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Mac was sleeping peacefully in bed; the cotton was a lesser quality than the ones on his own. But he didn’t want to leave the alpha’s space. The scent of his lover was what gave him comfort. The younger man had been enchanted with the other since the two had met. Being introduced by Mac’s friend Itt. Itt was dating the alpha’s best friend. A quaint little meet cute in a café where the alpha had given him this gorgeous grin as he asked the other what he might like to drink.
Someone who understood and respected him so deeply was a rarity for Mac, the aloof boy struggled to express himself and yet Nan had taken the time and care to learn what his words meant and the tiny twitches of his face. Learning who Mac was; not who he projected himself to be.
A person had come and shattered the walls he keeps around himself, rewriting his knowledge of the world and the people who inhabited it to be, kindness over the cruelty Mac expected.
Mac had a sense of tranquility and he wants to bask in this moment but something is pulling him away. Away from the world as he knows it. The fluffy, bright world to somewhere painful. He can hear a voice calling to him, then someone hits him. It hurts.
All of Mac’s body hurts. He aches in ways he did not know were possible and he doesn’t feel safe. He wants to go home. He wants Nan.
He needs Nan to protect him from the broken mirrored world.
“You’re not dead. Get up.” A voice coldly orders.
It makes Mac shiver and he feels the last drips of his calmness fade into blackness. It is as his eyes flutter does he realize the peace of earlier were nothing but lies.
Of the voice who ordered him, who hit him.
Belongs to the alpha who torments him.
The man who wears black and a cocky cruel smirk.
Nan the alpha who leaves destruction in his tracks.
* Reality
Mac pushed the beta against the desk, making the larger boy get smaller as his feet left the ground. His legs falling open; the boy in black slipped between them. Wanting to keep the other from getting away from him. From acting like the helpless bunny, he portrayed himself to be. Today Mac was being the wolf, about to devour the target of his attraction. Itt had been clueless to Mac’s pursuit of him. Mac putting up with the beta’s stupid friends and hapless issues. Merely wanting to be seen as a close cohort.
Mac was not one to miss his chance. Itt had invited him to this place. A bedroom of all places, he could have chosen a café or a park if this was a conversation permissible for the public. Instead Itt called him to this remote apartment and shut the door as soon as they entered. Allowing his sugary scent to fill the small space, overpowering the lingering smell of bitter coffee.
Mac had wiped at his nose earlier to dislodge the unpleasant smell. He was not particularly fond of Itt’s scent but he was not repulsed by it as he was with the coffee. Then again, he had yet to encounter a scent which called to him. Most were easy to ignore or caused him to lash out.
Itt had grabbed Mac’s wrist to pull him closer to the desk and that was the moment Mac had used to push the other, causing him to fall backwards and onto the writing structure. Crisp melted sugar pulsed out in to the air, Mac thinking it was due to Itt enjoying the rough housing. The other opened his mouth level with Mac’s face. The boy in black held the checker pattern wearer down by one shoulder, his other holding the man’s face; pressing their lips together.
Mac didn’t visualize kissing Itt, even in his filthiest fantasies. The two were committing deeds of lust. There was no loving passion, it was animalistic. Hot and primal. The beta howling in pleasure under him. Kissing seemed so childish and sappy.
Neither quality Mac possessed.
Itt was bigger than him, looked like he could hold him down but when it came to fighting Itt resorted to words. Not fists or fighting back. Begging to be let free.
Mac would have to be the one to lead them, otherwise Itt would be blown away by the wind. Lacking the resolve to stand firm. He had no power to keep himself attached to a branch than the golden shower blossoms did in a summer storm.
Mac heard the other gasp and thought the other tried to pull away but was limited by both the wall behind him and Mac in front of him, chasing the retreating mouth. Teeth clattering as Mac tried to kiss him again. Itt finally brought his hands which had been grasping at the wood to Mac’s chest. Not to run them over his muscled chest or to wrap them around Mac’s shoulders. In its place, he put his palms on Mac’s arms and shoved him away. Mac taken by surprise staggered back a step and looked with narrowed eyes at the beta. Anger growing in him.
