Omegaverse: The Alpha X’s Prey

~18 years later, Oaks' Residence~

The sunlight dreamily streamed through see-through grey curtains, waking the young boy sleeping soundly. He blearily got up, stretched widely as possible, and…

It's Easton's birthday!

Instantly tired crusty eyes pop wide open. Excited, he ran into his jumped out of bed. He will be the first to wish him a happy birthday. Just like every year, since he day he could walk.

Scrambling out of bed, fifteen-year-old Alfie hastily grabbed his present from the back of his closet and ran to Easton's room.

Somehow, Alfie made it a race every year. To see who would be the first person to wake Easton. Of course his mommies always let him win. His real competitor is…

Donovan. The thought of the lovely omega makes the blood rush to Alfie's face. He shakes his head. No pervy thoughts on Easton's special day.

He makes it to Easton's door-hidden cleverly behind a wall in the basement-face red and breathless. Both from the exertion and… well that's obvious.

Fumbling in the dark, Alfie's fingers glaze over a small etch in the wall. Aha! Found it.

He places his finger on the hidden finger scanner. Even with lights turned on, he can't distinguish between the scanner and the bricks next to it.

Whoosh!

Aside from the small puff of hair, the sliding wall is silent. The moment the opening was wide enough for Alfie's muscular body to fit through, he leaped inside shouting:

"hApPY oNe-EiGht bIRthDaY!!"

He lands, hitting his target: Easton's soft and very ticklish tummy.

"Oof!" Easton wakes up startled but soon is laughing with his younger brother.

"I win again this year!" Alfie cheered, he excitedly shoves his present to Easton's face. "Open it! Openitopenitopenitopenit!"

Easton chuckled. Since he was six every birthday was greeted with a bruise on his stomach. And every year the bruise gets larger and larger…

"Alright. I will." As Easton sits up, the rest of the family trail in. First was Iris, pulling a still sleepy Gabrielle. Behind the couple was Donovan. He walked in leisurely-full of confidence-like he owned the room.

Less than half a minute had passed when he woke up and everyone had laid their presents on the table. Alfie's present being the largest.

A bit irritated about the morning bruise from his rowdy alpha brother, Easton puts Alfie's present off to the side and opens his parents' presents first on purpose.

A lumpy parcel wrapped in brown paper and twine was opened first. Easton revealed a hand knitted scarf with matching hats, socks, and mittens from Iris.

"Again?" Easton says exasperatedly, but he still puts every accessory on. Just like every year.

Next was Gabrielle's present, another sports equipment. Undoubtedly to add to his already strict training regime. This year is boxing gloves. Huh. She toned it down… by a lot. The last two years Easton had been gifted extremely sharp and dangerous weapons. They're under his bed at the moment.

Donovan handed him a card. When Easton opened it he caught a whiff of a new scent that absolutely blew his mind away. He stopped what he was doing. In the brief second the aromatic scent was etched into Easton's mind.

Unfamiliar and yet, so familiar.

"You gonna open it or what…?" Donovan teasingly reached for the card, as though to retrieve his present back.

"Nope!" Easton was snapped out of his reverie and pulled out a letter. "Blah blah blah… ooh here it is!"

Several hundred bills fell out. Everyone laughed when Easton greedily counted his allowance. Ever since Donovan had been working part-time in his boyfriend's cafe, the majority of his earnings go to his younger brothers. The rest, school and whatnots.

"Open mine!" Alfie whɨnėd impatiently, trying not to focus on him.

Unfortunately his ears were tingling. All his nerves were on edge, focusing on his oldest brother. Donovan's auburn hair has been gleaming brightly since he started dating that damned Mark.

Under the wrapping paper was a box. Behind that box was another box… and so on and so forth. Finally Easton pulled out the last box.

It was rectangular and didn't match it's packaging. For instance it was a dark navy blue and the material itself felt soft under Easton's fingertips. At the bottom was a logo.

"You didn't!" Easton looked up at Alfie astonished. The latter only smiled widely, showcasing his bunny teeth. Unusual for a dominant alpha.

"I did." Everyone could see Alfie's nose growing with proudness. Donovan smiled secretly from his corner, watching the happy family of four tenderly.

Behind the lid was an exquisite fountain pen. The engraving was done by the alpha himself, as Easton's name is not allowed to be mentioned anywhere. It was a bit sloppy but legible: Easton Kyle Oaks.

If time could stop right here. Donovan sighed to himself, bracing for what will happen. The omega glanced at his watch. In about fourteen hours, Pandora's box will be opened and all hell would be unleashed.

And he will be the one to do so.