Page 6 of Broken Alpha

Luke

Aidyn felt hot to the touch when I grabbed him as he fell. I cradled him in my arms and lowered us to the floor by the door to my office, his forest scent consuming my senses, almost as if I were back hiking through the woods of the Pacific Northwest. It surrounded me and clung to my body like the fingers that Aidyn used to grip my arms tightly.

“Where is your suppressant?” I asked him; my voice panicked as my Alpha began to take charge.

Fuck, I wanted him. His scent was sweet, while also damp, the scent of rain on pine. It was a siren song to my Alpha, stirring within me desires that I knew would be horrible if I acted uponright now. My Alpha disagreed, meeting this Omega’s scent with its own, and I knew I was very close to a rut, on the edge of animalistic tendencies that would have me claiming him as if he was mine to do so, yet thankfully I was caged, the key to my freedom safely at home on my dresser. I was painfully aware of the itch in my canines—the sudden urge to bite and claim. I watched his eyes glaze over as his heat began to take control, a soft sound escaping his lips that seemed to have a direct line to my cock. It strained against what I now deemed as the inhumane cage I forced it into, and pain began taking over, cutting into the haze and allowing me to think.

Aidyn pushed his full weight against me, forcing me onto my back. He began to nuzzle his face into my neck, rubbing his cheeks against me like a cat, his glasses bumping against my face, smudging the lenses. Fuck me! I never thought an Omega would scent mark me, and now I had one so blissed out he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing or how frustrating this whole situation was. I fought the groan that threatened to escape from my throat. I had a suppressor shot in my desk drawer, as was required by all teachers, but I couldn’t get to it with his weight on me. I tried to move backward, to pull my legs out from under Aidyn’s weight, but he seemed to apply more pressure, pinning me to the floor, and I growled in frustration. Aidyn flinched at the sound, responding with a soft whimper, determined to fix the frustrated Alpha before him.

I hated the hurt look on his face, and I reached a hand upwards, cupping his cheek, as he tilted his head in, nuzzling into my palm. “Aidyn, I’m trying to help you. To do that, I need you to get off me. The medicine is in my desk. It’ll help, trust me.”

If he heard me, he made no effort to comply as he repositioned himself, lowering his body and nuzzling the crotch of my slacks, his cheek rubbing over the cage and my cock. A dull thunksounded where the frame of his glasses tapped the metal. A look of confusion washed over his face as he stared at my groin, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of all this. In his hazed state, he didn’t understand the hard metal gripping me like a vice, causing me a world of pain, while also preventing him from giving into his instincts.

Relying on my Alpha strength, I pulled free from his grasp. My Alpha growled in anger at being separated from his Omega, a sound that Aidyn responded to with his mewl of annoyance and uncertainty, watching me as I stood up to pull the suppressant pen from my top drawer. Uncapping it, I sat on the floor, pulling Aidyn into my embrace again, nuzzling my nose into his neck, and absorbing the pheromone scent he gave off. A soft vibration started in my chest, my Alpha’s purr calming the overheated Omega in my arms. Sadness washed over me. The first time I ever purred for my Omega, and he wouldn’t remember a moment of it.

But he was not mine, and I had to stop this. It didn’t matter the pull he had on my Alpha. We didn’t have any relationship beyond teacher and student; we haven’t even spoken to each other. He was not mine, and I had to keep reminding myself of that. Using one hand, I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, his instinctual need to be knotted making it easier for me to pull them down. His cock stood at attention behind his boxers that had the cutest little T-rexes printed on the fabric. I couldn’t help but chuckle at them but groaned as the scent of slick pooled in the fabric, causing it to stick to his skin.

Grabbing the pen, I pushed up the side of his underwear, exposing the side of his thigh, before taking a deep breath. Curling my fist around it, I stabbed the pen’s needle into Aidyn’s leg, pressing the release trigger at the tip to disperse the suppressor into his bloodstream, my face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Little Fawn,” I whispered against his throat.

