Page 12 of Broken Alpha

Mr. Ellis had dropped me off at my apartment roughly three hours ago, and I still had about an hour left before Erik got home from classes, and while he couldn’t sense pheromones, I still showered as a precaution. My body felt hot and tight, and my Omega was upset. He didn’t care that it was only logical that Mr. Ellis would give me space to figure this out. All hecared about was that our Alpha left us, and we felt abandoned. I knew he hadn’t; I knew that, but god, I was on edge. I could still feel his lips on mine, his tongue staking its claim as he pressed his body against me. Images of his cock flashed through my memories, and I groaned as my body rose to attention, my leaking cock straining against the pajama pants I put on after my shower. I reached down and gave it a firm squeeze, my hips thrusting forward, hoping to release some of the tension. My head dropped forward in pleasure as Mr. Ellis’ scent engulfed my senses, my face buried itself in cool leather, inhaling his scent.

Clothing suddenly became too tight and restrictive, and I frantically kicked off my pajamas, freeing my cock to thump against my stomach, smearing pre-cum across my belly and the bedspread as I rolled onto my front. My Omega senses kicked into overdrive. Reaching for the toy that I usually kept stashed under my bed, I could feel my entrance dampen with need. Replaying the moment in Luke’s office, I positioned the toy at my entrance, slowly pushing the smooth tip inside. Gasping at the unique pressure as the toy invaded the inner parts of my body, I couldn’t help spreading my legs a little wider to reach even deeper. The toy slipped in with little effort, and I began to slowly move the toy in and out of my body before pushing backward into my palm each time the toy pushed into me.

But it wasn’t enough. I knew the sound of Mr. Ellis’ voice as pleasure took over his body, how much sharper his scent became the more aroused he was, and how hot his breath was against my skin. The sounds he made as he climaxed, his head resting on my shoulder as he struggled to slow his breathing and rein in his pheromones. The feeling of his knot against me. It felt huge, larger than any toy I had taken before. My body longed for him to be here with me at this moment, taking his pleasure from my body, using me as he filled me over and over until Ibegged for him to empty inside me. The orgasm I spilled across my bedsheets was one of frustration, knowing that masturbation wouldn’t be enough now. I felt empty, frustrated, and a little angry, and I knew he was to blame. I didn’t have a choice. I had to see where this went because being alone wasn’t enough anymore.

Dr. Easton had a last-minute cancellation at the Omega Clinic Wednesday afternoon, so I texted Erik, saying I would be skipping the English lecture for the doctor and would probably head home after. When my name was called, I followed the nurse into the exam room, where she took my vitals, blood pressure, and weight. Over the past six months, the physical exam and lab work process had become second nature during these visits, and I just moved through the steps robotically. Dr. Easton entered the room shortly after the nurse had left, instantly reviewing my chart with a smile as he glanced over the latest paperwork.

“If it isn’t the Omega who challenges my degree. Before we get into it, why don’t you tell me the reason you’re here less than a month after your last visit?”

I smirked at Dr. Easton as he took his place on the rolling chair next to the computer and laid my file down on the table, frowning at something on the chart before turning to the screen and prattling away at the keyboard. This was one of the reasons I honestly liked Dr. Easton. He preferred to listen to the patient’s own words before creating a plan of action instead of basing itoff of words on a sheet of paper. After countless doctors who refused to listen to me, it was refreshing to have one invested in my case as much as I was, even if it was out of medical curiosity. It helped create an understanding and a calm environment where I didn’t feel like I was going crazy from the lack of answers.

“Apparently, switching to the shot suppressant didn’t work, and I ended up in a week-long heat. Emergency suppressants didn’t help either. This heat happened while I was at school. That cannot happen again.”

“Mr. Keller, were you exposed to an Alpha during that time?”

That’s a weird question. “I mean, I’m always exposed to them. They’re everywhere, and I have classes with many of them.”

