The One Separate I Want
The cold steel of the flat of the blade pressed against his lips, was what kept him silent.
The sharp claws threateningly pressed against his throat, made him swallow thick and heavy. His breathing shallow, yet quick. And the unhinged look in Woojin's eyes had both his heart and pulse rate quickening. Fear lanced through him. His body pinned heavily beneath Woojin's. His shirt cut open to unveil his omega body. And his trousers unfastened. And there was nothing Minho could do. He was at Woojin's mercy. And he likely wasn't going to be leaving this bed the same. His body no longer his. His first everything taken from him by the alpha that wasn't his. His own alpha still out there, and nowhere nearby.
He knew that for a fact.
Oh, how could he even consider another alpha, or trying for a mate when he was about to lose his virginity? That another alpha will have taken him, and he wouldn't be able to accept another alpha for a mate. Woojin shifted about on top of him, clearly working his cock free to shove it into his clit. Minho could have shuddered, and could also almost cry. He was going to tear his clit. Minho wasn't at all in the mood. No slick accumulating. And yet, Woojin was going to force it all. It would do untold damage to his clit.
Along with his mind and heart.
Not to mention, his heat cycles would be very messed up from henceforth.
There was no way out of this. That much Minho knew. He wasn't stronger than Woojin. No omega ever was able to match an alpha pound for pound. Muscle for muscle. There had been a reason omegas didn't partake in too many sports, or in the military. They couldn't pack on the muscles the way alphas could. Even as a male omega, Minho also had much more fragile bones. Alphas had bigger and thicker bones. So while he would have absolutely loved to have shoved Woojin off him, he couldn't.
He closed his eyes, not wanting what was happening. His inner wolf caged and cornered. Begging for any help. Howling to the gods for something. Anything. Just, help! He couldn't lose everything like this.
Woojin gave a deep satisfied rumble as he leaned in, and began to place sensual kisses along his neck. Minho wanted to throw up. His skin crawling more than ever. He bit his bottom lip. Anything to keep from crying. He didn't want to appear weaker to Woojin. He didn't want the alpha to see him crying. Didn't want it to be something Woojin could use against him. If there was even a grain of control Minho could maintain control over, it was how much vulnerability and weakness he showed Woojin.
Even as the alpha raped him.
He closed his eyes tight, wanting it over with already. Trying to block out everything. And deeply apologizing to the alpha he would have been with, if not for Woojin. Maybe. Maybe once he met his alpha, he could tell him everything. And maybe, his alpha could tear Woojin to shreds for him. Zombie apocalypse be damned. He supposed he would have to cling to this hope and wish to maintain what little sanity he could after this.
He wanted to whimper, feeling Woojin humping a little. Clearly excited, and eager to finally have the only omega he's been in close proximity to for a while. Minho should have only let Woojin stay a week. Give him some food and medical supplies, and sent him on his way. Oh, the deep regrets Minho now carried. And there was another thing Woojin would take from him. His ability to trust anyone ever again. And that almost made him cry, as well. Not being able to trust his alpha for a long time. Even as his alpha worked tirelessly to prove to him he could be trusted.
And it hit him in the gut even more. After all, they were still in the zombie apocalypse. His alpha could try as hard as they could to prove to him they were trustworthy. Would never hurt him. And then, those zombies would rip him from Minho. Or worse yet, other psychotic wolves. Or he could die before he could give himself to his alpha fully. Every moment that ticked by, Minho knew he wasn't going to be the same. Ever. He was going to be raped, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
When his ear gave a small flicker.
//
Woojin came to a grinding halt.
His ear flickered as well, picking up the sound of many steps crunching on the soil. His eyes flared, and he gave a low growl. At this, Minho's eyes opened. Watching Woojin. And thanking the gods for it finally coming to a halt. For now. As they lay there a moment, both minds raced. For different reasons. Minho, for escape from this potential hell. Woojin, on who or what that was. And if he should ignore them, or not. After taking a look at Minho once more, Woojin gave an annoyed growl. He pushed Minho deeper into the bed, "I'll be back. You run, and I ever find you or catch you I'll make you regret it. You're mine."
