I don't like anyone better than you(it's true)
alpha!ran x alpha!mikey x alpha!draken x omega!reader
summary - when you go to visit your brother in prison you catch the attention of a few touch starved alphas.
cws - omegaverse, there's scenting and breeding, and rough, posessive sex, readers brother is an addict in prison, dub!con bordering on non! con the first time but tbh reader's into it they make her feel safe, she's just nervous. unhealthy behavior, ran/mikey/draken use their gang connections to keep an eye on reader while they're in prison, daddy, alpha, god, choking, impact play, spitting, praise, degradation, yandere, offscreen violence, so much smut, they genuinely come to care for you.
You shift your weight nervously, holding the phone to your ear. Your brother looks bad, even by prison standards. Heâs lost weight, and the circles underneath his eyes are purpled.Â
âIâm fine.â He mutters. âHowâre you, howâs mom?âÂ
âMomâs,â you trail off, âDrinking a lot but keeping up appearances.âÂ
âSo normal.â He cracks a grin. âAnd you? Howâs work?âÂ
âGood but a lot.â You press your lips together. âIâm just really worried about you, are you safe, are you eating enough?â He sighs.Â
âIâm fine, I already told you.â He shrugs. âYouâre the one who has to deal with mom, Iâd rather be on the inside.â You nod. âAnd what the hell are you doing here, anyway?â You droop a little.
âI, I can handle being here. I canât handle the idea of you serving a six-month sentence without any visitors.âÂ
âItâs dangerous for you to be here.â He says firmly.Â
âWell, Iâm not going to stop coming.â You retort, with as much venom as you can muster. He seems to relent a little at that.Â
âI donât like the way even the guards look at you,â he says, expressing his annoyance with an eye roll, âItâs disgusting.â You sigh and change the subject.Â
âWell, I sent you some money, so-â He rolls his eyes, âStop I mean, just use it, okay, fuck your pride, this is important. Just a few more weeks.â He nods, and the guard signals itâs time for him to go.Â
âSee you next week.â He nods to you warily. âIâll uh, Iâll spend your cash, just be safe for me, alright?â You stand and give him a little wave before he disappears on the other side of the glass. There are a few more people visiting, but the guard waves you through the open door, your shoes squeaking on the cement floor. He leads you down an unfamiliar hallway, it must be closer to where the prisoners are staying because you can smell the pheromones all around you. This was, after all, a prison for Alphas. Not a place youâd ideally like to be lost in.Â
âOh ah,â you stop and turn to the guard, âThis isnât um, this isnât the way I came in.â The guard just shrugs, and opens a door, ignoring you.Â
âThis way.â He says firmly.
âThank you.â You say politely, hands folded in front of your body as you enter what you thought would be a hallway, but looks like some kind of interrogation room, with a table and no windows. You let out a little terrified squeak as you make eye contact with three of the most terrifying-looking men youâve ever seen, you whirl around but the heavy door closes behind you, and the handle doesnât budge. They stare at you like youâre dinner, served up on a silver platter. You bang on the locked door, ignoring them to the best of your ability. âUm, Hello,â you call down the hallways, âItâs, thereâs been a mistake, I think-âÂ
âDonât bother, sweetheart.â The tallest alpha says, and his voice is low and rasping. You turn around and flatten yourself against the door. âHe ainât cominâ back until we get what we want.â You swallow.Â
âSheâs shaking.â The other man has candy-colored hair thatâs been growing out at the roots, lavender fading to black. âThatâs fuckinâ adorable.âÂ
âW-what do you um, what do you want?â You manage, voice betraying your fear. âI do um, I do have some money, I could give you, but the guards have my wallet and things-âÂ
âWe donât want your money.â The shortest man says, and his dark eyes bore holes into you. âMove away from the door.â You listen, scooting just a little to the left, still flat against the door. âIâm Mikey.â He says, sounding bored, âThatâs Draken, and Ran.â He gestures to the other men, you swallow and nod to them. âWe run this place.â You nod.Â
âN-nice to meet you.â You stammer and Ran chuckles.Â
âSo what the hell is an omega doing here,â The tallest one, Draken, speaks first, âWhat the fuck was going through your head when you got out of bed this morning?âÂ
