Page 11 of Broken Alpha

Losing all sense, my hands moved toward his waist, a sound of frustration echoing in my throat as I struggled to free him from his jeans. He chuckled again at my impatience, reaching down to assist me with his belt, its metallic sound loud in the room. Pushing his pants down just far enough to pull his cock free, hard and thick in my hand as I stroked the soft, silky skin, dragging the foreskin over the head, its tip disappearing in my fist. He pulled his face away, eyes closed, and I had a full view of his pleasure, his upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his head tilted forward to rest on my shoulder, obscuring my view of his cock. He began to move with my strokes, my thumb finding the bead of pre-cum that coated his tip, smearing it down his length to guide his movements.

With my free hand, I removed my own cock from my pants, and his large hand instantly wrapped around my length, stroking me in rhythm with my own movements before he pulled my hand off him. Pinning it against the door, he pushed against me, our cocks sliding against each other, and I couldn’t help the groan that slipped from me, pleasure blossoming through my body, my knees buckling. His hand gripped us both, trapping us together in his fist as it created a channel for us to slide through easily. I began to match him, thrusting into his fist and against the heat of his cock, my smaller cock sliding against his larger one. It was an image that would be ingrained in my memory forever, entranced by the sight as I watched us race for release in his grasp.

I could feel slick begin to pool at my back entrance, and a whine escaped me, longing for him to fill the neediest part of my body. He released my hand and immediately covered my mouth as voices filtered through the corridor, my heart skipping a beat as I watched him through lust-filled eyes. I had neverbeen so turned on in my life, and my hips began to shudder as I approached my breaking point, feeling the knot at the base of his cock begin to swell. He adjusted his movements to cover the knot, squeezing it tightly against my shaft as I grabbed onto his biceps, hoping it would ground me. Our movements became frantic, moving myself closer and closer to the edge until I muffled out a cry into his hand, exploding in his grip, covering his cock in my release, and setting off his own. He groaned into my neck, his voice deep with pleasure, our combined seed spilling over his fist and down his swollen knot. I removed his hand from us, lifting it to my mouth, and watched those piercing blue eyes regard me as I licked his fingers, cleaning our essence from him before kneeling before him. I gently ran my tongue over the sensitive bulb, cleaning him as it began to deflate, swallowing down his softening cock.

I had never wanted to taste another partner like I wanted to taste him, rolling my tongue across the sensitive head of his cock. I moaned around him, enjoying the salty flavor of our mixed seed, my Omega preening happily at having pleasured our Alpha. His kisses tasted nothing like honey, but I would swear that his essence had an aftertaste of citrus and honey.

Doing the best we could with the tissue box from his office, we attempted to clean up the mess we had created before we sat on the floor in his office, my head on his shoulder, our hands entwined. I found that I couldn’t stop touching him. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine and breathe in his scent as our pheromones calmed down, returning to a baseline. He had opened the window in his office to clear out our scents and pulled on the leather jacket again. His body radiated enough heat that I couldn’t help but try to cuddle closer as a chill went down my spine, curling into him as he wrapped his arms around me in silence. We waited for the late afternoon classes to be fully underway before leaving his office, and when he felt satisfied, heescorted us through the side exit closest to the staff offices and walked me to his car. With the click of a button on his key fob, he opened the passenger-side door for me.

“Let me take you home,” he said softly, with a smile.

I didn’t know what to make of the situation. He hadn’t said anything as we recovered and waited, and insecurity had begun to set in. Maybe I had overstepped, forcing myself on him. Maybe I had put him in a position where he let instincts take over, and he regretted what just transpired. Maybe he would put in a requisition to have me removed from his class. Silent, I got into the passenger seat, watching him round the car and get in. The panic and insecurity in me quieted immediately when he took my hand, entwining our fingers together once more, using his opposite hand to push the start button on the dashboard of his vehicle. I still wondered if this weird tug-and-pull feeling between us was one-sided, and I struggled in silence as he headed toward my apartment.

I tilted my head against the window and closed my eyes, drowning in my own thoughts and questions that remained unanswered as he pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. Refusing to let things feel more awkward, I mumbled a thank you before stepping out of the car, forcing myself to pull away from him. I hated how clingy I was being, as if this meant more than just sex. It was clear this was a mistake, and I would deal with the consequences as they came.

“Aidyn.” His voice stopped me as he opened his car door and got out. My eyes watched him as he moved toward me to cup my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him.

