(Rated M for mentions of past trauma/abuse/drug use.)

Sage laid quietly on the sofa shaking unable to rest because of the fear and pain he was in. His body aching as the last bit of drugs in his system started to die out. None of the questions he had floating around in his mind were answered, if anything only more were added after their encounter. Closing his eyes as Colt moved into the room with him, acting as if he was still sleeping. His body broke out in a cold sweat, his shaking becoming more of a tremble as he laid there curled up tight into himself.

"Here." Colt nudged him, "I know you're not sleeping."

He had the two medications Stitch had given him as well as a fresh glass of water.

"Take them and drink all of it."

Sage slowly pushed himself up into a seated position on the sofa, the shirt he was placed in was soaked. Colt watched to make sure Sage swallowed the medication before he walked away, returning a few moments later dressed for the day and with a cup of coffee. Sitting on the coffee table, his weight caused the wood to crack beneath him.

"What are you on?"

Sage didn't look at him, eyes locked on the empty glass in his hands using that focus to quiet his shaking.

"I already warned you I don't repeat myself." Colt hardened his tone.

Shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know what it's called."

"So you just dose yourself with whatever." Colt shook his head, the boy was lying to him.

Frustrated already he didn't have time to deal with this shit. Cursing his father as he moved away.

"I don't dose myself." Sage spoke looking up, tears welling in his eyes blinking them back, "My Master does."

Shutting his lips tight as the words came from him, he shouldn't have said anything. He wasn't supposed to say anything, he knew better than to speak ill of his Master. Quickly looking away as Colt turned to face him.

"Master?"

Shaking his head no, he wasn't going to say anything else. He was already in enough trouble for running away, he didn't need to add more for talking. This was probably a test and he was failing. Colt knew that having a Master was a given as a wolf but the way Sage spoke he got the impression it was more than just the usual master wolf relationship, there was terror and pain in his words. Ownership to the fullest extent even.

* * * * *

"Better." Spoke Stitch with a sliver of excitement in his voice. The back of his hand resting across Sage's forehead, "Fever if finally breaking."

His vision was blurred and his head was in a heavy daze, his body once again going into fight or flight mode but unable to move he was too weak to do anything. He could tell he was in a bed, the scent from the alpha before swirled around him.

Stitch saw the look in the young boys' eyes, "Relax, I'm here to help. You had a seizure, Colt called me to come and take another look at you."

Another look at him? Seizure? Sage's mind was racing, the man's gentle tone didn't calm him one bit.

"He said you didn't know what was given to you? Is that right?"

Sage only able to nod his head a little at this point. Stitch sighing as he looked through his bag for something.

"I'm assuming this wasn't the first time either causing you to have a seizure so soon after it was out of your system. By any chance are you able to tell me what happens when you take it?"

There was no taking it, his Master forced the pills down his throat or the syringe in his arm. It was never anything Sage consented to himself. He didn't want anything that ever happened to him to have happened. Shaking his head no to the question. He wasn't going to say anymore, had already slipped to Colt and now this man also knew.

"Told you." Comments Colt from the other side of Sage standing next to his bed arms crossed over the front of his chest, "He's either lying or just being an ass and not saying anything."

Colt sour about the whole situation. Sage was now taking up his bed after fucking up his sofa by having a seizure. He had been fine and out of nowhere his eyes rolled to the back of his head, dropping the glass in his hands. It breaking all over the floor as he started to convulse, foaming at the mouth. In all honestly, he scared Colt as he watched for a few seconds before he started to act, holding Sage down so he didn't hurt himself anymore. Stitch could hear the slight panic in Colt's voice when he called him.

"I can't help but notice you don't have a scent." Comment Stitch looking at Sage, "Has it always been like that?"

Sage looking at him with a blankness in his eyes. They could sense he was a wolf, calming him to be an omega based on his small frame and slightly feminine features. Colt has been wondering that too, he thought at first it was just because he was covered by so many alpha's that he couldn't smell anything past them but after he had washed him up there still wasn't any scent to him.

As stated before male omega's were very rare these days but it was known for them to have a sweet scent, the two females within their pack had a floral sweet scent to them. Sage glancing between the two of them, shrugging his shoulder.

"Fuck this." Commented Colt as he moved out of the room.

Every time he was asked something he just shrugged it off, and it wasn't working for Colt. They've done nothing but help him since he crossed into their land and he's acting ungrateful.

Sage jumping at the harsh tone from Colt, moving his gaze away from either of them.

"Colt's just the typical hot-headed alpha, don't let him scare you. The Pack Master put you with a good one so don't worry, he's more bark than bite." Stitch spoke, hoping that sharing that bit of information would calm the boy.

"Either way it's interesting could be a genetic defect or the long-term use of drugs that's altered the normal hormones." Stitch was intrigued either way.

Sage knew most of the answers they were seeking just too afraid to say anything. He didn't know them. He didn't trust them. Sage didn't trust anyone actually but he knew his lack of scent was caused by fear and mistreatment. When he first came to be with his Master he was only six so he hadn't developed a scent yet, that only developed when one hit puberty which was usually twelve for alphas, omegas were a little later on. His hit when he was fourteen but it didn't last long.

When he started smelling sweet his Master used that in his favor only after he had his fun with him, pimping him out to any alpha that would pay the right price for him. Having yet to learn to control his scent because no one taught him anything about being an omega in an alpha's world. He had to learn the few things he did know all on his own.

It was only about six months into his adulthood that he got sick from not being fed and passed around too often for him to fully recover from the abuse, that he stopped producing a scent. Even after his Master gave him a week of rest and larger rations if never came back. This factor only added to his beatings.

An omega that no longer worked in his Master's favor. That was when the drug use started for him, he was forced uppers to have the energy to work and be the plaything the alpha's wanted. This was usually Adderall or coke. Sometimes it was heroin depending on the temper the alpha desired.

Sage was given weekly injections that mocked a sweet scent and given higher doses if a forced or faked heat was wanted. From his understanding, these were mostly legal drugs that acted differently when given to the right patients and in the right dose.

So, in reality, a beta or alpha could take them and have the same outcome but that wasn't what was desired by the men that bought him. They wanted the petite feminine frame and soft features that only a true omega had.