We sat in my office for fifteen minutes while the suppressant reacted to his heat. I don’t remember a damn thing I said while holding him against me and murmuring into his hair, rocking back and forth, and releasing a steady stream of pheromones to calm his agitation. His body calmed down, the fever from his heat disappeared from his skin, and he passed out, his head heavy against my chest. Lifting him and cradling him to me protectively, we left my office, dodging very few people on our way to the nurse’s office. His limp body was oddly light but a warm comfort to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his slackened face. He was pale and clammy, his hair sticking to his forehead, and his glasses were on the edge of his nose while his head bumped against my chest as we moved; yet he was the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

Placing him on an empty cot in the nurse's office, I was consumed with the idea that he was better off in a nest of his creation with fluffy cloud-like pillows and fuzzy blankets, not being left on a hard metal cot. My inner Alpha let out a low rumble deep from my chest as I pulled the thin cotton blanket over Aidyn before removing his glasses and setting them on the table next to him. Moving toward the sink, I turned on the cold water and grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser beside the sink. Dampening the paper towels and squeezing out the excess water, I turned back toward Aidyn. The nurse ignored us while I sat beside him and tried my best to clean the sweat from his face, using the towel to brush his hair back at the roots. Unable to help myself, I leaned forward, a low purr barely audible rolled through my chest as I nuzzled into the side of his neck, breathing in his scent. I couldn’t stay with him; the less people who knew about what took place in my office, the better. I couldn’t be here for him when I so desperately wanted to; the vision of him waking up confused, maybe stressed and irritated,made me ill. Stepping away made me positively violent, my Alpha screaming at me to return to his side, to pull him tightly against me, and drown him in my scent. Aidyn was coated in our scents when I left him, the nurse didn’t ask questions, and I prayed she didn’t report me to the board. She probably took it as a distressed Omega, and it was my duty as an Alpha to calm him down. That was the only logic that I was using to calm my anxiety. But at the same time, if it meant staying by his side, being reported wouldn’t be the worst thing. Sitting in my car, panting and sweating despite the autumn chill in the air, I tasted blood. Glacing in the rearview mirror, I noticed I had nicked my bottom lip with my canines.

Briefly, I wondered what it would feel like to sink them into his flesh, to be bonded and owned by him. Marking was a serious action. The bonding process was initiated by the Alpha first, lacing their bite with their pheromones and breaking the skin with our canines. To complete a bonding ceremony, the Omega then bites their intended Alpha, sealing the bond. In a perfect world; the bonding process was a hundred percent consensual, however, there have been several cases of Alphas forcing Omegas to complete the ceremony. What should be a joyous occasion turns into an event that leaves them traumatized and miserable. If it was ever found out that an Alpha forced an Omega to bond, the Alpha could face life in prison. However, nothing can be done for the poor Omegas still chained to their situations. Scientists have been working to try and find a solution to reverse the effects to help victims of a forced marking, but as of now, nothing has worked. It was a stronger bond than any marriage, and to be away from your bonded was agonizingly painful.

As I drove further away from the university, I wondered if the pain of being separated from my bonded would feel like this. Uncomfortable, my skin crawling as if I was having a terriblereaction to medication or recovering from a drug habit. I was fidgety and antsy, my nails running up my arm and across my thigh, my thoughts running a mile a minute. My heart thundered in my ears, loud and erratic.

The first thing I did after entering my condo was remove my clothing, stripping naked in the entryway. My clothing felt tight and restrictive, chafing away at my sensitive heated skin. I made my way into the bedroom, grabbing the small silver key from the top of my dresser, and removed my metal prison quickly, my cock hardening the second it was free. I shoved the device into the back of my sock drawer, determined never to see or use it again. It had done its job, preventing me from taking Aidyn in my office, but it also offended me. I realized his scent still held me firmly in its grasp, deep in my senses, and I couldn’t bring myself to step into the shower to wash him off, adding to the restlessness I was experiencing. My Alpha paced in my head, my body tight and stiff. I knew what a rut was; I’ve studied it and seen videos and examples, but I don’t think I’ve ever personally felt it, and this was hell. Like I was going insane.

To ease my agitation, I dug through my nightstand drawer and pulled out the only masturbatory toy I owned. It was a cheap, non-gender-specific sleeve that hadn’t been used much. While I may like men, I didn’t give a shit what the toy I thrusted into looked like, and I had little desire to spend an outrageous amount just to have a need met. I grabbed the bottle of lube that also hadn’t been used in probably a year, and I lubricated my painfully hard cock and the inside of the toy before sliding the silicon canister over my length. A groan escaped my throat; immense pleasure consumed me when my hips acted on their own, thrusting upward and forward to meet the sensation of the grooves and nodes designed to aid in my pleasure. No longer restrained, my rut consumed my body.

