Assume Theres A Daddy In It

You’re being dragged behind Lucy. You’re tied together like two cows being dragged through the hot wasteland.

“Sir. Please” Lucy tries to reason but the cowboy isn’t having it, he won’t let you drink, won’t let you stop or eat. You watch the sun slowly setting and the cold chill of the night creeping in quickly in the wasteland. Your legs hurt, you haven’t had your medication, your hips hurt your legs are cramping up.

“Rest ‘ere” he tugs you both into a semi sheltered ruined house. You collapse. Groaning softly as you try to sit cross legged. Lucy helps you the best she can in her binds.

“Can you untie us please. She needs her medication otherwise she won’t be able to go on” Lucy says trying to sound demanding in the situation. The cowboy grunts and sits down on a dusty old couch.

“Sir please! She needs her pain meds and a stimulant or she’ll collapse!” She snaps and you grimace at her loud tone. Four barks by you before lying her head on your thigh. The cowboy ignores you both, getting out his gun and cleaning it. You lean against Lucy heavily, body trembling, body hurting, muscles cramping. Lucy continues to argue, you watch the strangers jaw get tighter and tighter before he snaps. He growls and your body lights up, he grabs you and you can’t do much but stumble over. He snatches your pack and digs through it pulling out a medication box.

“What ones?” He drawls out annoyed.

“One blue one, two oranges, one small white” you say exhausted. He grabs them in his gloves and you grimace at the look of them. He grabs your water bottle too. He puts the water on the couch, walks over to you, grabs your jaw tightly forcing your mouth open. Your eyes meet his and he falters, you can’t see him well in the dark, but his eyes stare at yours. He drops the pills on your tongue and makes you drink. It’s humiliating being forced to take your medications like that. Then being shoved back to Lucy who tries to help you.

It’s the same. For the next day. You walk non-stop, your mouth is dry, your stomach grumbles and hurts. Your legs feel like two weights of concrete, Lucy isn’t any better, she’s slowing down, eyes a little hollow, lips chapped. There’s something clawing on the back of your mind. You need to find somewhere safe, need to set up a comfortable bed, lots of pillows and blankets, need to help your sister get better. There’s another part too, one that involves the stranger, bringing him into your safe place, making sure he’s safe and cared for. It’s stupid, this cowboy has done nothing but harm and wronged you both, why the hell is there an itch in the back of your mind that’s wanting that?

That night you sit down with Lucy again. Her head rests on your shoulder and you glare at the cowboy hat on the strangers head.

“Talk to me” Lucy mutters and you feel yourself sadden.

“You remember when we were little? And we’d go out into the corn fields and we’d play hide and seek, only problem was dad could never find us and had to use the PA system to make us come out?” You speak softly. Lucy chuckles then coughs a bit, the stranger has both your packs by him.

“And Norm would never come out because he hated playing it” Lucy adds and you chuckle tears in your eyes.

“Everyone was so…” she trails off and you just nod.

The next day you pass some run down buildings, you hear a growl and a voice snarling.

“My name is Roger!” You frown and watch as the cowboy slows and looks to the building. He says nothing, just drags you and Lucy into the buildings. You see someone like him, no nose, same skin only a little paler.

“Hey!” He says happily his voice raspy before he growls.

“My name is Roger!” He snarls and snaps before focusing again.

“Hey Roger” the cowboy says slowly walking closer while you and Lucy stand away.

“Say, you have any vials on you? You know I’m good for it?” Roger asks.

“All out” the cowboy reply’s shooting you both a glare. You frown in response.

“Damn. You might want to get your smooth friends out of here then” he snarls and twitches repeating the phrase of his name. You glance at Lucy, but she doesn’t know what’s going on either.

“You remember apple pie and ice cream?” The cowboy suddenly says and Roger laughs though it sounds like a wheeze.

“Every Sunday evening! Smelling-“ bang. You flinch, watch as he goes limp, head blown off.

“Why did you do that he was sick!” Lucy yells and you turn away hoping your food stays in your stomach.

“He was turnin’ “ cowboy reply’s and you hear shuffling behind you.

“Now you’re taking his things?!” Lucy exclaims.

“Beggars cain’t be choosers” he mutters.

“Vaultie” he snaps and you tense turning back around. He grunts and continues before flipping the man over. You grimace and look away again. You focus on the wall till he pulls a knife out and starts carving flesh off his backside. You’re gone you turn and throw up.

“You-“ Lucy can’t even speak.

“Fellas gotta eat” he says like it’s the most simply thing before you hear an exaggerated slurp that implies he just ate that strip. You throw up again.

After yesterday you eye him wearily, surely it isn’t that bad up here... you can’t ponder to much your legs feel wrong. Hips aching, spine barely holding your body up. You trail behind Lucy and the stranger trails behind you. You catch him drinking every now and then from your canteen before coughing. He’s coughing an awful lot, deep angry coughs that sound like they hurt.

“Sir” Lucy calls but he ignores her, making sure to drink the last drop. You want to hit him, want to get angry and just give him a punch. Your pip-boy starts beeping and you see a broken metal thing to the side and water in pooling in it. The cowboy fills up his canteen with it and drinks it. Your mouth dries more and you watch Lucy collapse by it.

“Lucy-“ she sips from it and you grimace.

“Now you’re gettin’ it” the stranger says before coughing again violently. Lucy’s off. It takes you a minute to process she’s actually ran before you jolt and run after her. You don’t get very far, a lasso going around your body and jolting you onto the ground. You groan in pain, the wind knocked out of you.

“Get back ‘ere Vaultie!” You see Lucy falter and stop.

“Lucy go!” You shout.

“Don’t” you hear his threat and the cock of the gun. You make a noise, pitiful, broken and upset. It makes his steps falter.

“Idiots” he snarls.

He’s stepped over you and for some reason you fight. You kick him, right in the groin he groans knee buckling. He glares at you and you begin to struggle he puts his hand around your neck, you see Lucy charge at him, but he’s quicker, gun aiming at her with a sneer sending off a warning shot. You struggle more, which makes him struggle he points the gun at you and you make an angry noise. His hand goes to your mouth instead, probably to cut off your airflow again, but you grab his finger. You watch his eyes go wide as you bite down and bite it off. He doesn’t scream in pain or even remotely get distracted even as you spit it out onto the dust.

“Little killer ain’t ya?” He smirks. Leaving you uncertain and the taste of blood in your mouth.

He drags you again. All the way to another building, this one more intact. There’s an intercom standing outside and the cowboy presses the button.

“Transaction” he says.

“What would you like to trade?” A happy voice calls through.

“Four months supples of vials in exchange for two mint condition females” he says coughing a bit. You tense as does Lucy. He’s selling you.

“You can’t sell us!” Lucy exclaims.

“Condition must be assessed. Send them in!” The happy voice reply’s. He untied you both before he cocks his gun and gestures it for you to go in.

“Sir please” Lucy tries one more time. You nudge her, the cowboy is deranged. Lucy hesitates but goes inside. The building is strange like an old amusement scene.

“What the fudge?” Lucy says and your head snaps seeing a robot.

“Fudge? There is no fudge here. Just your friendly robot snip-snips, now you two appear to be women, one beta and one omega. Come now!” The robots voice is happy.

“You have to help us that man out there sold us!” She says following him, and you follow her.

“Indeed he did. But you’re safe here!” The robot says happily. He leads you further into the building, there’s a tugging at your chest, you glance to the door before following silently. You notice two men sitting on the couch, dazed and watching TV. As well as people in the fridges, some looking like the cowboy.

“Let’s check you both over” the robot leads you into a room and sits Lucy on the gurney.

“Now let’s take a look show we. Yes indeed. You are quite the specimen!” The robot says.

“I thought this place was a sex slave house” she breathes a bit in relief.

“What? Of course not. I’m merely going to harvest your organs!” He says happily and you freeze. He injects Lucy suddenly and she goes limp. You grab the closest thing to you and begin swinging. It’s a metal tray, attacking a robot is harder than it looks. You manage to knock him down and slap the daylights out of him in a rage. Once you stop, the robot is twitching and has electrical sparks going off him. You pant a bit, gosh that was so violent. You swallow a hit and go to Lucy. She wakes up a while later, those men outside didn’t even come and check.

“Lucy, come on!” You whisper urgently as she comes to.

“What?” She groans.

“I uh, attacked the robot?” You grimace a bit and she looks raising an eyebrow before smiling a bit.

“Let’s look around” she says. You find another injector gun. You also find some Abaraxos, highly poisonous. You grab a surgeons knife and leave the door. Lucy aims the gun at the two men and they don’t seem to be shocked. Perhaps a raised brow but that’s it. They just freeze.

“Let them go” she nods to the freezers.

“What?” One of them asks.

“The ones in freezers let them go!” She demands letting off a warning shot. The liquid quickly melting the couch they’re sitting on.

“Ok! Geez” the man says and presses a button.

“Go! You’re free!” You urge them out quickly. One says thank you and they all rush off.

“The others!” Lucy snaps.

“Miss those ones-“ one starts.

“Now!” Lucy snaps. He presses another button. The doors open, they don’t leave though.

“My name is Martha” you hear and frown watching a woman come closer, an unsettling feeling lingering in your stomach.

“Lucy” you whisper.

“My name is Martha” the woman snarls before the others charge. Adrenaline kicks in, shots go off and you’re suddenly struggling with what feels like a zombie from the old movies. You scream in shock, suddenly on the floor with one of those things on top of you. You hear those two men shout and the gross sounding sound of flesh ripping. More shots ring off. You watch the one on top of you go limp and lift your head a bit. The cowboys there, stumbling before collapsing. It goes eerily quiet before Lucy pushes the zombie off you. You thank her and look to the cowboy. Lucy looks at him too before you walk off.

“Were they… like you?” You ask and he nods his breathing coming out in short gasps.

“Why did they attack” you ask and he groans weakly. Your hands twitch a bit and suddenly you’re rolling him onto his back and putting his head in your lap. You rest his hat on his chest and you’re questioning yourself. Up close and without his hat you can study him. His hazel eyes staring into yours with shock and anger despite his limp body. Your hand is by his head, fingers near touching his skin.

“Lucy he said vials” you call she nods and begins rummaging. You swallow a bit.

“You’re not very nice” you whisper and he manages a weak glare.

“These?” Lucy walks over with strange vials filled with an orange clear liquid. You watch his eyes flick and you can tell they’re the ones. You take one, uncap it and hesitate. He manages a weak snarl.

“I give you this, you promise not to be mean?” You ask and you watch him roll his eyes arm twitching like he wants to grab it.

“We can help each other” you say eyes narrowing. While Lucy calls your name.

“We need to find the head” she says.

“And he could help us!” You say.

“He’s tried to kill us more than once and he ate someone!” She exclaims back.

“I-“ you can’t argue with that.

“I’ll give him half ok, and then we’ll leave. We can’t leave him here to die” you say looking back down at him. He opens his mouth weakly and you pour half the contents in before placing it beside him. you hold his head gently and move. You rest it on the floor and stand awkwardly.

“Come on” Lucy says. You follow her out giving him one last glance, an ache in your chest again. Outside your packs are there, you grab them and head off following Lucy’s tracker.

Notes:

Somehow Lucy ended up agreeing to escort the man to Maldaver. Said he was your bargaining chip to get your father back. He doesn’t look like much though. Perhaps he has an excellent education, or is just more well mannered than the rest of this world which makes him valuable. His dog walks beside you. Her steps high as she just stares up at you. She’s right on your hip, big brown eyes and tongue hanging out. Kinda reminds you of you Lucy.

“Uh, sir I don’t mean to be rude but does your dog have to um… cling?” You ask, you’re finding it hard to walk with her glued to your side.

“Four come” he clicks his finger once and she goes to him instead making you relax a bit but also miss the furry warmth. You walk for a while in the desert, the mans limping slower and slower and you’re starting to get worried.

“Here will do” he suddenly says and collapses by some broken steel.

“Woah…sir!” Lucy kneels by him as he takes out a small vial with a shaking hand.

“Plan B. Only humane thing vault ever made” Lucy tenses and you frown sitting by him.

“Tastes like bananas, it’s easier than one of you killing me” you take it from his hand as his hand goes limp briefly. You read it. It’s poison, suicide poison. You flinch and look at Lucy who panics as well.

“Sir-“ she’s cut off by him pulling out a saw.

“you just need my head” he says.

“What?” Lucy try’s to keep her voice natural but it heightens in pitch a bit.

“For Maldaver. My body’s gone but my head you can take” he hands her the saw.

“You can change the world you two MacLean” you stare in shock. You didn’t tell him your name. By the look on Lucy’s face she didn’t ever. He goes limp eyes hollow and loosing life. It’s eerie to watch. Four whines, lies her head on his lap before barking and running off.

“What, hey four!” You call but she’s gone. Lucy stares at the saw then back at you.

“No” you say.

“We have to” she says.

“No we don’t have to cut his head off!” You stand up and pace.

“We don’t have a choice we need to get dad back!” You stands too saw in hand.

“Lucy you want to cut a man’s head off!” You yell.

“I don’t want to! But we need to!” She snaps back and you groan shaking your head. She starts it and your stomach drops.

“No, Lucy no!” It’s too late. She mutters an Okey Dokey and starts hacking. You throw up nearby the sound is horrible. Sickening crack of metal going through bone heavens above. Once she’s done you can’t look at her or the head. You walk ahead and pray she follows.

You make camp for the night. She studies the head and you try to keep your food ration down.

“What makes you so special” she mutters to herself.

“Lucy he’s a head” you grumble.

“I know that!” She grumbles back. You shake your head and cover your eyes with your arm. You wonder where four went, hopefully she’ll be ok on her own. Lucy hisses in pain and you frown moving your arm and looking at her. She poked his neck a little zap shoots out. She looks at you and you raise an eyebrow.

“Keeping his secrets then” she jokes and you roll your eyes putting your arm back over your eyes. Man your body hurts. All this stupid walking. You’re gonna run out of stimulants soon that keep your muscles from hurting go much then failing. Hopefully you find your dad quickly and then you can go back to the vault and your nice bed.

After your sleep you both walk for a while. Coming across a beautiful blue lake with ruined white buildings.

“Pity” Lucy mutters both your Pip-boys going haywire with rads. You walk closer to the green weeds and see a fawn. Tiny, delicate so unlike anything you’ve seen so far. Lucy beams and you smile holding out some grass for it, but it seems intent on smelling you. Its fur is a little rough but also soft at the same time, its ear turning each way listening. I shuffles to eat again before it’s suddenly snatched and lets out a horrified sound. You yelp, fall backward before whatever jumped out grabs Lucy.

“Lucy!” You shout. You see the creature, but and ugly and strange pinkish colour. It’s got Lucy’s boot. You kick it, sort of, it’s slimy, but it does the trick it lets Lucy’s boot go and slides back before charging again.

“The head!” You call but it’s too late, the creature snatches it and disappears back into the water.

“Fudge!” Lucy yells and scrambles after it coming to a small jetty dock.

“I put a tracker in it” she says quickly and you frown wondering how she put a tracker in a head but you don’t question. You watch it go on the pip-boy deeper into the water.

“Double fudge!” She stamps her foot. You hear a bark behind you and turn, as you turn though there’s a rope going around your body and tugging you. You fall on the ground unceremoniously and groan in pain, on top of that you’re dragged on the dirt.

“Let my sister go!” Lucy yells aiming her injector gun.

