demiurges

You were discharged from the hospital a couple months after the Task Force became your saviors. Right now, you have been living with the pack for almost a year. You were better physically, but they couldn't say the same about your condition physiologically. At least, not yet. The Task Force made it an objective to be gentle and respectful towards you.

What better way than to have another member of your rank be here, with you?

Alejandro carefully sniffed your pheromones from afar, just to make sure you didn't feel threatened. But it didn't matter anyways, you had started to warm up to people bit by bit now— and you'd noticed Alejandro was an Omega too.

He wore a collar, which was something you'd definitely ask about soon.

"Ghost here says I should get to know you," he spoke with a languid smile and lax ears. "I'm Alejandro." He offered you a hand for you to shake and scent mark. "Y/N; nice to meet you." You two happily exchanged fragrances— tails wagging contentedly.

The whole pack grinned when you teo seemed to get off well. "Well, if you haven't noticed, he's an Omega too," Soap interjected, placing a hand on your shoulder. Involuntarily you backed off a but from his touch. It made him frown.

Obviously, you already knew tha fact he'd told you though. Alejandro’s pheromones were as potent as yours. "I'm sure they know, Soap," Gaz sighed, his eartip flicking.

"Anyways, we thought he should stay here for a while, to keep you company." Ghost offered context. "You know, cause we might make you a bit uncomfortable." He muttered in a tone that could be considered sardonic.

Nighttime

As you readied yourself for slumber, you observed how the pack prepared themselves. They had their own twee rituals. Price was adamant on scentmarking them, making Gaz grumble. Soap was more than okay with it, and as always, Ghost was just neutral. The smells coming from all of them were wonderful.

It seemed so wholesome and sentimental. You felt as if you shouldn't be watching such a tender moment, but, oh, you wouldn't be arguing if you were in Gaz's place. But because you were still a bit unsure about everything, all you could do was watch and ponder.

You wondered how it might feel to be enveloped in an Alphas scent. Well, in a preventive way. They all genuinely seemed connected. Like if there was a string of energy combining all of their lives together, jumbling all of them as one. But you just couldn't. That side of yours, that hated alphas for treating you like some fleshlight, reared its ugly head.

You wished and wished for something like that, something that they did, as if genies were real.

You huffed and snuggled further into your nest, finding comfort at the warmth it brought.

Alejandro noticed how you had a yen for something like the Price's scenting. "Hey," he susurrated as he approached you. His voice was always strident, making him seem like a rough guy, but be was genuinely a good man.

"Feeling a bit lonely?" He queried, his voice having whimsical intonation.

"Maybe. Are you? I can tell you have someone special.." you mumbled carefully. You eyed his collar.

Alejandro’s eyebrows rose in both surprised and amusement. Ironically, he fiddled with the thick band of leather on his neck— his collar. "You're clever." He hummed sarcastically.

"Si. Supongo." He muttered abashedly in his mother tongue. You didn't understand the romance language as he did, so your ears perked. "Yeah. I guess." He repeated himself in English.

"Tell me, won't you?" You teased, tapping his calf with your tailtip. You were a bit jealous, to be frank. It seemed like every Omega had a mate, and you were the only exception.

You don't want a mate, Y/N. Not an Alpha. Not anybody. You'll be just a little display for them, reminder of their power over you.

He swatted your tail away with his own and smirked, breaking your train of thought. "His name's Rudy. Rodolfo." Alejandro might've been purring, the way he rolled his r's so adoringly when he uttered the moniker. You snickered at his lovestruck expression, leading him to bear his teeth in feigned offense.

As if on cue, the both of you turnt to see what the Task Force were up to now, but all of the four men were watching the pair of you with wide eyes and wagging tails.

The men were overjoyed that you started to warm up to a man you had nearly met. It took you a good three months before you even considered letting 141 near the door of your respective space..

Granted, Alejandro was also an Omega, but still!

Price was the first to bound up to you, his brown tail swishing wildly, so eccentricly proud.

He wrapped you in a big bear hug, lifting you out of your nest and to your feet. It made you extremely uncomfortable but you tried not to let it show too much. Clearly he was just happy.

The others came to his side, but only watched and smiled. Maybe they would get their turns hugging you?

One week later

You knew that you'd go into heat soon. Your bits had become more moist with the slick your body produced, you found yourself becoming meeker, and your scent became more heady and inviting.

Not to mention your tail flagged like a bitch each time any of the guys came near you.

They noticed too, of course. They observed how when you leaned into their accidental touches, a glint other than one of apology flashed in your eyes. And obviously, the flagging. They didn't need to consult Alejandro— who was back in Mexico by now— to know you were in heat.

You barricaded yourself in your room and festered in your nest the whole day. You felt starved for touch— pleasuring yourself was inevitable. You did it multiple times, yet you never were granted true satisfaction.

You even snarled at Price when he gingerly entered your room. As much as you wanted to seduce him to you know, you held back. You were so conflicted.

He pleaded with you; he hadn't seen you eat anything or very little during this time of the month. Despite being in suppressors, his instincts were on overdrive. No doubt everyone's instincts were on overdrive.

You left everyone's mind out of whack.

The next day

You found yourself utterly helpless when 141 were deployed to carry out an order. Sure, you'd been just as desperate before, but the lack of Alpha made you even more deprived.

You cried, not becuase of the loneliness, but becuase of the loss of your suppression. How? How was it possible that the very thing that destroyed you was the thing you wanted most.

You rubbed yourself on everything, on anything just for a unsatisfactory release. You practically left the base covered in and smelling of your desperation.

Your walls were sopping wet and there was nothing to ride. It was no surprise that when the 141 came home a couple days later, that their muscles rigid with awkward, guilty horniness when they smelled you.

You greeted them with pitifully meek welcomes.

