Fall to Winter

Chapter one

    BAM BAM BAM! Three loud bangs startle me to the point my entire body jolts. What the hell? As my almond eyes flutter open I see this gorgeous girl with a metal pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.

    "Wake! Up!" This girl is just the cutest the world has ever seen. Of course she is only three years old, but she could rule the world if she so willed it.

    "Oh look! An angel." My arms reach up and pull this precious child to my chest tickling her little toes and booping her nose. "I am up, I am up. What would her highness desire for breakfast?" 

    My whole body aches but I push through it and I reach my destination. My feet. It only takes a minute for me to get to the kitchen. On the counter rested a carton of eggs, the milk jug, and a little frying pan. There is my answer!

    "Eggs for today." Is her confirmation before willingly sitting in her high chair once she is strapped in. For not even being three years old yet, she is surprisingly intelligent.

    I grab her sippy cup, pour some milk into it before handing it off for processing. Her little hand reaches out for it and instantly she begins to drink from it when it reaches her lips. It keeps her occupied while I whisk a few eggs and some milk in a bowl. Scrambled eggs doesn't take too long and soon it is on a plate and served to the little princess. 

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    An hour has gone by and I am bundling up Keiko in her snow suit which honestly makes her look like a tiny purple marshmallow. I am also getting quite wrapped up to keep myself warm. My oldest nemesis has recently come to bite me in the ass. 

    When the door opens a slight chill manages to touch their bundled bodies. It is hardly noticeable until we reach the lobby. The automatic doors fly open to introduce us to this giant gust of blistering cold wind. The air crisp and mysterious.

     I've never really been much of a fan of this white snow that showers down like there's no tomorrow. 

    What I do like though, is the feeling in my cheeks as the cold air hits my heated skin. It is astounding.

    Making my way to my car is honestly a little frustrating. The crunching of the white layer beneath my feet quickly growing annoying. Why did it have to be such a nuisance?

    Once I get the little Princess strapped into her car seat, I make my way to the drivers. Getting past those few steps to my door was honestly a little nerve wracking. Too slippery for comfort. Too cold. Too...bleh.

    Driving is surprisingly easier than I initially thought it was going to be. The roads had been plowed and salted so my chances of slipping decreasing drastically.

    Pulling into the parking lot of Keiko's daycare I can see the big smile spreading across those adorable cheeks. It has always been a blessing that she enjoys her daycare.

    "Who's ready for a fun day with your friends??" My voice a little higher pitched than I intend but I don't mind.

    "Hurry mama! Out! Out!" It was clear how badly she  wants to get to school.

    As soon as I unbuckle that little demon, off she goes. Her feet carry her to the front door. That smile that everybody can't help but to love is spread across her face. Her pinch-able cheeks rosy red from the cold winter morning. 

    Before she starts yelling at me to open the door I rush over to open it.

   "Miss Keiko! And is this your daddy?" A woman opens the door before I get the chance to touch the handle. My body stiffening to this woman's question.

    "U-Um, actually I'--" My sentence cut short by the loud, energized girl by my side as they step inside. 

    "No! This is mama! Keiko only has mama!" This girl who doesn't understand the world quite yet has always been this way. Never has it bothered her to only have me. No matter the funny or pitiable stares I receive, she is always confident.

    "Oh...come and hang up your jacket sweetie."  As if something suddenly changed, this teacher is quick to turn her back. I know that she's new. It is always the other teachers who come to greet them. I must be a shock.

    The others are so much friendlier. 

    Nothing I can really do about it now though. Most people don't like Omegas. Even more so if the Omega in question is clearly male. 

    Coming here I am always treated kindly. The teachers always seeming to accept me because most of them here go through similar ridicule. 

    "Will you be the one picking her up, sir?" Those words stung. The way she suddenly became bitter. The coldness in her voice. 

    'Its been awhile I've been treated this way, huh?' A soft sigh managing to escape my lips as I give a gentle nod. "Yes, Miss. I will be."

    Without another word, Keiko was whisked off towards the other children. Guess that's my que to leave.

    Making my way back to my car, I let out another. 'I f*****g hate this shit...it isn't even my fault. I never asked to be born this way!' My thoughts swirl around in my head before I start the car back up again.

    Off I go. 

    ******

    Class today is as slow as ever. The professor droned on over the same subject he had covered the last class.

    "Oh dear, Rosemary-Jack! I don't need to be worrying about your concentration now, do I?" I flinch hearing my name. The way he says it disgusts me.