“Now, we both that ain’t gon’ do nothing darlin’ ” you freeze. Above you is the strange cowboy and you’re currently lying at his feet bound by rope. For some reason, you blame being exposed out here to long, you like it. You want to nuzzle into his legs and breathe him in. You’re going to hell, what is wrong with you, he’s not even a man! You think. You can smell his scent again, it’s so much closer, so much more potent and… strange? He smells like chemicals, dust, leather and cigars. The chemicals make you stop, your nose flares and you breathe him in deeper. It isn’t suppressants, something different. You can’t place his presentation, everyone in vault 33 was exclusively suppressed and to act like betas, so everyone acted and said they were betas. You knew you were an omega though, but you were more like a beta with the vault suppressants. You never really did know about the differences between alpha, beta and omegas. Only from what the books and teachers told you.

“Let her go please” Lucy try’s again. You should be fighting and squirming but you’re not.

“She ain’t complainin’ or fightin’ “ you hear him say sarcastically and you glare.

“She can’t fight!” Lucy defends and you’re slightly offended, but she’s right.

“That so?” He looks down at you and you hold your breath. Dark eyes staring down at you, his hat tipping forward with the movement. You tremble a bit you realise, at least your body recognises danger. You feel a weight on you and a soft whimper. You lift your head a bit and see four lying over your chest.

“What the hell?” The cowboy mutters.

“She’s trained for medical situations” Lucy says still holding her ground.

“Medical situations?” The cowboy quizzes as he takes a deep breath. You wonder if he can smell with no nose.

“Shit” you hear him whisper.

“Stay” he grumbles at you and your whole body complies, not like you can move anyway with the rope and a dog. He’s walking away you hear grunting and the thud of Lucy hitting the ground.

“Lucy!” You panic.

“Don’t you dare move Darlin’ “ same tone as before, same one that makes you comply too easily. Tears fill your eyes, your shaking worsens. Four whimpers softly above you nudging your hand, but you can’t move, can’t pet her to calm down.

“Please” you manage out through gasping breaths. You hear a curse and an annoyed noise.

“What you beggin’ for?” He grunts out annoyed.

“Let me move” you say panicking.

“What?” You hear silence.

“Let me move please, I need…” you can’t breathe. Your hands shaking violently eyes glossing over.

“To pat the dog. Let me move my hand” you beg. You hate how weak you feel right now, but you can’t stop it. You hear a groan, Lucy and your heart stutters more, she’s alive. She’s ok. Your sister is ok. She calls your name.

“Lucy” you call back in a breathless panic.

“You’re ok, I’m ok” she says a little slurred but she quickly catches on.

“Just move, pat the dog. She’ll keep you calm. I’m ok” Lucy says.

“I can’t” you all but sob.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Her voice is kind, even with the rustling and grunting happening. it sounds like he’s tying her up.

“His tone” you say and there’s a beat of silence and a soft curse.

“Darlin’ move” you hear the southern drawl and breathe in relief. You quickly pat four, your breathing slows and your heart calms.

“Sir what are you doing? What did you to do her?!” Lucy is angry again, but you’re just focusing on the feel of Fours fur.

“I ain’t done- doesn’t matter where’s the fuckin’ head!” He demands her.

“Gone! I lost it ok!” Lucy laughs, but it’s a little hysterical.

“Something snatched it, look!” She yells. Slowly. You sit up. Four moves your lap and you see Lucy on her knees a bruise forming around her eyebrow. She shows him her Pip-boy.

“Gulper?” he mutters to himself and looks around.

“Gulper got it” he grabs Lucy again and forces her up.

“Hey!” You finally find your voice and go to stand. He aims a gun at you though and you freeze. You don’t move, and four snarls.

“Ok” you swallow nervously. He ties Lucy up to the winch.

“What are you doing? You can’t torture us we don’t have the head” you say trying to keep yourself steady.

“I ain’t torturin’ you” the cowboy says.

“Then what are you doing?” Lucy frowns and asks.

“Usin’ you as bait” she suddenly dunks her into the water face first. You hear her thrash and scream and go to move, his gun going right to you again.

“I ain’t talkin’ to you, but you move and I will shoot you” he says not even looking at you. You glare at him hoping he can feel your gaze. He pulls her up and she gasps.

“Sir, please this is wrong!” She gasps before she’s dunked back under again. You watch helpless, you’re no use to your sister dead. You don’t want four to get shot either.

“Sir please let us go!” He ignores you and somehow that’s worse than the gun on you. He lifts Lucy up again and suddenly you hear a loud gurgle and see the creature from before on the jetty. It’s got her boot again and this time it takes it swallowing it. Lucy grunts and fights, managing to knock the cowboy back, grabbing his pack and swinging it. You finally move, as does Four. The dog bites the creatures foot while you grab Lucy’s injector gun and shoot the creature. It does nothing. You falter and suddenly the cowboy is stabbing the creature in the head. It cries out, it’s a horrid sound inhuman and raspy before it disappears. The cowboy snarls, grabs his saddle bags and opens a tin. You grab Lucy and drag her off the jetty before collapsing beside her holding her tightly as you both pant heavily. The cowboy shouts and snarls making you flinch.

“Gulpers digest real slow” he mutters. He aims his gun again and points it at you both.

“Get up” he orders.

“Sir please” Lucy begs as you help her stand.

“Don’t you know about the golden rule!” She cries and your arms tighten around her while the cowboy scoffs.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” she says and he just snarls.

Lucy’s plan was rough at worst. It was a good plan in the sense that most people in vault 33 wouldn’t suspect conspiring and someone wanting to get out. You packed two bags. Rations, water, blankets, some stimpaks and suppressants. When the day came to leave you couldn’t help the anxiety flooding your system as you went up the elevator with Norm, Chet and Lucy to the main vault entrance. You stare at it a bit, it’s bigger than the ones in the actual vaults. Chet is talking to Lucy and Norman has the ever stoic face that Norman has.

“We’ll be fine” you try to offer and he raises an eyebrow.

“Right” you sigh. He surprises you by giving you a hug. You smile and hug him back he’s rarely the affectionate type so you’ll take it.

“Be safe” he mumbles and you nod. You’re distracted by a thump and frown as Chet now lies in the floor limp.

“He was gonna come with us” Lucy defends Norm just shakes his head and you snort a bit. The alarms blare as the door begins to open.

“Shit. We better hurry up” Norman says and you look seeing the elevator gone. Your hand clenches as you wait for the whole sequence. It’s loud and obnoxious and not helping your anxiety one bit. As they open you’re blinded by a bright light. You all shield your eyes before Lucy walks across the platform.

“Stop right there!” You hear and glance back seeing Betty, Reg and Woody.

“You don’t know how dangerous it is out there!” Woody says.

“We have to find our dad” Lucy says standing a little straighter. Betty’s mouth opens and closes. Reg and Woody begin arguing. You nudge Lucy forward and she takes a deep breath.

“Okey dokey” she says.

The surface is… not what you expected. Then again you didn’t know what to expect. There’s sand and rubble everywhere. Bones and destroyed things. There’s an ocean nearby, the waves crashing against the beach. The smell is different. Salty, slightly acrid. Lucy started walking, head held high. You followed her, less enthused and back slightly hunched.

You walk. And walk. And walk. Gosh darn this girl can just walk and walk. You love your sister but gee whiz can she just take five minutes.

“Lucy” you call panting.

“Yeah?” She turns happily then freezes.

“Oh no! Oh gosh I’m sorry! Quick, here, let’s rest” she quickly ushers you into a nearby ruin. She scours the joint before finding a dust old couch and she forces you to sit on it. She grabs your water bottle and some pain medication and a slight stimulant to keep your muscles from crashing. You thank her quietly and sigh as your heart finally starts beating at a normal rate.

“I’m so sorry” she looks at you with guilty eyes and you huff at her tugging her to sit by you.

“You just got excited” you joke and rest your head on her shoulder.

“A little” she huffs.

“A lot” you correct and she chuckles before resting her head on yours.

“It’s so… weird? Being up here” she says looking around the broken down bomb ruined lounge room.

“Weird is one word” you agree.

“it’s so dusty” she complains and you laugh softly.

“What’d you expect?” You tease and she huffs.

“I don’t know!” You can feel her rolling her eyes. You can feel the stimulant and pain meds kick in. A warm buzz going through your body.

“I think I’m good now” you say.

“You sure?” She quizzes and you nod.

“I’m gonna check this house. You rest five more minutes” she orders and you smile.

That night you settle down. Lucy making a fire as you eat some rations. You put your blankets together and lie down looking at the sky.

“Real stars” she says in awe and you nod smiling. You’re interrupted, patter of feet? You yelp suddenly as there’s a wet tongue on your face.

“How odd” you jolt at the voice Lucy sitting upright while you’re suddenly being laid on by a dog?

“Sir” Lucy says greeting but also warning. You’re confused a dog? A real dog is lying half on your chest. It begins to lick your hand and you begin petting it hesitantly.

“You should know better then to light fires at night” he adds and you finally look at him. Older fellow, clean and in a suit. Round glasses on his face.

“You have some medical problems don’t you?” His eyes look at you. You hesitate glancing to Lucy who gives you a small shrug.

“Some” you agree.

“Pressure therapy, four was taught many medical situations” he nods to the dog.

“Four?” The dog perks its head up and barks before jumping off you with a growl. You hear a sickening crunch and snarl and sit up seeing Four drag over something.

“Cockroaches. They didn’t just survive, they evolved. Large enough to eat prey ten times bigger than themselves. They hunt in packs too” your stomach churns uncomfortably at his words. That was a cockroach and the dog was currently eating it. You wanted to be sick.

“You should go home” he stands tipping his hat and whistling, summoning four and leaving you with a dead cockroach.

When morning comes you walk on some more having not slept well last night. Lucy’s face was off once you left the house. You had quizzed about it but she just smiled it off. You wonder what she saw. You come across a less ruined house and see a figure moving and hear it banging on something metal. Lucy grabs her injector gun and you tense up a bit. You slowly approach and you notice it’s a man. You blink in surprise that anyone is actually up here.

“Hi!” Lucy calls and you slap her arm gently making her huff and give you a look before turning back to the man.

“Oh… hey there, now I, I ain’t got no weapons on me” he holds his hands up. You get closer. He’s dirty, dressed in an old white singlet that isn’t so white anymore and some makeshift diaper thing?

“Oh, that’s good! Sorry we just need directions” she puts her gun away but you stay weary eyeing the man as you both meet at the gate.

“Directions?” He asks.

“Yeah, would you like some water?” She asks and hands over her canteen.

“Lucy-“ you whisper a bit, but it’s too late. He’s gulping it down.

“Uh wait- sir I need… that” she trails off.

“Someone hands you clean water you ought to drink it. Thank you” he wipes his mouth and hands her back the empty can.

“Anyway. Have you seen a group pass through? A older aged woman and older aged man accompanied by raiders?” She asks.

“Hm, not many people come through. Probably better off going to Filly” he points over the hill.

“What’s Filly?” She asks.

“Town” he responds and your eyebrows raise.

“Never been though” he adds.

“You’ve never been over that hill?” Lucy tilts her head.

“No. Brothers died there. Cousins, aunts, uncles” you both tense at his words.

“Oh… that’s. I’m sorry for your loss” Lucy forces a smile.

“Thank you” the man says.

“Alright well enjoy your day” Lucy cuts the conversation off and you sigh in relief.

“Wait! Don’t go!” He grabs your arm and you tense.

“Sir. Please let my sister go” Lucy says hand on her injector gun.

“You could stay here. Invest in all this I’ll be dead soon!” He lets you go thankfully and you both start walking off quickly.

“He seemed nice” Lucy beams and you raise an eyebrow at her.

The so called town of Filly is a junkyard. Strange people and stranger smells. Radroach meat? Dog meat? You shudder a bit and follow closely behind Lucy ignoring the looks you’re getting. Gosh the smells. It smells like something acidy, chemicals, dust, death and grime. You enter the town through a steel pipe under a wall of broken cars. There’s so many people here. Funny and strange people, but people. Chatting, talking, bargaining, selling. There’s even a two headed cow that walks by. Your eyes are wide as you take everything it. It’s a little nerve wracking, the smells make your head spin. The vault was so clean and unsmelling. Out here it was wild, and a hurricane. You catch a brief scent that makes your steps falter, you glance around and frown but nothing catches your eyes. You sigh and shake your head following Lucy into the run down store. An older woman sitting there with white hair done up messily.

“Holy fuck” she looks at you both and you blink a bit at her mouth.

“Not one but two fucking vaulties! Hah thought you were all dead” she laughs but it sounds ragged and breathless making you grimace.

“Barv come here! Fuck that’s something” she continues.

“We’re looking for a woman middle aged. Goes by Maldaver” Lucy smiles. The woman’s face falls quickly and you tense up.

“Never mind Barv!” She yells and you hear grumbling from the next room making you peer but see no one.

“Fuck off. Go back to your home vaulties” she snaps laughter gone. You frown and she raise an eyebrow at you and you look away, you can’t control your face emotions sometimes…all the time.

“Please, where looking for our father. She has him!” Lucy begs.

“Get out! Go home” she waves you off as a familiar face walks in. The man from before and his dog four trots in going to a bowl on the ground you just notice. You smile a bit at the dog and its enthusiasm to eat.

“I see you didn’t listen to my advice” he says to you shaking his head like a disappointed father.

“Where looking for our father he’s with a woman named Maldaver” Lucy says and he freezes.

“You the client?” The lady speaks up and ignores you both and shoo’s you out forcing you out the store. You huff softly while Lucy protests but she’s busy with the new man. You stand outside arms crossed over your chest.

“Say here now, You wouldn’t happn’ to be a doctor?” You hear a heavily accented southern drawl come from behind you. It makes your body tense then relax, makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, makes something you don’t know stir. You turn around, you see a dusty cowboy outfit, hear the soft ‘shink’ of spurs on his boots. See the band holder across his chest, the belt and gun holders. The rifle on his back and the cowboy hat covering his face. He walks closer, slowly confident, he lifts his head and you can’t help but gasp. He has no nose, that’s what you notice first then the fact that his skin is tinged a reddish orange, his skin looks like scared leather.

“I’m in need of dire healin’ “ his lips twitch a bit showing yellow teeth. You take a small breath you catch a scent, leather, dust and something spicy.

“Your kind ain’t welcome here!” The woman sneers.

“Well now, ain’t that rude” he says sarcastically. A shot goes off. It’s loud makes you jump and scream, hands covering your ears quickly. You stupidly look at the damage. The man’s foot is gone, flesh and blood dangling. You turn away body tensing up. You don’t even notice Lucy ducking into the shop.

“1000 caps to whoever kills the bastard!” You hear and then more shots. You cry and cover your ears, you never liked loud noises. Which is why you always avoided the shooting range. You hear a low growl and grunt and suddenly you’re being shoved. You stumble landing on your front, you realise you’ve been pushed into cover though. You scramble and quickly go into the shop to join Lucy. She’s looking over a book.

“Lucy!” You call.

“Look she was here!” She says pointing to the book ignoring the gun fire.

“Lucy there’s shooting happening!” You snap at her.

“That woman knows something and that man!” She says grabbing her injector gun.

“Lucy no!” You panic. The shooting dies down a little before she goes out. You follow her hesitantly. You see the strange cowboy standing there. The woman on the ground with a wound in her leg. You go to move to her.

“Uh-uh. Stay right there sweetheart” your body freezes. Something in his tone forces your body to listen. You cannot physically move. Your eyes snap to the strange cowboy with no nose, he’s looking at Lucy though who has just shot him. He doesn’t even falter.

“Well now that-“ he pulls the syringe and tossss it.

“Was a small dose in a big pile o’ drugs” he finishes.

“I must ask you to stop. Again” she says holding her ground while you’re trying to get your body to listen. He tilts his head sneering a bit before a static voice calls out.