At that second Mac looked at his once friend, seeing the collar around his shirt exposed, the tan skin having enticed him previously is now marred with a large pale scar. A set of teeth mark over what should be a mating gland. The bite looked brutal as if it was delivered by a rabid dog, not a civilized person.
Itt wiped his mouth on his sleeve, demanding in his whiny tone to know why Mac had kissed him. Had cornered him. Mac wanted to hiss back that the other was the one to bask in Mac’s attention, didn’t turn away Mac’s gifts or his words. Sought him out among their friends.
Mac got to say none of this as he was taken from behind. He was then forced to stand up on his toes by a hulking man. Also wearing a black jacket. His arms filled out the material in a way Mac could not. The alpha is glaring down at him as he is white knuckled in his grip on Mac’s jacket. Mac doesn’t look away from the enraged man. The other might have sized on him but Mac is no coward.
The puffing alpha propelled Mac away from him, getting the smaller away from the bitter aroma of coffee beans free from his nose. Mac expects to collapse to the ground but two arms pin him in place. Mac struggles to free himself but the man behind him holds firm. Getting into Mac’s space and pulling him backwards. He keeps them touching. More than is really needed.
Mac throws his head back, attempting to head butt the other but that is shown to be useless. He feels eyes on him but he can’t see his jailer. He knows the other is an alpha, like the first one but otherwise he can’t tell anything else. The other is breathing on Mac’s neck, he tries to stomp on the other’s feet. He has an idea of where this is going.
One alpha is going to pin him, keep all his organs and body exposed. The first one, Itt’s new alpha, will beat the ever-loving shit out of him. That’s how two alphas settle things; violence is not a question but the default answer. Mac keeps his eyes angry, his posture straight. He won’t let them think he’s scared, he might be panicking or regretting his decisions to go to this enclosure.
The alpha let’s Itt get close to him, hands running over the shoulder, endeavouring to sooth the furious alpha. Trying to explain what the pair walked in on.
Day.
The alpha’s name is Day.
Not that Mac cared.
Day storms passed Itt to get closer to Mac. A large hand encases his delicate jaw, pushing down on the bone and Mac has to fight the urge to flinch under the pain. Day is not the first alpha to try to scare Mac, to think his size will cause the other to feel small.
To feel helpless and submissive.
Mac puffs up his chest. He can look larger too. The man releases his jaw to look back at Itt who is standing where Day left him. A hand brought to the side of his temple; his eyes are closed and he looks confused.
“And you.” The main alpha said in a bored tone.
His hands relax at his side, tense back letting go of the desire to demonstrate how much taller the other is. Now when he crowds Mac, he’s looking down on him. He’s searching for something.
“Nan, he caused trouble in your territory.” Day recounts finally naming his accomplice.
The other darkly dressed alpha who manipulates Mac’s hips to line up with his own.
Nan said nothing as Day continued in his unbothered tone.
“Deal with him however you want.”
It made Mac double down on his struggling. Retching his arms and throwing his body away from the one holding him. Day the rival alpha to Mac was dismissing him to some grunt. Not seeing him as a threat or someone he should deal with himself.
Mac was not worth his own hand.
The caged man decisively breaks his staring match with Day to look at the alpha behind him. The cocky smirk and the lustful eyes. It unsettles Mac in a way he hasn’t felt in ages. The tall alpha is too close to his neck and regardless of how Mac struggles, he is still keeping them in a constant mocking embrace. His back to Nan’s front.
Mac feels like a zebra, he’s encountered the tiger who he thought was his greatest enemy but now realizes it’s the circling hyena. A tiger might tear him a part but a scavenger will savour his dying cries as his bones are picked clean of meat.
Day slings an arm over Itt; a clear claim over the beta. He seemed so unaffected by his lover’s pleading; he drags the other off. Making an off handed remark to let the alphas’ sort it out amongst themselves.
The word alphas are said in a derogatory way. He suspects something from Mac.
Did he think he understood what dynamic Mac was trying to be, to use to shield his own?