Minho could have huffed. He would never be Woojin's. He knew that he wouldn't have much of a chance to outrun Woojin. But, he could outsmart him. As Woojin tucked himself away and went to see what was going on, Minho waited until he'd stepped outside the house. Hearing the door become unlocked, and opened. After taking only a moment, Minho quickly scrambled off the bed. He held his shirt closed. The cool air wasn't very pleasant to his omega skin. He listened intensely. Hearing deep mumbling. He wasted no time. He turned and gently and carefully opened the window near by. Opening it just enough, to give Woojin the impression he'd slipped outside the window.
Unlike Woojin, Minho knew this house like the back of his hand. Clearly. So he knew exactly where he could go to hide. And he sure as hell needed it at this time. Minho quickly went to his hands and knees. Under the bed, was a carpet. It looked very faded, and as if it were stuck to the floor. And it was. Having been permanently glued into the wooden flooring. Reaching out shaking fingers, Minho pried open a small section in the center of the rug. A trap door. A small hole he could slip into. It had originally been for storing food for winter.
Still was, until the apocalypse.
Minho had discovered it by accident. But now, he was glad he'd learned of it. And he was extra glad he never showed Woojin. At least he'd been smart enough about that. Carefully and quietly, Minho slipped into the black hole. It wasn't too deep. But deep enough for him to fit. Comfortably, as well. He was surrounded by compact dirt. Quietly, he closed the lid down on himself. He did his best to even his breathing, even as he stared up at the seam he could just make out. Ears perked forward, waiting for Woojin to return. And hopefully, leave for good. He may take Minho's supplies, but that was fine. Minho knew how to harvest as long as possible.
He was more used to a rural life, than a city wolf like Woojin.
He kept his hand gripping his torn short closed. And he didn't bother with his trousers. He'd fix them later. Or would use them as fire food. He had plenty more in the drawers above him. He listened as heavy footsteps entered the room. A familiar growl came, before Woojin spoke. Opening the window further and peering out, "Of course you would. When I find you, I'll make you pay bitch. You can't run forever. If we both survive and I find you, I'll make you regret running. Should have just taken it like the breeding whore you are."
Minho bit his bottom lip. Preventing himself from growling, and unveiling his location to Woojin. But, it had worked. He was finally free of Woojin. He heard the alpha storm out. Grabbing things as he went. Likely supplies, and his own things. Heard him grumbling, "Could have had a whole host of alphas. Guess I'm going alone. Fuck this stupid place, anyway. Getting sick of it."
Minho strained to listen. Soon, he knew Woojin was gone. And while he didn't dare leave his hole any time soon, he felt a great wave of relief flood him. He was free. And, he had managed to save himself for his actual alpha mate. He'd have to be a lot more wary of any with a dick between their legs. Even beta-omegas. But based on what he'd heard from Woojin, it was a group of other alpha survivors. He clearly didn't know how many. He didn't want to. And if Woojin was going with them, then Minho didn't care. He could wait for his actual alpha to come into his life.
Thank the gods for their miracles.
Now if they could give him his pack and or mate, he'd be even happier. And so, Minho stayed in the hole. Waiting, listening. Not yet risking his own outsmarting. He'd wait until it grew fairly dark out. The seam showed the light of day. Despite it being cold and grey out.
Once it was dark enough out, Minho held his breath. Slowly, he crawled his way out of the hole. Keeping an ear out for Woojin. Or his new pack. Or even worse yet, a zombie. They may have attracted some, and were being chased by them. Eh, rather slowly. As Minho carefully went to close the window, he peered outside. It was still dark out, but he couldn't see any silhouettes. He'd have to be very quiet until he got the house locked up. And hopefully, free of zombies. Then he could safely light a fire, and eat what he could.
If anything.
After securing the thankfully zombie free house, Minho finally tossed his trousers and torn shirt into the fire he'd made. Woojin hadn't taken his food and medical supplies. Uncertain as to why, Minho counted it as another blessing. He ate what he could, and put on new clothes. He went to bed that night, grateful to the gods. And having a fear and hatred for Woojin unmatched. Yet. As he drifted to sleep safe and unharmed, he smiled softly. His virginity and love was safe for his actual mate. He was out there, and Minho could not wait to meet him. Cautiously, of course. He wasn't sure when he'd tell them about Woojin, and his attempted rape of him. But he would. Maybe when the time was best. And while he was now alone again, he'd prefer it.
He was safer that way, for now.
//
Minho was still looking over his shoulder.
