Page 2 of Broken Alpha

“Yes. And my meals threaten to come back up in the evenings,” I reiterated.

“My concern is that you might have too many suppressants in your system, and they’re causing a reaction. Since you started seeing me six months ago, you’ve been on five suppressants. One made you borderline narcoleptic, and another raised your blood pressure and made you erratic. I honestly don’t really want to put you on another set without flushing the previous ones out of your system first. We could try taking you off them temporarily with a medical note and let them work their way out of your system naturally.”

“No!” I almost shouted before blushing at being so loud. “I have two semesters left before my degree, and the university has a strict suppressant policy. Even with a medical note, I could not attend classes; not all of them are available online. I can’t skip this semester.”

Doctor Easton sighed but nodded, squinting at the computer screen before him. He silently tapped away at the keyboard while I glanced around the small office. Everything about the Omega clinic was sterile, with its white tile flooring and white walls with random paintings hung up to make the rooms look less depressing. It didn’t help.

Diagrams of Omega anatomy hung on the office door. Pamphlets on suppressants, finding a pack, and how to defend yourself against an unwanted Alpha sat on the counter by the door. In a world where most gave in to their basic animalistic urges, defending oneself from a rutting Alpha was paramount. While Betas and Alphas participated in normal physical education activities in school, such as basketball and soccer, Omegas were taught proactive self-defense. We were also taught situational self-defense, such as escaping from a trapped and enclosed room, being cornered in a dark alley, and fleeing from a kidnapper. It had been drilled into our brains to look around ourselves to find the nearest exit in case we needed to escape and locate at least five things we could use as a weapon inself defence. Even at five-foot-seven and one hundred and thirty pounds, I could easily toss someone over my shoulder that was twice my size and build. I knew how to get out of handcuffs made of metal, rope, zip ties, and cable. I could even squeeze myself through the smallest gaps and outrun most Alphas like a cat.

I hated that I had to live my life like this. I hated that despite my forced training, I still let my guard down in high school, during my senior year at a graduation party. I hadn’t wanted to go, but the friends I hung out with at the time forced me to attend. If I hadn’t gone, however, I never would’ve met my best friend, Erik. I hadn’t known it at the time, but the people I had called friends had set me up as bait for the head of the football team, a large Alpha twice my size, filling his head with lies that I had a crush on him, calling him my mate. The jock had zero interest in me, only seeing me as an easy target, that I would give in to whatever he wanted on account of my “crush.” He hadn’t anticipated me kneeing him in the balls as he cornered me leaving the bathroom, trying to drown me in his pheromones that smelled like someone had set a skunk on fire, before I ran into the living room, looking for the front door, knocking the drink out of Eric’s hand. One look at my face told him all he needed to know, putting himself between me and the jock without a second thought as the Alpha came barreling into the living room, anger evident on his face. Erik later explained that he did kickboxing as a hobby and that was the only reason he had been able to knock the Alpha out so quickly, breaking his nose. After that, I didn’t attend any more parties, and Erik continued to hang around me until I got used to him being there. I lived vicariously through him as he regaled me with his wild nights and crazy antics at the parties he continued to attend.

“I’m honestly at a loss here,” Doctor Easton said, pulling me from my thoughts. “The best solution I can think of is we flush the current suppressants out of your system with a saline flush,and it’s like starting from scratch. Suppressants are normally in your system for about thirty to sixty days, so you have too many that are counteracting against each other, and that could be why you fainted. If I give you something now, it’s like slapping a Band-Aid over it without treating the cause. But we don’t know what the cause is. It could be the current suppressant or the cocktail that’s running through you.

“However, doing the flush would put you into a heat; the best time for that would be over a school holiday. If that is the route you want to go, we certainly can revisit that before your winter break. In the meantime, let’s switch you to the injection form of your current suppressant. Hopefully injecting it directly into your system will help. I can try to give you something for the nausea. However, it hasn’t worked in the past, but it might at least help you keep your meals down.”

I nodded, instructing him to put in the order for the suppressant injections and hopped off the table before checking my watch. SHIT! If I didn't leave now, I would be late for the first class of the semester. As things stood now, I would still have to run. A sense of urgency consumed me as I relayed the pharmacy information to the staff for the prescription. I practically bolted out the door, tossing my backpack over my left shoulder. Luckily, the Omega Clinic was only about three blocks from the university, but I would still have to run if I wanted to make it on time. Dashing across the road to the quad, I narrowly avoided one vehicle whose driver was more focused on arguing with their passenger than the scrawny guy who dashed out in front of them. Finally reaching the classroom door, I threw it open with more force than intended and entered the room.

Instantly, hundreds of eyes were on me as I caught my breath, slipping my backpack off my shoulder. Unsure of how it came partially unzipped, I hugged it tightly to my chest and made my way to an open seat in the back, mumbling an apology to theteacher as I walked by. Taking my seat, I could still feel the eyes of my fellow students upon me. Technically, I was on time with a minute to spare, but the teacher had apparently chosen to start a little early, something I made a mental note of for the future.