Nan jerks Mac backwards, aligning his pelvis to the curve of Mac’s ass. It makes the boy gasp then he growls to be let go.
For Nan to let him go home.
The other laughs at him; chuckling into Mac’s ear about how he’s about to have a new home until he learns his lesson. Mac is tripping over his own feet as Nan pulls him through the door. A group of guys around their age are waiting for them.
“Boss?” One asks Nan, the rest waiting to see what they’re going to do.
Two move forward to take over the struggling boy. But their boss; shakes his head at them. With an intense fire burning in the midnight-coloured orbs. He looks like he is enjoying the desperate thrashing, a snake coiled around a mouse fighting for the chance to breathe as the beast squeezes tighter until no oxygen can get between them.
Mac makes the mistake of kicking at one of the minions. The man lets out a yelp of pain and ducks to rub at his shin. Nan’s fingers get deeper and there’s a rumble in his voice.
“That’s not nice.”
Deep and menacing, Mac freezes for a second at the ominous tone.
“Let’s go home.” Nan orders and his ants scatter to get his demands met.
The bright orange car has the driver’s side door open but Nan marches Mac to the passenger side. His people look on in concern; the alpha throws Mac against the side of the car, it hurts Mac’s back to come into contact with the sloping metal. Mac can’t escape from those eyes.
Their hunting him.
Nan’s hands pull at his belt and Mac doesn’t have time to growl at the other to stop before the leather is wrapped around his wrists. Limiting his ability to fight even further. Making him helpless to the alpha’s desires.
The new group of alphas.
Realistically Mac knows there must be a few betas sprinkled in. A gang wouldn’t thrive if it was purely alphas but this does little to comfort him. Betas can be just as violent as alphas if they feel they’re in competition with the other dynamic.
Nan forces Mac into his car, using his large hand on Mac’s hair to keep him from hitting his head. He leans down to buckle the other in as well. The stench of his scent makes Mac’s stomach roll. He gets light headed.
Wrinkling his nose, wondering if he will vomit in the man’s car. Wouldn’t that endear him to Mac even more.
The drive is silent as they zip between the traffic and busy streets. Nan drives like a maniac and doesn’t seem to care if his men can keep up or get lost behind the other cars.
Mac wants to fight to demand to be freed. If the bastard would stop for red lights; Mac is confident he could escape. Nonetheless he doesn’t, the alpha must know what he is thinking because he smirks over at Mac. Not bothered by Mac’s murderous face. He seems more amused and Mac makes a discrete movement, bringing his bound wrists closer to his nose. Aspiring to know if his scent is noticeable. He can’t smell himself.
“Hey don’t even try biting through the leather.” Nan scolds him. He takes one hand off the wheel to hold Mac’s bound wrists. Getting the limbs away from his mouth.
“Get off you bastard.” Mac snarls at him.
Nan bursts out laughing at him as if Mac told a hilarious joke.
Is Mac the joke or the punchline?
He retches his head away to stare out the window memorizing where their taking him.
He can use his father’s connections later.
To get his revenge.
The manor they pull in front of is large. Not as big as Mac’s home but still impressive. It’s not far from the race track. Tall stone walls isolate the building from the road. More people mill out to greet the homeowner. Gawking at the tied-up guest.
Nan leans over Mac to tell someone to get the guest room ready.
What was that line from the asinine bsdm book series? The one Itt’s little girl crush had read aloud to them. Oh yeah, this was going to end up being fifty shades of fucked up.
The room was probably a torture room or room was an embellished term for the four walls.
In a sense it is. Four bare walls and a stripped mattress are what composed of the room. Nan climbs on top of Mac the second his back hits the dirty mattress. Pinning Mac underneath his heavy weight, the most of it is on his lower body. Nan sitting on Mac’s hips and it makes Mac wiggle.
“I’m going to give you a choice.” Nan tells him, gripping Mac’s chin; he makes the younger boy survey the room. Taking in the many bodies watching them. Almost two dozen people, all male.
“You get to pick. Day said I get to pick your punishment but I think it will sink in farther if you also play a part.” Nan pauses his movement to get the attention back on himself. Mac’s hateful gaze.