“She said stop Ghoul” your eyes widen as you see a knight fly in landing on the wooden platform. The strange cowboy turns around tsking and you feel yourself being grabbed and dragged inside.

“Barv! We need a new foot!” The woman shouts. You avoid looking at the man not wanting to puke.

“Please you both know something. Help us” Lucy does the talking while you stand by the window watching the knight and the cowboy fight. Somethings wrong with you, or him, you can’t figure out why your body just seized up. How when you caught that scent you felt a tension then a calm like you were safe in this scary place. Why right now you’re wanting to go out there and stop the fighting. You watch the cowboy be thrown into the stairs and your whole body tenses in pain. It’s different from your condition, this is the need and ache to do something. You hear your name being called though and force yourself away from the window a lingering feeling in your chest.

A vibration and soft ping on your Pip-boy stirs you from nap. Your mind foggy arm lifting heavily as you look at the lit up screen and green letters.

‘Congratulations, you’ve been accepted to the marriage mart!’

You blink, reread it again to make sure you’re not imagining things. Your door bursts open and a an all too happy Lucy comes in with big brown eyes and a bigger grin. She holds up her Pip-Boy reading the same message as she rushes over and plops down on the bed beside you.

“We’re getting married!” She says excitedly and you frown.

“Well not us together, I mean someone from vault 32!” She adds happily kicking her feet. It’s too early for this. It’s the afternoon, but, it’s too early for this.

“Oh come on! It’s exciting!” She groans when you don’t react like she wants. You sigh at her dramatics. For a Beta she’s always high in emotions.

“Thought you were the calm the one?” You tease before yawning and stretching.

“Were you napping?” She looks guilty quickly.

“It’s ok, the notification woke me up” she relaxes a bit at your words and nods.

“So?” She drags on wiggling her eyebrows.

“So what?” You poke her cheek making her laugh.

“What do you think! Marriage! Ugh I’m so excited, finally able to do something other than cousin stuff!” She rolls on her back and sighs heavily.

“Lucy as much as I admire your healthy sexual appetite and willingness to discuss it, I don’t wanna know” you snort out shaking your head.

“Oh come on, you can’t judge me, you won’t even look a man!” She exclaims.

“Have you seen the men here?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well… I mean, Chet’s handsome” she says and you raise an eyebrow.

“He’s also thicker than these vault walls” you say and she gasps and slaps you making you giggle.

“He is a nice male!” She rolls her eyes.

“And you always come back telling me how boring he is” you point out making her groan.

“Doesn’t matter, what matters is we’re getting married!” She jumps up making you sigh, too much energy.

“Come on let’s go tell Dad!” She drags you out of bed gently, always mindful in her over eagerness, it makes you smile softly as you let her drag you out of your room and to your dad’s overseer office.

Once there your father beams at you both, opening his arms and hugging you both tightly.

“Ah my big grown girls” he sighs and kisses both your foreheads.

“So tell me how do you feel?” He grins mainly looking at Lucy. Your stomach clenches a bit, but you ignore it, Lucy was always the favourite child, eager, bright, happy, willing, the perfect child. Norman less so, and you, well you got the worst end of the stick. Ever since you were born you’d been a problem, health wise anyway, plus a natural born omega you spent more time in the clinic than you did anywhere else. It was easier before, when your mother was alive and able to help you through things. Your dad… well he was less inclined to help his disabled omega daughter and focus on his beta children. You listen to Lucy’s excitement, nodding or agreeing slightly to seem in the conversation. Truth be told, you’re terrified.

You stand at the vault gate, the numbers 32 blocked on there. Chet fumbles, he loves Lucy even though it’s a well known rule about cousins to not form relationships. Lucy consoles him, ever the good daughter, looking pretty in her wedding dress. What did you get? A vault suit, a slightly cleaner one. You’re not angry, maybe a little bit, your wedding day, you somehow imagined it better than this and wearing some form of white instead of blue and yellow. At least your make ups done and your hair looks nice. The alarm rings and the gate slides open with a loud noise. Vault 32 overseer steps in, an older woman with dark hair.

“Welcome to vault 33 I am overseer Hank Maclean” your father introduces. The woman smiles and nods.

“Overseer Maldaver” she nods.

“We’re so sorry to hear what happened to the previous overseer and your crops, as promised we bring you grain” he gestures to the boxes.

“Thank you, in exchange we provide you with two breeders” two men walk out. One with an easy smile and brown hair, the other with a stern look and shaved head. They’re not… unattractive, just, different. Lucy forces a smile.

“Hi. I’m Lucy” she greets ever with a beaming smile.

“Monty” the easy going smile man nods. The bald headed man looks you up and down and you swallow a bit finding yourself taking a hesitant step back. A hands on your back, your father there to stop you from escaping as he introduces you.

“Gordon” the man grunts. You take a shaky breath, there scents are weird, no normal suppressed medicated betas, this is different, stronger, alphas? There’s very few alphas in the vault due to domination issues. Now that you focus the overseer smells like an alpha too, different as well.

“Shall we?” Your father beams.

Lucy goes first. Exchanging vows, kissing her husband. Then you, with less excitement and an awkward kiss that makes you want to throw up. There’s dancing, music and jello cake. It should be perfect. Vault 32 is a little weird, you notice none of them have their scents suppressed, is it different in vault 32? It’s a requirement in vault 33 avoiding unwanted smells and instincts that come with designations. Cant have a bunch of omegas getting emotional and nesty as your father says. You sit and listen to Lucy as she chats with her new husband, asking some rather private questions that make you choke on your jello cake while she just shrugs. When you dance you try to not freeze on the spot, his hands are big, rough and uncomfortable, his scent is like dirt and off leather? You can’t place it. It isn’t nice.

“Show me our house” it isn’t a question, there’s no please or thank you just a gruff demand. You nod awkwardly and notice Lucy is already gone. You glance at your father who gives you a thumbs up before you’re awkwardly leading Gordon to your newly assigned home. Everything is new and smells like cleaner. There’s a gift basket on the table.

“This is it” you shrug awkwardly. Gordon grunts walks in and starts eating.

“Well I’m gonna freshen up” you chuckle nervously and rush to the bathroom. You sigh once in there, running a hand down your face smudging your mascara. You wipe it off and have a shower, trying to ignore your new husband and alpha. Once you’re finished you dress again in the same vault suit, you leave the bathroom and look at Gordon who is currently testing the bed while grunting.

“So, Gordon, tell me about vault 32” you try to make conversation but it doesn’t go very well. He looks at you and shrugs.

“Well what was your jobs?” You ask.

“Stuff” he replies. Stuff? That’s it? Is he like Chet? Just less good looking.

“Okay” you mumble and decide to sit on the other side of the bed.

“I’m gonna read for a bit” you grab a random book and sit down again. Thankfully he’s too busy being weird. Testing the water, the bed, eating food. The lights begin to dim and you feel your anxiety heighten. Everyone knows what happens on the marriage night, you’re not stupid. You ignore it, well Gordon, as you lie down on your side and pray he doesn’t try anything.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you answer. He snarls, actually snarls and suddenly you’re turned onto your back with an angry alpha above you. You thought his scent was bad before, it’s worse now, angry and flared out, cloying your senses. You struggle against him, but he’s big and strong, and you while big are not strong. He tears your vault suit by the zipper.

“No, please, no stop!” You panic as he snarls and tears. Your vault suit is thrown off before you’re pinned to the bed again. He leans down by your neck and breathes deeply. You whimper and panic, you shudder and tense as a gross hot tongue licks your neck. You’re shaking trying to push him off as he squeezes your breasts too tightly and pinches your nipples to cause pain. You cry out in pain and he just smirks, he tears your tank top off before you hear a shot go off. You see a syringe in his back and he goes limp. Your name is yelled and you see Lucy rushing over, tugging the alpha off.

“Hey! Hey you’re ok I’m here” she hugs you tightly ignoring your lack of clothes.

“We’re gonna get you dressed and go ok?” She pulls back and you nod. You notice blood on her dress and freeze.

“I’m ok! I used a stimpack” she says and you relax a bit. You grab another vault suit from the wardrobe while Lucy keeps watch. You hear shots, screams, your brain and body goes into survival mode. You follow Lucy, ignoring the gore, ignoring the loud bangs and cries. She’s looking for Norman, you’re both looking for Norman. You find him being grabbed by a vault 32 person. Lucy shoots her before hiding Norman. You see your father go to you both attack a man coming up behind you, drowning him in the pickle barrel. You just stare, unable to say anything at the carnage. Your Pip-Boys ping a location in the vault and you look at Lucy who looks at your father before you’re moving past the gore and to the location. You hold breath, people lined up on their knees, Steph, Chet, Betty and others.

“Raiders” Lucy whispers as you look to the so called overseer.

“Life’s full of choices Hank” overseer Maldaver says.

“Please” your father mutters shaking his head.

“Them, or them” she points to you and Lucy then the ones kneeling. Your father looks at you and you frown.

“Dad?” You question seeing tears in his eyes as he herds you both into a nearby room. He presses his fingers to his lips then to the door before he’s being knocked down.

“No! Let him go! Dad!” Lucy yells as you stare with wide eyes and shaky hands. The rooms muffled, you watch as raiders take your father away and then the rest of vault 33 runs away.

“Lucy-“ you grab her as the bomb goes off. You both duck and hide behind some shelves, the heat blasting the room, but the door holds.

He’s gone. Your father is gone. Raiders took him, raiders got into the vault. 33 cleans up, assess damages, fixes things. Your mind is… numb in times of crisis, you move like a robot helping your sister while others grieve. A meeting is held, Betty, Woody and Reg at the podium. People are arguing and chattering. Reg and Woody subtly fighting for the microphone.

“I’d like suggest something” Lucy stands up and you frown standing up to as silent support.

“Yes Lucy” Betty smiles.

“We form a search party and look for my dad” she says. There’s silence for a beat, then laughter. You frown watching people laugh. You hold Lucy’s hand and she gives it a squeeze.

“No, absolutely not it is not safe and we have problems here already” Betty says making your frown deepen. Lucy sits down tugging you with her, her hand squeezing yours almost painfully.

You lie in your room. Lucy beside you as you both stare at the ceiling.

“We need to get him” she says.

“How Luce?” You sigh.

“We go to the surface” she says and you frown.

“You and me” she sits up a determined look on her face.

“Lucy I’m not…” she cuts you off.

“You are, you’re my sister I don’t care what anyone else says I… I need you with me. Please” she turns and looks at you with big pleading brown eyes.

“Ok” you whisper.

It feels strange to lie in a bed that isn’t your own while not in danger or in that horrid lab. Even with clean sheets the smell of Jim isn’t erased and you find yourself burying your nose into the pillow and sighing. You don’t sleep, not right away, you feel bad for Jim sleeping out on the couch that is way too small for him, but he had insisted. His words echo in your ‘My omega’ it’s makes you giddy, then makes you roll your eyes at yourself. You glance at the clock 12:30, you sigh again before getting up and seeing Jim awkwardly on the couch his eyes closed, but his body is too tense to be sleeping.

“Jim?” You call and he jolts his eyes snapping open.

“Sorry” you apologise and he shakes his head sitting up.

“What’s wrong?” He asks rubbing his eyes. You hesitate, glance at the uncomfortable couch then think about the bed.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the uncomfortable couch” you say hoping he gets the hint.

“It’s fine really, don’t worry about me” he says and you huff quietly.

“Would you sleep in the bed? Please?” You decide to say outright. Jim freezes in moonlight and you feel anxiety creeping up.

“Alright” he agrees and you nod, feeling a little relief as you head back to his room. You lie down in the bed by the edge and Jim climbs in beside you. He sighs in relief once lying down and you knew that damn couch wasn’t any good for him to sleep on. You lay on your back and see him lie on his side facing you as he gets comfortable. You don’t look at him, instead pretending to sleep by closing your eyes and yawning.

After a while of listening to the clock tick your body isn’t going to sleep. You feel frustrated and open your eyes again to stare at the ceiling but don’t make any noise.

“Can’t sleep?” Jim asks and you jump not expecting him to be awake.

“I’m still here” he jokes and you smile and huff jokingly.

“C’mere” he mutters and you look to him. The arm he’s lying on is now flat on the bed and his other arm is up. You hesitate again before scooting closer, your head goes on his arm and you shuffle closer while his free arm goes around your back. He lets out a hum and brings you closer making you flush a bit, but sigh and tuck yourself under his chin.

“You smell good” he says quietly his nose pressed against the top of your head.

“Do I?” You ask and he nods humming again as he takes a deep breath. You take in his scent too, it calms you down and you sigh quietly pressing your nose closer to his neck to get his scent better. The alpha hums again, he likes making that noise apparently, he tilts his head back slightly giving you better access. You feel your face warm, an alpha exposing his neck to an omega is an invitation.

“Come on omega” he whispers, voice a low rumble. It makes you shudder so you press yourself closer, running your nose along his neck, breathing in his scent right from his glands. His scent makes your inner omega go to goo, you breath through your mouth, your warm breath making him shudder to. You decide to be braver, kissing along his neck instead. Jim’s arm tightens around you, his hand gripping your hip. You feel him tug your hips closer, pulling them flush against his, your face heats up more as you stop and pull your head back. His head snaps down and he frowns.

“Did I go too fast?” He asks worried and you shake your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asks gently his hand rubbing your hip gently rather than grabbing it.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask. He smiles in the moonlight, a slow grin.

“You don’t have to ask sweetheart” he says and leans down to kiss you. You sigh and kiss him back, your hips shifting closer without realising as you angle yourself better. He groans and you think you did something wrong till he’s kissing you deeper like before. Your back arches without meaning to, pressing yourself impossibly closer as he claims your mouth. His tongue swiped over your lips and you open your mouth without thought letting him in. His hand is gripping your hips again keeping you close, he doesn’t need to, you’re staying there anyway. You feel his hips shift and feel him hardening in his grey pants. He pulls back and you actually whine at the loss, chasing his lips for moment till you open your eyes. It’s hard to see in the moonlit room, but his eyes darker than before, he’s panting softly.

“Tell me to stop” he says and you frown.

“Stop what?” You question as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Kissing you, grinding against you like a teenager” he mutters.

“Why?” You frown and he makes a small groan.

“Because I’m gonna do a whole lot more if you don’t stop me now” it finally clicks, you feel your face go hot again, feel your lower stomach clench in excitement, feel your thighs tense together.

“Omega” he rumbles his breath fanning across your face and you know he can smell your arousal just as you can smell his.

“Don’t stop” you say pressing your hips to his again.

“Please” you add and that breaks him. He kisses you again more deeply than last time, taking your breath away, his knee slides between your legs pressing his thigh right to your clothed pussy. You make a small noise of surprise against the kiss before his hand tightens it hold and makes you grind down on the muscle. It’s sweet delicious friction that sends a shudder up your spine, you hear him rumble in his throat so you grind slowly against his thigh. You try to pant and catch your breath, but he’s insistent on the kiss, you whine breathing heavily through your nose and you pinch his side. He stops instantly, looking at you worriedly.

“Breathing” you say breathlessly.

“Sorry omega” he mutters and kisses along your jaw instead. You sigh and tilt your head back, it’s a bit awkward on your side, but apparently he makes do, kissing down the side of your jaw and neck. Your hips continue, slow grinding against his thigh, you sigh and shudder at the feeling.

“Feel good?” He asks lowly and you nod.

“Don’t pass out on me” he jokes softly and you huff slapping him lightly as he rolls you onto your back and hovers above you. He stares down at you and you feel yourself grow small under his intense gaze.

