Jaxon has never been a good communicator. As a child he was told he was too brash and inconsiderate of others feelings. His six foot four frame always made him seem intimidating and his cropped black hair made his look even more severe. As an alpha everyone expected him to excel at physical activities, academics, and anything else he tried. His mother worked for the city council and was responsible for running the town’s finances and budget. His father owned a real-estate company and spent a lot of time traveling to work on his income properties. Needless to say they had high expectations that Jaxon would follow in their footsteps and began grooming him at a young age. In addition to school, Jaxon was enrolled in private tutoring sessions for foreign language, etiquette, and foundational business. He was signed up for sports year-round including football and rugby. Jaxon didn’t personally like those sports because they were so aggressive, but his parents weren’t the kind to give options. After a particularly brutal game of rugby in which Jaxon broke his nose he asked his parents if he could stop playing. They had been eating dinner together in the formal dining room and when the request was made both of his parents set down their utensils and looked at him with dismay. “Son,” he father began, “getting injured is part of life. It builds character. Your mother and I work very hard to ensure you are properly taken care of and that includes sport. Don’t ask such a ridiculous question again.” The finality of his father’s tone left no room for debate. Jaxon hung his head and nodded and the three continued their meal. Jaxon had just turned ten. 

 Jaxon didn’t talk much so he never truly made friends outside of his nanny. The people he played sports with and the extracurriculars he joined were all dictated by his parents. At school, students would smile and wave, clapping him on the shoulders and saying congratulations for winning the game, but Jaxon wasn’t disillusioned. He knew his parents had a lot of sway in town and that most if not all of the people who interacted with him were instructed by their families to make a good impression. Whenever group projects were assigned, Jaxon would always be granted an exception to work alone and he never questioned it - grateful to his parents for at least one thing when it came to his social life. By the time Jaxon was sixteen, he was the star athlete on the rugby team and a strong linebacker in football. He still disliked the aggressive and physical aspects of the sports, but the routine of exercise and training was growing on him. If nothing else it kept his mind occupied, something only books had been able to do for the longest time. Jaxon knew he would be sent off to college, likely to study finance or real estate like his parents. He didn’t love the idea, but he knew that once he had a degree he could escape. He knew his parents loved him and wanted the best for him, but Jaxon was suffocating. He had been told what to do and who to be his entire life and in the process he had lost who he was. “Just a few more years,” he thought to himself. “Just a few more years and then I can be whomever I want.” That would end up being the case, but for very different reasons and under much more dire circumstances. 

Throughout highschool Jaxon had been popular, receiving a lot of confessions of love and requests to date. He denied them all, truly uninterested in investing his time into someone who knew wanted to use him. He always said no when asked and usually that worked and the individual would understand and not ask again. That wasn’t the case with Allison. Allison was a beautiful omega, with long brunette hair and tan skin. She was a cheerleader and ran the student council and was overall a good person. However, she was not good at hearing no, especially when it came from Jaxon. Over the years she had asked Jaxon out several times, each time getting her hopes up that he would finally say yes. After Jaxon’s seventeenth birthday she asked him yet again if he would go out with her and he again responded no. She was baffled. She knew she was beautiful and all kinds of guys had asked her out before, but she said no to all of them because her heart was set on Jaxon. She just knew that he was the one. “Maybe he just can’t see it,” she thought to herself after the most recent rejection. “Maybe I just need to show him,” with a scheme forming Allison left school that day intent on making Jaxon hers once and for all. 

Allison waited until dusk before heading over to Jaxon’s home. They both lived in a posh upper class neighborhood and she had been over several times to visit with her family. She knew Jaxon’s parents would be late back because there were always council meetings on Wednesdays. After knocking on the door for a minute with no response so turned the handle to find it unlocked. Entering the foyer, she began to look for Jaxon saying his name loudly as she worked her through the house. After checking the kitchen, living room, and dining room there was only one place left on the main floor. Her anger began to mount as she thought Jaxon was avoiding her. Each time she called his name it became louder and louder until she was shouting it across the home. She finally found him in the den with a book in his lap and old school headphones in, the cords assumedly connecting to his phone. She couldn’t tell what he was reading, but the pages were old and yellowed and he held it delicately. Without another thought Allison stormed over and ripped the cords out of Jaxon’s ears. Rather than flinch, he slowly looked up from his novel as he gently closed the covers. Jaxon looked at his headphones dangling in her hand then up to her face that was reddening with anger by the second. “How dare you! How dare you reject me! How dare you make a fool out of me! We are perfect together and YOU WILL BE MINE”. Suddenly she lunged at him, trying to kiss him - desperately hoping he would see how perfect she is if only he would kiss her and give her the chance. Her lips met his as she desperately began to claw at his shoulders, practically ripping the fabric with her nails. Jaxon was too shocked to react, but when she tried to force his mouth open he regained himself. He grabbed her arms and pushed her to the side, his eyes as wide as saucers. Allison crumpled to the floor and she began to wail. Her dream of finally being with Jaxon shattered as she continued to wail and rock herself on the floor. Still shocked, Jaxon stood up to leave the room but suddenly Allison screamed. Unsure what to do, Jaxon turned around but having never comforted someone in his life he kept his distance. Allison screamed again and before long the front door was slammed open and the neighbors came rushing in. Seeing Allison crying on the floor with Jaxon towering over her, they assumed the worst. 

The wife ran to her side to comfort her, while her husband grabbed Jaxon by the collar and began to drag him out. “What do you have to say for yourself boy?!” Jaxon stared forward saying nothing, knowing anything he did say would fall on deft ears. “What did you do to her?!” Still he remained silent even as the man began shaking his collar violently. “The law will deal with you, boy”. With that, the man called the chief sheriff and told him what he saw - a crying omega on the floor and an angry looking alpha over top of her. Things moved quickly after that. Jaxon was accused of attempted rape and Allison more than readily corroborated that story. When asked for his defense Jaxon in his customary taciturn manner said nothing leading the town to assume his guilt. Despite his parent’s adamant statement that he was innocent, Jaxon’s lack of close friends and his often brisque language led everyone to determine his guilt. Rather than jail time, his punishment was exile - he was stripped of his community, his home, his family and he was never to return on penalty of incarceration. He was expected to leave that night. The trial had not even taken a day. Jaxon packed a sparse bag before hugging his parents and telling them goodbye. As he walked away from the town that had been his home all his life he smiled with genuine happiness for the first time. “I’m finally free,” he thought to himself.