âI-â You swallow, all moisture promptly leaves your mouth at the anger in his tone. âIâm sorry,â you blurt, and he softens a degree. âI, thereâs no one else to visit my brother.â You jiggle the door handle but it wonât budge. âPlease, I-.â You whisper.Â
âRelax sweetheart,â Ran smiles, his pronounced canines glinting in the fluorescents. âWeâve got a deal for you, I think youâre gonna want to take it.âÂ
âWhatâs the deal?â You whisper, hands shaking so badly you clasp them together to stop their trembling.Â
âYouâre gonna be a very, very good girl for us,â Draken drawls, âAnd weâre not gonna kill your burnout brother.â Your mouth goes dry.Â
âI, um,â you take a short shallow breath, âIâm n-n-not sure,âÂ
âBabyâs having a panic attack,â Ran coos, âCâmere sweetheart, calm down.â Ran strides across the room to you, monstrously tall and lanky, âGimme your hands,â His orange prison shirt is unbuttoned, and when he leans forward it swings open, revealing a colossal tattoo covering half of his chest. He smells like cigarettes and pine trees, and youâre so terrified you can hardly move, but somehow you summon the will to hold your hands out to him. He flattens them between giant palms and leads you over to the table, which is chained to the floor in the middle of the room.Â
âGood omega,â Draken repeats, putting a hand on your shoulder and starting to slip your jacket off. âJust do everything daddy says and itâll all be fine.â You nod.Â
âFuck,â Ran breathes, looking you up and down, âBeen so fucking long since Iâve had pussy,âÂ
âTough,â Mikey says sharply, from where heâs leaning against the wall. âIâm going first.â Youâre still shaking and Draken starts rubbing your back, setting your jacket on the table. He slips out of his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and tattooed muscle. Heâs got one tendril of hair falling out of his dark braid.Â
âWeâre not gonna hurtcha,â Draken practically growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you feel his lips on your neck, and moan softly. Ran leans down and kisses you tenderly, cupping your face with one hand. Mikey clears his throat.Â
âEasy, boss,â Ran straightens up, âWeâre just calming her down.â He smooths your hair then Draken spins you around to face Mikey, who still looks bored. He walks over to you, hands in his pockets. Heâs taller than you, but barely, eyes so dark theyâre nearly black.Â
âYou got a boyfriend?â He asks, and you shake your head. âYou a virgin?â You shake your head again. âGood.â He moves you then, so quickly you barely realize itâs happening, he bends you over the metal table, and yanks your skirt down to your ankles, your panties soon follow. You whimper quietly as he parts your folds and slips a finger inside you experimentally. âFuck,â he looks at the other two men, âSheâs fucking wet.â You moan with embarrassment and your hands fly to your face. Draken pulls them away, pinning them to the cool table. Ran rubs a circle on your back as Mikey scissors his fingers, and then roughly pushes himself inside you. âOh my god,â he mumbles, âOh my fucking god,â he throws his head back, sighing deeply.Â
âYeah?â Draken says, tightly holding your wrists. Mikey nods.Â
âMissed this so fuckinâ much,â He says softly, before setting a brutal pace, you moan loudly, and Ran covers your mouth. âGood slut,â Mikey says, massaging your ass before burying himself inside you to the hilt and stilling, enjoying the way you feel wrapped tightly around him. Heâs long, and with every thrust of his heavy cock you feel him nudging against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You warble something out against Ranâs hand, and the tall man tangles long fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp.Â
âYouâre doing so well,â He says, âSuch a good little lamb.â You sniffle a little, tears in your eyes.Â
âYou on birth control?â Draken asks and you shake your head desperately. He smirks and looks at the other two men. âBet I breed her before you can.âÂ
âGo to hell,â Mikey chokes out, âIâm so fucking close,â his grip on your hips becomes bruising as you feel him get impossibly hard inside you, and then relax, finishing with a stream of violent swearing. You tremble on the table and Ran releases your mouth.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, âPlease, please donât hurt me.â Draken chuckles darkly.Â
âIâm pretty big, baby,â he coos in his low rasp, âItâs gonna hurt,â You swallow.Â