“You’re so beautiful” he kisses you gently before kissing down your neck again. This time you can tilt your head to the side, giving him better access. He makes a sound of enjoyment as he kisses along your neck, brushing over the sensitive mating gland that makes your whole body shudder.

“Damn” he whispers and kissing it again, making you shudder again without control.

“Stop” you stutter out and he apologises quietly moving onto another part of your neck instead. Goodness your head swims, feel the light suck and kiss he left there almost sent you into mating overdrive. He lifts his head, slowly goes down your body kissing you through the fabric of your pajamas. He kneels between your spread thighs, looking at you, his hands moving to your waist band.

“Can I?” He asks and you nod.

“Yeah” you lift your hips ignoring the jolt of pain, but he catches your grimace as he slides your pants off.

“Did that hurt?” He asks worried.

“Only a little” you say. You feel his large hands cup your hips before he massages gently, you sigh his warmth and gentle pressure soothing them instantly.

“Do you want to get undressed yourself comfortably?” He asks as he leans down to your stomach to kiss it through the fabric. You almost want to cry, his soft massaging touch and worry for hurting yourself more. His eyes find yours, he must scent your emotions.

“Sweetheart” he mumbles and leans up, kissing you softly. You let out a small whimper and he hushes you. You feel pathetic, ruining the moment with your stupid pain.

“Hey” he soothes holding you gently, he whispers your name kissing your cheeks and forehead.

“It’s ok, we don’t have to move forward” he says despite his obvious erection pressing against your stomach.

“I want to” you say and he nods.

“Alright, let me try something” he grabs a free pillow.

“Can you lift with me for two seconds?” He asks and you nod as he quickly slide the thicker pillow under your hips. You rest back on the pillow, hips elevated slightly, it relieves the tension instantly and you sigh in relief.

“Better?” He asks watching you and you nod.

“Good” he nods looking at you intensely again.

“What?” You ask and he shakes his head making you huff.

“You look damn good spread out in my bed” he says his voice slightly hoarse and your body reacts instantly, cheeks warming, clenching around nothing as arousal tingles your stomach.

“Damn” he whispers before shuffling back between your legs. You watch him kiss the top of your thighs before he moves them open more, glancing to you briefly, you nod they don’t hurt. He relaxes and leans down, kissing your inner thighs, giving a soft teasing bite when you squirm a bit from his closeness. You feel his breath over your damp underwear, it makes your muscles jolt a bit before you feel his nose pressing against your clothed pussy and breathing deeply. You go embarrassed, Jim groans quietly before his hands find the hem of your underwear and tug down with a little force so they come off without having to have you lift up. You prepare yourself mentally for something, you don’t know what, disgust? Change of mind? Rudeness? All the bad possibilities rush through your head till you feel his tongue slide through your folds and over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling till he does it again. You moan softly feeling his tongue brush against your clit every slide till he focuses on the sensitive bundle. His tongue presses against it, rubbing tasting, it makes your back arch slightly.

“Ah, don’t hurt your hips” he lays an arm over your hips keeping them down and you huff out a small smile before he goes back to eating you out. It’s hard to sit still when he’s making you feel good, you can smell your own sweet inviting scent and his intoxicating one filtering through the small room making your head spin lightly in a good way. You feel his other hand move, a finger running through your slick before sliding in your entrance easily. It feels weird at first, but with his tongue distracting you, you slowly roll your hips on his finger instead.

“Impatient” he huffs softly and you still a bit. He lifts his head frowning slightly as you go to apologise for seeming too eager.

“If you apologise for wanting more I will stop” his eyes are narrowed, deadly serious and you flush and nod.

“Ok” you just breathe instead.

“Good” he mumbles then continues. He adds a second finger and you feel the stretch from his thick fingers and sigh. He moves them slowly, stretches them around while keeping you pleasured with his tongue.

“Jim” you whine softly, it’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more, your body craves it you need your alpha now. You feel warmth rush through you and the alpha between your legs groans quietly.

“Such a good omega” he praises and you mewl in response. He adds a third finger stretching you open more quickly before he removes them and climbs back up your body. You pant at the lack of stimulation and stare at him with hazy eyes.

“Gonna hurt for a bit ok?” He warns and you nod, not caring right now. He smiles a bit and spreads your legs slightly wider and lines himself up.

“Breathe” he says before his tip presses against your entrance and slides in. You bite the inside of your cheek, hold your breath slightly before remembering his words. He leans down and kisses your neck gently, hips inching forward. You lift your hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into them. He stops, lets you adjust before thrusting in more.

“Good girl” he mutters softly as your grip lessens. His hips rock gently, shallowly thrusting, letting you get used to the feeling.

“More” you say and he complies. You sigh as he thrusts all the way in, you feel deliciously full, connected. His thrusts start out slow, careful, making sure you get used to them while he lifts his head and kisses you softly. You moan quietly kissing him back before he sets a steady pace. You cling to each other, his arms snaking around you to hold you close, one hand on your hip the other under your back, his breathing elevated. You dig your fingers into his back, half not wanting him to disappear half needing something to grip onto. The hand from your hip disappears as he picks up the pace, you feel his fingers find your clit again and you moan as he runs slow circles before getting quicker. You feel yourself clench around him and he groans into your neck warm breath hitting your neck.

“Jim” you whine his name back arching, legs trembling slightly.

“That’s it” he encourages his fingers using more pressure that brings you over the edge. You make a breathless gasp as your body coils then releases, Jim groans, his fingers slowing, but his hips stuttering. You feel the swell at his base and widen your legs without thinking.

“Not this time” he whispers and you practically whimper in protest, legs locking around his hips.

“Damn it” he mutters his hand coming to your thigh gripping it, but not moving.

“You’re not in heat, not fully prepared, I don’t want to hurt you” he nuzzles the side of your face. Logic claws through your clouded brain and your legs unlock from his hips.

“Thank you” he sighs in relief, before continuing to chase his release.

“Jim” you whine softly and his hips still after one last thrust. You feel warmth fill your inner walls and sigh while Jim trembles above you. He kisses your neck, your mating gland and you shudder and clench around him, nails digging into his shoulders again. His hands soothe your body, running up and down your sides, gently massaging your hips with each pass. He moves slowly, pulling out and collapsing on the side of the bed with a loud breath.

“You ok?” He asks panting quietly and you tilt your head to look at him. His face is flushed, a layer of sweat over his body. You smile and nod. He smiles too softly lifting himself up slightly to kiss you softly once more.

Once Jim finishes at the station you head back to his trailer. It still feels strange, you sit awkwardly on the couch and fiddle with your fingers while Jim does something in the kitchen area.

“Listen, I’m not saying I’m bad at cooking, I’m just saying you probably want something better tonight” he calls and you glance to him seeing him staring in his fridge with a frown. You stand up and walk over.

“It’s fine, cook whatever” you shrug.

“Or don’t, if you don’t want to I mean I’m not forcing you to cook” you babble quickly and go embarrassed. Jim chuckles and you sigh as he closes the fridge and stands in front of you his fingers going under your chin to tilt your head up.

“What I’m trying to say is will you go out to dinner with me” he smiles, voice lower so it sends shivers up your spine. You blink, process what he says then blink some more. Hopper’s grin fades slightly and you realise you’re standing there like a flipping idiot while this man just asked you out for dinner.

“I- yeah, yes we can go out to dinner” you clear your throat and he smiles again.

“Like just dinner? Or I mean like-“ you ask and realise you shouldn’t have, but you need him to clarify otherwise you’re going to be stewing over it for the rest of your life.

“What do you think?” he smirks, but your brain doesn’t catch up and you just frown confused.

“Jesus Christ” he mutters and your frown deepens as you go to pull away.

“Omega” he says and you stand still eyes on him even though he didn’t use an alpha command.

“It’s a date” he whispers and your eyebrows go up, but nod. He sighs and leans down, you frown again.

“You gonna question everything I do?” He sighs and you feel yourself close of defensively.

“Shit” he mutters.

“I didn’t mean it like sweetheart” he says softly making you shake your head and step back.

“No, hey, please” he grabs your shoulders.

“You’re not used to this?” He asks and you nod.

“Damn it, ok, how not used to it?” He continues.

“I’m a virgin” you mumble awkwardly. He blinks, stares at you and you feel anxiety creep up.

“Boyfriends?” He asks.

“Nothing serious” you shrug awkwardly. As soon as men realise your problems and their extent they seem to up and run out of Hawkins and never return, so you gave up.

“I’m gonna shoot someone” he mutters running a hand down his face, stepping back and pacing while you frown.

“What? Why?” You ask confused.

“Why?” He repeats shocked and you nod still confused.

“Jesus the things I want to say will make you tuck tail and hide in the bathroom” he huffs.

“Just say them” you say huffing as well. He stares at you, steps closer so you have to look up at him again.

“Because omega, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve smelt since a long time” he whispers and you feel your tummy flip.

“Because you’re so strong and face shit everyday that would make a grown man cry, you’re resilient as hell” you feel your cheeks warm and you go to look down, but his hand goes under your chin again, making you look at him.

“Because everything about you screams omega, because everything in me wants to protect you, keep you safe and make sure you never hurt or have exert yourself again, because-“ he trails off his nose flaring a bit.

“Because all I can think about after everything is you, in MY bed, making it into YOUR nest, inviting me in so we can rub our scents all over it together” you’re definitely going red, your lower stomach does a small clench of need and you swallow. Jim’s eyes catch the movement and he leans down closer his scent spicier.

“Because I want you, spread out in that nest, naked and wanting me, I want to claim and possess all of you while you wither and moan under me” he finished and your mouth parts as you take a shaky breath, thighs clenching together. His nose flares, his eyes darken and no doubt he can smell your arousal. It makes you embarrassed, but he just groans and leans down kissing you deeply. You make a small noise before your arms wrap around his neck and his around your waist. His hands gripping and pulling you impossibly closer. For once in your life you feel small, compared to him, you feel fragile, feminine, wanted. You whine against his mouth one hand scratching the nape of his neck. Jim growls lowly and suddenly you’re being lifted into a kitchen counter. Surprised he could even lift you, your mouth is open in shock and he takes advantage of that, his tongue slipping by yours. He settles between your spread thighs, pressing himself against your black pants right against your pussy. You make a small noise as he deepens the kiss again, you breathe through your nose heavily, your lungs begging for air. Your hands are on his chest, before moving around to feel his broad shoulders and big arms. You push him back though, you need to breathe, you’re getting light headed. He frowns, but pulls back and you take a big breath. He looks cocky, you glare at him for almost making you pass out from lack of air.

“You’re ridiculous” you snap breathlessly and his smirk grows.

“You weren’t complaining” he says breathless just like you.

“I need to breathe” you huff softly and his gaze softens.

“I won’t go so rough next time” he kisses the corner of your mouth gently and you sigh relaxing instantly.

“If you’re hurting or out of breath, pinch me in my side, I’ll stop” he smiles.

“I- fine whatever” you grumble. He continues to smile, standing between your legs, you finally caught your breath and flush a bit at the position.

“You’re strong” you comment quietly.

“What?” He chuckles.

“You picked me up” you say gesturing to the counter.

“I did” he says simply.

“I don’t wanna break your counter though” you grimace, they look flimsy, not solid wood, but more like thin panel.

“They won’t break” he says.

“They look flimsy” you fight back, but you realise he’s staring at you, probably not even aware of his kitchen build.

“You’re not paying attention” he shakes his head.

“Unbelievable” you huff.

“You’re sitting pretty, face flushed, and swollen lips” you feel yourself heat up again at his words.

“And you smell like you’re imagining much more than kissing” he rumbles and leans down, inhaling deeply along your neck. You flush, tense and feel anxiety flood you, you slip off the counter making him frown and step back.

“It’s dinner time” you say and he glances to the clock.

“So it is” he says.

“You wanna go now?” He asks and you nod, gladly wanting to avoid anymore embarrassment and short circuiting brain functions.

“Alright” he sighs softly and grabs his keys and jacket.

The car ride is awkward. Sitting at the table is even more awkward with confused looks at the chief of police sitting with a random omega. You’re having an inward battle, you don’t know why panicked, you really, really enjoyed the kissing a little too much, but being called out on it? Nope. You war with thoughts, scenarios, made up arguments and a pissed off Hopper leaving. The thought makes you grimace, makes your hands clench above the table as you think about him getting angry by how you acted. Your name is called and you lift your head to look at Jim. Goodness you’re an idiot, lost in your own mind.

“Sorry. Did you say something?” You ask focusing on him.

“You alright?” He asks and you tense, but just nod. He sighs softly, but accepts the answer while your mind goes on another tandem. Food arrives, you’re thankful for the distraction or warm food. Your mind goes to your mother, hoping she’s ok.

“Do you think you could take me to see my mum tomorrow?” You ask.

“Yeah, course” Jim relaxes and nods and you feel a little tension ease. The silence isn’t so deafening despite the idle chatter around the diner. Once you’re both finished, you chatter for a little bit till you yawn and Jim says it’s time to head home. You’re exhausted on the car ride home, your body aches, too much happening today. You drag yourself into the trailer and to the couch where your duffle bag is. You pull out your meds without thought, before you freeze and glance to Hopper. He throws his jacket over a chair then looks to you as if he can feel you staring.

“You ok?” He asks frowning and you glance to your orange pill bottles. He looks too, for some reason you’re expecting some outrage.

“Need some water?” He asks instead and you nod. He grabs you a glass of water while you tap out your medication one by one. He hands you the glass and you thank him.

“I’d offer you a bath, but I only have a shower” you smile slightly and shake your head.

“Alright” he nods and rubs the back of his neck.

“I’ll change the sheets so you can get some shut eye” he says and heads to his room. You frown and follow.

“I can sleep on the couch” you say.

“Nope” he says tugging off the sheets.

“Jim” you sigh annoyed. He sighs and walks in front of you again.

“Listen to me, I’m not letting my omega sleep on a dingy old couch while she’s in pain, got it?” You stare at him, flush and nod. He nods satisfied and continues changing the sheets.

“You said my” you say after some time making him he frown and slow.

“You said My omega” you add and he tenses.

“Seems I did” he doesn’t apologise and you feel a small smile on your lips as you go get ready for bed.

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Your mums recovery is slower than yours. They found traces of a heavy coma inducing drugs in her system, which is why she’s so tired all the time. She’s more awake though now, alert, talking, you’re happy she’s back, unfortunately the hospital can only hold you so long so you head home. Jim goes with you for support, his leg is healing nicely and he only limps mildly now. When you go home it feels strange, you hesitate at the door before going in. You look around, not much has changed, just like you left it.

“This feels weird” you mumble and walk around. You go into your room and look at your bed, not made, sheets askew. You swallow a bit, everything still smells like you, but this feels wrong.

“I can’t stay here” you say and Jim frowns slightly beside you.

“You can stay with me, or get a motel” he says.

“Can I stay with you? I don’t particularly wanna be alone” you ask and he nods. You pack some of your things looking back at the house with a churning stomach before you get back into Jim’s truck and head to his trailer. It’s nice, quiet, he lets you inside picking things up as he goes along. You smile a little as he does as you stand by the door.

“I uh, haven’t cleaned” he says and you chuckle.

“Due to obvious reasons” you say and he nods hands on his hips as he sighs.

“It’s fine Hop” you say and he nods again letting his hands drop.

“You can have my bed, I don’t have a spare one or a pull out couch, and this couch isn’t comfortable” he gestures to it.

“Your bed?” You freeze.

“I’ll clean it, new sheets, everything” he says quickly.

“I can’t take your bed” you say.

“Why not?” He frowns, genuinely confused.

