I get off the ground and walk in. I walk up to the bar. A girl I don’t get along with stands there. She glares when I walk over.
“You’re late.” I ignore her. “You have to take the stage in Room A.” She smiled. She knows I hate taking the stage. Everyone knows.
“What?”
“Blaze told papa bear about your incident outside. He told me to tell you you have to be punished. My ankle hurts so I’m on bar duty. You get to take room A for me.”
“Where is he?”
“He doesn’t want to see you right now.” I clench my jaw and move into the back. I open my locker and pull the outfit off its hanger. I slip in one of the private dressing rooms. I take off my clothes and slip on the lingerie. I’m careful not to rip the lace. Then over it I slip on the angel costume.
I take my wig off and let my long white hair flow. I take out my contacts. Not seeing clearly makes it easier on me. Then I slip a mask over my face. Even if it’s not hard to figure out who I am, the little bit always helps. They believe my natural appearance is all fake. With the mask if they were to see me they wouldn’t be able to put it together. That’s what I hope.
I use the wall as a guide. Then slip into the private room. The dress is short, but has long sleeves it’s tight but with a zipper down the front easy to take off.
A man sits on the couch. I make my way to the stage. My song plays in the background. I grab the pole and move along slowly with the music. I feel the pair of eyes. When the height of the song hits, My dress slips to the floor. My dance showing the fall of an angel from heaven.
I’m careful about my movements, making myself look elegant. In this moment I’m not myself, I’m not a useless male omega.I’m an unachievable angel, who defies the rules and gets banished. That lives in a world where the angel can finally live free without the ridiculous rules.
As the song finishes the feeling fades and soon I’m just a shameful man again. I bow and exit the stage. As I reach for the handle. A hand presses the door closed.
“You’re an omega.”I feel the blood drain from my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try for the door again. This time it wouldn’t even budge. Fear begins to consume me, spreading throughout my body like a wildfire.If Blaze was here he would step in, but he wasn’t. My wolf begins to stir and I hear its voice in the back of my head.
Alpha.
I feel myself begin to shake. He’s not human. Wolves aren’t allowed here. At least wolves from my pack. The man presses against me.
I need to get out of here. He leans close to my ear. Instincts kick in and I elbow him in the gut. A moment was all I needed. I rip the door open. I quickly ran. I need to tell the alpha. If it’s a rogue, then people are in danger. My hands were shaking. I somehow make it through the people and into my truck.
I didn’t have to fear the wolves in my pack, they followed certain rules. Wolves from other packs have different rules. They could break a couple of bones. Even worse was if he was a rogue. They would be able to kill me and not have any consequences.
That’s not what scares me the most. He was incredibly close to my neck. If he had marked me- I shudder. If I were to be marked I would belong to him. By werewolf law once an omega is marked they lose all of their rights. Their rights go to their mate. A fate even worse than death.
My body was hot.
Even if it was unintentional. He had forced some of his pheromones onto me. I try to stick my keys in the ignition, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I look in the mirror. My eyes were glowing. Small fangs sprouted from my mouth. I try to ease my breathing. I could feel the panic setting in. I press my back into the seat. My bottom lip quivered. I’ve been too careless. I thought I was safe here, but I’m not.
I open the glove box quickly ripping out my emergency suppressant. With a quick injection it stabbed my neck. I whimper.
I can’t continue to work there. It’s too dangerous. If I’m not safe here, I’m not safe anywhere.
I’m gonna have to find another job. This is the first time something like this happened. Rogues tend to get dangerous fast. My hands were still shaking but I was able to put my keys in the ignition and drive.
I think of mama bear and papa bear. They would be sad. I have to think of their safety. If something happened to them, I would never forgive myself.
I can’t help but wonder how that man knew I was an omega. There were so many people there, so many scents, and yet he was able to pick mine out, it’s terrifying. I shake my head.
A chill shoots up my spine, as I near the pack house. I try to mentally prepare myself.
It was late, and I know he’ll be pissed, but people would be in danger. I knew it was the right thing to do. Even if I didn’t care for them and they all hated me, I couldn’t leave them to suffer.
I can’t stop thinking of the man.
I look up at the moon. It was waxing but only a crescent. It doesn’t make sense. If he had picked up my scent loser to the full moon it would make sense, but right now?