“I want to be honest with you,” Luke hesitated, and I braced for the rejection that I knew was coming. Conversations of begging me not to report him, how he’ll do anything I ask except be in a relationship with me. That we both got carried away and this was nothing more than simple fun. “The cliché is always,this has never happened before, but it applies here. I don’t know what that was back there, and the rules of the university are very strict. As long as you are my student, I cannot see you romantically. I should tell you that this was a mistake, apologize for letting things get so far, and tell you that it cannot happen again. But I’ve never met an Omega who calls to me like you do. We’d have to hide our relationship from the university, from our friends.”

I stared at him with wide eyes. I called to him? Is that what this feeling was? My Omega never looked at the same Alpha twice, as if he had no interest in them. Yet, he wanted to be soft and affectionate with Mr. Ellis. Care for him, be by his side, and give in to the basics of being an Omega, something I never indulged in before. That’s why I was so unnerved. We had our first official encounter, and my Omega was ready to make a nest with him. I had never built a nest in my life, but my Omega was consumed by the desire to start now and build it with him. The fact that I was returning to my apartment alone and that the person living inside it with me wasn’t him made me upset. But this was too soon, too fast. Wasn’t it? I barely knew him, and I was diving in feet first. There was a war raging inside me, and I couldn’t think! I needed him, but I also suddenly needed to be away from him.

“I want to be with you, I want us to be together. Ineedus to be together, but I won’t force you to hide this. Think about it.” he said softly, shrugging off the jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. I realized why he had been wearing it. The scent was almost gone when I gave it to him, but now it clung strongly to the material once more. He leaned down to kiss me and moved away, letting me step back from the car. I dug through the zippered pocket of my backpack in a daze, fumbling out my keys, and glanced behind me one last time. I was surprised to see Mr. Ellis leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me to safely enter my apartment before he drove off. Noone ever waited for me. I closed the door and couldn’t help but peer through the peephole immediately. I watched his shoulders slump downward, a look of pain on his face as he got into his car. He waited momentarily, and I wondered if he was fighting the same war, too. With the roar of his engine, he drove off, and I instantly felt a wave of sadness, and what I could only describe as a dull ache settled in my bones. This was not good. This was not normal.Fuck me.

Luke

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCKITY. FUCK.

Aidyn

Omegaprincess: · 3 years ago ·34k views

Are fated mates real? I met an Alpha pack for the first time over the weekend, and I can’t get them out of my head. I do feel more comfortable with one more than the other two, so I was curious if he could be my fated mate.

Caffineaddictedalpha:· 3 years ago ·34k views

No. There is no evidence that supports the existence of fated mates. It’s just a story our parents told us when we were kids to make us feel better about being different and dealing with heartbreaks at a young age, and Hollywood decided to capitalize on it. Sorry to burst your bubble, princess.

Beta4luv:· 3 years ago ·34k views

Nah. While I do believe there is someone out there for everyone, even us Betas, I don’t believe fated mates are a real thing.

Cupcakesnacks:· 3 years ago ·34k views

YES! I believe my Alpha is my fated mate!

CheekyBeeky:· 2 years ago ·31k views

Why are you asking the internet?? If you believe they’re your fated mate, then they are. You won’t get a real answer from the internet.

Knottedluv:· 2 years ago ·31k views

I could be your fated mate if you want me toWinky face emojiEggplant emoji

LonePack:· 1 year ago ·30k views

No matter what little fairy tale your mommy told you, you're not special. Fucking Omegas, you show them a tiny bit of affection, and instantly they think you’re Romeo and Juliete.

“Asshole,” I mumbled, rolling over in bed and continuing to scroll through the message boards. I can’t remember when I first heard of the term ‘fated mates’. I think it was part of the cartoons geared toward children with fairy godmothers and happily ever afters. I never put much stock into fated mates, but it was the top explanation on Google for ‘why do I feel a strong pull toward an Alpha?’. Some comments stated that it was simply biology and Alphas and Omegas call out to each other for the survival of the species. Others proposed the theory of fated mates, depending on how strong the pull was. So naturally I fell down a rabbit hole. I nuzzled the jacket that was scrunched up in my arms, breathing in Mr. Ellis's scent. Cuddling leather wasn’t comfortable, if I was honest. The material was cold and stuck to me, and the zipper was hard and even colder against my skin, but it was all I had of him. If I had my choice, I probably would’ve stolen a flannel shirt or a sweater, but I was grateful for what I had, and I wasn’t going to seem ungrateful and ask for something I had little right to.

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