“Wha-? Because it’s YOUR bed! That’s rude, I’ll sleep on the couch” you say.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch it’ll hurt your everything” he says.

“My everything?” You raise an eyebrow and he sighs walking closer.

“You know what I mean” he groans.

“Do I?” You smile just a bit.

“You’re evil” he blows out a huff which makes your smile bigger.

“I’ll sleep on the couch” you say going to walk past him.

“Nope” he says grabbing your arm gently.

“Hopper!” You huff and he says your last name back in the same tone.

“Jim” you sigh and he says your first name back making you annoyed.

“Alpha” you fight back.

“Omega” he almost purrs and leans closer his scent filling your nose, damn him.

“That’s cheating” you say.

“What’s cheating?” he smirks.

“That!” You gesture at him with your free hand as your cheeks grow red.

“No idea what you’re talking about” he says stepping closer to you till you’re inches apart. The thing about Jim is he isn’t just tall, he’s big, he’s a big man, intimidating and an alpha, if you didn’t know him, you’d walk in the other direction to avoid him.

“That’s not fair” your words are weak, you feel your head tilting to the side ever so slightly for him. He catches it, his pupils dilate as he leans closer before his house phone rings making you both jump. He growls and storms to it answering pissed before he sighs and nods.

“Yeah fine I’ll be there” he hangs up and curses.

“Work?” You ask and he nods.

“Some fancy meeting with the officials, you can come with me or stay here” he says grabbing his jacket.

“Can I come with you?” You ask.

“Course” he softens and you nod placing your duffle bag down and following him out the trailer and to his truck. You go with him to the station, probably a bad idea. You walk in, people stare, whisper and talk, the place is busy so you just stick to Hoppers back as he weaves through the station and into his office.

“Wow” you whisper looking out the door window as he pulls the privacy curtains down.

“Yeah” he huffs and sits at his desk.

“Whole towns famous now” he says and flicks through documents before a knock echoes.

“Yeah” Jim says and an older woman walks in, looking to you confused than shaking her head.

“A Mr Jameson here to see you” she introduces as a middle aged man in a fancy suit walks in. He looks at you confused.

“I was to be meeting alone” he says sounding so official and disrespectful.

“I’ll hang out there” you say awkwardly pointing out his office, Jim opens his mouth then nods. You nod to leaving the room awkwardly.

“Names Flo” the older woman says holding her hand out. You shake it tell her your name.

“You missing omegas are making Hawkins a real hit stop” she sighs.

“Sorry?” You say not sure how to take her tone.

“Ah no matter, chief will be done in a minute grab a chair” she waves off and points to a free office chair. You nod and sit down as she walks away, clearly she’s done this job for a long time and has little patience left. You sit, wait and sit some more, then wait some more before the fancy suit man finally leaves with an angry expression and you frown. You get and peer in Jim’s office, he looks tired, worn down and pissed. You open your mouth, then close it again, you glance around nobody’s really paying attention to you. You slip inside and close the door and walk over to Jim. He tenses and you falter a bit wondering if you should say something. You hesitate before standing by his chair.

“Can I….sit in your lap?” When the words leave your mouth you regret them because his head snaps to yours and he stares at you with wide eyes.

“I mean- forget it, I’m too heavy, I was just- you know, never mind” you’re babbling and awkwardly going to leave when his hand grabs your wrist.

“C’mere” he says and you swallow as he leans back. You flush, glance to the door before sitting in his lap facing him. At first, you sit awkwardly as Jim’s hands rest on your hips then slide around to your back. He leans up and sighs resting his head on your shoulder. This poor chair is holding onto dear life, but you relax, fronts pressed against each other as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. You rest your head on his shoulder, draped over him like an overgrown sleeping child would, but it’s comfortable. His warmth, his scent, his body. You close your eyes as his hand trails up and down your back lazily, the other resting on your lower back, thumb rubbing back and forth. Your breathing slows, calm and a little heavy. Deep breaths leave you in small content sighs.

“Feel good?” He asks mumbled, voice lower.

“Mhm” you mumble back and feel his chuckle lightly as he continues scratching your back. You sit there like that for a while and you feel yourself go into a half awake half asleep state. Hopper doesn’t move, doesn’t stop his gentle movements, his scent grows calmer, to a content alpha and it makes you happy.

The door opens after a long time, or what feels like a long time, you half register it, frowning slightly, body tensing.

“Knocking Flo” Jim says quietly annoyed.

“I see that will be needed now” she says and leaves closing the door.

“For gods sake” he sighs as you wake up properly and yawn. You sit up and rub your eyes out of habit and look at Jim. The alpha smiles, hands resting on your hips.

“You were real comfy huh?” He teases softly making you flush and huff at him.

The doctor comes in a few days later after the nurses say you’re doing ok to chat about going forward. Your mother is in and out of sleep she desperately needs and Hopper stubbornly made the nurse assign the bed across from you to him.

“So, how we feeling today?” The doctor smiles and sits down. A older man, with greying hair and circle glasses.

“Better” you say always use to the response after doctors barely paid attention to you and your previous problems.

“That’s good! Well, tests say the drugs and supplements are leaving your body nicely, unfortunately you won’t be able to start suppressants for another 6-8 months” he says and you tense.

“You don’t understand I need those suppressants” you say as he looks to the chart in his hands.

“You’ve been on them since you were 16 yes?” You nod and he frowns, concern laced with judgement despite him trying to hide it.

“Well usually I wouldn’t recommend an omega going that long on them without heat breaks and seeing as your body was suddenly forced into a normal omega hormones then heat” he explains. You hate the word normal, what’s normal about being in pain everyday? Whats normal about extreme fatigue so bad you can’t stay awake during the day, what’s normal about popping a million pills just to feel ok and be able to function for the day.

“Your body needs time to process and regulate all those suppressed hormones, you might find it beneficial” he smiles like he’s helping you.

“Listen here you piece of shit!” You snap and sit up and the doctor jolts.

“I want my damn suppressants! I want them because if I don’t have them I’ll go through a painful heat where I cannot function as normal fucking human being. I need them so I don’t turn into a fucking zombie of a human. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t have a fucking mate and even if I did nothing would help!” You shout as the door opens. Hopper walks in frowning, seeing your furious face and a slightly scared doctor. The doctor clears his throat and stands walking to the alpha.

“Perhaps you can talk some sense into her” he says loud enough so you can hear and you almost jump off the bed to deck him. Jim frowns as the doctor leaves and looks at your pissed face.

“What happened?” He asks limping over.

“What happened?!” you repeat pissed.

“Alright you’re pissed, what about?” He asks and you growl at him in frustration. Jim sighs and limps out the room making you frown. Soon you hear raised voices and then a pissed off Jim is limping back into the room.

“Well now I’m pissed!” He growls and limps over to your bed sitting on the edge and running a hand through his hair.

“Asshole” he says annoyed and you nod. You see your mum stir and your anger washes away as she wakes up.

“Mum?” You get up and walk over to her bed.

“Oh, hey sweetie” she says tiredly and smiles.

“Hey mum” you whisper and hold her hand as she gives it a gentle squeeze.

“What’s wrong? Why can I smell angry alpha?” She frowns as Jim slides off the bed.

“Sorry Ms” he says your last name and your mother looks to Jim.

“Oh chief of police” she smiles.

“So nice you’re here” she says still a little dazed.

“Yeah, bullet got me good” he smiles. Jim has had small conversations with your mum while she was awake, she cooed over him when he said he got shot like a worried mother hen.

“You saved us though” she sighs holding out her hand for him instead. He glances to you before leaning forward and taking her hand gently.

“With some help” he says and she smiles.

“You treat my daughter good” she says half warning half joking.

“Mum!” You flush and huff.

“I swear it” Jim smiles and she nods letting his hand go.

“Always so tired” she yawns and sighs.

“Get more sleep your body needs it” you say and she nods closing her eyes again. You sigh and walk back to your bed sitting in it, one leg bent one hanging off the edge. Jim sits more carefully with his injured leg and faces you.

“I’ll see what I can do about that dick head of a doctor” he says and you sigh shaking your head.

“He’s not wrong, maybe not 6-8 months, but…” you sigh and rub the back of your neck.

“If it makes you uncomfortable then screw him” he says and you smile a bit.

“My heats aren’t great Jim” you sigh and he nods.

“I always go through a flare up, my body is in agony from the heat and pain flooding my body, I go from semi-functional to a zombie” you explain and his face saddens.

“You saw how I was” you say and he grimaces running a hand down his face in a sigh.

“Saw you pass out too” his face darkens.

“Saw you get pinned to the ground, then I was out” you say and he looks like his alpha pride is hurt a little.

“Bastards” he sighs and you nod. The alpha leans forward and rests his forehead on yours. You sigh and shuffle closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder. He hums and wraps his arms around you carefully, thumbs rubbing your back.

“You need a shower” you grimace and he chuckles.

“You do too” he throws back and you huff at him but smile.

You remember being in and out of consciousness. Remember Jim’s raging voice, remember seeing him throwing punches and getting pinned to the floor. You remember being in a hospital room, same white coat doctors, you remember shouts, curses, gunfire. You stir awake again the beeping of a machine the first thing you hear before gunshots echo. You flinch awake, stare at the IV in your arm and almost gag. You groan, you feel like utter shit, there’s nobody else in what looks to be a medical room and not the one at Hawkins hospital.

“Jim?” Your voice is weak hoarse, you see dark figures running past the door. Your body feels weak, more so than usual, what did they do to you. You manage to remove the IV with shaky hands, manage to get up, stumble on the floor and get to the door. More gunshots ring out and you flinch closing the door. You’re on the floor now, moving so you’re leaning against the wall. Shouting filling your ears. What’s going on? A raid? Did a fight break out? Seems a little intense for a simple fight. Maybe the government, the army? Hopeful thinking, this place is well hidden. The door slams open and you flinch away seeing a man dressed in army garb walking in.

“Omega found!” He shouts and you cover your ears wincing, did he need to be so damn loud? More men walk in, definitely the army. They bombard you with questions, but you just shake your head and cover your ears your scent spiking to sever anxiety and distress. They shout more and medical arrive, you’re out in a wheelchair and moved. You see the chaos, dead guards, doctors in white coats against the wall, scared omegas, but no Jim.

“Hopper?” You whisper voice slurred.

“Jim?” You say a little louder.

“Who’s Jim sweetheart? Can you tell me your name?” A woman kneels in front of you, hand holding yours. You squeeze her hand without thought thinking she’s testing your strength and reactions like they do in physicals.

“That’s good! Squeeze again, can you tell me your name?” She asks and you squeeze again still dazed. You manage to tell her your name and she relays it to a nearby man with a clipboard, who writes it down.

“Jim” you mutter.

“Where is he?” You ask.

“Jim who sweetheart? We’ve got a few Jim’s on the list” she’s kind, patient despite the chaos and your lack of total consciousness. Her neutral beta scent a god send in this place.

“Jim Hopper, alpha” you say weakly.

“The chief of police?” She asks and you nod.

“He’s in the Hawkins hospital right now, you’ll be there soon enough ok?” You nod head lulling a bit. She catches you before you slump forward and tilts your head back so you don’t hurt your neck.

It’s a blur really, leaving that place with other scared omegas and being driven in an ambulance to the hospital. When you wake up again you smell the familiar scent of the Hawkins hospital, beeping of the heart monitor. You groan a bit and finally open your eyes, the lights aren’t on thank goodness for that, but it’s day time, the curtains drawn letting natural light in. You feel tears in your eyes seeing outside the hospital and not the inside of that horrid place. You sigh in relief and wipe your eyes before looking around the hospital. In the bed next to you, your mother lays there.

“Mum” your voice is hoarse and your throat hurts but she doesn’t move.

“Mum?” You sob calling louder your heart monitor beeping quicker. A nurse walks in and sees you crying and quickly rushes over.

“My mum” you say.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, she’s in a coma, but we’ve administered medication to wake her up. We found her the same place we found you” she explains and you nod tears rolling down your face still. The nurse sits your bed up a bit and you sigh thankful to be out of that place.

“You’re one of the first to wake up, unfortunately the police will want to speak to you. Is that ok?” She asks and you just nod.

“Wait, Jim, Jim Hopper?” You ask and she frowns.

“He was in that place with me” you explain and she nods.

“I’ll go have a look ok?” She says and you sigh relaxing back into the bed. Ten minutes pass and you hear commotion outside, you frown figuring it’s probably just some family for the missing omegas. Your door bursts open making you jolt and you see Jim standing there in a hospital gown.

“Mr Hopper!” You hear the nurse shout. He just looks relieved when he sees you, ignoring the nurses shouting at him he limps over and hugs you. You cry again, wrap your arms around him weakly trying to squeeze him as much as he’s squeezing you.

“Alpha” you sob clinging to him as he hushes you.

“I’m here, I’m ok” he says shakily as he takes a deep breath.

“Mr Hopper please you’ve been shot” the nurse says and you freeze.

“Damn it” Jim mutters before you pull back and stare at him.

“Shot? You were shot? Actually shot with a gun?!” You panic.

“I was gonna ease her into it!” He snaps at the nurse who rolls her eyes clearly done with him.

“Jim you were shot!” You snap.

“I’m fine, it grazed me ok?” He says.

“Grazed you my ass” the nurse mutters and Jim growls and glares at the nurse who just holds her hands up and leaves annoyed.

“Jim!” You say demanding answers.

“Ok! It was more than grazed ok, they shot my leg” he sighs.

“You stupid-“ you’re about to snap at him when you hear a groan beside you and your mum moves.

“Mum?” You say as she blinks her eyes open and frowns.

“Mum! Get the nurse!” You tell Jim who hits the call button. A new nurse walks in and sees your mum waking up. She’s confused, her voice hoarse as the nurse asks her basic questions before calling the doctor in. You’re struggling between your mum and Hopper standing awkwardly by your bed till the nurse from before comes in with a wheelchair. He sighs, sits down and thanks her reluctantly before she nods and leaves.

“Is she ok?” You ask the doctor. Your mum looks to you and says your name.

“Yeah, mum it’s me” you cry.

“You’re ok” she says hoarsely and you nod.

“I’m ok” you say and she smiles.

“I love you” she whispers her eyes tired.

“I love you too” you sob as her eyes close again.

“She’s very exhausted, she may be in and out ok?” The nurse says and you nod wiping your eyes.

You feel a wave of exhaustion too and slump back into the bed.

“Hey, take it easy alright?” Jim says worried, you don’t argue, just nod.

You wake up to hushed voices and an annoyed smelling alpha. Jim has changed into casual clothes, you see some police officers by him, colleagues.

“She’s exhausted” Jim snaps quietly.

“I know that chief, but we need her statement” The younger cop says.

“I’m awake” you interrupt and Jim jolts looking back at you. He ignores the two cops and walks over his hand taking yours his other resting on your head, his thumb stroking your forehead.

“How you feeling?” He asks softly.

“Like shit” you say and he smiles, but nods. He squeezes your hand and you notice the confused looks on the two cops faces. You tense and flush a bit going to pull your hand away, Jim frowns a bit before looking to the two cops and sighs.

“Fine get her statement” he grumbles. The younger nods clearly not wanting to push his luck with the alpha chief of police. He asks basic questions, before going into more detail and you just tell him what happened, watching the older man’s face grimace and darken and Hoppers stance go tenser. When you’re done the younger one thanks you and they leave. You sigh tired again from the interaction.

“Why’re you up?” You ask Jim.

“I’m fine” he says and you make an annoyed noise.

“Jim” you say his name and he says yours back with equal measure. You glare at him and he sighs, but softens.

“Alright” he huffs and sits down on the edge of your bed.

“Better” you mumble.