“You see all the men in this room? I’m giving a choice. You can decide to have each one of them have sex with you or just me?” Nan said smirking.
Loving how Mac regains the strength to fight Nan; biting at him and now resorting to scratching. Acting like a wounded animal.
He’s scared.
“It’s fair. You wanted Itt.” Nan taunts him. The other opens his mouth to curse the other out when Nan slams their mouths together. Thrusting his tongue into Mac’s mouth. Spit slips from their combined lips, down Mac’s chin as the other pulls at the alpha’s hold on his hair.
Wanting to get away from the pillaging organ.
When Nan decides to draw back his lips are swollen and he runs his tongue along the seam, getting the last traces of Mac into his mouth.
Mac spits at him.
“Now now, don’t play coy.” Nan gets close to whisper into Mac’s ear, it makes the smaller boy shiver.
“One or are you trying to start a record?” Nan heckles him.
Mac’s eyes dart across the room, landing on the gangsters again. Some look nervous but Mac has a soul crushing realization that even the ones who appear uncomfortable will do as their boss wants and will rape him.
So many men…
Or one man?
Which devil to shake hands with.
Alphas are possessive by nature, not wanting someone who has a high body count. At least the ones Mac had been forced to chat with while abroad had. Lamenting about how there are no more pure, wholesome omegas left in today’s society, instead just sluts. Ignoring the fact each of the men had wanted to get laid that night and, in the past, had boasted in immense detail about the omegas they had slept with. Mac had made no effort to hide his eye rolling.
What Mac was debating if this farce would end before each man took his turn. Mac smelled that repulsive scent off Nan. No, the alpha was twisted enough to order his men to keep going, to damn all their sensibilities. The gangster was grinning, enjoying the reality settle in the man’s eyes as he was forced to admit defeat. To drop his weapons and hope Nan would grant him mercy.
Alphas are merciless.
They are in fact the cruellest of Mother Nature’s creations.
Mac stopped looking at Nan to tilt his head ever so slightly to the left, baring a sliver of the pale skin to the gluttonous beast. Nan took one hand from his prey to signal for his subordinates to leave the squalor.
Mac knew he made the wrong decision as soon as the pair was left alone and he was tossed on to his front. Nan’s weight heavy on his back, Mac was struggling to get his chest off the mattress, needing to have a sense of personal space.
“Get away from there!” Mac snapped as Nan ran his nose over the back of his neck.
The cold tip made him hiss as did the firm grip on Mac’s peck, nails digging in to the supple flesh. The smaller wiggling like a dying fish trying to escape from a net.
“What a bossy little thing you are.” Nan said with a chuckle, Mac was amusing to him in the same way a cat found a mouse begging for its life to be.
“Do nothing but orders leave your lips? What do you sound like when you beg?” Nan pondered aloud.
Mac went to hiss out his reply but swore as his pants were torn down to his knees. Caging him more than he was seconds before.
“So pretty.” Nan’s hand went to cup his pale thigh.
*
Nan is not the type to judge an alpha based off their size. Physical strength can only get someone so far; power, wealth, connections, presence. Carry a large amount of weight. Day might favour being feared over being respected but that does not mean Nan does as well.
Those in his circle are treated well because he knows what loyalty does. The hoops someone will jump through if they think you care for them. If they care for you.
So, when Nan hears about some little alpha trying his hand at seducing Day’s new beta mate. Well, the alpha assumes it will end like everything else with Day. Someone crying in pain and bleeding on the ground.
He was a little taken back by the alpha challenger. Not just because of how pretty he is but because of the horrid synthetic alpha scent that clings to the pale pretty prey. Nan’s own olive complexion seems so dark next to the light skin.
A nice contrast as their both dressed in black.
Nan inhales the scent and knows instantly this boy isn’t an alpha.
But someone with money to waste on the expensive concoction. Having traces of sandalwood and oak in the musky stench. A less combative assault on the nostrils than what some of Nan’s own boys wear. Day might not have connected it at first but does when he sees the way Nan is smirking at the little boy.
A fake alpha.
