Micah

Warning: Mentions of rape (educational in this omegaverse) Nothing happens to Micah

Since that day over a week ago, it felt like everywhere I went, I had eyes on me. They didn’t feel predatory. They felt… Protective. It shocked me the next day when there was a package sitting outside my apartment addressed to me, and it was filled with heat suppressants and a heat sating kit.

A heat-sating kit typically had an alpha-sized dildo, cool packs, and plenty of food to ride out the heat. I had an inkling of who they had come from– Alistair– which only caused me to set the items outside on my doorstep. However, I did keep ahold of the sating kit, because who would turn down free food and things to help with the impending doomsday?

For all I knew, he switched the labels from heat inducers to suppressants. I’d rather nickel and dime myself into saving up the right amount of money to make sure I made rent and take the days off around my heat to make sure I was safe.

It seemed like every time I came into work, either Sherry or Xari would point it out to me that my scent was strengthening. It didn’t matter if I injected extra BetaT or not. The scent wasn’t dying down, which meant it was on the horizon.

I was currently at work at the bar. Tonight was omega night, where we would let any and all omega’s into the door as long as they were dressed appropriately and they were of legal age to drink. Many single affluent Alphas would come on this night to find a potential life partner. It was different than our typical nights, where the only omegas in the facility were mated or dating another Alpha.

All three bartenders were working tonight, myself, Lawrence, and Bryce. Xari would step in periodically to ensure we were helping our patrons with their drinks in a timely manner.

As the night progressed, I hadn’t realized how much I was heating up until it became damn near unbearable. So many alphas in one concentrated area, with so many omegas releasing their pheromones, was doing something to my body that I knew was irreversible.

I grit my teeth together, swallowing, trying to keep myself in check. I desperately wanted to bare my neck at each alpha that came to my side to start their tab. I knew I could control myself until last call.

Tonight was the night I loved the most, knowing that I could get the highest of tips from the alphas who wanted to impress their omega counterparts. I just had to make it to the end of my shift. That's all I had to do. Then I would be set for my bills.

The more the night progressed, the more I noticed that my heat was too. Some of the alphas had taken notice of me, and they were trying to get my attention. I desperately wanted to melt into a puddle for them too. I wanted to rub my scent on them and beg them to claim me as theirs. But I knew I had to keep my job. It was a matter of having a job to come back to or losing everything that I had. I had to fight my impulses and not give in to them, no matter how much I wanted to.

“I think you need to go home.” Xari broke me from my concentrating mindset. My heart stopped for a second. I was gripping so tightly onto a glass that my knuckles had turned white, and my breathing was labored. Xari grabbed the whiskey glass out of my hand and sat it down on the counter, and he put his hand on my shoulder.

My body crooned at the touch of an alpha, and I almost let out a moan of pleasure. I snapped back to reality and reminded myself that Xari was a married man, a happily married man at that. I knew better.

“I’ll close out your tabs, and you’ll get the tips you need to go home, and quick. You’re attracting unwanted attention.” Xari bent down, and his low voice tickled my ear. My omega was awoken, and slick ran down my ass cheeks.

My throat closed up, and I wanted to lay down on the counter and spread my leg for any alpha that wanted me. Xari snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.

“Go home.” He repeated himself.

I nodded my head, sitting the rag that was still in my hands on the counter. I focused on going to the break room to grab my things out of my locker. I pulled my phone out of my backpack and closed my eyes. Regretting my thoughts at the moment, I knew I could ask him for a ride home.

I knew if I walked home, I would be the victim of something unimaginable. A ride home would take significantly less time, and it would be safer for me. I hated that the only person that came to mind was the yellow-eyed man that annoyed me to all hell.

I scrolled down to his number, which I had unblocked, and tapped on it, letting my phone dial him. He picked up after the fourth ring, and his response was muffled. “This is Ace,” Alistair said.

“Can you please take me home?” I whined.

“Wait, who is this?” I could hear shuffling in the background. “Oh, Micah.”

“Please?” I swallowed.

“Uhh, I’m a little occupied…” He replied.

“I’m going into heat. If you don’t pick me up, I have to walk home,” I whined back.

“Wait, you didn’t take the suppressants I sent to you?” His voice strained. I could tell he was upset.

