Elliot’s POV:

I’m not sure what’s happening. Everything in my brain is a little fuzzy. And even if he said what I think he said it wouldn’t make any sense. The Alpha would never want me for anything. Unless he plans on getting rid of me.

“What does he want, mom?” Lucas asks firmly, still holding my head.

Mom shoots a nervous glance at dad. “He needs all the omegas to come to the pack house at 3 to meet the next Alpha.”

“Why the hell would he want that.” Dad says angrily.

“The next Alpha believes his mate to be an omega.” Mom says, not looking anyone in the eye.

The room is silent. I’m so confused. I look up to Lucas and see his shocked face staring at mom.

“Fuck.” dad mutters looking at me in horror, “There is no fucking way this, omega is his mate.”

“You're still going to have to bring him to the pack house. Alpha is not going to be happy once he sees him.” Lucas says looking down at me.

“Fuck.” Dad mutters. “Okay. Everything's fine. I have a friend who's a doctor. He’ll fix him up with no questions.”

“It doesn’t matter if we go to a doctor. They’re still going to see the cuts, he’ll be all bruised and limping.” Lucas comments. “Unless he finds his mate those cuts are not going to heal.”

“Ah,” dad says dismissively, “We’ll dope him up on morphine.”

“Great idea, now he’ll look beat up and high.” Lucas snarks, rolling his eyes.

“Boy…” he hear dad's heavy footsteps, “I don’t know where you got these new found guts, but lose them. I am in charge here.” I feel his presence over me. “You do what I say, when I say. Now I’m saying put him in the damn car.” It takes me a movement to realize he’s talking about me.

“Yes sir…” Lucas mumbles. I feel myself being lifted off the ground and my head pounds. In the back of my head I know it's probably a bad idea to go to sleep, but I do It anyway.

When I wake again I’m in another medical room. I’m seeing a pattern.

“Yeah there is no fucking way this going to heal completely,” I hear a voice to my right, “You shouda gone easier on him.”

I feel something poke me and pain shoots up my side. I sit up quickly and wince at the pain in my body. “Ufg.”

“Oh! You haven’t killed him yet!” I look at the strange man beside me. He’s pale and has curly brown hair. He was probably beautiful at one point but now he just looks like an old pervert with yellow teeth and a crazy look in his eye.

“W-who are y-you?” I whimper quietly.

“Good morning sweet cheeks.” the man smiles grotesquely. “You’ve been sleeping all night.”

“W-why am I h-here?” I curse my stuttering.

“Well because of your insolence,” my father starts angrily, “We had to come here to heal you. But because you’re a pathetic omega your weak body won’t heal.” he spat.

“B-but you…” I trail off as his eyes darken at me.

He marches up to where I’m sitting on the medical bed. His hand closes around my throat as I try to scamper away. “What was that?”

“N-nothing, s-sir!” I gasp as his hand tightens more then slowly leaves my throat. I cough and rub the skin.

“Damn.” I hear a grunt at my side. I look over to see the doctor guy stroking his boner through his pants. He has a gross smile on his face. “That was hot.” I gape at him, my back pushed up against the wall. “You sure you don’t wanna let me have a go at him,” he stands up and stalks over to me slowly. I let out a broken whimper as he grabs my arm and scoots me over to him. I fist my hands into the medical beds’ sheet. “Come on boy, don’t you wanna taste this.” He rubs his hands over his dick. I shake my head quickly trying to pull away.

“Marvin, stop being a fag.” My dad grabs the doctor, Marvin’s, shoulder and pulls him away from me. I whimper and try to curl up. “Lets go omega.” father yanks my arm towards a door I hadn't noticed before. “We’re going to go home and you’re going to let your mother cover you with enough makeup to cover up all that.” He pulls my chin up and looks at my neck. “The bruise is already starting to form.” he mumbles. He lets go roughly and heads out the door. I scramble after him wincing as I walk. My whole body feels like shit.

“Come back soon.” A sing-song voice call after me as the door shuts behind me. I shudder.

“Elliot!” I turn my head as Lucas jogs over to me. “Hey you good?” He slaps my shoulder lightly and I flinch. “Shit, sorry bro.”

“It’s okay…” We fall silent making our way to the car where dad waits impatiently. “So what’s happening? I don’t remember much of last night. And what I do remember I don’t think I heard right.” I ask, looking at the ground.

“Oh well…” Lucas scratches his neck awkwardly. “The next Alpha thinks his mate is an omega so they’re calling all the omegas in the pack over to the pack house at 3 tomorrow.” I wince.

“I guess this isn’t good then.” I gesture to myself. “Wait, there are more omegas in the pack?” I look at Lucas shocked.

“What? Oh yeah. There’s another one, but she’s home schooled and doesn’t go out much.” Lucas shrugs.

“Oh.” I try to digest the information. I thought I was the only omega in our pack. I wonder why she doesn’t go out much? Does she get treated like me? I was excited at the prospect of making a friend. Honestly she probably wouldn’t want to be friends with me. Especially looking like this. It’s probably pointless to go to the pack house anyway. There’s no way I could be the Alpha's mate if there is a girl omega.

“Hey! Get your ass in the car!” I look up surprised to see the car right in front of me, dad's angry face glaring at me.

“Oh sorry!” I squeak, my face red. Dad grumbles as I get in the back seat.

Dad drives out of the parking spot quietly. “It’s 9 o’clock. When we get home you’re going to let your mom get you ready to meet the Alpha at 3. Lucas,” Dad addresses Lucas, “You are staying home.” Lucas opens his mouth to protest but dad continues. “I don’t know what kind of alliance you got going on,” he glares at me through the rear view mirror, “but I can’t trust you and Elliot around the Alpha together.”

