I had a lot of expectations when my mother told me she knew of a great person for me to share my dorm with. She had told me that an old friend of hers had a son that was also going to start school at the college I had chosen.

She convinced me that I would love her son and told me of what a nice guy he was. I trusted my mother’s high praise and accepted her offer when she said she could call up her friend and see if her son would share a dorm room with me. 

When she had described the son to me, I had pictured a beta or maybe even another omega.

I thought that he would be some skinny nerd with glasses that would be able to help me with my school work. Maybe he’d even spend his spare time playing video games or reading books. I believed that he’d be an awkward guy who usually struggled to talk to people because he didn’t want to offend anyone.

I even considered this person a possible candidate to be a friend in which I would be able to talk about omega struggles. But this is not what I got.

When I opened the door to my dorm for the first time, what I saw was a massive alpha unpacking his bags. At first, I thought that I had opened the wrong door, but my key had fit in the door.

Then, I thought that there was some kind of mix up and my roommate was placed in the wrong room. There was no way that my mother would ever suggest that I share my room with an alpha. What if I forgot to take my suppressant!? There would be nothing stopping this alpha from taking advantage of me and claiming me.

Like a scared puppy, I stood in the doorway, staring at the alpha that was in my room. Maybe he was my roommate’s brother, and he was helping with the heavy lifting. But that couldn’t be the answer because if he was there for the heavy lifting, he wouldn’t be unpacking.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt intimidated by this stranger in my room. Was I supposed to say hey to him? Did he hear me open the door? Do I just walk in and place my bag on the open bed? Nervously, I stepped into the room and cautiously placed my first bag on the bed.  I could feel my heart banging against my chest. There was nothing good that could come from an alpha sharing a room with an omega. There was too much risk!

As I placed my second bag on the bed the alpha turned to face me and asked, “Do you need any help bringing your belongings up?”

I jumped as his deep voice filled the silent room. I unconsoulsy tucked my tail between my legs and laid my ears down as I looked towards him. To him, I was definitely a scared puppy.

I stumbled on my words as I answered him, “n.n.no. I.I c.can handle it.”

“How much do you have left to bring up?” He questioned as if ignoring my response.

I looked away from him and walked out of the room to retrieve the rest of my belongings. I had a good bit left to bring up and all the trollies were full, so I’d have to bring it all up myself. It would be nice to have help, but I didn’t know how to handle this alpha.

I had spent my whole life avoiding alphas as if they were some kind of sickness. All I ever wanted to do was stay as far away as possible. Alphas could not be trusted, so the further I could stay away from them, the safer I would be.

“Where are you parked?”

The deep voice caused me to startle again. He had followed me out of the room, completely disregarding my previous statement.

Was this typical alpha behaviour? Was he just trying to be nice to me or was he doing this because I am an omega and he is an alpha? I ignored his question again and continued to walk with my tail between my legs. Was he not able to see he was making me uncomfortable?

He followed me all the way to my car that was parked in a nearby parking lot. To onlookers, the two of us walking together probably looked suspicious. He was a giant alpha following an obviously intimidated omega around. This would usually suggest some sort of abuse or harassment. In a way, this could be labeled as harassment since I told him I didn’t need help and he followed me anyway.

When I got to my car, I was unsure if I wanted to unlock it. What was I supposed to do with the alpha behind me? I didn’t really want him touching my things, but I didn’t know how to tell him that. I felt that it would be rude since he wanted to help me.

I hesitantly unlocked my car and opened the back door. I reached into my car and pulled a couple bags out and quickly shut my door and locked it. I had hoped this would be enough to show that I didn’t want his help. I only had a few bags left, so it would only take me one more trip.

However, this didn’t work. The alpha simply picked up the two bags that I had set on the ground. Without a word to me, he walked away with my bags.

This made me panic, “hey! I didn’t say you could touch those!”

He turned back around and took a few steps towards me, “Yeah and so?”

He was tall and towered over me as he spoke. I felt so small and helpless next to him. He was scary, and I didn’t know how to handle this situation. I could feel the hot tears seep from my eyes as I cowered under his gaze. I was nothing but a chicken.