Once seated, I could get a good look at the teacher, who stood at the front of the classroom behind a wooden podium. He stood at a height of above six feet, with broad shoulders and a wide, firm chest that filled out his business shirt rather well. His dark brown hair was combed back, but it looked like it was done with his fingers and not a comb. A close, tight beard decorated his lower face. He had piercing blue eyes that followed me to my seat, lingering on me before turning to the rest of the classroom, but a strange expression remained transfixed on his face, brows furrowing. With his gaze no longer on me, I lifted my head to watch him, my Omega uncharacteristically taking notice. It didn’t matter that the Alpha before me was my teacher, my Omega clearly liked what he saw. I shook my head, forcing myself to pull out my notebook and pen to distract myself.

Trying not to focus on our teacher, I glanced around at the other students, finding Erik staring at me, waving at me before flipping me off because it took me so long to notice him. I chuckled and waved back, noticing that the teacher watched the motion and flicked his gaze toward Erik, his frown deepening.

“Alright, I think that concludes our first class,” the teacher said, not stepping away from the podium. “If you haven’t signed the roster sheet, please ensure you do so, and I’ll see you all on Tuesday. Don’t party too hard; it’s just the first week!”

A small chuckle broke out among the other students while the shuffling of chairs and backpacks became deafening. I watched as the teacher glanced at me again before disappearing out the classroom door. Worried that I made a horrible first impression on the teacher, I didn’t notice Erik come up behind me before he clapped me hard on the back, making me jump.

“Almost didn’t make it, huh?” he chuckled, his gray eyes focused on me.

“The damn doctor's visit ran longer than it should’ve,” I replied, ensuring my notebook was zipped up in my backpack this time. Thank God my laptop hadn’t fallen out while I ran here.

“What did they say?” Erik's tone shifted from joking to concern, his voice lowering to not include those around us in our conversation. Erik was up to date on my medical mishaps and happened to be at the apartment we shared when I passed out.

“Unless I want to take time off school, they are switching my suppressant to one I inject directly into my side.”

“I can help with that!”

“Yeah, no,” I said with a smile on my lips. Erik has had a crush on me since shortly after we met, yet he knew I wasn’t interested. Part of it was because he was a Beta, but notbecausehe was a Beta. My body craved an Alpha, just the nature of being an Omega, and to date him would be setting him up for pain. Long-term suppressant use could result in an Omega getting very sick, infertility, immunity, and sometimes death. I had been on the mixture of suppressants for a year, and in another year, I will need to go off them for two heat cycles in order to avoid the prolonged effects.

A year ago, I had gone into heat, and Erik had to help me. It wasn’t fun for either of us, as he had to use a knotted cock sheath to give me any relief, and even then, it wasn’t enough. I don’t know how much pleasure he got from the experience, but it was miserable for my Omega. It knew it was a falsehood and wanted none of it. I had come out of my heat to find Erik covered in scratches, bites, and bruises and looking exhausted. I could never put him in that position again, which would mean that I couldn’t be faithful to him in our relationship, needing an Alpha to get through my cycles. I promised I would never use him likethat again, despite the feeling I got that Erik would be over the moon if I needed him again.

The second reason is I just wasn’t interested in him romantically.

“You’ll try to inject me with something else, and I’m simply not interested.”

“Yea, yea,” Erik grumbled. “You know, I hope you never meet your Alpha; then you’ll have no choice but to accept me.”

“Uh-huh,” I responded, rolling my eyes. “Whatever you say. So, what is your impression of the teacher? Does he seem like he’s going to be a hardass or..?”

“He’s liked around campus. His grading seems pretty straightforward, nothing too crazy or hard. I’ll give you my notes so that you have them later. Should be a decent class, nothing too complicated.”

I could only grunt in acknowledgment as we headed to the cafeteria for lunch. I couldn’t get the way the teacher looked at me out of my head. The way his blue eyes stared at me. I thought I could detect the slight scent of honey and citrus coming from him, but with the suppressants, I couldn’t tell if that was his pheromones or a cologne he wore. It wasn’t uncommon for Alphas to wear cologne in a professional environment; something about masking their original scent despite the fact that every class was equipped with de-scenters.

It confused my Omega, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to find its source and roll around in the scent, marking my body with it. I suppressed a whimper by shaking my head and picking up a tray from the stack at the buffet. I’ve been around Alphas my whole life, and not once had my Omega responded the way it did for Mr. Ellis. That needed to be checked and corrected immediately. Packed up, stuffed into a box, locked, and shoved under the bed until graduation. No distractions, no relationships, and definitely not with a hot, attractive teacher.

Luke

Iglared at my erection as I sat in my office. It was quite the feat to get to my office before anyone saw the tent in my jeans, and I will admit that I ignored the call of my name at least twice on my dash for cover. Butpleaseexplain to me why I still had a hard-on that refused to go away!?! I didn’t want to take care of it manually at work, that’s just not appropriate and vastly unprofessional. I tried everything I could think of to get it down, from drinking cold water to walking around, jogging in place, and thinking of my 7th-grade science teacher — that woman was horrifying, by the way— and trying to see how many Pokémon I could name from memory. Nothing!

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