Just a beta attempting to get another.
Day cools a little at that but a lesson still must be taught. People shouldn’t assume to steal another’s mate.
It takes Nan all of five seconds to decide how he’s going to punish the beta. Nan hasn’t had someone this cute and fun in his arms before. It would be a waste not to get to play with them. Also, if the boy is playing at being an alpha than having to submit to a real one will reck him worse than a beating.
The other should count himself lucky Nan is being swayed by his lovely face.
The beta is terrified of Nan’s men having sex with him, the head alpha sees the equal amounts of fear in his beta and omega boys. Neither group finding the idea good but Nan knows what the other will choose. He does this to tease the wannabe alpha.
To see if he can make the other sweat. To smell his fear. So far, no natural scent has graced his nose.
Nan wants to change that.
He’s going to strip away the armour around the beta until nothing is left but his true self.
He wonders what the boy looks like under all the bluster and demands, the way he will shake as Nan dismantles him. The alpha is going to enjoy his screams and the terror in those dark eyes.
The alpha is inspired to roll the other to have his chest on the bed. Over his life he’s noticed betas hate it when alphas treat them like omegas. Someone like Mac who presents himself as an alpha will loathe this position and being taken like the weaker dynamic. A little petty but very fun way to mess with the other’s head.
He likes the way Mac bucks against him. How their bodies seem to fit seamlessly together. It makes Nan lick his lips in desire.
The alpha uses his large hands to tear the other’s pants. He’s been hard since Mac was thrown to him by Day. Figuring it won’t matter the treatment of his little guest Nan goes to pull down the other’s underwear. The silky boxers feel nice under Nan’s fingers, they blend in the softness of Mac’s skin.
The polished appearance the other is prideful of.
Nan’s got a wicked grin on his face as he has an idea on how to make the other dirty. Mac must be speculating about how Nan’s going to do him. Thinks the other is going to stick it in and make him bleed. But Nan’s in the mood for Mac to be crying for a different reason.
Shame stays long after pain departs.
There is nothing an alphas’ pride themselves on than being great in bed. Nan is no exception.
Mac’s shirt is still covering his upper body, pants pulled down and Nan is itching to see what is hiding underneath the boxers. He could rip those off but he has a different idea.
“Stay.” He orders Nan. Growling into the other’s neck the word of warning.
Mac is still. His chest doesn’t move as Nan slowly inches his boxers down, a weak little growl leaves the pinned boy’s throat. The pitiful imitation of an alpha’s fierce growl. Nan gives a proper one back, showing the smaller how it is done.
It’s odd, Nan had lived his life surrounded by alphas, and betas but few have tried to growl at someone like him. His scent and aura are usually enough for someone not to challenge him. Mac is going to be so much fun to take apart. See all the little moving parts that compose the foolish brat.
Trapped on the bed with his cheeks exposed to the air, underwear pulled tight as to shield the rest of his delicate organs from Nan’s predatory gaze. The alpha delights in seeing the tiny hole. The furrowing ring of muscles that wink at him. Nan doesn’t comprehend Day’s obsession with Itt. Beta men aren’t his type. Women of any dynamic tend to get Nan hot, the bunnies at his track know this as he’s sampled all of them.
Yet here he is drooling over a beta brat. Must be something in the air.
Nan lets the spit gather in his mouth before he spits on the other. The sounds of utter disgust and offence then turn to fighting to get away from Nan. Mac cursing to be let go and Nan turns his ears off. His fingers dig into the other’s thighs to spread him.
Lips touch the now wet space and he thrusts his tongue into the tight space. Howls and growls leave Mac’s lips. The pale thighs quiver and try to crawl away from Nan’s invasive tongue. The alpha growls out his displeasure. Roughly tugging his prey closer to his wandering tongue, not wanting his feast to end. Their flavours mix. The taste of Mac and the spit of Nan, form on the alpha’s tongue creating a new flavour. The alpha finds he likes it.