Expecting Woojin to come barging back in. But as the days past without a sight or sound of Woojin, Minho found himself relaxing a little. Easily returning to his old routine, before Woojin dared enter his life. Harvesting what he could. And storing some of it for winter. He knew the season was coming. The mornings were chillier every other day. And he could smell it. Feel it on his cool flesh. He could have frowned. He didn't have many clothes for winter. But he did have plenty of spare blankets.
As Minho looked at the garden he had, his mind swirled a little. If he survived the winter, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay at his current home. He would need to move on. The soil could not be tilled much longer. And the crops wouldn't be as fruitful next year. He would have to move on. Besides, he knew that by then safe zones will have cropped up. And he would need to find one, and move there. Hoping for safety and security. He just had to hope he never ran across Woojin.
He would have to really listen and trust his inner wolf from here on.
After Woojin attempted to rape him, Minho found himself incapable of trusting as easily ever again. Not that he had trusted Woojin. But he'd agreed too easily. If his wolf said someone was untrustworthy, he'd tell them to move along and leave him the fuck alone. But if another appeared and his wolf did say they were trustworthy, then he'd let them in. Cautiously. They'd have to prove it to him. But then, should he unveil he'd nearly been raped? He supposed in the apocalypse, his lack of trust could be easily understood for any number of reasons.
With his plan for the rest of autumn and winter set, Minho went about ensuring he had plenty of firewood. And while he wasn't the hunter an alpha could be, he knew how to set up some traps. But that had Minho pausing. He didn't have the right amount of winter gear. No way was he trudging out into the freezing cold and snow, for traps and meat. As much as he'd like that. He supposed he'd just settle for his current stash. Though if he did some trapping between now and the first snows, he could store that meat properly. Knowing well how to do so. His grandmother showing him.
Without Woojin to do the hunting, Minho went about putting up traps. He supposed he could thank his grandfather for showing him how to hunt. His grandmother had also known how to hunt. His grandfather said that while alphas were the primary hunters and providers. Sometimes, the omega had to do it. Better to have such a skill, than to go hungry because you didn't have an alpha just yet.
He'd taken their words and lessons to heart. Especially as he had always envisioned himself taking over their quaint home and farm. And that was perhaps the one thing gutting him most about leaving it, come spring. He's wanted to live here his whole life. Now, he couldn't live longer than a year. He just hoped his future home would be a suitable replacement.
After having stored what meat he'd manage to catch, he went about drying the fur pelts. Minho set about harvesting the crops as best he could. They were becoming fewer and fewer. He was on his knees in the soil, gently digging around to get at the roots. His ears flickered. At this, his head shot up. Eyes wide with fright. He was still slightly traumatized by Woojin's attempts to rape him. He swallowed thick, even as a figure approached. His feet crunching on the soil beneath him. He had a bat with dried blood slung over his shoulder. And, he had dark hunter green eyes.
A beta.
And based on how flat his chest was, a beta-alpha. Minho went still as a statue. Alarms racing through him. However, the wolf inside him was wagging its tail. Happy to see this wolf. And even whimpering a little. His wolf, trusted this one? His wolf let him know, this was one of his pack. He knew it, deep inside. Unsure how his inner wolf could recognize packmates for the first time, Minho just accepted it. He carefully pushed to his feet, cleaning his hands of soil. He watched him with narrowed eyes, "Why should I fucking trust you?"
The beta shrugged, "You shouldn't. Ever. No omega should trust anyone, ever. Not in this new world." The beta looked up a moment, before he sighed, "But perhaps you'd be willing to offer a beta a chance to rest. A warm place for the coming winter. I can only survive it so long, myself. Especially in our new world."
Minho watched him for a long time. He seemed confident. Hardened, really. And he was clearly keeping a distance. One foot turned away. If Minho told him to get lost, he actually would. And since his wolf was telling him he was safe. He was pack, then Minho would listen. As he'd promised. Minho sighed, "You do realize you're asking to temporarily live with an omega, yes?"
The beta snorted, "I know in this world we cannot be picky. But um, I've always preferred alphas."
At this, Minho was both shocked and rather greatly relieved. It must have shown, for the foot now faced his direction. He finally nodded, "I can go for that. I'm Lee Minho. And this is my home. Was my grandparent's before things went to bust."
The beta-alpha nodded, taking it in, "Quaint. And rather lovely. And, nice to meet you."
Minho narrowed his eyes, "And, you are?"
The beta-alpha blinked, then spoke, "Oh, sorry about that."
He then gave a dramatic bow as he introduced himself, "Kim Seungmin, at your service."