“Let me rephrase. Were you intimate with an Alpha at all during that time?”

“Only yesterday,” I blushed, “but the fever started before I got to class. I thought it was just a symptom of the suppressant. Sometimes I feel like I can’t cool down my body temperature when I’m adjusting to new medications.”

“So you weren’t intimate with them before your heat?”

“No, sir. However, I was around them when I went into heat, and my roommate was able to get an article of their clothing halfway through the week.”

Was I talking too much? Rambling about unnecessary details? It didn’t seem to matter to Dr. Easton, who noted everything I said in my file on the computer.

“Did your heat last longer than normal or shorten after the clothing item?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. The last heat I had was about eight days long. This one was about six days, and I don’t know when I got the clothing item. I don’t remember much. I remember not being in so much pain after a while, and then I came out of my heat.”

“And during intimacy yesterday, was penetration involved?”

“No. Does that matter?” I could feel my Omega bristle at the question, as logic failed me again. I knew he was asking for a medical reason and not because he was a pervert or wanted the gory details about what transpired between me and Luke, but my Omega wanted to keep those details to himself. No one should know what happened between me and my Alpha.

“Per your last visit, you want to remain on suppressants until you finish college, and your Alpha knows this, correct?”

“He’s not mine, and he doesn’t get to dictate what goes into my body.” I narrowed my eyes at Dr. Easton. Again, I knew he didn’t mean to be rude, but it certainly came off as dismissive. He only smiled as he finished something on the screen.

“We need to discuss a few things, Mr. Keller, and it’s up to you if you want to relay them to this Alpha. An experimental suppressant is available on the market right now, but very few Omegas have tried it. I didn’t want to suggest it at your last visit because it’ll take some work on your part, and it’s still in the trial phase.”

“What would I have to do?”

“Stop all suppressants. We use an IV drip to flush out their remnants in your system, like we had discussed before. Once the suppressants have left your system, you will go into heat; that’s unavoidable. Once you’ve had your cycle, we can start you on the new suppressants, but they’ll take time to adjust to your body. The side effects aren’t really different from any others you’ve had in the past, but I’m hoping with you being a dominant, this will help you. But your Alpha will also need to help you through your heat. Even if you don’t have penetrative sex, having an Alpha being intimate with you will help the worst of the symptoms. I think you went into heat while on the current suppressant because it wasn’t strong enough to combat whatever Alpha you encountered. The spike in your pheromones leads me to believethat they were a very strong Alpha, and your Omega responded positively to that. Almost as if they, too, were dominant.

“I believe the perfect time to do this would be when you’re not in school. If you want it done sooner, I suggest we shoot for your winter break, and then you return in the spring on new suppressants. You would stop the suppressants on the last day of your classes the week before winter break, come in the first day of your break, and we’ll hook you up to the IV. You’ll probably go into heat that night, if not the next day; after your heat is over, you’ll take the first dose of the new suppressant instead of putting you on one you’ve already tried. But you’re hyper-fertile during your heats being a dominant Omega, so even if this Alpha has the implant, it’s best if they use condoms to be extra safe.”

It was a big ask. I’d be putting a lot of trust in Mr. Ellis if I asked this of him. Did I have the right to do so? Technically, I could ask Erik to help me out. I could use the jacket Mr. Ellis gave me and the knot sheath we still had from the last time Erik helped me, but the idea made my skin crawl. My brain decided to zero in on a bit of information that Dr. Easton had dropped ever so casually.

“Another dominant?”

“It’s rather rare to see two dominants in the same state, let alone in the same orbit of each other. I have a best friend that's dominant as well. The likelihood that three are in the same area is rather unusual. Like, I should go buy a lottery ticket at lunch, rare.”

“I’ll talk with the Alpha, but either way, I’ll go through with this, with or without his help,” I said, smiling at the doctor.

“Without will be painful and very difficult. Are you prepared for that?” Dr. Easton asked, eyeing me firmly.

“Yes.”

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