(Warning Cringy Content, Violence, and Extreme Depression.)

"You're in the middle of a war," He finishes storming out. 

I lay there silently, ‘a war? So he’s a bloodthirsty warrior. He’s killed so often it doesn’t even bother him anymore. But why didn’t he kill me? Was it because I asked or…” I shudder pushing away the thought that he still cared about me. ‘It hurts.’ I grab my heart, ‘Everything hurts. I’m so confused. Why do I care? Why do I still like him?! It’s because you’re an omega, it’s the non-human part of you.’ I comfort myself. ‘I hate him but it’s so painful to see him hurt.’ I start sobbing, ‘I just want to die.’

When the alien comes back in he has food and water. I haven’t moved. He places them down next to me, moving the old untouched food from earlier.  

“You need to eat and drink something.” He says crouching down next to me. 

“I did think he was attractive.” I say not caring if it made the alien go into a rage. “His skin, eyes, hair color were all so unique and his face and wings were beautiful.” I turn my head to look at the alien, my eye is almost swollen shut. “He was so nice to me, despite hating humans, and he called me pretty.” Tears blind me, “He even comforted me while I was having a panic attack. Sure, to shut me up he kissed me but it was just on the lips, no tongue, not like-” ‘Ours.’ I think. I’m surprised he’s letting me talk. “He hugged me and smelled like the caves on Earth and then when I fell asleep he stayed beside me.” 

I close my eye hard, letting the tear burn it’s way down my face. When I open my eye the alien is just staring at me. “Please kill me. I can’t live with you, I can’t love you. I can’t go back to the omegas...they'd be too afraid of me because of you.” 

“I’ll call a trainer.” He sighs. “I don’t know how to deal with omegas.” And with that he gets up and leaves. I close my eye, I don’t have the strength to think.

I feel something replace the collar around my neck, needles prick my skin and I cry out, gripping it then the pain is gone, all of it. I still know everything that happened, I’m just emotionless, I sit up feeling the soft silky sheets of the aliens bed. I almost pass out. I guess my body is exerted. 

“Here.” A strange voice says leaning me backwards against the headrest. “Drink.” The trainer, I’m assuming, orders me. He puts something to my lips and when I sip it, it burns like alcohol but tastes like herbal medicine. Cooling salve is put on my tear-swollen-shut eye and then my bandages are changed. I close my eye tighter, feeling the hands moving over my body. I usually like stuff like this but I don’t feel comfort or anything emotionally. 

“What did you do to me?” I ask, touching the collar to be clearer. 

The trainer hurumphs, “fearless, be aware that he won’t respond to your emotions, try not to get mad at him.” 

Then to me says, “We momentarily turned off your emotions, you’ve been through a lot and you need a break.” I hear the comforting tone but think, ‘You obviously don’t give a crap about me, I’m not falling for your act.’ 

“I’m not sure I want my emotions back.” I feel how dry my throat is and ask, “Can I have some water?” 

The trainer chuckles, “That’s up to your Master.” I make myself frown knowing that what he said would have displeased me. “But I can give you water.” A moment later he places a cup to my lips and I sip it before gulping eagerly, desperately thirsty. Before I’m ready I finish the whole thing. 

“More.” I gasp. 

“Try to eat something.” The trainer says shoving some food in my face. My stomach twists itself into a knot at the heavy scent of cooked meat. 

I turn my head away, “I can’t eat that.” 

“You haven’t eaten in days,” My Master snaps, “You must be starving!” 

“Days…” The trainer echoes, “he might just need something lighter.” I bring my knees up to my chest and lay my head on them. ‘What should I call the alien? I don’t think I should call him Master anymore…’ He touches me suddenly. I pull away just from the knowledge of what he did but stay put. He sits down touching my hair in soft, rhythmic strokes. I don’t know what to do, so I lift my head. I guess my face was pathetic because he makes a noise of sympathy. I choose not to speak and lower my head again. After the trainer makes some broth he returns to the room. 

I listen to him sit on the bed. 

“Feed him light foods like broth and work your way up to more solid foods.” The trainer says, placing something down on the bedside table, “He should have no reason to lie about anything without emotions so, just ask him how he feels physically. If he starts showing emotion again let me know but the collar should have enough for a month. Give him his shot today and medicine,” ‘I’m guessing that’s what he put down on the table,’ “Everyday until he gets better. If you have any questions let me know, you know where I am.” He rattles off in monotone, I’m not sure if I like him or not. But I hope I don’t see him again. 

