My Faceless Bus Stalker Alpha
Written by MichiTheThird
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"That is the ugliest nose I've ever seen."
"You tryin' to start something with me?" I hissed.
"I'm just curious…does that nose carry on to your human form?"
I felt all eyes on me when I let out a growl that was so deep and low that it was generally hard to accept that it came out from such a small Yorkshire Terrier. "I don't have to answer you." I replied.
"That sounds like a yes to me," the Doberman Pinscher taunted. His fur was a dark, satiny brown with a lighter hued brown underneath. The amber eyes could have been considered beautiful if they weren't filled with such mockery.
The two of us couldn't have been more different in appearance. I had albinism, so my entire pelt was white. My eyes lacked so much pigment that they appeared lilac. But, it was still my nose that stood out the most. It was a pale and vibrant pink. Though I knew that in my human form only my lips and the tips of my ears were a similar pink, it wasn't any of his business what color my nose was.
Naturally, I rushed forward and bit one of his forelegs. Growing up, I had no shortage of bullies that would make fun of the way I looked, whether I was in canine or human form. But, I refused to take it lying down.
After a scuffle involving barking, growling, and more biting, the Doberman managed to pin me onto my back with one single paw. His muzzle appeared much larger when it snarled a mere inch from my own. But, the fight hadn't left my eyes and my gaze was as unflinching as it was unrepentant. I didn't care that he was three times bigger than me.
At first, both of us fought the Alpha Scholar's command. The Doberman was an Alpha himself, so he could easily disregard another Alpha's commands if he wanted to. I was a Budding Beta, so I was able to fight the command for a good while before ultimately submitting to it, and the Doberman knew it. He waited until my head fell to the side in surrender before finally stepping off of me. The expression on his face was of snide satisfaction.
Though the response was involuntary, I still felt humiliated having been forced to back down.
My first day at university was going swimmingly so far.
The reason I chose to come to Malamute University was because I didn't have to live at a dorm. The commute by bus was only twenty minutes. I wanted to study to become a history scholar and, while I was at it, find another Beta to date…if I lucked out on my birthday, of course.
The first class of the day had been, essentially, a daily assembly. All students, regardless of what year they were in, had to gather first thing in the morning in their canine forms. In all of our other classes, we were required to be in human form. Though it was obviously supposed to be a time to mingle and for new students to feel welcomed, some fights broke out over dominance.
Usually, the fights were Alphas sizing one another up. Sometimes, even Betas sized one another up. But, Betas rarely challenged Alphas. They were still susceptible to Alpha commands. Not nearly as susceptible as Omegas, but susceptible just the same.
Omegas tended to stay out of all fights. Their partnered Alphas fought in their stead and protected them.
It was sickening.
I've had a few Beta friends that matured into Omegas as soon as they turned eighteen. Male and female alike, as soon as they were claimed by an Alpha, they became so smitten that they were barely themselves anymore. I was tired of losing friends to "maturity." Many Alphas were possessive and controlling, not allowing my friends to even hang out with me anymore.
Not all Betas matured into Omegas. If Betas turned 18 without any changes, then they were Betas for the rest of their lives.
To be honest, I was terrified.
See…I wasn't 18 yet. I skipped a grade when I was younger cause I was a bit of a smart ass. So, I graduated from high school at 17. My birthday wasn't until October 31st. That's right, my birthday was on Halloween. If there were any way I could fast forward past Halloween this year without changing my Beta status, I'd gladly do it.
I turned towards the sound of my name. Since it had been pronounced correctly, "Ah-vee-ohn," I knew that it had to be one of my friends. Sabine, in this case. Long story short, my mom gave birth to me while on an airplane. She had been seated next to an elderly Chihuahua and had asked her what the word for "airplane" was in Spanish. And there you have it, my name means airplane. You wouldn't believe how many times I had to correct scholars from trying to call me "Avon" (no, Avon's not calling) or "Ay-vee-on" over the years.
"Avion, it's only the first day and I heard you already got into a fight with that Alpha Derrick?" Sabine questioned. She was a sandy-haired labradoodle and a Beta.
"Derrick?" I snorted. "Was that his name? Derrick the Doberman?"
"I heard his parents are big-time patrons for the campus," she warned. "I'd steer away from him if I were you."
"I don't care if his parents are in the CIA, I'm still gonna defend myself," I refuted.
"Alright, then try not to die in the process," Sabine insisted.
"If I do, you know who the number one suspect is," I pointed out.
"You saying you'll haunt me until I turn him in?" She joked.
She shook her head at my response. "Anyway, you still hang out with Morgan?"
"Last I checked we were still best friends," I said. "So, yeah. Why?" Morgan was a chocolate Labrador with light brown eyes. He was also a Beta despite his size. Morgan was special in the way he managed to befriend everyone regardless of the status. He was friendly with Omegas, Betas, and Alphas without thinking about it twice.
"Is he currently seeing anyone?" She asked.
Betas had a lot more flexibility in terms of partners. They could easily be partnered with Alphas or fellow Betas. And though it was rare, some Betas even managed to partner with Omegas. The rarest combination of all was an Alpha/Alpha pairing. Alphas were so dominant that it was difficult for them to get along intimately with another Alpha.
"No, I don't think so," I finally answered. "He tried to go out with a Greyhound for a while during the summer, but it didn't really work out."
That was another thing that was so flexible about Betas. Unless attached to a serious Alpha or Omega partner, they were able to date freely. Alphas and Omegas made such strong connections with their partners that they generally mated for life. I wanted to have the same kind of freedom with dating that Sabine and Morgan already had.
But, I had to turn eighteen first.
I found Morgan in my elective Humanities class. We sat down next to each other and were able to catch up on our summer adventures before and after class. I saw a glint of interest in his brown eyes when I mentioned that Sabine wanted to know if he was still available to date.
"Sabine? Really?" Morgan wondered aloud.
"Yeah, she asked me if you were seeing anyone and she seemed pretty happy when I told her you were back on the market," I snickered. "Gonna give her a chance?"
"You know it," Morgan admitted. "What about you? Anyone catch your eye?"
"I wish," I sighed. "Nothing yet."
A frown then formed on Morgan's face. "Your argument with Derrick this morning keeps getting more and more exaggerated as it goes through the gossip grapevine. People are trying to say they saw you beating him up before he managed to pin you down."
I let out a small groan. "It wasn't even much of a fight. He insulted me; I bit him. He pinned me down, and then a Scholar broke it up."
"I just don't want you to be making enemies of Alphas. At least not until after…"
Though he trailed off, I knew what he was talking about. He wanted me to lay low until after my birthday, and he had a right to worry. If I did mature into an Omega after my birthday, then that would mean that I'd become even more susceptible to Alpha commands. Any Alpha who has it out for me could easily exact their revenge on me then.
"I don't plan on making anyone an enemy," I countered. "But, that doesn't mean I won't continue to stand up for myself."
Morgan didn't look very happy with me after hearing that.
(a/n: Examples of Avion's canine form. I state a formal disclaimer for the photos used as reference/photo manipulations.)