Chapter 1
Peter glanced around his “room”. It seemed to fit the description “jail cell” better.
The young omega swayed softly on his bare feet as he took in all his belongings: a small blanket, an old half of a sandwich, and the few clothes he was wearing.
Glancing back at the door, locked from the outside, he whimpered softly.
His heat would be hitting any day now. “ I need to get out of here.” He said to himself quietly.
Skip Westcott, his “protective” alpha was allowed to claim him this heat, as law stated; he WAS eighteen now.
Peter touched his unmarked scent glands.His frail, dirty hands itches and it’s the need to nest.
After a few moments, he gave in, dragging the blanket to the corner of the room so two sides of his nest could be the wall. He curled up, shivering at the cold. Omegas were very sensitive to temperature, and most alphas gave their omegas hundreds of pillows and blankets to nest with - plus their own body heat.
Peter shuddered at the thought of Skip in his “nest”.
Just as Peter was finally drifting off, Skip threw the door open. “OMEGA!!” Skip shouted.
Peter stood up. “Yes Alpha?” He asked obediently, not wanting to get in trouble.
“Are you ready for the gala tonight?” Skip asked.
Peter had no idea what he was talking about, but he just nodded and said, “Yes, Alpha.” again.
After a moment, Skip dragged him out to the car.
Peter looked longingly back at his blanket, but Skip slapped him when he whined and tried to turn back for it.
“We’re already going to be late.” The man growled at him as he shoved him in the backseat of the car.
Peter has never been in a car, or at least that he can remember.
The belt things looked eerily familiar and scary, so he didn’t touch them.
Alpha sat in the front and made the car move FAST, and Peter whimpered just quiet enough that Alpha couldn’t hear.
What felt like forever in the horrible car, finally ground to a stop next to a massive house- thing.
People in fancy clothes poured in the front.
Peter remembered this. His aunt had told him it was where the person who makes all the decisions lives. The one that had power over ALL omegas, ALL betas, and even Alphas.
“Stay away.” His aunt had said, though he was secretly intrigued at the time.
Now, he shuddered at the thought of someone more powerful than Skip.
Skip threw the car door open and dragged him out roughly.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
An hour later, Peter was sitting next to Skip as the large Alpha downed enough shots to make even the bartender concerned.
Most couples were on the dance floor, romantically slow dancing.
At the end of the song, an omega laughing happily sat down next to him.
Her Alpha ordered himself a beer and her a pop. He wrapped his arm around her and she curled into his side happily.
Peter looked away.
A few minutes later a voice rang out through the room - an Alpha's voice.
“If I could have everybody’s attention please?”
Peter had never heard an Alpha say please before and it shocked him.
“I’m afraid it’s custom that since I am not mated I have to meet every omega over the age of eighteen that aren’t mated. Cloths will be handed around to all omegas. If you are bonded, be sure your mate mark is visible. When you get the cloth, rub it on your scent glands and bring them up in a single file line. I’m very sorry to have to do this. If you have any questions ask anyone dressed in blue. Thank you.”
Peter furrowed his brows.
Then whined.
The most powerful Alpha in the world was going to smell HIS scent…