“Open your mouth.” The alien orders. I obey, now that I can’t feel, I realize that I do want to live. Not being able to see, I feel the blanket staring ahead while I think, ‘I couldn’t handle the guilt and pain.’ I swallow in surprise, gasping as the broth is too hot. When he offers me another spoonful I turn away my face quickly. 

“Can’t you handle this, it’s just liquid.” The alien worries. 

“You have to blow on it,” I croak, “It’s too hot.” My voice sounds weird and has an ordering tone to it. 

The alien is quiet for a second, “you really are different.” I keep my face turned away, ‘Why hasn’t he responded to the fact that I’m hurt?’ 

I turn back to him, “I guess I’m not scared of you anymore.” I speak in a sigh because my lungs are weak and I don’t want to use up much air. He literally just blows on the broth and feeds it to me. ‘He ignored me.’ I think. I’m only able to swallow a few more bites before I feel sick. 

I choke on the last swallow, “I can’t...my stomach hurts.” I cough. 

The alien sighs, “Okay.” Wiping my mouth he puts down the bowl. I gasp as he curls around me, ‘He’s so much bigger he wraps around me completely.’ I close my good eye tighter, “What are you doing?” I demand. ‘I’m sure I’d respond upset to this, I hate him, remember.’ “Are you going to hurt me?” I ask mostly to test his reaction. 

The alien sighs, “Of course not, why do you assume I’m going to hurt you,” I open my mouth, “when you’ve done nothing wrong?” 

I grit my teeth, “You hurt Drac. ‘Funny how I couldn’t feel the anger but my body still remembers what to do when I’m mad. 

“He kissed you when you belonged to me.” The alien says curling tighter for emphasis. 

“You’re just making excuses,” I respond monotone, “You went insane with jealousy, I’d have forgiven you if you had slapped him or even if you had only beaten me, but you killed him.” I take a deep breath, “I didn’t even like him as much as you, I held myself back thinking of you the whole time, that’s why I stopped him from kissing me again.” He sits up. 

“What?” I ask. 

“Say that again,” he orders. 

“I stopped him from kissing me?” 

“Yes, why?” He presses. 

“Because I liked you more and it felt wrong after we had such an intimate moment on the couch.” He grabs my shoulders, “Tell me the truth, did you enjoy it when he touched you, when he kissed you.” 

“Yes.” I respond immediately, “But it made me think of us and it made me guilty.” 

He leans in, “Would you have mated with him?” 

“Ma...ted” I say slowly, “He was so sweet to me, I liked how attractive he was but on earth, where I lived you can only legally marry one person and I wanted you to be my mate.” 

The alien leans back I feel his heartbeat getting faster, “And if I told you, you could?” 

I look down feeling the sheets, “I don’t know, you get so jealous, but I might if it was actually okay with everyone.” I finish and it’s silent in the dark then I murmur, “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” 

“I’m going to give you your shot now,” The alien says after he had some time to think. I didn't respond just lying there as he jabbed me in the neck. 

“I hope it doesn’t hurt as much this time.” I whisper. 

“I’ll give you pain killer as well so it won’t” The alien says. 

I blink in surprise, “Thank you.” I say softly. I don’t see it but as the alien preps the painkiller he looks up in shock. He chuckles, “I thought you hated me?” 

“I do…” I mumble starting to doze off, “But it still hurts me when you’re sad or upset.” The alien swallows the emotion starting to make him weak. 

“Would you forgive me if I promised to control my jealousy?” He asks. I would neither remember what he said or respond because I’m unconscious.

The alien broods for a long time then leaves in a hurry. Just as he gets back does he hear the screaming. Hurrying inside he curses as the transformation process was accelerating too fast. 

I remember burning in my arms, neck, spine and legs which grew and grew until I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. My hair grows until it covers me entirely in an even layer. My jaw locks again and it feels like my teeth are falling out. Then suddenly my Master is in the room. I reach for his blurry shape letting out another wailing, howl of agony. He lunges forward, fumbling with something on the desk, then plunges another needle into me. My heart can’t handle it anymore and I’m pretty sure that if the painkiller didn’t immediately take effect then it would have given out. I slump exhausted on the bed. 

“Take it off.” I gasp tugging on the collar. “Take it off, I can’t breathe!” 

“But…” “I know!” I screech, “I don’t want the pain back either but,” I gasp and wheeze not knowing why it hurt so bad. “Master, please!” I curl up on myself, blood starts leaking out of my nose and then I cough up a mouthful of it. 

He lowers his voice concerned, “Will you promise to give me another chance?” 