    "It's just RJ, Mr. Timson. No, you don't have to worry about me. There were plenty of other people far more distracted than I." My voice trembling a little. I hate it. I hate this.

    The professor has always been this way. The second he got hold of my registration information he has been on me and it is disgusting. What can I say though? Obviously he would deny it. He is the Beta. He would claim I seduced him.

    My discomfort is written all over my face but everybody else had left already. Nobody could help me now.

    "Jeez...Rosemary-Jack! I'm only a Beta but...I can smell such a sweet scent coming from you.." His voice sounds so gruff. So aroused.

    'Scent...? But my heat was a month ago! I-I couldn't b--' All train of thought is just melted. 

    A thick, musky scent hits my nose. My legs grow weak and before I know it I'm on my knees. My body is so hot. I can feel the bastard pushing me all the way over.

    Heart pounding in my chest. Even the heavy breathing of Mr. Timson is drowned out. His filthy hands gripping at my pants. Obviously attempting to rip off my pants right here and now.

    I can feel the hot slick seeping out of my twitching ass. As if the professor knew exactly what was happening down there he tried to pull harder. He didn't care if the pants ripped or came off the same way they got on.

    "You know you want it...I'll please that insatiable heat of yours..." Revolting. Yes my body yearned to be held. To be dirty. To be filled but this old man was disgusting and I was losing strength with every passing second.

    "N-NO! I-I don--" I can't use my voice. It doesn't want to work. The most fear I have ever felt in my life is building up. Nothing is working like it is supposed to. How do I get free?! 

    Just then, like the heavens sent me my own personal God. A man burst through the classroom door. He stood at at least 6'9" with thick, dark hair. His eyes...by the gods his eyes were so green, yet so dark I felt captivated.

    That scent from earlier is so much stronger. So much more concentrated in his presence. 

    A low, deep growl ripped through the room. The professor's body instantly freezing in place as the other man before them came rushing over like a wild animal. Clearly ready to tear this bastard apart only from seeing them lay his hands on me. 

    All it took was one look at this large beast of a man to know that he wasn't messing around. The professor ran like hell to escape his wrath. 

    All the while I have been laying here gawking. My body screaming to be held. This isn't like me.

    The next thing I know, this man has me wrapped up in his arms. He is sitting on the floor and I don't know when but he had me pulled into his lap. 

    "Mate..?" It sounded like a question. Why did he make it sound like a question and not a statement?

    His nose buries itself into the crook of my neck. My heart is absolutely going crazy. My hips start to move to lightly grind against his Jr. whom of which is quite lively against my hip.

    "Ca-Can't." He practically snarled. His nostrils flared and his eyes looked a little hazed but it was clear how much he was trying to resist. Why is he resisting so much..?

    With this man clearly refusing to make a move, my body starts to feel overwhelmed. From what I can tell it appears as if he had bitten his arm to remain in control. 

    The light is dimming and my body is aching. No, that isn't accurate...it's more like it's on fire. 

    Before I am completely out of it, I feel a sharp jab to my outer thigh. Somebody must have brought a suppressant. Of course something like this would happen to me on the one day I forgot it at home.

    ******

    Waking up, I feel a little disoriented. I mean, who wouldn't after such an ordeal?

    It takes a few seconds of glancing around to realize I am laying in the nurses office. Then a few more seconds for my brain to use my ears.

    What I hear...is something I always wished would never be something I woke up to. 

    All there is to divide me and my bed from the other is a simple cloth divider.

    The loud sounds of vigorous smacking and muffled moans is enough to fill the entire room. Then it hit me. That familiar scent.

    He was still in a rut.

    The person supposed to be my mate was banging somebody else right next to me!

    But...to him I'm nothing but a stranger.

    This odd feeling of betrayal shouldn't even exist! I don't know him.

    He doesn't know me...

    My engrossed mind is invaded by this loud wail made by the person my-- that man is currently screwing.

    That is it. I can't stay here and listen to this. 

    I struggle to get myself out of the sheets before stumbling over to my bag. 

    "Jackson~!" The name made my body freeze in place while I was making my way to the door. 

    It gave me shivers. 

    Against my better judgement, I turn just a little to look back and I can see his muscular back covered in perspiration. His body hunkered down to give force with his every thrust. 

    The one and only thing that seals the deal...is that bastard. That bastard Jackson was hammering had a mark on the base of his neck. Those two are bonded.

    It hit me. I really never was in the picture. 

    My existence caused him problems. He clearly had to have been perfectly happy with his mate before I came along. That's how it always goes.

    My mate is in love with somebody else.

    ******