Harry Mmmmmm
“Hey lil Fishy… whats got your pheromones so… so weak and so… weak… it’s.. it’s making me want to sing… 🎤 eckhem, EURGH, ow furball. Sorry, i guess i’m not singing for my little twink today… sad face.” Watching Harry retch up a weird-looking furball, i cant help but blink my blue shiny orbs at Harry (yes, THE Harry Styles, the Alpha who has bought so many omegas and Alphas in the past (bitching, sigh), THAT ONE.) who is now cradling me in his arms. All so that i don’t fall with my frail, weak, twinky, omega body.
Wow, the shock of just seeing him was something.
But now he’s holding me!
I don’t think i can handle this, being this weak…
I need to Alpha up, i need to act strong.
“Oh, Harry…” a frail arm makes it’s way to cradle Harry’s strong, sharp, muscular cheek. “Stop touching me you pedo… you’re like 30 and have a weak scent now that you’ve bitched so many Alphas into submission. Everyone thinks you’re actually a beta. Me included.” I manage to croak out through my dry throat. Not drinking anything for the past two days except some dirty dog water left for our long dead beta dogs just does that to you.
It had lice in it, which made for some much needed nutrients, so i couldnt complain. :(
My hand falls back to my chest, too weak to stay up, my parents’ angry pheromones still lingering in the kitchen. It makes me afraid, afraid of what’s going to happen. But…
Omegas need to be strong, strong so Alphas will know they can easily take care of pups and do housework at the same time.
I cant show my fear, all i need to do is be submissive and breedable, as some may say. (Misogynistic Alphas, sigh)
“HOW DARE YOU…. YOU WEAK… WEAK LITTLE OMEGA… YOU AND YOUR TWINKY BODY NEEDS TO BE BEATEN INTO SUBMISSION… BY A STRONG ALPHA LIKE ME… RRRHHHHH” Harry growls, and if i didn’t know better id think the butterflies in my stomach were the lice coming back for revenge.
Or maybe it would be the cockroaches this time?
Who knows.
“No! I’m sorry Alpha! I’ll be a good little kitten my strong, big, muscular and strong Discord daddy…” i whimper out, flinching violently when i smell Harry’s breath.
It smells like the personification of someone spooning out an Omega’s eye and fucking the hole… (woah, Atsushi is that you im thinking about?? No, it can’t be…)
“Thats a good pet…” Harry cooes at me, stroking my cheek.
Ew, he has yellow nails. Weirdo. Like, naturally yellow.
Brother euuughhh.
My scent glands, deflated as they are, puff out my scent as i recognise him as a caring Alpha. He’s cooing at me, i’ve never been cooed at before! Oh man, this is almost too much for my weak, dumb, stupid little omega brain to handle…
Hmm, maybe he could be the one for me?
No, no! Bad Fish! Get yourself together! He’s a whole decade older than you! Its just the Omega in you talking, your wolf is just lonely as shit, get yourself together! Thats weird, he probably doesn’t have much stamina anymore anyways!
You have better options.
And they are not Harry. Plus, we don’t know why Harry is here yet.
My parents. i remember. Yes, they are here too. They can tell me why Harry is here. How could i forget my parents? Their scent is all over this kitchen! Wow, i guess Harry is just… too captivating, huh?
I look to them for guidance, my weak Omega neck cracking under the effort. Owie.
“Why are you looking at me like that, you dirty excuse of an Omega. Look to Harry. He owns you now, we sold you to him.“ My dad speaks up, disgust lining his words.
I’ll never be goon enough for him…
#DaddyIssuesGang…
But i cant help but balk at the news, sure i’ve been living with my bare necessities not being met for the longest time. Only enough so that i don’t die and ruin my parents’ image. But, we’re rich. Like, rich, rich.
We live in a goddamn mansion, what the hell!!?
“W-w-why…??” Feeling tears pool in my eyes, i cant help but cry. Cry for what will be of my future, of what’ll be of me. My first time crying since i presented as an Omega, and it’s not because i could legally move out, no. Not because i got a mate, an Alpha.
No, because i just got sold.
By my own parents.
To Harry Styles.
“This is so not Skibidi…” is the only thought passing through my mind right now, the only thing i can think to distract myself from this situation.