“How long have we been here?” You ask rubbing your eyes.

“About five days” he answers and your eyes widen.

“Five days?” You repeat.

“Damn nurse didn’t even tell me when you got here” he says pissed.

“I feel like you pissed her off” you say smiling.

“I didn’t do anything!” He defends huffing and you let out a small chuckle.

“There it is” he whispers his hand cupping your cheek.

“Beautiful smile and laugh” he says softly. You sigh and nuzzle into his hand, enjoying his presence and scent outside that horrid place. You frown, you’re not in heat.

“My heat?” You frown and his nose flares.

“Gone” he says with a small shrug.

“Thank goodness” you sigh in relief.

“With all the shit they pumped into me, they said I can’t start my suppressants for another six months” he says and you tense.

“Seeing as you were there longer, I’d assume it’s the same” he says.

“Jim I can’t-“ you stop a lump on your throat.

“Can’t what?” He tilts his head frowning.

“I can’t not take them Jim! You don’t understand, I need them” you panic, the heart machine beeping quicker beside you.

“Calm down, hey omega look at me” he leans closer and you focus on him, his eyes bearing into yours, his scent filling your nose.

“We’ll see what the doc says, for now just rest” he says and you sigh, but nod.

After that kiss, you felt worse. You thought it would fix things. It didn’t. Your body knew what it needed, your body demanded and craved. You think the doctor was giving you extra supplements, instead of three it was now five. Your poor alpha. Well not yours, but for goodness sake you were a bitch to Jim. You didn’t mean to, you were in pain, you were always clenching around nothing, always felt so wound up and he was giving you nothing. You know why, you really do, but every cell in your body rebelled against his good morale. A bath time arrived, you were glaring at the doctor you almost snatched the guards gun if it weren’t for Hoppers quick thinking of your temperament to keep your hand in his so you didn’t throw them. Once in the bath area you ignore Jim, you threw your clothes off, hearing Jim mumble and turn around rushed. Usually you’d take turns, one stays turned around, but you didn’t give two shits. Your clothes lay in a pile on the floor and you stared at Jim’s tense back. You almost felt quickly before it went away just as quick as you walked over to him and crossed your arms. He knew you were there, the way his whole body went frozen before slowly glancing around.

“You’re killing me” he sighs, his eyes trained on your face and not moving an inch.

“Get undressed” you order and he frowns and sighs your name.

“We can’t” he says and your eyes narrow more.

“Now” your voice doesn’t feel like your own, you’d never demand an alpha to remove his clothes let alone Jim. His eyes narrow too, but apart from that he doesn’t fight back, not even a raised alpha command, just sighs and walks over to the bath before stripping his clothes. You blink, stare wide eyed it actually worked and that he actually listened to you. He climbs into the bath and settles on the edge. Feet and lower legs in the water.

“Come on then” You frown before walking over and getting in, settling between his legs, your head by his knees. He grabs the small empty tub, before filling it with water.

“Tilt your head back” he says softly and you do letting him pour the water over your hair. He repeats it few times making sure your hair is soaked before grabbing the unscented shampoo. He leans your head forward again a little before massaging your scalp. Oh yeah that’s ten times better than that random lady doing it. His strong hands way better. You sigh, close your eyes and relax.

“I’m sorry” you say.

“For what?” He asks tilting your head back again and filling the tub up to rinse the shampoo.

“Being a grade A bitch” you say.

“It’s alright” he chuckles.

“It isn’t” you say and rest your head on his thigh.

“I think they’re upping my heat, making it ten times worse and I don’t know how much longer I can take of it without nothing and you here” tears fill your eyes as you speak. One of his hands stop on your hair and slide down to your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave though in case they bring another alpha in and I can’t fight him off” even the thought of it makes you grimace.

“I won’t let that happen” he says gruffly.

“You don’t have control” you whisper.

“They wouldn’t force another alpha on an omega who’s already bonded” he adds.

“We’re not bonded” you say frowning.

“Not permanently, but temporarily I could” your body lights up at his words his hand gently massaging your shoulder. In your mind you’re willing for anything right now and trying so hard not to turn around and take things into your own hands but kneeling in this tub would kill you.

When your bath finishes you’re led back to the nesting room. You hear yells and cries down the hall and see a gathering of guards.

“Inside now” your guard warns and you obey despite the lingering anxiety.

“Assholes” Jim mutters once the door closes.

“Yep” you sigh and sit on the edge of the nest. There’s nothing to do in here, besides the obvious of what it’s usually for, but right now it’s more like a cozy corner. Jim sighs as he sits down by you and you lean into him resting your head on his shoulder. His arms wraps around your shoulder, his thumb brushing up and down, for who you thought he was, he’s seemingly affectionate outside the gruff cop exterior.

“You’re warm” he says and you want to slap him and his stupidity.

“More than normal” he corrects and you let him off.

“We just got out the bath” you say, but he frowns and presses his hand to your forehead. You sigh and lean into the touch eyes closing.

“Jesus” he pulls his hand back frowning

“You feel sick?” He asks and you shake your head, no more than normal anyway. He gets up and you frown as he bangs on the door.

“Hey! We need some water on here!” He yells his body tense. You get up and that’s when it hits, the world spins and you groan.

“Jim-“ you say before you’re collapsing on the floor.

18 months.

That’s how long it’s been. Since… well everything. After Vecna died and El stayed behind, the gate disappearing, Hawkins went back to semi-normal. Everyone around you seemed indifferent and moving on with their lives full speed, while those who knew the darker meaning of what happened took a little longer. It’s been hard on Jim, he lost another a daughter, but it was her choice, her sacrifice to end this once and for all. Sometimes he stares at her room, the door three inches open as if remembering her in there with Mike pretending they weren’t doing anything. It broke your heart because you couldn’t fix it. Everyone was grown up, graduating, moving to new towns, new lives.

You sat next to Joyce and Jonathan as the graduates of the year 86 walked down in their orange robes and hats. Dustin ever the smart ass sat behind the podium with a grin on his face and his fancy sash. You looked around a moment and frowned, Hopper said he’d be here.

“Where’s Jim?” You whisper to Joyce and she shrugs looking around too before you see a familiar police uniform next to Mike in his orange graduate outfit. You smile as Karen hugs her son thankful he came. It’s been hard on Mike loosing a special loved one like that, his plans to run away with her. Jim sits by you smiling and you smile back intertwining your fingers with his as Dustin begins his speech. At the end gasps ring, cheers and chaos erupts as Dustin flips off the principal as his final farewell. You laugh as they celebrate graduation and mingle. Hoppers staring at you though, a smile on his face, his eyes soft.

“What?” You huff at him.

“Nothing” he says softly kissing your temple.

That night you’re sitting at Enzo’s the waiter reluctantly serving you with a tight lipped smile as Jim orders some fancy dish making you raise an eyebrow at him. He’s got this sly look and shrugs sipping the wine he couldn’t even pronounce.

“Everyone’s all grown up now, houses will be quiet” he begins and you hum around your wine.

“Grown up, moving out, finding new jobs” you list off.

“Joyce is devastated” you grin and Jim chuckles.

“Think all the parents are” he smiles, but you catch the sadness in his eye and cover his hand with yours on the table.

“We’ll still see them” you say softly and he nods looking to the band playing. He takes a deep breath and nods at the band who nods back making you frown.

“You know them?” You ask as a singer comes out and begins to sing. Jim stands and you frown confused.

“Jim…what?” Before you can finish he gets down on one knee pulling out a velvet box from his pocket.

“Jim” you whisper as he smiles.

“We’ve been through a lot of shit together” you laugh but bite back tears as others watch, the singer continuing softly.

“And there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with than you” he takes a small shaky breath.

“I love you so much” he continues.

“So, will you marry me?” He asks. You nod, tears in your eyes and he grins.

“Yes! Goodness, yes!” You say through happy tears and cheers erupt. Jim smiles and slides the ring on your finger before he helps you up and dances in the small free space in front of the band. Your hand rests on his chest as does your cheek, you stare at the ring still smiling from ear to ear as Jim sways you gently to the song.

“Do we have to wait for dinner?” You whisper and feel him tense in excitement like he does, before he chuckles softly.

“Think that waiter will hate us even more” he whisper back.

“Oh well” you grin up at him and he grins back taking your hand and leading you out the door. You giggle, laugh and kiss him all the way to the truck. Getting back to the cabin takes too long, he barely parks the car as you’re kissing him again.

“Cars not comfortable remember?” Jim pants and you huff out a laugh and get out. Jim kisses you once you’re through the door, he groans and presses you against the wall as you kick off your nice sandals and toss his jacket to the side. Clothes come off in a struggle of not falling over and getting to the bedroom. You’re laughing by the time Jim and you fall onto the bed naked. He hovers above you, soft smile on his face as you come down from your laughing.

“What?” You tilt your head.

“Nothing” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Thinking bout how beautiful my wife is” he says smoothly and you take a small breath, feeling your body warm.

“Fiancé” you correct and he rolls his eyes.

“Wife” he repeats.

“Fiancé” you grin and he lets out a playful noise of annoyance before he kisses you again deeply making you sigh and moan.

“Ok, I like wife more” you whisper feeling him smile against your lips before he kisses down your jaw and neck. You sigh feeling the scrape of his stubble and moustache, you’re glad he got rid of the hobo beard, not that it wasn’t sexy, he just looked like a cave man.

“You’re so beautiful” he says and you hum as his hands slide up and down your sides.

“Skipping dinner meant getting on with it” you huff impatiently, clenching around nothing.

“Too bad. I want to worship my wife” he says smirking before his tongue swiping over your nipple making you shudder. He hums and sucks your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud teasingly making you squirm.

“As much as I enjoy a quick, hard fuck with you, I want my wife withering under me seeing stars” he says breath ghosting between your breasts before going to the other nipple and giving it the same attention. You liked that too much, him calling you ‘my wife’ sent arousal through your whole body. Where this man gets his stamina or self control you have no idea, but he’s damn good. His hands caress. Squeeze and hold while he plays with your nipples with his mouth before he lifts his head. His eyes look to you and you look down at him cheeks red. He smirks again, cocky bastard, but you love it. His body slides down, kissing down your stomach as he goes before he reaches between your legs. You tease, you keep your legs closed once he sits up and smirk at him. He just shakes his head, hooks his hand behind your ankle and lifts your foot. He kisses your ankle, your calf all the way to your knee before doing the same to the other leg. It easily makes you spread your thighs, feeling the delicious scrap of stubble against your sensitive inner thigh.

“You like my beard better like this” he comments and you nod.

“You looked like a caveman” you say chuckling and he bites your inner thigh lightly, teasingly.

“Ow! It’s true” you giggle.

“I was a bit scruffy” he huffs before he settles your legs back on the bed and gently nudges your thighs open again.

“So pretty” he whispers his breath fanning over your pussy before a warm tongue gently slides between your lower lips. You sigh softly trembling a little at the feel of his tongue.

“Such a pretty girl spread out like this for me” his voice is deep, breathy as his tongue and mouth get to work. Damn him and his words.

“Letting me worship you” he adds and sucks gently on your clit before soothing it with his tongue. The action makes you jolt lightly, but he keeps you still, strong arms around your thighs. Your hips move slowly, grinding against his face and he lets you, his nose catching on your clit while his tongue smooths and dips into your entrance.

“Always so ready for me” he whispers as you feel him move his arm before you feel two fingers slide in. You moan softly as his tongue moves to flick your clit in time with his slow thrusting of his fingers. He moved them, curls them, spreads them, stretches you deliciously getting ready for the main event while his tongue keeps pace.

“Jim” you moan and he hums against your clit making you shudder. His fingers move again before you come, body tensing in coiling before releasing.

“That’s it baby” he praises riding out your orgasm till you’re trembling and practically shoving his face away. His fingers leave you and you sigh at the lack of something filling you before he crawls back up your body and rests his hips between your thighs. You’re a little dazed, but smile and focus on him. He leans down, kisses your face gently, no rush, soft pecks to your cheeks, nose, temple and chin before he kisses you. You taste yourself, but it doesn’t bother you anymore, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. He moans softly into the kiss arms snaking under your back so you’re chest to chest. His weight on you, he’s not moving his hips though, enjoying the slow make out session, keeping you close.

“Hopper” you whisper and he hums kissing your jaw and neck lovingly. Your hips roll invitingly but he’s too busy kissing you, feeling you. You sigh and let yourself melt, your arms roaming over his back, feeling the scars there one by one. He doesn’t tense anymore, doesn’t shy away or cover up. He nuzzles your neck, pressing soft kisses there before his hips finally shift.

“Ready?” He asks softly and you nod.

“Please” you whisper and he smiles against your neck before positioning himself and slowly thrusting in. You moan and arch your back, while he isn’t very long, he’s thick, he stretches you deliciously, filling you deliciously. He pants softly before bottoming out, a soft moan leaving your lips as he stays there. He begins to kiss you softly again, his hands roaming over your body slowly, feeling each, curve, dip and swell. His kiss is deep, slow, passionate. He doesn’t move his hips, just stays there connected. You let him, not moving your hips to hurry him up, but enjoy his closeness, his warmth. He begins to move after a while, slow rolls of his hips, sliding all the way out then thrusting slowly back in letting you feel every inch of his cock against your inner walls. You sigh, moan softly and close your eyes getting lost in the feeling of his slow deep thrusts.

“You always feel so good around me” he whispers in your ear and you feel yourself clench around him. He groans, hips stuttering a bit, before resuming their slow deep pace.

“Always so warm” he adds speeding up slightly. You moan softly in response, nails digging into his back.

“So soft” he mutters with a low groan of pleasure and quickening.

“Jim” you whimper feelings overwhelmed.

“I got you baby” he says holding you tightly.

“I love you so much” he whispers as your legs hook around his hips. The angle changes make you moan head lulling on the pillow.

“You’re gonna come again? On my cock?” He asks speeding up and you nod panting, moaning, eyes shutting.

“Look at me, let me see those pretty eyes when you come on my cock” you moan and open your eyes meeting his heated gaze. One of his hands sneak between your body’s, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

“Jim” you moan, struggling to keep eye contact.

“Look at me” he says thrusting deeply making you cry out.

“Come on my cock sweetheart” at his words you do, you arch your back, mouth opened in a silent cry as you come on his cock.

“Yes, yes, shit that’s it” he chants moaning as his hips stutter and loose rhythm before warmth fills you. He moans against your neck, hips stuttering to a stop as he comes. You both lay there panting heavily, sweet covering your bodies, your arms holding onto him tightly.

“Shit” he mumbles and lifts his head checking on you with dazed eyes. You giggle, blissed out and he smiles kissing you softly.

“My wife” he says.

The Doctor returns. His face full of fake disappointment as he all but pouts. He takes you back to your nesting room where you curl up in the nest in some form of safety in this fucked up situation. His plan sure it would work if you weren’t in the breeding program as they called it. Instead of spying on them just rampart the joint with guns a blazing because frankly these assholes deserve it. You don’t really talk to Jim, he sits and sleeps uncomfortably on the floor despite your awkward saying he can sleep in the nest, but no, he’d rather sit on cold hard floor and sleep. You’re not sure why it pisses you off it just does. By the third day the asshole in the white coat returns hands on his hips as stares at you both like scolding small children.

“Obviously I was incorrect to thinking this alpha was the one. You haven’t even touched each other!” He huffs and you resist the urge to punch his stupid face, with those stupid round glasses and stupid white coat.

“Remove the alpha” he clicks his fingers and you tense so does Jim. Jim glares, squares his shoulders, but the guard just repositions his gun in warning.

“I’m courting her” Jim blurts and you freeze. Excuse him? He’s doing what now?

