I couldn’t take it anymore. They were all so NICE to me. So sweet and protective. My parents especially, but their friends, my friends... 

My sister was the only one who got it, crying for me as if I had died. Because I had.

No matter how hard my parents hugged me, no matter how many times they told me it was going to be okay, that I’d find someone else someday… They knew they were lying too.

My Matt. He was someone else’s now. 

Goddamn him. 

No. Damn his fucking parents. It’s their fault! I know Matt was the one who fucked it up, but I just can’t blame him. It hurts too much. 

My lovely beautiful Matt. He broke his promise, but the way he cried when he hugged me for the last time, I knew he never meant to. He loved me as much as I love him, and yet we can’t be together anymore.

Fuck Jack and Denise for going against us. Now they got their wish, but it must be sour for them too, having it go wrong like that. That was the only thing I could smile about in this situation. The irony of their plan for their son backfiring on their asses. Now no-one was happy.

Lindsey, the cunt. She had said she had a masterplan to get herself out of marrying Matt alright. We were just incredibly stupid to think Matt would walk away from it too. 

Yeah, if anyone I should definitely blame her, she’s the only one that got what she wanted, and my Matt had walked right into her trap.

No one could have guessed the tall blonde had been fostering such a devious plan. Alpha females were cunning evil bitches, it turned out. What they lacked in brawn comparing to their male counterparts, they made up with devilish brainpower.

She had invited him up to her family’s vacation home for spring break. Both their families had decided he should go. And I let him, knowing that he’d be mine forever in less than a month. 

I could deal with missing him for one week, if that would be the last time he’d leave my side in forever. I shouldn’t have let him go. If I hadn’t, he’d be mine tomorrow, and I’d be his.

I scrolled through his pictures on my phone again, and cried some more. As I looked through my window, I could see the light in his room was still on. A silhouette stood in front of the window. It wasn’t his.

Seeing Adam standing there in Matt’s room made me vicious. 

Fuming, I took my pyjamas off and got dressed for the first time in three weeks. I threw my collar aside. Fuck it all, I was going to make him mark me too. 

In 10 minutes Matt was turning 21 and I was going to get him back. Make him keep his promise. The pregnant omega in his room wasn’t going to stop me. I’d kill him if I had to. Matt was mine.

He hadn’t wanted this either. The devious bitch and her whore brother had been scheming to get him into heat during their outing. Knowing Adam liked Matt, she had pushed them together until all hell broke loose. And Matt hadn’t been able to fight his urges. 

The parents weren’t there to do anything about it either. And now Lindsey’s wedding was off, but Adam’s was on. Well, I just couldn’t let that happen.

I sneaked outside, carefully trying not to wake my parents and walked over to Matt’s house. I scaled the large wisteria as I had so many times before, and peeked through Matt’s window. The curtains had been closed now, but the light was still on and I could hear voices coming from inside. Matt and Adam’s. 

I knocked on the window as I had done a thousand times before and the voices stilled.

I knocked again.

“David?” The curtain opened and Matt’s beautiful brown eyes looked at me through the mess of black curls I loved so much. My heart skipped a beat. Then he was pulled away from the window and the angry red face of Adam came into view.

“Go away, he’s mine.” Adam said and closed the curtain again.

Adam started screaming at Matt, but the curtain remained closed. I decided I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t let that tiny green-eyed bitch steal my man. 

I pounded on the window with the intent of breaking it for as long as I could. The window and my arm were both covered in blood, but the glass wouldn’t crack. I screamed and used all my strength, prepared to break my knuckles against the window, when I suddenly was completely soaked.

“David! Get the hell down from there, and leave my son alone!” Jack stood on the lawn below, drenching me with the garden hose. As if I was some ally cat making too much noise.

“NO!” I screamed back, then lost my grip because of all the blood and fell down flat on my back on the wet grass.

I think I was out for a bit, because when I opened my eyes I looked straight into Matt’s. My mouth curled up in a smile, but stopped when I noticed Matt wasn’t alone. His dad was still there, and Adam was holding Matt’s hand.

“Happy birthday Matt…” I choked, realising just how completely drained I was. My body aching, and my heart broken. I felt tears stream down my face.

Matt looked as distraught as I was, but he kept his eyes dry and said in a tone of voice that was caring, but dominant: “It’s over David. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry, but this is how it is. I know you’re hurt, but in time you’ll get over it, and find someone else. Please don’t come here anymore.”

And with that, Adam dragged him back to the house.

I don’t know where I found the strength, but I jumped up, ran after them and launched myself at Adam. I was bigger, stronger and full of rage. 

The pudgy fucker didn’t stand a chance. He toppled over and fell face first into the grass, as I crashed on top of him. I didn’t hesitate for a second as I put both hands around his neck, and squeezed as hard as my bruised hands would let me. 

“DIE!!” I screamed.

Then two strong arms caught me around my waist and pulled me up into the air. Struggling to get free, I kicked and screamed but the strong alpha holding me wouldn’t budge. I saw Matt check Adam’s neck with a caring that used to be reserved only for me. Then, walking up to me and with the coldest look I’ve ever seen on him, punched me right in the eye.

