Milo

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

The longer the winged douchebag went on about winning back his Omega, the higher Milo's eyebrows rose toward his hairline.

What the actual fuck was going on? 

How did this Alpha go from hunting them down like animals to begging for his help? While the Alpha prattled on about his guilt and his tragic backstory blah blah blah, Milo awkwardly glanced around the shady clearing around them. 

The slight orange tint in the falling leaves signaled the approaching fall. Milo couldn’t help but wonder if he would spend the autumn with Jasper, or if he would have to find somewhere else to go. Would Wes stay with Jasper? Something queasy and wrong stirred in Milo's gut at the thought.

“Are you paying attention, Omega?”

The winged Alpha snapped his fingers inches from his nose. 

“Okay, first off, the name’s Milo, not ‘Omega’. And you shouldn't call Wes that either.” 

Milo planted one hand on his hip and smacked the Alpha’s snapping fingers with the other. 

“Second, do you know how annoying it is to be snapped at like a dog?”

The Alpha’s handsome face scrunched up in anger for a second before smoothing out with a deep breath. The winged man looked down at his slightly red hand in confusion. 

“And finally, don’t think I don’t remember our fight. I had some nasty bruises because of you.” 

“But you nearly ripped out my wings!” The Alpha twisted his head to the side like a spoiled pup. This was ridiculous. They were getting nowhere this way. One of them needed to be the bigger man. 

“Well then, I guess we’re even in sufficiently kicking each other's asses. So, truce?” 

The Alpha looked Milo over carefully before letting out an aggravated sigh. “Fine, truce.”

A sudden surge of wind shook the trees harshly and made Milo rub his chilled bare arms. It would be night soon if the stars poking through the reddening sky were any sign. He should probably head home before it got too dark. That is, if he still has a home to go to. Maybe Wes and Jasper would prefer he spent the night somewhere else. Milo, embarrassingly felt his eyes begin to burn.

Something warm suddenly settled over his shoulders, making Milo take several startled steps backward.

“Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death before you helped me.” The Alpha’s face was closed off, but his ears were flushed slightly red.

“No, it’s cool. Thanks um-?”

“Oliver.” 

“Thank you, Oliver.”

Milo hesitantly ran a hand down the soft jacket Oliver had draped over him. It was lined with scratchy sheep's wool, the same as the frilly Omegan-styled sweaters his mother would stuff him into. Unlike the sweater monstrosities, though, Oliver's jacket was more functional than dressy. It was, dare he say, rather cozy and smelled like-.

“So what do you think, Milo? How do I get Wes back?”

Was I about to sniff from the winged-douch- no - Oliver’s jacket?

Scolding his inner Omega, Milo gave the Alpha a stern look.

“Well, to be blunt, it sounds like you really screwed up here. You don’t just mate someone against their will.” The Alpha gave him a desolate look, like a kicked pup.

“Not to mention, Wes and I aren’t the best of friends now.” Milo scuffed the dry dirt with his worn shoe, sending dust floating up. 

“What happened between you and Wes?” The Alpha had a protective edge to his voice that had Milo rolling his eyes.

“Oh nothing much, he just confessed his love for my Alpha.”

Oliver stared hollowly at Milo.

“What did you say?”

“I think you heard me, Oliver,” Milo said slowly.

The Alpha stood stock still, mind obviously somewhere else. Milo awkwardly looked around. As the minutes ticked on, he tried to find shapes within the wispy clouds, waiting for the Alpha to snap out of his shocked trance.

“Oh, shit.” The Alpha eventually said. It was odd how the once terrifying man suddenly sounded so small and defeated.

He knew what that felt like.

“Yep,” Milo said, popping the P.

“And you're sure Wes is in love with this guy?”

Milo laughed with no humor. “Either he’s in love, or he was just jealous of my Alpha and me.” 

Oliver suddenly straightened, eyes brighter than they had been all night.

“Jealousy... Milo, I think I have an idea to solve both of our problems.”

What the hell had he gotten himself into?