“Doesn’t look like it” the doctor sasses back arms crossed over his chest.

“Doesn’t look like it because you’ve never seen a proper courting in your sad existence of life” Hopper snarls.

“None of you have ever courted an omega, you’d rather shove her in a nest she didn’t even make and force yourself on her! I haven’t entered her nest because she hasn’t given me explicit consent to join her. So no, I am not fucking forcing myself on that poor omega while she’s in this state!” Hopper stands over the doctor breathing heavily, his scent is spiked and filling the room making you bite back a whimper. The guards look nervous from how close Jim is to the doctor. You stand up best you can quickly and walk over hand on Jim’s arm so he doesn’t do something stupid. His words swirl in your mind just as much as his scent swirls around your body. He glares and growls before letting you tug him back to a safe distance.

“Right then” the doctor clears his throat awkwardly and waves his hand so everyone leaves you both. He relaxes, pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” he trails off and you feel a pang of hurt. Of course he didn’t, it’s all for show.

“Right” this time you don’t hide the hurt, your hand falls from his arm and you sigh.

“Good to know” you say bitterly before you can stop yourself.

“What does that mean?” Jim frowns, but you just turn your back and climb back into the nest made for you and tug the covers over you like a protective shield.

“Don’t do this, don’t shut me out when we’re the only people in here, what does that mean?” he says as if holding back emotions, probably anger, annoyance.

“Forget it” you snap back and you hear him make a frustrated noise. He says your name and it just makes you more spiteful.

“Tell me what you mean” he says strained, demanding in his tone. You just tug your blanket tighter.

“Omega I swear to..” you cut him off flinging the blanket off and sitting up tears in your eyes.

“You hate me!” You snap. Not really what you were meant to say, but here you are. He frowns, blinks and stares like an idiot.

“You fucking stupid useless alpha!” Words tumble out, words you don’t really mean, but it just continues.

“You’re doing what? Sneak in here with your stupid grand plan of spying on them? Why didn’t you call for backup? Why didn’t you get the damn army involved? Or something other than this stealth spy mission that’s obviously shit!” You swipe at his pride and watch him flinch his eyes narrowing in anger, jaw tensing.

“You thought you could play hero is that it?! Knight in shining armour! Get over yourself you’re useless” you cry.

“At least I’m trying!” He growls his voice a tone you’ve never heard before. His eyes are hard as they stare at you and you try not to crumple under their intensity.

“I came in here for you, you ungrateful little shit, I came in here so you wouldn’t get bred and pregnant by an alpha that wasn’t even your mate or would’ve you liked that huh? You’re so desperate for attention, for someone to want you. Well guess what sunshine nobody is ever going to want you and all your difficulties” he growls turns his back and storms to the other side of the room. You blink his words hurt, your words hurt him too. You cry silently, struggling to breathe while you do so. His words settle and sting, leaving a bitter after taste.

“Fuck!” Hopper growls and punches the door making you flinch. He rests his head against it and you see him breathing heavily.

“Shit” he mutters. You clutch the blanket, knuckles going white as you stare at the sheets and pillows.

“Damn it” you hear before he’s coming over. You flinch and tense thinking the worse. He freezes as you stare at him, fear pricks you, sours your scent and his face drops.

“Omega” he mumbles.

“Damn it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I would never, ever hurt you” he says tone changed. He holds his hands up and kneels on the floor his breathing heavier.

“I didn’t mean any of that bad stuff ok? I didn’t mean any of it, I never would, I just” he sighs a bit lowering his arms a little, but still keeping his hands up.

“Shit you’re not difficult or ungrateful ok? You’re not desperate” he shakes his head taking a small breath.

“I am” you manage tears still rolling down your face.

“No, no you’re not I just wanted to hurt you because you hurt me and I’m so damn sorry” he sighs.

“I did come for you though ok? I came for YOU. And sure my plan is shit, but I tried talking to the government and they think I’m batshit crazy, so I needed evidence, to get you out, to get your mother out and all the other omegas” you stare at him whimpering softly.

“Don’t make that noise” he whispers and you see his eyes water.

“Shit. Please, I’m begging you, let me into your nest” he whispers and you look to him. His eyes are pleading as he stays perfectly still. You realise you could say no and he’d go to the other side of the room and leave you be. You wipe your eyes and nod.

“Words, sweetheart, please” he adds.

“Yeah, you can come into my nest” you say through tears and he sighs in relief crawling over. He stops in front of you waiting for a moment before he sighs and sits down more comfortably and tugs you closer. You end up in his lap, knees bent by his hips. He sighs and holds you close tightly burying his face in your neck. You feel tears hit your neck and wrap your arms around him in return not expecting an alpha to cry. He smells so much better up close, you breathe him in and sigh, your body relaxing against him.

“I’m sorry” he says against your neck.

“I’m sorry too” you say back. You feel like he isn’t the kind of alpha to say sorry unless he truely messed up, in this case both of you did, but being in his arms now settles you down. You sit like that for a while his face still buried in your neck till he lifts his head, eyes a little red.

“You got me crying” he scoffs but smiles.

“Sorry” you whisper and he shakes his head still smiling.

“You smell real good” he murmurs as he takes a deep breath, his pupils dilating.

“Oh” you mumble.

“Oh!” You flush and realise, you’re still in heat. You go to get off, but he growls and tightens his hold. You frown and look at him as he leans forward and rests his forehead against yours.

“I don’t hate you” he says and you grimace a bit.

“The reason I haven’t done anything is because I’m holding onto every ounce of self control I can muster and I’m still struggling” he says quietly, but exhausted. You blink, process his words, self control?

“To what?” You whisper dumbly and he chuckles.

“To claim you” he says making you tense and flush.

“Jesus don’t make your scent sweeter” he groans softly.

“I’m sorry” you blurt.

“If you apologise again for exisiting I’m gonna get pissed” he jokes softly and you crack a small smile.

“I don’t think you realise how hard it is for me to not put this nest to good use” your mind wanders to things about good use, more thoughts making you flush.

“Don’t think about it” he says and you huff. How are you not supposed to sitting in his lap this close.

“This place is messed up, they’ve put who knows what in our systems and I don’t wanna influence you because of them” his words make sense even though they sadden you.

“Sweetheart” he whispers his hands cupping your face as he lifts his head to look at you dead in the eye. You stare back, finding yourself unable to look away.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you presenting yourself for me on this damn nest they set up and fucking you into the floor” he says seriously never wavering and you feel a wave of need roll over you and crashing.

“You’re half my age” he groans and you whine back leaning your forehead back against his.

“Don’t care” you mumble, your voice not your own, it’s needy, whiney, you almost hate it.

“I know you don’t sweetheart” he cracks a small smile.

“Others will your mum will beat me” he says.

“Mum wouldn’t beat you” you say shaking your head. She always knew you liked older men, hell you probably tell her too much and things she doesn’t wanna know.

“She wouldn’t?” He smiles.

“No, she knows I have a crush on you teases me all the time after work when I saw you” you blurt before your mind catches up to what you just admitted.

“Crush?” He asks and you flush and lean back awkwardly, looking anywhere, but him.

“Look at me” he purrs and you want to slap him stupid as your eyes gravitate back to his.

“Ok?! Fine yes I had a crush on you so what!” You fight back emotions haywire.

“How long?” You shake your head at his question.

“Tell me” he presses.

“Couple of years” you mumble and shrug.

“Jesus Christ” he breathes.

“I’m sorry ok-!” He stops you. Time freezes, his lips are on yours, Jim hopper, chief of police, alpha is kissing you. Your brain takes way too long to process it before your brain kicks in pressing closer and not doing a very good job of kissing him back.

“This whole damn time” he mumbled against your lips as his hands grip your hips and bring you closer. You whine pressing yourself impossibly closer, heat rises in you as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping over your lips before you part them for him. His tongue slips past sliding against yours while you make small noises and tremble.

“Christ omega you’re so worked up by a kiss?” He mumbles against your lips and you huff softly biting his lower lip. He lets out a small noise of pleasure and kisses you again harder this time before pulling apart breathlessly. You pant, cheeks flushed, body hot and trembling, you feel pathetic.

“We have to stop” he says strained and you nod despite your body wanting more.

“My knees hurt” you say and he frowns.

“Damn if you should’ve told me sooner” he helps you move so your back is back into the pillows. He moves and sighs rubbing your knees with large warm hands. The action makes you frown, he massages gently making sure to soothe the pain away.

“Why the frown?” He asks.

“Sorry” you fix your face.

“What I’d say?” He smirks.

“Right” you stop yourself from repeating sorry again.

“We’ll get out of here. I promise you that” he vows.

There’s only been one time you were living with an alpha. Your stepdad, and he was a real piece of work. There was also only one time you’ve fought an alpha. It was a Tuesday night, he had come home drunk off his face, you heard him stumbling around in the kitchen and your mums hesitant footsteps and soft words. You heard the crack of a slap and a small cry from your mother. Another hit and a thud, something snapped, you stormed out your room, used your weight and you knocked him on the ground. You kicked him in the stomach while your mother cried. He growled and went into a feral rage, you fought him off for a bit, but eventually your eyes were blurry, nose bloody and the sound of sirens distant in the night. You weren’t charged with anything, the judge ruled it over as self defence and protection and you finally got your mother to move out and away from him. You hadn’t told anyone it felt good to see an alpha on the floor holding his stomach in pain while you had the upper hand. Now though, now you don’t think you can muster that energy, don’t think your body can physically handle it, don’t think your heat will allow you to fight. Meals are brought to you, you’re taking to a private bathing area where a female doctor cleans you, you feel pampered, you don’t want to, but she gives head massages, but the situation always makes you cringe. Whatever supplements they pump into your body makes everything worse, the aching, the need, even your scent. On day two a guard walks in with a white coat doctor.

“Let’s welcome your first alpha!” He smiles and claps like it’s Christmas. The alpha that comes in has to be fake, he’s too… perfect. Blue eyes, shiney brown short waves of hair, strong chiseled face he even had damned freckles. His body… Jesus what did they feed him? He’s at least six foot, same height as Jim but he’s lean and muscular, unappealing, looks like you could snap him if you sat on him. He wears a grey singlet and grey tight shorts highlighting his ‘assets’ obviously, but it makes you grimace.

“This here is one of our prime breeding males Joshua” the doctor smiles and nudges the alpha forward. He looks dead inside, no feelings or thoughts behind those baby blues. The alpha’s nose flared and his pupils dilate, snapping onto yours. He lets out a low rumble that sends unwanted shivers down your spine while the guard and doctor step back. The alpha approaches and something snaps, he’s going to come into your nest without permission? How dare he. You glare and growl back, a sound you have never made and it stops the alpha and displeases him. Good. He ignores your warning and steps onto your nest, somehow you manage a swift kick to his groin as he looms closer and he whimpers and holds his privates. You can’t help but feel primal satisfaction for protecting your nest and shove him onto the cold floor.

“Well then, that’s ok! We have more choices” the doctor nods his head. The guard helps the alpha up and they leave.

For the next four days you encounter alpha after alpha, and every time you give them what for even when your body feels like utter shit. You want to die, and it’s not an understatement, despite the baths, and routing washing of your bedding you feel gross, sweaty, sticky, needy, you’re reduced down to this mess. Your body aches, you want a full body massage and shove those stupid pills down the doctor’s throat instead just to see how he likes it. Another day, another alpha, you hear your door open and get ready to kick another alpha in the balls till a familiar scent hits you.

“Now, omega 113 seeing as you’ve quite literally fought off our famous contenders we thought we’d try something different” the doctor grins and you don’t believe the scent you’re smelling. It smells like Hop, it smells like Jim Hopper off his suppressants if he were ever off him, but that’s insane right? He’s out there in Hawkins doing police stuff.

“Now he’s a little older but! Perfectly healthy” the doctor grins and when said alpha walks through the door your stomach drops. Jim stands there, body tense, jaw clenched tightly, eyes narrowed as he glares at the doctor before his eyes snap to yours. They soften, relief fills them and you try not to sob and run to him. You move and he shakes his head subtly so you stay still.

“Come now don’t be shy” the doctor says in a condescending tone. Jim glares at him before he’s nudged forward by the guard. Jim looks at the nest they’ve built for you, his nose flares and he hesitates at the edge. He mouths something, but you don’t catch it, too gone on the fact that he’s here. Jim kneels down at the edge of the nest, playing the doctors game.

“Well she hasn’t kicked him” one of the guards say and you swallow a bit but fight the urge to tackle him to the ground, not out of violence but a hug.

“Well, we have progress! Everyone out!” The doctor calls and shoo’s everyone out and the door shuts. You feel tears in your eyes as you shove the blanket away and shuffle awkwardly on your knees to him. You don’t think, you just hug him despite your state and cry. Jim tenses and you worry for a moment till he relaxes and hugs you back.

“I’m here” he whispers as you shake against him.

“I know you have questions and lots to say, but I don’t know if they’re listening ok?” He adds speaking softly to your ear. You just nod and sigh.

“Sick fucks” he mumbles and sighs holding you tighter. Your knees start to ache and you lean back and sit down.

“You ok?” He asks.

“No” you shake your head and he nods a grim look on his face.

“How long have… have you been like this?” His cheeks redden slightly at the words and he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, six days? Maybe?” You say and he nods hands fisting against his thighs. The plain grey shirt hugs his body, the plain grey shorts currently leave little to the imagination and goodness you can’t not look. He’s a big alpha, always has been, but in clothes like this? His thick strong thighs, his pudgy stomach, strong arms and broad shoulders, his… not going there. Don’t look at it. Maybe a peak, you glance, regret everything and go bright red as you awkwardly shuffle around to busy yourself with anything but the size of his cock.

“I’m so sorry” he says running a hand down his face and you shake your head focusing back on him instead of his obvious well endowed package.

“They haven’t… I mean other alphas?” He clears his throat and grimaces again.

“Kicked them” you mumble and he frowns.

“In the nuts mostly” you shrug and he laughs making you crack a small smile.

“Good” he nods and sighs.

“What now?” You ask awkwardly. You try to ignore his smell, try to ignore his outlined body, try to ignore the fact that he hasn’t entered your nest.

“I have a plan” he says quietly and you nod.

“So we just wait?” You say grimacing at the thought. Waiting for who knows how long with an alpha while in heat? No thank you.

“For now yeah” he nods and sighs running a hand through his hair.

“Cool” you mutter awkwardly as silence falls. You tug a blanket a little closer and settle back on the pillows fiddling with the hem while Jim shuffles and sits back against the wall and sighs. Totally normal interaction, omega in heat who is in pain and needing and a prime alpha just sitting there showing no sign of aggression or rut response. For some reason your confidence just goes down the drain, he’s not even looking at you, not breathing heavily, not scenting you, not touching your nest, that isn’t really your nest. It crushes all fantasy’s, Jim Hopper doesn’t like you, not in that sense anyway, you’re probably an annoying daughter in his eyes or a little sister, something opposite of potential mate. You sink more into the nest, your emotions a little haywire and you try to think happy thoughts, none don’t come, your mothers in this hell hole and you haven’t seen her since the incident or her getting a syringe shot into her.

Dinner is brought into you, you’re thankful for the distraction and soon you’ll get a pampering in a bath tub and away from him. Once you’re finished eating the doctor comes back in with this unsettling smile.

“I see you haven’t hit him yet how wonderful” he coos and you see Jim’s jaw tighten.

“Seeing as the bonding is going a little too slow, we thought we’d speed it up!” You frown as the doctor grins.

“Bath time together!” He sing songs and your face drops. No, your one chance to get away from him ruined.