I knock on his door. When it opened he stood there. A frown etched in his lips. “What the fuck do you want?”
I bow my head. “Sir I may have seen a rogue. It was just outside of town at the club where I work.”
“At your whore house?”
“Sir it was-”I’m quickly met with a hand across my face.
“It’s one thing that you’re alive, but now you waste my time. It wasn’t on our territory. No wolf that’s a threat would ever enter a disgusting place like that. Now get out of my sight. I’m busy.” He slammed the door in my face.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t want to listen, but there was nothing more that I could do. I left the pack house. I felt numb. You live your life on the bottom, you get used to being there. Maybe it would be better if I was gone. I shouldn't be alive, it would make everyone’s life easier.
I realized I was still in the skimpy outfit. I change as soon as I can. The long road tonight seems so much longer. I stare into the distance. I pull into the diner. There was one car in the parking lot. The clock on my dash reads 1:24am.
I lay my head on the wheel. Just breathe. I can’t afford to miss any work right now. Gramps needs me. I walk straight into the back room. I slide a black button shirt over my t-shirt. Then change my pants into my clack khakis. A bright blue apron clashes with everything, but it was what I was expected to wear.
“Hey Andy! I already poured a cup of coffee. You seem like you had a long night.”
“Thanks Angie.” I sip slowly. The cup was steaming, it warmed my numb body. “I see you had a rough night.” She pointed to my cheek. My hand flies to my own cheek.
“Shit.” I pick up the napkin holder. Bright red and already forming a bruise. Why did he hit me so hard? At least his son was smart enough not to leave visible marks.
I jump when a hand touches my shoulder. “You know sweetie, just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you can’t get help. I was there too.” Angie was younger, she had a kid. Her boyfriend was abusive. When she had her daughter, she knew he couldn’t stay. She mustered enough courage and got him arrested. She got a restraining order. When he does get out of jail he won’t be able to come near either of them. She works late with me. She leaves her daughter with her mom. In the morning her daughter and mom come to meet her.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” I manage a smile. She sighs.
“I know that it's rough but it can get better.” I slide past her and move to the ice machine. I wrap a couple in a rag and place it on my cheek.
“How Chris?” I try to change the subject.
“She’s good. Mom and I have been working with her. We’re doing online school.”
“Isn’t she too young?”
“A little, but if we start now it’ll be easier for her later.” I nod. Maybe if my parents had stuck around I could’ve been smart too.
Working the night shift nobody's really there. It picks up in the early morning, but even then that’s around when more workers come in.
By the time I’m off. I’m exhausted. I just want to go to bed, but then I have to go to school. I’m late. I missed a period, but I made sure to get a different elective, so when I skip it’s not a big deal.
My backpack hangs on my shoulders. The bell rings really proving I missed my first class. I’m at my locker grabbing my books. I hold them in my hands. It’s not long til they hit the ground. As I go to pick them up I’m pushed to the ground.
“I need money.” I heard the familiar voice. Even though he has plenty of money he’ll still take the little I have just to harass me.
“I don’t have any right now.” He gripped my hair and pushed my face into the ground. My already broken frames broke once again.
“Bullshit.”He searched the pockets. I tried to break free his grasp. His new position was far more painful. His knees pressed into my back. He held my hands down with only one of his. He finally released me as he took the little money I had.
“Please. I need that money.” I tried to beg, but a kick silenced me.
“After last night I think you deserve to be taught a lesson.” He threw the empty wallet at me. Their laughs echoed through the halls as they ran away. I couldn’t help the tears that poured from my eyes.
The halls fell silent. It was only then that I pushed myself off the ground to my knees. I grabbed my glasses. They were in two. I bite my trembling lip as I reach for my backpack. I always had tape in the front pocket.
I picked up my empty wallet. They took all the money I had left.
I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped. I feel so alone.
I pulled my sleeve to my eyes as I wiped the tears. I hate this. This stupid world. I throw my busted glasses.
“Fuck!” I crumble. My back presses against the wall. I pull my knees into my chest, and rest my head.
“I think you need new glasses.” I look up. A guy held the two pieces.
“I didn’t notice.” I respond with bitterness. He’s just another trying to make my life worse, as if it's not bad enough.
