omega.”
“I know this won’t mean anything to you but I want you to know…”
Harry interrupts him, “please don’t, I don’t want your apology, it was the first ever thing you said to me.”
“…ok, I understand. I want you to know that I won’t take what you have given me for granted. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy of the cost you paid.”
Harry likes to forget that this is his new reality, the anger slides fast into sadness and the Alpha can smell it.
“John won’t be back for a while, please allow me to redress your bites…”
The Omega shrugs, “I’m yours to do as you please.”
The Alpha tends to the wounds, making sure to keep his own pheromones even. He methodically wipes each dressing lightly on his gland to encourage healing in the Omega, “are you not bored in here all day? I can arrange to have things brought here.”
Harry welcomes the distraction, the Alpha’s scent was making the Omega very hard to control in his head, “I donno, all we had in the SO was an apple.”
He prepares a fresh BondAid, “what about before then? What did you like to do?”
‘Jerk off and watch the shit movies they always repeat on TV’… “I guess I watched TV but all three channels are crap.” Harry is a bit annoyed at the reaction from the Alpha who was laughing, “what?”
Scott finishes the dressing, “do you not think it was strange that people would talk about the news but you never saw it, that Betas would talk about shows you have never seen?”
Harry pursed his lip, “I just reckoned mum had a shit TV package.”
Scott pulled off his hoodie, “your conditioning didn’t start the day you arrived at the SO, Omega. I’ll have a TV here shortly and you're going to have your mind blown.”
He leaves the hoodie at the bottom of the Omega’s bed.
Harry tries to ignore the gesture, last time he had one of his hoodies it didn’t exactly end well, “John said you would tell me what day it is… how long it’s been since…since I became this.”
Scott thinks for a second, “then it would seem we both have something the other wants…”
Harry huffed in frustration, “forget it, then.”
Scott stood, “John did say you were stubborn, suppose it won’t matter once the television arrives, today is June 5th.”
‘Just over a month? Is that all?…’
“Does that surprise you?”
“No…it's just… it doesn’t matter.”
He turned 16 last week and there was no way he was going to get wished a happy fucking birthday by this Alpha, not while recovering from his attack.
As the Alpha walks to the door, Harry stops him, “it’s ironic, isn’t it…”
Scott looks back at him, “what is?”
He looks at the Alpha, “your affliction causing an uncontrollable and violent need to breed…”
The Alpha nods, what he did may have damaged the Omega in a way he will never be able to conceive, “I suppose you’re right…”
Harry looks back to the wall, “hopefully whatever Omega you breed your bastards into will not end up like me.”
That hit him like a car in the gut, the Alpha stares out the door, “there are not many certainties I can promise to you, but I can promise that there will never be another Omega.”
‘Lucky me.’