“Let’s go!” The doctor grins when neither of you move the guard steps forward gun taunting and you get the hint following him. Jim’s a heavy presence behind you, you waddle like an old lady to the bathing area with your sore hips and aching, needing body. The lady who usually cleans you is there with a tray of her things.

“So our lovely Shona will be stepping out and your alpha taking over” the doctor says like this is some couples get away. They leave, lock the door behind you and you stare at the steaming bath. It’s calling to you, you want to soothe your aching muscles but not in front of Hopper.

“We should be able to talk in here, according to Murray they don’t video the bathrooms” you blink and look to Hopper, right plan, escaping.

“Right” you say.

“Murray?” You frown at the name.

“Yeah runs the stupid podcast Americas greatest conspiracy’s” he says and you nod despite not knowing who the hell that is.

“This place is big, underground three levels, each level is different, alphas on the top and the lower two separated for omegas in different age groups” you nod.

“The security system is harsh and over top, nobody gets in or out without invitation, kidnapping” he adds and starts scoping the room.

“Problem is to take down this place we need proof” he continues.

“Proof?” You frown.

“Proof it exists, right now an elevator in an abandoned building doesn’t do much. So, Murray sneaked me in with a mic to set up, this is where you’ll come in” you freeze.

“Mic?” You ask and he nods.

“You attach this to somewhere hidden and we’ll hear all their conversations” he takes out a small plastic bag out of his mouth and you grimace as he unwraps it and hands you a small device with a button.

“Hit that button once it’s placed and Murray will revive everything” Hop says.

“Place it where?” You ask confused.

“In the common room” you nod.

“I’m not sneaky you realise this, and I’m in heat! I haven’t been to the common room in I don’t know how many days. I’m in the breeding program!” You say voice a little raised. He walks over and you hold your hand up and he stops and frowns.

“No, just don’t… look Hopper incase you haven’t notice I feel like utter shit!” You say tears in your eyes.

“I haven’t had so much as a touch to calm my head down, I haven’t orgasmed, I haven’t had anything, I am in pain, I’m having a flare up and being around you is making everything ten times worse because I cannot think with your scent!” You snap, raw, unfiltered and turn away taking a small breath.

“So no, your plan isn’t going to work, because they’re keeping me in heat with pills and they check if you swallow them, and I need some of the pills they give me” you swallow and sigh running your hands over your head.

“We’re going to get separated when they figure out you’re not doing your job as they intended and who knows what they’ll do, they already shot my mother with a syringe” you wipe your eyes as tears roll down.

“Your mums here too?” He asks and you nod scoffing.

“Saw her at the anniversary gathering. They shot her because she fought back and I haven’t seen her since” you explain hands shaky.

“I can’t do it” you mumble.

Hopper stares at his desk, cases sprawled around, papers everywhere, his desk is a mess, his whole office is a mess too. It’s been three weeks since your disappearance. He hasn’t slept, hasn’t gone home, hasn’t done anything that wasn’t not finding you. When he woke up that morning he knew he should’ve went straight to check on you. Instead he went through his work day before finally heading to your place only to find you gone without a trace. He begged you were just sleeping, but the lack of evidence of you anywhere sent him into a haywire. He’s got no leads, his alpha instincts are making him worse, everybody in the station avoids him like the plague and he doesn’t blame them. His last lead was dry as dust and he swore he almost lost it there and then in front of everyone searching too, that old lab was nothing but an old lab, broken, abandoned and stinking of dead rats. He sighs, runs his hands through his hair and leans back in his chair. His mind goes over ways he could’ve protected you better, but these guys leave no traces, like they don’t even appear or disappear, like you just got teleported to shit land. He heads to the library again, goes over old newspapers, stories, histories, nothing, so he goes into the loony newspapers, theory’s, conspiracy’s, aliens, all that shit. Most of it is shit, aliens, teleportation, saying they’ve been taken by the government to a better world in outta space. He groans, rubs his eyes and flicks through crazy story after crazy story till something makes him stop.

‘Omega disappearances, facts and fictions’

He raises an eyebrow and sighs, can’t hurt. He reads through the article done by America’s greatest conspiracy’s, real original he thinks. Problem is this guys theory isn’t actually that crazy. His brows furrow together as he goes through the text, omega disappearances, how they disappeared out of the thin air, how they leave no trace. It’s not the government, even they leave a trace somehow, secret organisation right here in Hawkins, done and executed by locals. He scratches his beard, it isn’t the craziest thing he’s heard.

‘For more listen to my podcast AGC by Gary on channel 1.34 at 3pm’

Is at the bottom. He checks his watch, looks back at the article and curses Fuck it. He takes the article and leaves the library and hopes in his truck. He tunes the radio in and sure enough a man’s voice comes through, sounding monotone, perhaps to protect his identity.

“Welcome to AGC my fellow conspires. Today we’ll go over the Hawkins field day” Hopper sighs and rubs his eyes, not what he wants. Shutting the radio off he drives back to the station.

“Alright listen up!” His voice jolts everyone but he doesn’t care.

“I want everyone to find out who this guy is and where he’s hiding” he holds up the article.

“America’s Greatest conspiracy’s? Chief?” Officer Callahan says skeptically.

“Now” Jim glares and everyone nods busying themselves while he goes to his office and tunes in again. Over the next few days he listens to the podcast and most of its bullshit till one day he finally scores.

“Hello my dear conspires today we’re revisiting an old favourite, the omega disappearances” Hopper perks up, listens to the stupid introduction the guy does before he gets into the details of what he’d written in the article.

“Sir?” Hopper lifts his head looking to one of his fellow officers.

“We found him” Hop gets up snatches the address written on the paper and goes straight to his truck and speeds just outside of Hawkins to an old shed hideout. He pounds on the door doing his typical ‘police open up’ before a man opens the door. Bearded, balding on the top with big rounded glasses.

“How can I help you? officer” he smiles in a way that makes him suspicious.

“I know you’re AGC” Hopper gets straight to the point, barging in the man’s living situation while he’s stammering out objections.

“Tell me everything” He demands and the man frowns.

“Really desperate huh?” The man asks as Hopper sits down and nods.

“Oh boy you’re in a for a ride” the man grins.

The man, Murray goes over the disappearances all the way back to when they first started, saying it’s an inside job, people in Hawkins undercover which in any other situation would sound bat shit crazy, but, now makes sense. He goes down the avenue that it isn’t a government, but perhaps something along the lines of crazy scientists doing experiments on omegas perhaps breeding them or making some form of new second gender. The words make his stomach twist, imagining you in that situation. Murray continues, says back in the 20s the Hawkins lab was actually a hospital for omegas, not the nice kind they have now, but more evil doctors and alphas using omegas. He brings out old layouts of the building, showing the first two floors then the basement. Hopper freezes, there hadn’t been anything indicating to a basement, he takes the page and sees where the entrance is. Without a work Hopper gets up, ignoring Murray’s fumbling words and gets in his truck and heads back to that hell hole. He walks inside, everything’s been redone, renovated, added floors, added modern building for the 60s he curses and searches the first floor thoroughly and comes up with nothing. Murray, the idiot Hop has designated him shows up angry telling him he can’t just take things like that before he looks around in awe.

“I’ve never been in here before damn” he chuckles and looks around.

“This place is even creepier up close” he continues to grin.

“Where’s the entrance?” Hopper demands.

“Entrance?” Murray asks confused and Hopper storms up to him and points at the stairs leading to the basement.

“There’s no way into the basement” he adds.

“Obviously not, they’ve redone the place” Murray rolls his eyes.

“I need an entrance!” Jim snaps.

“Alright! Jesus” Murray sighs and looks around as well. Hopper checks walls, the floor everything, nothing.

“Ahah!” Murray’s voice echoes and Jim follows it.

“Huh?” Murray says proudly pointing to a hidden elevator he found with in the wall.

“You’re a genius” Hopper mutters

“Told ya” Murray says.

“Call the police, tell them to get backup” Jim’s already heading into the elevator when Murray grabs him with wide eyes.

“Are you stupid?! They’ll shoot you on sight or worse, besides they probably already know where here, you need to play this safe” Murray says quickly.

“Safe? They’ve got god knows how many omegas down there for some freaky scientist experiments!” Hopper says annoyed as Murray frowns and looks him up and down.

“What?” Hopper glares.

“You’ve got an omega down there don’t ya?” Hopper can’t help but growl in defence.

“I don’t! But how many have been captured!” Hopper deflects.

“Oh you do have an omega down there. She pretty? Obviously not yet claimed they don’t take the claimed ones” Murray says wiggling his eyebrow and Hopper growls pushing the beta against the wall.

“Ok! Ok!” He holds his hands up in surrender as the elevator disappears from behind the wall.

“Look you need to play this smart, get into their labs without raising suspicion ok?” Murray says and Jim lets him go reluctantly.

“You’re an alpha in your prime! Surely they’ll pick you” Murray adds and Jim frowns.

“What do you mean pick me?” He asks and Murray grins.

Murray’s grand plan is to get him captured by their freaky campaign and get on the inside while also relaying back to Murray, with this secret radio he built. It’s stupid, takes too long, Hopper will need to come off his suppressants he’s been taking for god knows how long, and he doesn’t remember what it feels like to be an alpha without suppressants and it makes him fearful, not that he voiced that. Going in guns a blazing with a whole station of ten trained officers against a crazy lab that’s been around since the 20s? Also a stupid idea. Jim sighs and rubs his eyes leaning back against Murray’s dingy couch.

“Fine” he finally relents.

“Excellent!” Murray grins.

You wake up to an alarm. A stupid sickly sweet Sunday morning song that makes you want to throw a fit. God what time is it? There’s no clocks in the room. You’re surprised you even slept at all, but with your sleeping meds they just knocked you right out. You feel more exhausted somehow, usually you sleep in, not being a morning person at all, usually when you’re having a bad day you don’t bother till lunch time.

“Rise and shine omega 113!” An overly happy voice calls out of the PA system. You sigh and rub your eyes of lingering sleep before a guard walks in with a platter holding a hairbrush, another cup of water and another small pill cup. You frown, you don’t usually take medication in the morning.

“Supplements 113!” The PA voice says and you curse in your head. The guard steps closer and you can feel his imposing stature, an alpha by his scent, unsuppressed and stinking to high heaven of alpha pheromones. It makes you dizzy, makes you sway on your feet when you go to stand. You try to force yourself to focus and take the pill cup, not wanting to get shot or worse. You swallow them and take the hairbrush before the guard leaves. You blink and breathe easier sitting back down on the bed to brush your hair. God whatever is in those supplements makes you feel like utter shit. Every omega around smells sugary sweet, it makes your nose scrunch. You barely get any food down with the guards scents. You’re thankful for shower time, even with unscented soap and hair care, it’s better than whatever spiked scents they’ve got going on around it. Days repeat the exact same, breakfast, room, lunch, social time, room, shower, bed. No other omega has tested their luck thankfully, but you haven’t seen that male omega again. They add in exercise time by day seven, you keep track of days in your note book. Only thing to keep you sane is writing. You miss your mum, you miss Hopper, you miss your bed, your house, that stupid TV show your mum watched. They put you on a treadmill, attach medical wires to your head and chest. You feel like shit afterward, but one omega collapsed and she was never to be seen again.

Day ten you want to die. You half dare attacking the guard in the morning before the PA voice calls out.

“Today is a special day! We’re having a joined party!” He laughs and you frown.

“Omegas will be gathering in the great hall to celebrate our anniversary. There will be sweets!” You blink confused. Anniversary? For what? This hell hole?

After breakfast you’re lead down a large light grey corridor and through two large white doors. You freeze at the sight, omegas of all ages, genders and size are there. Over fifty, your stomach drops and you feel sick, how many have they captured? There’s white chairs lined up in front of a stage with a microphone. You’re guided inside and sat down. You look around, noticing you’re being sat by age. An older man makes his way to the platform, the guards and doctors clap but no one else does.

“Welcome, I am Doctor Brenner” he smiles almost warmly if it weren’t for this situation.

“I created this program when I was a young alpha, seeking to make things right again. I wanted omegas healthy, comfortable and prime for breeding, I wanted alphas, healthy, comfortable and also prime for breeding for the continuation of the human race” he smiles, proud of his sick take on making things right.

“And for thirty years I did just that, though the government doesn’t agree, I’m making a difference here. Healthier omegas, stronger alphas, prime beings to create the next generation of our country!” The doctors clap and cheer while your stomach churns and flips.

“On this day I created this program and we are still running! Happy starting day! Enjoy!” More cheers. You see some omegas hesitate and clap out of fear and you clap too. The man smiles and nods before stepping down and talking to the doctors. Hesitantly you go with the flow, going to the tables filled with food, before your name is called. You frown and turn dropping your plate when you see a familiar face.

“Mum?” You whisper shakily as you look at your mother in the same grey clothes. She sobs and rushes to you while you cry as well and hide her.

“Oh my baby” she cries and holds you tighter while you get impossibly closer, burying your face in her neck as you cry. She smells slightly different from the supplements but still the same some how, you let out a broken noise before your reunion causes trouble.

“Omega 187 let go of omega 113 now” you look guards around you guns ready. You let your mother go hesitantly while she looks pissed.

“You bastards!” She cries.

“You sick bastards! You took my daughter, my sick daughter!” She’s angry more angry than you’ve ever seen her. You hold her hands tightly as the man Dr Brenner comes over.

“What’s the problem?” He asks fake worry on his face.

“Problem?” Your mother seethes, her scent is sour with anger and hatred.

“You have ruined our lives, you ruined my life, my daughters life-“

“You are family?” He frowns looking between you both before it clicks.

“Ah I see” he says.

“We haven’t ruined yours or her life, we have given you a better one, a fulfilling one, just think, soon you will have another daughter or son, and grandchildren” he beams proudly.

“She can’t have children!” Your mother yells as you grip her hands.

“I assure you, she can, her body is in prime fertility” the doctor says, clinically. Your mother moves before you can react, charging at the doctor. A shot rings off and a syringe hits her side. She staggers the collapses, you’re restrained and dragged back while yelling. Your mother is lifted off the floor and is taken away.

You’re thrown back into your room. You cry and bash the door before sliding to the floor in tears.

You don’t see your mother again, whether she’s alive or not you don’t know. Days past in a blur, you obey, you follow the routine and hope your mum is still alive and well. You lost count of days going by, numb mainly. This day though you feel off more so than usual, wrong. You wake up feeling disorientated, the guard, the lights, the voice makes you wince. You go to get out of bed only to fall on the ground and your world turning black. When you wake up it’s in a different room, the light is dimmer, the bed feels softer, the blanket around you is fluffy, are you home? The room smells nice, comfortable, homey. You open your eyes, not your room, you stare at the nest you’re in, the dim yellow lights, the pillows and blankets. The whole half of the room is just bed, pillows and blankets, not on a frame but on the floor, your knees hurt already. Something takes your mind away though, you’re hot, sweating actually, you can feel a flow of air around the room though and see small vents. You groan and kick the blanket off feeling the wetness between your thighs. You freeze, your eyes go wide and panic sets in, your heat. Heats were never comfortable, you’ve never had an alpha, and when you went through them you felt like you were dying. Your body would go through a flare up at the same time as your heat and you ended up in hospital a few times before the doctors pulled their heads in and put you on suppressants.

“Welcome omega 113 to our nesting rooms!” That stupid happy voice calls over.

“You’ve gotten your heat later than expected but that’s ok!” He laughs and you groan curling up tighter.

“Don’t you worry, in just a short day we will send in an alpha to help you” he coos and your eyes snap open.

“We look forward to having you in our breeding program!” Your blood goes cold, you freeze. Breeding program?