I look him dead in the eyes, “I never stopped loving you.” My body shudders and then I’m on my hands and knees wracked in pain as I cough up another mouthful of blood. Finally I notice how much I’ve changed. Blood drips onto my fur covered fingers, adorned with claws. ‘You’re half-alien,’ The memory forces itself through the painful fog. “Master what’s happening?” I cry lifting my hand to my eye as it heals enough that I can see clearly again. “Why am I..?” I double over as finally I throw up the silver liquid. But the crack of my bones finalizes something, dread washes over me as my Master removes the collar. I pass out from the surge of emotions on top of everything else.

Master has his arm wrapped around me, forcing medicine into my mouth. I swallow coughing as it burns. “Master…” I croak, overwhelmed for a second. 

He buries his nose in my neck, “I’m sorry.” He holds me tighter, “I’m so sorry. Forgive me.” I lift my hand slowly, trembling at the sight of claws. I honestly don’t know what he’s apologizing for, there’s so much it could be. I’m surprised about how numb I feel, despite my swirling emotions. I have a feeling that I’m purposely pushing them down below the surface. It’s best not to dig them up and let them out I think to myself. I take a deep breath to steel myself, “Take… take me to the bathroom.” I whisper too weak for louder. I realize it’s an order but he doesn’t make a fuss. 

“Are you sure?’ He asks. 

“I have to see.” I reply firmly. He picks me up pressing his nose into my neck.

“I love you.” He says. I gasp emotions swirling and shove them back down. 

“N, not now Master please.” I beg, “The mirror first.” I clench my claws as he carries me to the bathroom. I close my eyes, both are healed. I realize doing so. 

“We’re here.” He says growly voice low and beautiful. I slowly, slowly open my eyes and once the blurry face in the mirror clarifies I gasp. I touch the red snout. Mouth open. Sharp canines flash in the mirror. Heartbeat picking up I lean forward slowly, ‘Is this really me?’ I think to myself. My eyes are almost the same, just bigger. 

“You came out so much better than I imagined.” Master says. 

“What?” I snap, ‘Looking at myself I realize I’m obviously a wolf-alien like Master.’ 

“I just mean,” he touches my furry ear gently. “You’re beautiful.” He nibbles my ear. “The best omega I could have ever wished for.” I flick my ear irritably trying to be more annoyed than happy. But it feels good. He kisses my face a few times and when I don’t protest turns me around sitting me on the sink. 

‘Wait, everything is happening so quickly, am I stuck like this?’ I think in a panic. He slides his snout along mine. 

“Earlier you told me you wanted me to be your mate.” I flush furiously. I know something has changed in my brain too. Every time I think about why this can’t happen the reason slides further from my grasp, but I need closure. 

“You’re truly sorry?” I whisper. 

He holds my face, “You’ll understand soon enough how hard it is to control our instincts, it was a fit of jealous rage...it won’t happen again.” He rubs his face against mine again, “I’ll let you have the largest harem, all of the omegas on this ship if that’s what you want.” He pulls away looking a little sheepish, “As long as you promise to love me the most.” I feel like telling him a harem isn’t what I want. But, my new instincts, and probably the medicine cause me to let it go with a sigh. I carefully lift my clawed hand to his face, eyes soft and sad. “What’s wrong?” He rumbles. 

“Am I stuck like this forever, or will I be able to change my face like you do?” 

He tilts his head, “You realize you’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen, all the other ones our species have created don’t even compare.” 

“Created?” I echo. “Created?! Y, you had something to do with this?” I’m hyperventilating, I grab my snout. 

“Didn’t you notice that the shots were transforming you?” He says softly. I bare my teeth as the memory of the white coyote flashes through my mind. 

“The white coyote with yellow eyes said it was only healing me. I had heard him use the word transform too,” I growl then exclaim, “but you never said anything about transforming me into one of you!” I grab my arms digging in my claws. “Why is everything changing so much?” I ask voice cracking. I wince when I prick myself with my claws, “Tell me I can go back! Please tell me I can go back and forth like you do!” 

“Only time will tell,” he growls finally, looking away. I start shivering and he grabs my snout forcing eye contact, “Listen, if I told you I could take away your human face and body that you hated so much, would you not have been ecstatic?” I think about it and whimpering nod, ‘It’s hard to think I would ever be bullied by humans again.’ 

Master continues, “I’ve made it so you can breathe our air and speak our language.” I start, ‘Wait so I’d be able to run around on their planet? Not to mention talk that growly language.’ I perk up a little bit. “You’re so much faster and stronger than you were before.” He says turning me around to look at myself in the mirror. I have a puzzled expression, ‘isn’t this what I always wanted?’ “You went from a human called ugly by its own kind to one of the most beautiful of our kind.”