"Hi, Gaz. Missed you. I missed you all. Why were you gone for so long? Can't you see how empty its been around here? No dumb arguments about anything..." You tried not too sound too needy, but the way you coiled your tail around Gaz's leg as you hugged him definitely meant something.

Ghost was the first one to look at you with excitement. Despite his years of being an Alpha, he still couldn't suppress his instincts. He was like Twilight's Jasper Hale.

Price eyed both you and Ghost, his tail wagging slowly in both greeting and wariness. "Hello, Omega, we've missed you lots, too." His words were terse as he tried to move and lead his pack away from you.

"Very much," Ghost tapped you on the bum, to which Price did not appreciate very much. Soap's jaw tensed at Ghost's action.

Price rumbled his disapproval, suddenly reaching out to grab your wrist. He pulled you aside, away from the hungry men. Gaz tagged along when he was beckoned to.

"Sweetie, we need to discuss this," he waved his hand around the you, referencing to your precious acts of concupiscent coaxing. "This is no way to act in a room full of alphas, don't you think?" He said assertively.

"Did we save you just for you to act like this?" Gaz joined in, directing you a reproving glare. He fluffed his tail, just to smooth the strands again. “How can you be starved for the very thing that broke you?”

Your ears folded back and you whined a protest. "I can't just control it, you know? I'm trying my best to control the urges, and yes, I know it's hard for all of you to reciprocate. But you just don’t understand. It's engraved in me! But.. but, I cant.. my brain keeps—”

"Then why doncha let me help you, then?"

Your eyes flicked up to his suspiciously.

"I'll help you with suppressors. For Pete's sake—what happened to trying your best?"

Your lips moved, but no speech was able to be stuttered. You angled your ears backwards in defeat, allowing Price to give you a very dull, backhanded slap on the side of the head.

He kneeled next to you to your level, fuzzy brown ears pointed in attention. "Don't dare try and be unholy again, you hear?" Price commanded, and your meek response was inevitable.

Your tail tip wiggled pitifully and you nodded silently in response. Price scrubbed his beard. “Wait here,” he commanded you, leaving Gaz to supervise you.

The sun-kissed Alpha studied you with an intense gaze, his eyes clear and sharp as he looked at you. Your pouty cheeks and sloping eyebrows were cute to be frank. You wanted your guts rearranged from the inside so badly, to bear pups and nest, but Price thought otherwise. Who died and made him boss?

Gaz snorted sharply, sardonically. He reached out to run his fingers through your hair, scritch the base of your ears, and graze his calloused thumb to across your cheek. You just were simply adorable to him, the way you whined for anybody's attention. He flashed a quick grin and cleverly pulled back into his attentive stance once Price returned.

Price was relieved that nothing seemed to go down in his absence. He handed you two alabaster pills and a glass of water. They were suppressants.

“Take them. I won’t ask you again.” Price’s tail swished once when he witnessed you pop the pills in your mouth and wash them down with water. “Good,” he appraised you, obliging you with a rub to your scent glands. A shudder escaped from you.

“Oh, stop being like that,” Price hissed once again, tugging your ear. His actions could be seen as rude and unforgiving, but as pack Alpha he had to enforce the rules. For you, that meant no coitus. He didn’t want his men to get lost in the sauce, to be bribed by you and forget their duties. “Now go to bed, Y/N. Maybe I’ll take you somewhere.” Price, with a grunt, heaved himself to his feet, nodding at Gaz to follow suit. Gaz followed, but not before giving you a knowing smile. His long tail flicked behind him.

You sighed and glanced down at the glass of water, wondering where Price might take you out to. To eat? To have fun? Nevertheless, you stood up shortly after and padded to your room, the worn floorboards creaking underneath your weight.

It was dark but the hallway was illuminated by the waxing moon. When it was in this stage, it was said that it was a time of refinement. You tsk'ed. Very ironic after you just took suppressants.

Taking a moment to appreciate the moon, you studied its rugged surface. The way the craters on it made it vary from an ashy white to a dark grey. Your ears perked in admiration.

The next day

Price, unusually calm, flashed his fangs as a welcoming gesture when he spotted you slinking out of your room in the morning. He was relieved you wouldn’t go around the base anymore begging the others to do you. He observed you eating a muffin and he spent that time grooming his tail until you finished.

He eyes your greasy face and untamed hair. “Wash your face. Brush your hair. I want you all groomed for today. Dress nicely and modestly.” His face was stern but unkind. It was obvious he cared for you no matter what he has done.

“Yes, okay, whatever,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes. With a stretch and pop, you headed to the bathroom. Soap noticed you and smirked, flicking your ears. You folded your ears back in irritation and grumbled, making him laugh at your groggy state.

After cleaning yourself up as Price told you so, you quickly dressed and loped around the base, your ears swiveling as you searched for the captain.

“Whaddaya doing,” a gruff voice called out behind you. Ghost. “You’re running around like a lizard without a tail.”

“I’m looking for Price,” you responded, turning around to face the Alpha. “Er, he told me to get ready, but I don’t kno-“

His ears twitched. “You’re on suppressants aren’t you?” Ghost’s query cut you off, one large hand reaching for your shoulder. He brought his nose to your scent glands, noticing the once thick and musky scent was now faint and airy. His tail jerked to one side.

Realizing how intrusive that might’ve come across, and how it might've revealed his intentions, he backed away and gave you space “…Good. You were practically suffocating everyone here. And as for Price, I think he might be in the lounge area.” He shifted his weight.

Your ear tilted to the side, awkwardly confused. Hey, at least now I know where Price is. You shrugged it off meaning to ask later. “Thanks,” you mumbled before skittering away.

“Price!” You called out, dressed for a casual say of whatever. His ears flicked, he looked at you and blinked approvingly. "Are you ready? Let's go."