Mac is squirming and panting under him, weakly protesting at the filthy actions but his hips rock lightly on the mattress. The alpha glides his hand over the sweating thighs, slipping them under the boxers, planning to see just what equipment the beta was packing. However, his hand ends up slipping further down. Missing the hard cock to land on a surprise.
The placement of his hand should have let him grasp at the other’s balls. And while he was feeling the coarse little hairs, one would have to have no comprehension on the human body to mistake the soft outer lips as testicles.
Nan lets out a noise of astonishment and Mac fights worse. He calls out for help as a large finger worms its way to feel the what had previously escaped his eyes. Nan is thinking his nose must be broken if the scent of aroused omega eluded him. Then he discovers something new.
Nan’s finger does not glide or slide over the tight folds as they had done with all the perky pit bunnies. No, Nan’s finger runs over the dry skin and rough short curls.
Mac is bone dry.
Not wet being bent forward by an alpha who wants to breed him.
Mac is not aroused by him.
That thought makes Nan see red. Nan has always been wanted by omegas. Who was Mac to look down on him? To not want him after Nan kissed and touched him.
It enraged the alpha. He flipped the boy on to his back, pants were then around one of his ankles and his underwear, the lilac silk looked like petals on the ground around the bed. Mac’s shirt was torn down the back; falling loose around his shoulders.
Nan paused to pull a condom from his back pocket. He unzipped his jeans with one harsh tug. The omega is naked on his back; legs on either side of the tall alpha’s clothed hips. His wrists are still tied together and Nan catches the heavy limbs when they tried to swing at his head. Mac is glaring and snapping at him in a frantic effort to stop the inevitable.
Nan’s large hand dwarfs Mac’s wrists. Trapping them on the bed while his other hand hoists the leg higher. Nan might not be able to smell Mac but he sure as hell is going to hear him. The alpha shoves in and Mac lets out a broken whimper and his body goes pale. Nan braces himself against the smaller boy. It’s so tight he can’t go deeper until Mac loosens up. The moisture supplied by the rubber is not enough nor anywhere similar to what Mac’s body should have been producing.
Nan has to get clever if he wants to have the moaning boy under him. He lifts the hand on Mac’s thigh to his cock. Sucking on Mac’s neck, which he noticed how protective the other is of it. The tanned man leaves dark marks on the skin, liking how they colour the pale skin. Marking Mac as his.
Nan experiments on Mac’s little member. He’s a suitable size for an omega male but compared to an alpha or even a beta the difference is obvious. But like all males, enough stimulation gets blood to flow. Mac wriggling and shifting as the heat and pleasure build. Making his strings pull tighter and tighter until they rupture. White fluid spills on Mac’s stomach and the other breathes heavily.
Shaking his head; Nan smirks at him. Whispering words of praise into the omega’s ear. He takes the other’s release and uses it to lube himself up.
The next thrust is smoother. Mac’s muscles are lax from his climax. Nan sees the omega losing his strength. The day has taken a toll on the smaller boy, the fight draining slowly from his eyes. The whines of dry lips call to Nan as he rocks his hips. Wanting to bring himself to release. He can see the marks and bruises he’s left on Mac’s skin claiming the omega as his. No one will doubt his stake once the alpha is finished.
The other will be covered in his scent and seed.
With that thought Nan howls. His semen fills the condom inside of Mac and the other closes his eyes. Nan is slow to pull himself from Mac’s body. Once he’s retracted away from the omega, he ties the condom off and zips up his jeans. Standing by the mattress; Mac rolls to his side, bringing his legs up closer to his chest. Making himself smaller.
A weak little purr rumbles from his throat. The alpha tilts his head. He is confused.
None of the boys’ purr like that. The tune is all wrong. No happy little rumbles and the chirps are completely devoid in Mac’s song.
Nan crawls back on the mattress behind Mac. Wrapping his arms around the small waist. He sees the boy’s wrists are bleeding and undoes the belt. Rubbing at the damaged skin and returning some of the blood flow.
Mac’s purring stops.
The head inches away from Nan’s nose. The alpha rumbles in displeasure.
“I hate you.” Mac tells him weakly as he drifts off to sleep.
Nan smiles as he watches the other sleep.
