Omegaverse: The Alpha X’s Prey

When Alfie stormed inside, he caught the apple of his eye struggling to make it to the top of the stairs.

Without another word he stomped his way to the omega to pick him up. Princess-style of course. Donovan's a queen.

"Stop..." Donovan weakly thrashed against Donovan's firm ċhėst. Although Maverick helped, the omega wasn't fully healed.

He couldn't help but notice how much he's grown. His muscles have definitely gotten more well defined, Donovan could feel it under the cloth of his shirt. Imagine if he took his shirt off...

No!

No! Dirty! Thoughts!

Alfie couldn't bear to see Donovan in pain. If only his older brother knew what it did to the alpha. Would he take better care of himself? Better care of Alfie's heart?

"...whydoyoudothistome..." Alfie mumbled under his breath. He ignored his brother's resistance and only held him closer, sharing their body heat. If only there weren't any clothes between them...

Uh oh, Alfie maybe possibly might have an erection... He cursed himself in his mind. Why must his body betray him now?

"What'd you say?" Donovan didn't hear what Alfie said, but he felt the rumbling of his voice. Just as he relented to being held, he comfortably leaned his head against Alfie's beating heart. His pulse was quick, but the rhythmic thump thump thump made the omega sleepy. Donovan subconsciously allowed his omega instincts take over, wanting to be even closer to his alpha. His protector...

The sudden movement of falling woke the omega. Alfie had heartlessly dumped Donovan on his bed and immediately ran out the door. A bit hurt, Donovan climbed under the blankets of his bed. Not minding he is in school clothes.

Alfie wished the moment would last forever. Holding Donovan in his arms, where he belongs. (Yes Alfie knows how cheesy that sounds, and he [doesn't] apologize(s) for being such a Romeo.) When he felt the omega snuggle closer to his heart, Alfie's third limb only got bigger.

Stupid puberty hormones.

He can't bring himself to imagine the disgust on Donovan's face when he realizes his younger brother got a boner from carrying him.

Unexpectedly, Alfie bumped into Mark on the way down.

"You gonna take a cold shower?" Mark openly stares at the tent. There was obvious disgust in his eyes.

"Sh-shut up." Alfie mumbled.

"Disgusting." Mark muttered as Alfie shoved past him.

"Excuse me?" Alfie was pissed. He abruptly turned around.

"You heard me." Mark stared into the alpha's eyes boldly.

Before Mark could register what was going on, Alfie dragged the bastard into his room, slammed the door, and began throwing punches.

Alfie had unfortunately used too much strength. The door shut so hard that a dresser against the same wall fell to the floor. Breaking upon impact.

There were photo frames atop the dresser. Glass shattered everywhere, some even cut the boys.

"You f*cking-"

Punch! Wham! Thwack!

Mark was interrupted by a blow to the face. Fortunately he was bleeding and no teeth were knocked out.

"You wanna f*cking repeat that?!"

"You bleeping bleep bleep!" Mark used all the colorful words stored in his naughty book. This only irritated Alfie more. It somehow became a cussing face off between the boys.

Donovan in the room across the hall had black lines on his forehead. Nobody wants to wake up to that.

Exasperated, Mark didn't want to lower himself even further. He threw the plastic bag rudely into Alfie's irritatingly untampered face. Using the distracting, the beta made sure to land a blow on his perfectly straight teeth, ignoring the fact that Donovan will definitely give him hell for it later.

"Take care of him for me you perverted ɨnċėst maniac." Mark spat. He carefully made his way past the debris in Alfie's already messy room. Out of pettiness, he swiped a baseball cap among the mess. He should be allowed to hide his injuries, yes?

With that, he left without making eye contact with anybody.

Alfie had blood dribble down the side of his mouth. When the bag was thrown in his face he-being the oaf he is-bit down on his tongue. And quite hard at that.

What stung more than his bitten tongue and probably loose teeth was Mark's last remark. The last three words wouldn't stop ringing in his mind.

Perverted ɨnċėst maniac. Perverted ɨnċėst maniac.

"I'm not a perverted ɨnċėst maniac." Alfie stubbornly said quietly to his room, his eyes prickling with tears. "I'm not... I'm normal. I'm..."

The alpha trailed off, unable to deny the insult. The prickling increased.

poke poke poke

Painful isn't it?