Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Way too soon for Peter’s liking, he was being passed a cloth.
He glanced around at all the other omegas scenting their cloths - looking almost excited about the fact that they could be the King’s mate.
Peter rubbed the cloth over his glands.
Skip was too far gone to even care what he did anyway, and it couldn’t hurt.. right?
He began to walk towards the front of the big room, holding the cloth.
Skip got up and followed him in a drunken stagger.
When Peter finally got up to the front, after waiting in the line of omegas, he was shaking with nervousness.
There, before him, stood the most powerful Alpha.
He didn’t actually look that scary - he was on the short side, young-ish, and incredibly good looking.
He was wearing a suit, and his dark brown hair was swept back. He had a goatee and thick, luscious eyelashes.
The Alpha is distracted talking to one of his advisors, a taller black man, and tossing cloths in a bin.
Peter glanced at Skip, who was getting suspicious.
“What’re you doooing?” The Alpha asked.
“What I was asked to do. Peter responded carefully.
“Not by me you little -“ Skip started.
“Let’s maybe not finish that sentence.” A voice said.
Peter whipped around to see the King staring at him.
“Sorry, Your Majesty, Mister, King, Sir, I have my, uh, cloth?” Peter stuttered.
“Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong—“ The King cut himself off with a gasp.
His pupils had blown up and he was heaving in air as fast as he could.
“Omega.” He said suddenly.
“Yes, Your Majesty, Sir?” Peter asked, scared.
“Mate. Mine.” The King gasped, shifting closer.
Then the scent hit Peter’s nose.
Like everything perfect and more.
Like home and roses and mint.
Like sunshine and warm cozy nests somehow.
Like warm pie fresh from the oven.
But most of all, safe, and home.
He whined pitifully and stumbled towards the scent, having never felt anything like this before.
“Bah.” He said intelligently.
“Adjourned, adjourned, everybody go home! The king has found his mate! Go home, go home! Feel free to take a complimentary…”
The voice faded as his Alpha spoke.
“What’s your name, sweet?” He asked.
“Peter. Peter P-Parker. Omega.” Peter replied.
“Yes, of course omega, darling. I’m Tony Stark, well, just Tony to you. Or Alpha if you’re comfortable.”
Suddenly a growl interrupted their conversation.
Peter flinched and hid behind his new Alpha.
It was Skip.
And he was mad.