Mr. Alpha (omegaverse)

Lavender

Two more figures appeared at the tree man's side as he walked into the light of the moon. "I'm the guy who's going to teach you just how useful that body of yours can be."

Fuck.

Before Noah, stood a muscular male alpha of about six feet. He had a slight scar on his upper right cheek and Noah could smell his pheromones from ten feet away. This was bad, although he wasn't as affected by the man's pheromones thanks to his heat issue, he could barely hold onto rational thought. 

The leader of the trio advanced and as he grew closer his pheromones grew stronger. 

I am strong, I am in control. He repeated this mantra in his head, willing his body to obey him. Just this once, he pleaded. He just needed it to obey him this one time. 

The alpha was now face to face with him, a beta on each side. Noah looked around frantically for anyone who might be passing by, but it was as sparse as it was dark. No one was going to save him.

"Stay away from me," Noah backed away as his whole body trembled, both in fear and, shamefully, in lust. Yet another reason to hate his pathetic omega body. 

"Don't be scared," the alpha cooed, a sadistic grin plastered over his face. Just as Noah thought, the alpha wasn't in rut, he knew exactly what he was doing. Noah could work with this, if he could just rile the alpha up a bit....

His heart felt like it would pound out of chest and chilling fear coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath and focused on calming himself, he'd need to have enough control over his body to make a quick escape. In that moment demons from his past tried to resurface but he quickly shoved them back down into the deepest and darkest part of his memories. This would work but he wasn't going to like it. If the alpha managed to mark him—no, he couldn't think about that right now. He scanned his surroundings one last time. It was his only choice. 

The alpha opened his mouth to say something, but didn't get the chance as Noah threw all his strength into an uppercut punch to the alpha's jaw. This earned the reaction he was aiming for, he needed the alpha to get angry. If he got angry enough he wouldn't be focused on raping Noah, protecting himself from possibly being impregnated and marked. 

The alpha stumbled back in shock, a steady stream of blood beginning to dribble out of his nose. His face twisted from pain, to rage. "The f**k, did you just punch me?" he shouted in disbelief. "You, a pathetic omega who was begging for it, releasing your pheromones the way you are," the alpha grabbed Noah by the front of his shirt and threw him to the ground, his glasses flying off and landing somewhere next to him with a crack, "how dare you touch me with your filthy hands." He launched his foot up into Noah's rib cage, something cracked. 

The two betas nervously backed away. They only came to have a little fun, they didn't sign up for this. Rape was legal, assault and battery was not. They watched as the alpha pulled Noah back to his feet only to punch him back to the ground. He then proceeded to repeatedly kick him in the stomach, leaving Noah wheezing and gasping between each blow. After a particularly nasty hit that probably fractured another one of Noah's ribs, one of the betas spoke up, "B-bane...." Bane snarled in his direction in acknowledgment. "You're gonna kill him...."

The alpha turned towards the beta and growled, "this little fucker needs to learn his place!" How dare a lowly omega embarrass him like that. 

Noah saw his chance, he grabbed what was left of his glasses that must have met the bottom of the alpha's shoe, and used the little strength he had left to push himself off the ground and to dash back towards the campus dorms. He could hear the alpha curse behind him but the betas must have held him back because the voices grew further with each step he took.

He wheezed as he slowed his pace to a walk, then a limp. The adrenaline was slowly leaving his body, pain taking its place. While he inspected his glasses, which now had severely cracked lenses and a broken frame, something warm trickled down the side of his face and he sighed. He couldn't go back to the dorms like this, he'd give his roommate a heart attack. 

He decided he'd need to go into the nearest convenience store to pick up some bandages, duct tape and a candy bar for Lucas, he needed to apologize for his earlier outburst. 

Of course the store didn't have a strong enough prescription to replace his glasses, that'd be too easy. There went his bagel money for the next couple of months. As he roamed the aisles a faint scent of lavender caught his nose. It eased his pain a little and reminded him of the times his mom would use her "natural medicine." He didn't really believe in it, but it made her happy. He thought it odd that a convenient store could spring for scent diffusers but not a mop. He cringed as he stepped into something sticky. No one else was in the store besides the cashier, so he paid and used the one person bathroom to fix himself up. 

First, Noah wrapped the frame of his glasses in duct tape. Now that he could more or less see, he took off his shirt and looked in the mirror to properly assess the damage and cringed. A nasty purple bruise was already starting to form on his left eye and at least two of his ribs were definitely broken, nothing he could do about that. But at least he could wash out and bandage the cut filled with dirt and grime on the side of his head and disinfect the road rash on his left shoulder. After washing up the dried blood and dirt he didn't look nearly as bad, but maybe he'd purchase some makeup to cover up the massive bruise. 

Suddenly his hoodie, which was soaking up what he hoped was sink water on the floor, started to buzz. He fished the phone out of his pocket. It was a text from Lucas.

L: Are you home yet?

Noah took a deep breath and groaned as he felt one of his fractured ribs rub against itself. He didn't deserve Lucas. 

N: Yea. Sry about earlier.

L: Dont worry about it. Now get your beauty sleep. You need it. Haha

Noah laughed bitterly as he gingerly touched his swelling eye. It was a little late for that. 

N: K.