“I didn’t know who they were from.” I lied. “Who takes random drugs that are put on their doorstep that they didn’t buy themselves?” Which was true. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Especially a single omega who lived alone? It had human trafficking written all over it, and I wanted no part in it.

He sighed, and I could hear his muffled voice talking to someone else that was with him. I heard another voice respond. “Yes, boss.” Before he finally responded to me.

“I’ll be there in fifteen.” He finally replied to me. I let out a breath of air.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

— — —

When Alistair arrived, he helped me out to his car, shoving alphas that tried to even look at me away. He opened the passenger door to his very nice car and helped me inside. Holding my hand as I sat down in the vehicle. Alistair walked in front of the vehicle, putting something over his nose and mouth.

He quickly got into the car and turned the car on, starting his way toward my apartment. I glanced over at him, and he had a black mask and something else under it. His hands were gripped tightly onto the wheel, and his breathing was slow. My eyes slowly trailed down his body, and it was almost impossible to notice the tent in his pants.

I squirmed in my seat, and more slick dripped down my ass. I so badly wanted to lean myself over the console and unzip his pants to release the dragon inside of his pants. The overwhelming musk of him permeated the car, and I knew it was my instincts wanting to take over. I knew I had to keep a hold of myself. What would usually be a twenty-five to thirty-minute walk home was only a five-minute car ride.

When he pulled up to my apartment building, he parallel-parked himself right in front of my building, and he unbuckled me. I leaned back in my seat like putty, and I wanted to stay planted in my seat. Breathing in the wonderful smell of his alphan musk that was embedded into every fabric inside of the car.

“C’mon, little mouse, you need to get into your apartment.” He muffled under the mask, speaking to me for the first time since he had arrived at the bar. His voice was gruff and scratchy. I could tell he was holding himself back.

When I didn’t move, Alistair got out of the car and opened the car door for me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I knew that if I were to fight it, he wouldn’t put up with my bullshit. I hesitantly reached my hand out to grab onto his. He helped me out of my car, locking the doors behind us. He was now walking behind me, up the steps to my apartment, in a protective manner. I could hear the beeping of his car as he locked the doors.

He breathed down my neck as I dug into my backpack for my keys.

“Why does your door look like it’s been kicked in before?” Ace asked, rubbing on the door frame. His voice was low and demanding.

“It’s a bad area. What else do you think?” I replied snarkily, rolling my eyes. I pulled my key out, unlocking both of the locks on my door, and I pushed the door open.

“Oh no, you’re coming home with me. Grab what you need.” His eyes flicked across my tiny apartment. “You’re not going to be safe here.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be fine. Thank you for the ride home.” I stepped into my apartment. Alistair grabbed onto my wrist, turning me toward him.

“Please, let me do this for you. I’ll stay somewhere else. I just want you to be safe.” His voice held concern. “Get some things, and I’ll take you to my place to ride it out.”

What alpha would do that? Take them to their place and not fuck their brains out because they were in heat. I didn’t know if I could trust him or not. But the niggling voice in the back of my head was telling me, no begging me, to trust Alistair.

“Please?” He asked one more time.

I fought in my head. He knew I didn’t want any of this right now. He was clearly already holding himself back even though he was bricked up and ready to fuck.

I would probably regret it later, but I knew the possibility of an alpha on the street smelling my scent was strong because of the old windows, and it was clear my apartment had been broken into previously. There was no hiding it.

“What do you want in return from me?” I asked quietly, meeting his honey-colored eyes.

“Nothing, just peace of mind.” He replied.

Again by instinct, I wanted to believe he was lying. But his eyes… They looked so sincere it was hard to let my mind believe it.

“If you try anything, I will kill you.” I furrowed my brows.

“Wouldn’t dream of it without consent, and right now is not a time that you can very well do it.” He nodded his head to me to go and grab my essentials.

My heart wanted to soar at his words.

It was a big topic in politics, and the government was only made up of alphas and a sprinkle of betas. When was the line of consent for omegas drawn? Many alphas believed that if an omega was in heat, it was the omega being negligent against their nature, and if an alpha raped an omega during that time, it would be considered consent. Only a handful of progressive alphas believed that if someone was not in their right mind that they couldn’t consent to anything. Comparing it to one person being drunk.

Knowing that Alistair was so thoughtful made something stir inside me, wanting him.

But I knew when I was in my sane mind. Words only held little meaning.

It was actions that spoke the truth.