Growling, I thrusted into the toy roughly, my knees bumping into the edge of the bed as I held the device level on the bedspread. My pheromones mixed deliciously with the one that had now imprinted itself upon my senses. Twice, this Omega student called to me. Twice, I could not answer his siren-like call, and my Alpha was agitated, like a tiger pacing its cage. His Omega had wanted me at that moment, and my Alpha was ready to accept, but the position I’d put him in wasn't a good one. I was the only Alpha in his space when he went into heat; for all I knew, it had nothing to do with me specifically and everything to do with biology and instinct. The fact that I could scent him had my brain contorting the situation to suit its own narrative, creating thought processes that I otherwise wouldn’t have had. As if trying to justify a situation that was disturbing and unprofessional.

Thank God Forester wasn’t in the same room. I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to punish the only Omega to have probably stood up to him in his entire life and how he tried to force him into submission in my classroom, releasing pheromones as if it was his right to do so. Growling at the thought of another Alpha trying to forcemyAidyn to submit drove me overboard. Struggling to outlast my current state as my orgasm climbed, kneeling with the device firmly in my hand, I was unaware I had moved onto the bed.

My thoughts were a kaleidoscope of Aidyn—begging for me in my office, of forests, the scent of rain, and the feeling of home. Of an Omega who spoke his mind and of the scent that marked me. The Omega who felt warm in my arms, his needy desire so evident on his face when he looked up at me. I wasn’t aware I had brought my forearm up to my mouth until my orgasm ripped through me. I felt the sharp pain of my canines slicing into my forearm, biting myself as my rut rode itself out, blood dripping onto my thigh and onto the comforter. I struggled togather my bearings, panting as I leaned back on to my heels and looked at the mess on my bed sheets. A mixture of blood and semen that I knew I had to wash immediately, or the blood stains would set in, but my brain was elsewhere, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to survive roughly 15 weeks of this.

Sighing, I began to withdraw from the toy, only to stop when I felt a slight painful tug at the base of my cock. The fuck? I tried again and was immediately met with a sharper pain. Hissing, I looked down and realized, with shock, that the first thing I ever knotted was a cheap silicone toy.

It took forever for the swelling of my knot to subside, even after standing under the spray of the cold shower I forced myself into. I stood under that spray for what felt like hours, contemplating my situation as if it would have given satisfactory answers, and instead all it did was give me a headache. When the toy finally fell to the tile with an odd deep squelch, I groaned at the release of pressure and the embarrassment before washing the offensive silicone and turning the shower off.

Stripping my bedsheets, the sweater I had worn tumbled to the ground, Aidyn’s scent still faintly woven into the fabric. Like some sort of creeper, I grabbed a Ziploc bag from the kitchen before folding the sweater and sealing it in plastic, praying that its “unbeatable seal technology” would lock his scent away like a memento. I placed the bag in the bottom of my dresser as my phone chimed with a call from Ryan, asking if I could go out for some drinks tonight. The idea of drinking on a schoolnight didn’t really appeal, but the self-love session I had hadn’t released any of the tension in my body. The next best thing was alcohol. I agreed to meet him at the bar we frequented often and wasted no time in ordering myself a beer and taking a seat at the bar.

Morgan’s was located between our apartments, and we had been coming here since college, often drinking away the stress of finals and the pain of Ryan’s many breakups. I swear, he was so bad at relationships that the bartenders started to know our names and orders, which was awkward and made me feel like an alcoholic. The bar was rather cliché in design, with dark fabrics and wooden beams with low lighting and music that was way too loud half the time. Simple and average, which is kind of what I liked about it, plus its location was perfect for Ryan and me.

Taking a swig of my beer, I started doom-scrolling through social media when the chair beside me shifted. Looking up, I expected to see Ryan, but instead, I found a petite man with curly black hair pulled back at the temples, tied into place by a rubber band at the back of his head. He set his motorcycle helmet on the bar counter before he acknowledged the bartender, ordering himself a beer. I stood at around six foot two, where this guy probably didn’t come up to my shoulder like Aidyn did. Everything about him seemed small and delicate, ethereal like an elf. If size played any part in the stereotype, I would bet he was an Omega. But I had met a few short king Alphas that I wouldn’t be putting any money on that bet.

“I’m sorry, but that seat is taken,” I replied, setting my phone face down on the bar.

The man turned a brilliant set of sapphire blue eyes on me, a corner smile on his lips as he rested his chin in his palm, his elbow on the countertop. “I know. By Ryan Easton, right?’

“Yea, how did you —”

“He told me you’d be here tonight. He told me where I should meet you and that I would find you at the bar, probably already a beer in hand, not paying attention to the world around him.”

“Ah, I see what this is. Remind me to kill him later.” I drained the rest of my beer and ordered another one.

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