His father let me go, as Matt spit “stay away from my omega!”

The tree of them went back inside and I lay on the grass, bruised and broken, with those last words repeating over and over in my mind.

I lay there crying until my tears ran out. 

I tried to get up, but everything hurt. My hands, my back, my face and especially my heart. 

I should get back inside, I should go back to my room, to my bed. I could even wake up my parents. Have them treat my wounds and hug me until I feel better. But I wouldn’t feel better. I was sure of that. 

Nothing could ever make me feel better.

I scrambled to my feet and started walking. It was a Thursday night. Students would be having parties at this time. Maybe I could get in one, and get drunk. Maybe that would make me not feel anymore.

I wandered around the campus until I heard music, then I followed the sound and found a mini gathering in the park. 

A couple of college kids, all male, all alphas. I knew because their scent was quite overwhelming. I estimated they were a little older than me. They sat around a small illegal bonfire with a Sonos speaker and some booze next to a skateboarding ramp, and turned my way when I came closer.

“Hi.” I said.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?” I tall muscular guy with a brown crew-cut and a friendly face asked me. Genuine concern radiated through his voice as he eyed my bruised face and knuckles.

“I got beaten up. I need a drink, will you guys save me?”

Another guy, with dark-blonde bangs immediately got up and handed me a bottle of brown rum. I took a swig and sat myself down in their circle.

“I’m David, thank you.” I said politely, then I took another large gulp of the brown liquid. It burned my throat, but for some reason in felt good. 

I had been a very good boy up to today. I only ever drunk beer, but only a maximum of two at the time, and only if either my parents or Matt were present. This was my first time drinking strong liquor, but I decided I could get used to it. The burn complimented the painful sensations in the rest of my body, and dulled out the sting in my heart.

The guys started introducing themselves. The guy with the dark blonde bangs was called James. The handsome crew cut guy was Philip. He was sexy. 

Then others talked, but I was drowning in how hot all of them were. I wasn’t really listening anymore. Halfway through the introduction circle, James growled and moved closer to me. 

It was nice, his scent was musky and very…

Oh, shit!

To make matters worse, it wasn’t just me being weird. One of the other guys suddenly launched himself at James, but Philip hit him in the face. 

I sprung up, as the group of men that were just so friendly and caring a minute ago, suddenly got very aggressive. Their pheromones were flying all over the place. It was intoxicating. 

Someone grabbed hold of my leg, but another pulled him away from me. This was starting to get a huge mess and, instead of being afraid, all I could think of was having sex with all of them. 

This was bad. I was going into heat and it had triggered them. I should’ve kept taking my pills the last couple of weeks…

Pulling myself away from my urges, I sprung up and started running. I needed to get home, be safe. I didn’t want to get raped out here like a dumb omega. 

My parents didn’t raise a fool and I didn’t want to disappoint them by turning up raped and pregnant by some stranger I didn’t know. 

I didn’t want that. 

I mustn’t want that. 

I really, really, really shouldn’t want that…

But my body did want exactly that. It wasn’t cooperating. It wasn’t running as fast as it should, and halfway through the campus it wasn’t running anymore at all. My knees buckled and I fell down panting on the pavement. 

I was so hot. Shivers ran up my spine as if preparing for an orgasm. “Matt…” I panted. “Matt…”

I heard them in the distance, yelling, running, fighting, arguing. They were coming closer, and I just lay there with my eyes closed on the concrete. Squirming, panting, moaning, touching myself. I couldn’t help it. 

I thought about kissing Matt and I came, but the heat didn’t go down.

Suddenly I heard a low threatening growl close by. “MINE!” someone screamed with a fury that resonated in my groin. The owner of the voice was picking me up off the ground. His scent like a raging bonfire you get when burning a pile of christmas trees. It was heavenly.

“Get back NOW!” 

The voice was oozing confidence and dominance. It made me shudder with lust. This one. This one is strong, this one is good, this one is mine… 

Other alphas were screaming and snarling in the distance, but didn’t come closer.

The scent of the alpha was so overwhelming I couldn’t help but lick the person holding me. “Alpha…” I moaned, wrapping my arms around the person holding me up. It wasn’t a big alpha. Not as tall or muscular as Matt, but I didn’t care. Matt no longer mattered: I wanted THIS ONE. 

“Take me alpha…” I panted.

“You’re going to be alright.” A soft voice said. It made me feel safe and warm. Like when you're inside a little wooden cabin in the middle of a blizzard, with a nice fire burning in the hearth, fur rugs on the floor, and two strong arms holding you close. 

Yet, the alpha was dragging me along, instead of carrying me like a princess in his arms. Which was a little weird. Aren’t alphas supposed to sweep you off your feet?

“Where do you live?” the voice said. The softness was still there, but it had a bite to it as if it came through gritted teeth. 

Some part in the back of my mind was screaming at me to answer the question. That this was an out, that I was being saved instead of being raped. But that part of my mind was swimming in a sea of pheromones and didn’t reach my mouth.

Instead, I heard myself purr.