The Omega The Enemy Alpha Claimed

Chapter 1: Permission She stood near the table in the hall. Hands rubbing against each other… slow… then faster. Preparing… Practicing… Rehearsing… Permissions were something that she wasn't often given. Not when she was the only person that mattered to him. Being an alpha's omega did pose restrictions on her. Restrictions that were authoritative, or rather possessive. Restrictions that cost great expense. That made her suppress her freedom... Feelings… But being this Alpha's Omega? More than difficult… More than that… He wasn't just an Alpha of a pack… He is the Alpha of the whole community… And she was the only omega of it. She was 12. In his eyes she was vulnerable, unaware and innocent, still a little kid. “Can I stay for study hours?” No, this doesn't feel right. Something brief, short, but expressive. “I have study hours tomorrow…” No, this feels worse. It tells too much. She loosened her hands then prepared again, tired of the imaginary rehearsals she's been going through… It's been 3 hours and she hasn't moved from her position. Was it all worth a permission? Yes! This was actually her first time asking… Since the school function, she was constantly being teased by her classmates, especially her best friend. “Hey, look at our prisoner! Seems like someone forgot to put her behind the bars!" “Oh yeah, the poor prisoner who isn't even allowed to attend a school function…!" “What crime did you even commit for your house arrest, huh? “Do you guys know, the only place she's been to is school…!” These words stung her. But she couldn't defend herself. To her it seemed true. Yes she wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school. Yes she wasn't allowed to attend any school function. All because she was his. And he had a way of ensuring that those who looked too long at her, never looked at anything again. He didn't leave them with that ability… He didn’t just protect her; he claimed her existence as something that needed guarding, watching, controlling. He held her like a flame in a storm—shielding her from the world, even if it meant burning anyone who came too close. She once nicked her finger on a fruit knife. It was a shallow cut—barely worth notice. After that, no fruit ever reached her whole again. It came washed, peeled, sliced, placed carefully beside a waiting fork. That was the last time she ever touched a knife… But to her it never felt the same. It always appeared like a bird with powerful wings trapped in a cage. Yes she was well fed, well cared, well provided… But her longing for one thing out came all of it… Her desire to taste freedom. So she had been preparing for 3 hours… 3 hours for a single permission. "I want to stay…" She began rehearsing again. Suddenly the door opened. A man walked in. Black suit white shirt, crisp and controlled. She gasped. Not out of fear. She was just, not prepared. His eyes landed on her immediately, and stayed, studying. Eyes locked on her. “You've been standing here for a while." He said, his voice low but sure. She straightened her hands slightly. "Yeah, I was just…” she stopped, unsure and hesitant. She still felt she wasn't ready… He looked at her briefly. “Something wrong?" He tried again, gentler this time. "No, nothing!” She shook her head quickly. Too quickly. Another brief scan. “Nothing?" He repeated, almost pressing on her… in a little suffocating way. "Yes…” He turned slightly, about to leave. "Actually…" She began, not sure if to say it. Not sure if her preparation was enough. Not sure how he might react. “Can I stay for study hours tomorrow?" This wasn't exactly what she finalized to say. But in front of his presence it accidentally came out. He fully turned towards her. "There are extra study hours tomorrow…” she began slowly, explaining. "Till when?” He cut in. "Eight.” "No.” The reply was instant. It didn't feel like he even thought about it. Or heard it properly. For a moment she went quite. She didn't rehearse this part, though she expected him to say no. This was common when she wanted something. That single word would mute her so bad that the flame of desire would be extinguished.