“Hey, that alpha is messing with that omega!” a stranger in the parking lot shouted.

“You can’t go around making omegas cry, you monster!” another stranger shouted.

The two of us were quickly surrounded by a mob of strangers shouting obscenities at the alpha. The alpha wasn’t bothered by the crowd. He set the bags down and got even closer to me. He then took my keys out of my shaking hands and unlocked my car. I was pathetic and completely useless in this situation.

He opened my car door as another alpha rushed from the crowd and threw a punch at my roommate. The crowd cheered on the attacking alpha as my roommate ignored him and grabbed my remaining bags from the back seat.

Unphased by the one alpha, another joined the attack, but even this didn’t seem to bother my roommate. However, he was visibly grinding his teeth together and fighting the urge to push back. He locked my car and slid my keys in his pocket.

Then while still under attack, he bent down to start picking up my bags. One of the alphas landed a hit on my roommate’s face, causing blood to flow from his nose. At this, he did shove one of the alphas off of him.

I just stood there, shaking and watching. I didn’t like the two alphas attacking him, but I was too scared to talk or even move. I was incapable of doing anything as my roommate attempted to pick up my things again. On his second attempt to grab my things, the alpha that had not been shoved away hit my roommate with a low blow to the crotch.

My roommate fell to the ground and immediately started releasing a pheromone that was intended to intimidate anyone within a certain vicinity.

All of the omegas in the crowd quickly made a get away followed by a handful of betas. Despite my desire to make a run for it, I was still frozen with fear. The two alphas that had attacked my roommate approached me as my roommate whimpered on the ground.

One of the alphas put a hand on my shoulder and asked, “are you okay?”

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted at the stranger.

I was under too much stress. I wanted all of these alphas to leave me and ignore me as if I don’t exist. As the alpha took his hand off my shoulder, my roommate unsteadily stood back up. He was still emitting the intimidating pheromones and began picking up my bags. He put all the bags on one arm and easily carried them as if they were nothing. He then scooped me up in his free arm as if I was a featherweight.

“What do you think you are doing?” One of the attacking alphas asked as he began to emit his own intimidating pheromones.

My roommate turned to look at him, “I’m taking him back to our room. Now, butt out of this.”

The other alpha growled at him and approached with a balled first. My roommate growled back, “Are you really going to hit me when I have him in my arms? I could drop him!”

The alpha backed off and rejoined the crowd. Without any other protesters, my roommate walked away from my car and towards the dorm building. Once out of the range of the crowd, he stopped emitting his pheromones but continued to carry me. Even though his pheromones were no longer filling the air, I was still frozen in fear.

There was absolutely nothing I could do to this alpha. I was powerless, and he knew it. After a few awkward exchanges at the doors of the dorm, we made it to our room. He gently set me down so that he could dig out the door key and open the door. With the door open, he entered and placed my bags on my bed.

I stayed frozen outside of the door as he found some tissue to shove into his bleeding nose. He turned to face me and spoke to me for the first time since the parking lot. “I’m sorry. I had no intentions of intimidating you. I just wanted to be helpful and friendly. One of which I’m not really good at.

When my mom told me that she found me the perfect roommate, I was not expecting an omega. I was honestly hoping for a beta. I don’t get along well with other alphas, and omegas don’t like me. Anyway, I’ll repack my belongings and talk to room services. I’m sure they can move me somewhere else.”

He sounded defeated as he began to put items back into his bags. He had already unpacked a lot, and I felt guilty as I watched him. “D don’t  I’m n not unp packed. I c can le leave.”

He stopped putting things into a bag and turned to face me again. “Let’s talk to room services first. See who would be easier to move. I met the R.A. already, so I’ll ask him where we can find room services.”

He started walking towards me, and I winced as he got closer to me. He closed the door and locked the door before walking away from me and the door. I was scared, nervous, and unsure. I wanted to follow him, but at the same time I wanted to get away from him. Hesitantly, I began walking after him, leaving a large gap between the two of us.