He gets off the sleeping boy to collect his phone from its position on the floor. The camera is finally turned off.
“Better rest up now princess because I’m not finished with you yet.” Nan promises as he leaves the room. Ready to give his report to Day.
One week Nan keeps Mac in their temporary den. Nan is the one to provide Mac food and water. He gives the other baths and if the other tries to mouth off to him; Nan fists his hair and kisses him until he can’t breathe.
Mac is not a docile omega; he does not cower but brawls and curses at Nan. Mac’s face is battered from Nan hitting him. His throat has an impression from Nan’s hand, the other paralyzing him.
Mac is laying on the bed, his legs are open as it hurts to close them. Throughout the whole week he has yet to produce slick and Nan is thinking something must be wrong with the omega. He can smell the boy’s scent, has tasted his tears.
There is nothing left of Mac to discover but the flavour of his slick.
Nan looms over the boy. The dark cutting eyes are shut, mostly dozing. The sun is high in the sky but Mac does not know this.
“Hey.” Nan calls to him, shaking his shoulder.
Mac glares from over his shoulder.
“Do you want to go home?” Nan asks him with a smirk.
The omega’s eyes widen then narrow in suspicion. There’s a question in his eyes, he’s waiting to see if this is a test.
“Get dressed and I’ll let you go.” Nan says as he gets to his feet; head high as he whistles a tune. Strolling through the house and passed his minions. Who watch him in confusion. The alpha had been extremely cheerful while his guest slept in the basement.
The ones in the kitchen witnessed the proud boy stumbling in to the room. Jeans slipping around his hips, boots are loosely tied; his shirt is staying on his shoulders by a thread, jacket being done up to hide the marks around his neck.
The skin beside his face is concealed well. The limp he is walking with is not. Mac doesn’t take one look at the food as he trails after Nan’s hulking form, he gives a weak glare to the eyes that linger on him.
Beaten but not broken.
Nan’s car is still that ugly shade of orange it was before. Making Mac’s nose scrunch up in repulsion. No way he would drive something so bold.
Red is a classic colour for a reason, orange is for those who lacked taste and respectability.
Mac gingerly sits on the leather seat, taking great care in how he bends into the passenger side, and the firm cushion under his sore butt. Nan watches him like a hawk the entire time, quietly snickering as he spots Mac hovering over the leather. He shoved him down and straps the omega in with a seatbelt. Then turned the engine on.
Speeding from the place as if they are on the track, racing an invisible car. The omega grips at the side door, holding firm in his small space. Nan’s arm is slung over the back of his seat. Casual in the approach to steal all that is Mac’s. The alpha crowds him in ways Mac didn’t think possible, not allowing Mac the privacy of space.
Mac has no idea of where they’re driving to. Or if it is a whom.
Is Nan taking him to Day?
Because this certainly is not the way to Mac’s home, not that he was asked for directions but it’s on his driver’s licence and Nan’s had his wallet the whole time.
Nan slams to a stop and Mac’s head nearly collides with the dashboard. His scent gets a strong hint of bitters. His displeasure apparent. Nan is still smirking at him.
The alpha’s scent proves his joy at Mac’s anger.
The omega looks around the empty street. They’re in the business district. Not a single house for miles.
Mac is clueless to their location.
Nan motions for Mac to get out, which he does because being on the street is safer than being trapped in a car with the devilish alpha.
“Police station is four blocks from here. If you want to make a report; I’d start walking sweetheart.” Nan says with a wink.
Mac growls, he’s going to threaten that he will do worse to the alpha when the man interrupts him to show his screen to the smaller boy.
On the small screen is a video, the pair are on the mattress together. Nan is on top of him, face in Mac’s neck doing God knows what. Nan had helpfully turned his volume up so Mac can listen to the litany of “Alpha…Alpha…Alpha.”
The title leaving Mac’s lips in moans, he has no memories of saying this to Nan or when this video could have taken place. Seconds tick by as Mac watches himself, no fighting or struggling. The stops and let goes could be interpreted as playful requests or empty words by a pair of lovers.