“Okay…” I mumble quietly. Lucas whips his head over to me before rolling his eyes and nodding. Dad looks at us suspiciously, but nods and turns his eyes to the road.

We pull up to our house and dad gets out of the car slamming the door behind him. I turn to Lucas and see he’s already getting out. I frown and follow after them.

“Maureen!” Dad shouts.

“Yes!” Mom runs frantically into the room. When she sees me she flinches and looks at the ground. I feel shame rising in me and my face flushes.

“I need you to cover him in makeup and cover up all… that.” Dad demands, leaving no room for argument.

“I… uh… h-have to… touch h-hi-”

“Yes Maureen.” Dad interrupts angrily. I flinch at his harsh tone.

“Uh oh-okay…” Mom stutters scared. She looks at me then quickly looks away before walking up the stairs.

“What’re you doing omega? Follow her.” He slaps me on the back of my head and I stumble forward. As I’m about to walk up the stairs I turn to look at Lucas for some kind of reassurance. He stares at me and shrugs before turning away. I’m not sure what I expected, but that was not it. It fills me with a sense of hurt and I turn to walk the rest of the way up the stairs without crying.

I walk into mom's bathroom and see her pulling out a bunch of makeup supplies while looking stressed. Do I really scare her this much? I catch her eye in the mirror and she looks away quickly. I feel something rise up that surprises me.

Anger.

Why does she avoid me? Why is she scared? I’m a pathetic omega I can’t do shit to her. I don’t remember doing anything to make her avoid me.

“What is your problem.” I whisper angrily. “I haven’t done anything to you to make you angry. So why the hell do you not talk to me. Or touch me. Or even LOOK AT ME!” By the end I’m shouting and there are hot tears running down my face.

I immediately regret what I said when I look at my mom's face. She is finally looking at me.

Then she burst into tears.

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Payton’s POV:

I wake up with my legs entangled in navy blue sheets.

Noah’s room.

I look down to see Noah sleeping on the floor, a tiny red blanket trying to cover his large body. He only has a single bed and insisted I be the one to sleep in it. Once he becomes Alpha he’ll move into the Alphas room, which is far larger and will be able to fit his mate.

Which he’ll hopefully be able to find today.

I stifle a laugh at Noah's sleeping form and climb out of his bed quietly. I’m wearing one of Noah's band shirts and my boxers from yesterday.

I actually like wearing Noah's clothes. They’re so large and make me feel tiny and feminine. I just wish I were wearing a pair of panties under his shirt instead of boxers. Not that I would ever date Noah! He’s like my brother and my best friend. But I wish I had a boyfriend.

I step over Noah and make my way into the bathroom across the hall. I see the remnants of last night's dinner where we left it on the living room coffee table. The smell of Thai food overwhelming my nose.

Icky.

I step into the bathroom and look in the bathroom mirror. Nope. I have short masculine hair that I wish I could grow out, I have almost no curves, I’m pretty tall but most Alphas are taller than me, which is nice…

I step into the shower and turn the water to blazing. I bites my skin and makes me sigh in relief.

If you haven’t figured it out, I’m trans. A girl in a guy's body. I wish I had boobs and hips and a nice ass, but my genitals, cough, penis, cough, doesn’t really bother me. I hope one day I can get top surgery and go on hormones, but I’m not really interested in bottom surgery.

I hate the fact that people look at me and are 100% sure I’m a boy. I want people to look at me and go ‘dang that’s a hot girl’. I want girl clothes, panties, makeup. Every ‘he’ and ‘him’, every ‘sir’ and ‘boy’ feels like a knife to the chest. I hate it. Sometimes it feels like I rather die than live like this anymore. But I have a duty, a responsibility to be here for my pack. And one day I hope I can transition and find a mate who accepts me as me.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes and I try to blink them away. Oh god, I can’t start crying now, I gotta get my shit together. I turn off the water and step out. The cold air nips at my now warm skin. I wrap a towel around me and tuck it under my armpits. I realize I don’t have any clothes and panic slightly. I slip back into the clothes I was wearing and run across the hall to find a pair of pants. I slip on a pair of Noah's too big sweat pants and tighten the strings so they don’t fall off.

I smell Noah’s cooking before I see him. The smell of eggs wafts down the hall into the bedroom. I follow my nose into the kitchen where I find Noah cooking eggs and bacon in nothing but his boxers.

“Wow I didn’t realize you needed to be naked.” I deadpan sitting myself on one of the bar stools.

“Ha ha. I would have put on clothes but someone is wearing them.” he shoots me a playful glance over his shoulders before resuming his cooking.

I roll my eyes. “One, I’m only wearing one shirt and one pair of sweatpants, two I don’t have any clothes so I need to go to my room for some nice ones for the meet this afternoon.”

“Speaking of shopping-”

“No one said shopping.”

“I thought we could get you some clothes too while we’re out today.” Noah smiles, turning around and putting a plate of eggs in front of me and a plate of bacon for him in front of the seat next to me.

“That works.” I dig into my eggs.

“After breaky-

“Don’t call it that.”

“I’ll hope in the shower then we can head over?” he finishes.

“Okay. But you were in pain all night. I know that it was probably just your mate,” his face darkens, “But we need to be careful.”

“It’s fine Payton. It's not a big deal.”

“Really?” I raise and eyebrow, “Because you look like you want to murder.” He’s glaring at the piece of bacon smashed in his hand.

He looks at me to shut up. “Once I find them tonight, no one will ever touch them again. Except me,” he smirks, “and he’ll be begging for my touches.”

“Gross.” I grumble going back to my eggs.

He claps me on the back. “Just you wait. Okay. I’m going to take a shower now.”

“Have at it.” I roll my eyes.

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