“Shit that’s a lot of blood.” He rushed to me. I flinched when he reached his hand out. He pressed a cloth to my nose. I winced. He held the cloth with one hand and he guided me head down with the other. His hands seemed big, he could destroy me, but he was being so gentle. What kind of cruel joke is this?
“Why?” My voice was uneven.
“Why what?” I looked up to him. I could feel more tears welling in my eyes.
“Why are you helping me?” I looked into his eyes. Green and warm. I hadn’t seen him around. He was handsome. He wore dark clothes. He seemed really intimidating. Yet all I wanted to do was have him hold me. I quickly suppress the emotions deep down. I don’t have friends and there’s a reason for that.
“Why wouldn’t I help?” I pushed him away. I snatched my glasses from his hand. I got to my feet. I clenched my jaw as the wave of dizziness took over.
I lean on the locker and look down on him. My world is only filled with darkness, light is something I’m not willing to let in.
“It seems like you’re new here, so let me fill you in. I’m just a dirty omega. Might as well get away while you still have the chance. I don’t need help, I can deal with it on my own.” I collected the last of my things.
It was hard for me to see. I walked to my class I went straight to my seat. I held the broken pieces of my glasses in my hands, one of the lenses was now cracked.
I couldn’t see the board at all. I wiped my nose on my sleeve. The bleeding had stopped thanks to the new guy. I couldn’t help but think of him. Those eyes.
Something inside me stirred. I could feel the heat spread on my cheeks. Maybe there was finally a good alpha in this horrendous place.
No.
I shouldn’t get my hopes up, there’s no such thing. There aren’t good people in the world, everyone wants something, and I have nothing to give.
Something smacks the side of my head. I ignore it and lay my head on my desk. Sometimes I think the simple solution would just be to get rid of myself. It would make things easy, but I can’t leave grandpa. He’s the only reason I’m alive.
“Andrew Wilson.” I lift my head up. The office lady stands there. “You’re being summoned by the principal.” I groan. I grab my items. He’s the last person I want to see right now.
I throw everything in my backpack and hike it over my shoulder. I ignore the taunts from everyone. I follow silently behind the woman. We don’t speak a word to one another. What would we say, we’ve gone through this enough.
As soon as we get there she knocks softly on the door. “Come in.” There was a stern voice. She holds the door open for me.
I walk in and sit in the chair in front of him. I don’t look at him. It would only cause problems. There was tension in the room. This happened all the time. We saw each other almost every day, just like this.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I say nothing. Even if I try to speak up for myself it will result in nothing but pain. The better option is to just sit silently and take the insults. .
“I told you we would be having guests from another pack here. I told you specifically- to be on your best behavior.” Even if I could say something, what would I say? It’s your son who hurts me every day, you son is a demon who makes my life a living hell? Instead he thinks I’m the one who starts fights. He’s practically in charge of everything around here, you piss him off and your life will be ruined. It’s why his son gets away with everything. People don’t tell his father the truth because they want to please him.
He thinks his son is fit to lead the pack. It’s far from the truth, but who would tell him that. He rules with an iron fist.
“You have nothing to say?!” I tighten my grip on my back pack.
“I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
He scoffed. “That’s all you ever do. I believe we had a brief conversation last night. Not wasting my time, and yet here you are, again wasting my time.”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“I’m tired of your empty apologies. You still always end up here. I contemplate banishing you every time you end up in my office, but I take pity on you.” The lump grows in my throat.
“I appreciate the kindness you’ve shown me.”
“You sure as hell don’t show it. You work at a whore house, constantly causing issues. You're a disgrace if your grandmother saw you, what she would say. She would be disappointed. I’m not surprised though. You’re filth just like your-” He didn’t have to finish the rest of that sentence before I snapped. I got to my feet.
“Shut up! You-” I’m silenced with a slap across my face.
“You have no right to speak to me that way. Why are you even here? This is the third time you’re repeating senior year of high school. You’re 20. What are you doing with your life? ” I cradled my face.
“I’m only here because you require it.” He sighed.
“Get out. Go home for the day. I’ll summon you later and your punishment will be discussed then. I swear Wilson, my kindness only goes so far. I will banish you.”
I gather my things and do as I’m told. After all it's the only thing I'm good at.
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