Nan’s eyes are triumphant at the devastation forming in Mac’s. He knows the other can’t go to the cops without his story being seen as false. A bitter hookup.
Maybe Nan will get a talking to about being a little rough but the alpha will mostly be scolded for picking someone clingy.
Mac understood this, and Nan can see it on his face.
Alphas look out for each other, especially the ones Nan keeps on his payroll.
The hurt boy slams the car door shut. The sound echoes on the vacant street.
Nan gifts the other his possessions back and laughs at the huffs of rage he gets in return.
The gangster gives him one last glance, leaning over to make sure he is heard.
“Don’t go after Itt again. Otherwise, Day won’t be so forgiving.” Nan warns the other.
He gets an eyeroll from the rejected omega.
“Itt belongs to Day. Alphas don’t share.” Nan scolds the omega; the slight drop in proud shoulders is the only sign Mac is listening to him.
“Whatever.” Mac mutters as he turns his back on Nan.
“If I see you sneaking around, I’ll post this clip and the others I have.”
Mac tenses and freezes as the words sink in. The image he had spent so long creating could be ruined by this useless thug.
“See you around pretty bird.”
The owner opens the cage and out tumbles the tiny blackbird, the one who sang songs of sadness being alone behind bars. The bird stretches his wings and weakly takes flight. Getting distance between himself and the one who tried to clip his wings.
The bird wants to seek his freedom, to forget his time under the care of the cage owner. To return to the forest where the berries are plentiful and sweet. Where his chirps can be heard for miles. The serenity of the woodlands is what the blackbird knows.
The songbird does not see the greedy crow watching him retreat. The gleam in those eyes as the shiny bird takes off. The ravenous need to hear the other again. The cunning crow knows he will see the smaller bird again.
Afterall, crows travel in groups, networking about their surroundings and sharing information on desired targets.
The little blackbird does not see the murder flowing closely behind his wings.
Crows are aggressive, they like the flavour of birds smaller than themselves. In this moment; one particular bird knows the taste of the songbird’s blood.
Mac limps off, clutching at the throbbing burn on his shoulder; his hand clutching over his mating gland.
Preview for Next Chapter
Nan walks into the kitchen of his large house. Ready to relax after a long day of tending to the cars and managing the tracks. His work life can be a little monotone at times but the alpha knows a large race is going to be happening soon and he’s getting ready for the event. For the money it will bring him.
He’s bored.
Waiting for something to happen. For someone to rebel or for Day to need another favour. The mischievous alpha wants to play. To get to do something. He’s looking for blood but doesn’t know who his next target will be.
Nan blinks as he sees the large bouquet taking up space on the island. The many finished plates of food waiting to be moved to the communal table.
In full bloom is a vibrant orange plant, the tips darker in shade. The petals pulled back to reveal the tall stems of pollen, Nan strolls closer inhaling the sweet scent. A finger runs over the delicate petals, the black specks mark the colour in his mind as beautiful instead of imperfect.
Pollen sticks to the finger tip. Making Nan smile and pull his face back.
“Hia.” A voice called to him.
Nan turns away from the flowers, seeing one of his boys standing behind the bouquet. The smaller boy fidgets with the sleeves of his shirt.
“Tune, did I give you money to buy flowers?” The alpha asks his subordinate.
Those living in Nan’s home know better than to waste the money Nan gives them on useless things. Flowers can be planted in the garden but vegetables and fruit trees are more prized. Tune one of Nan’s newer minions, hesitates before speaking.
There’s a slight stutter. A habit Nan and the rest of the gang is trying to break him of.
“The auntie whose car we fixed…she brought them to say thank you.” Tune rushes out, not wanting the alpha to get impatient with him.
Nan nods along, attention once again on the orange flower.
Tune looks at the alpha who helped him off the street. Seeing the small smile form on his face as he breathes in the fresh cut flowers.
“Tiger lilies have such a pretty smell.” Tune says quietly, reaching out to gather the plates he had cooked earlier.
“Yes…they do. It’s a bold flower.” Nan finds himself saying as he thinks it has been a month since he last saw and smelt a tiger striped cat.