âHer pussyâs something else,â Mikey says, collapsing in a chair, not helping Ran hold you down.Â
âItâs just been eight months on the inside,â Ran rolls his eyes, âAll pussy is something else.âÂ
âI like this omega,â Mikey complains, âIâm keeping her.â You freeze just as Draken lines up behind you,Â
âYouâre scarinâ the poor thing,â Draken coos, rubbing your back affectionately. âDonât worry, baby weâll take such good care of you, now that youâre ours.â You shiver, and Ran squeezes your hand, pinning your wrists to the table. You feel him start to push his length inside you and your mouth drops open, and your eyes flutter shut. He reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair and then rests his other hand heavily on your lower back, groaning a little as he slowly starts to fuck you. âOh my god,â he mutters, âHow much dâya think weâd have to bribe the guards to take her back to our cell?âÂ
âToo much.â Ran says icily. âBut donât worry, lamb, weâll have our men keep an eye on you while youâre not here.â Youâre barely coherent, Draken is fucking you deep and slow, with the patience of a saint, savoring every thrust, sending you closer and closer to your high without sending you over the edge.Â
âGimme her hands.â Draken snaps at Ran, who obliges, Draken folds them behind your back and uses them as leverage as he picks up the pace, âFuck baby,â he groans, âIâm gonna breed this tight little cunt, make it fuckinâ mine,â he hits the last word hard, half snarling, feeling you start to clench down on him. âYou wanna cum?â He says, taking his free hand and brushing some hair from your face, âYou wanna cum, baby, ask daddy for permission.âÂ
âP-please,â you warble. âPlease daddy,âÂ
âJesus fucking christ,â Draken snaps, âYeah, fuck yeah,â he rakes his nails down your back as you cum hard on his cock and he follows soon after. Youâre crying quietly, and he sighs happily, tracing a pattern on your back for a minute before taking Ranâs seat when he stands. Ran pulls you to your feet and then knocks your legs out from under you, laying you on the table on your back.Â
âI wanted to see your pretty tits,â he coos, pushing your shirt up as Draken pins your wrists above your head, âSince youâre such a pretty crier.âÂ
âShe is,â Mikey breathes, leaning back in his chair. Ran cracks a smile at his boss, reaching down and playing with your puffy little clit, making you squirm on the table.Â
âTell me something,â He says to you, âWhat do you do?âÂ
âM-marketing and data analysis.â You mumble, trying to focus even as he teases you.Â
âI didnât know omegas could have jobs like that,â he coos, âAnd how much do you make?â He asks, draping your legs over his shoulder, watching your back arch up off the table.Â
âNinety thousand a year.â You get out, closing your eyes, lifting your hips into his touch. He chuckles darkly.Â
âIf youâre a good girl for us,â He smirks, âIâll double it.â He pushes his cock inside you and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. He doesnât fuck you like Draken, doesnât start slow, heâs immediately thrusting with full speed and power, palming your tits with one hand, the other holding your legs while he pounds into you. âHoly shit,â he breathes, âMissed pussy so goddamn much,â he throws his head back, swearing, his hands sinking into the plush of your thighs. Your breath is coming in short sharp gasps, youâre barely aware of whatâs happening around you, of Draken softly carding his fingers through your hair, of Mikey watching smugly as Ran loses his composure on top of you.Â
âIf you wanna cum,â He says icily, âBetter start begging.â The words pour from your mouth, nearly unbidden, it just feels so good, and he reaches down, and closes his fist around your throat. âGo ahead, slut, cum for me.â He orders and you obey, your orgasm ripping through your body, feeling like youâve tumbled over the edge into a free fall. When youâre aware again a few minutes later, heâs cumming deep inside you and lightly slapping your face. âSay thank you alpha.â He instructs.Â
âTh-thank you alpha.â You whisper, lying on the table. Youâre only partially aware of Ran and Draken helping you back into your clothes. Draken takes your chin in one hand, gently but firmly.Â
âYouâre gonna come back next week, same time.â You swallow, glancing at them nervously, legs shaking.
âA-a-are you sure?â You ask. He laughs, looking at the other men.Â
âWe sure?â His voice drips sarcasm.Â
âYes.â Mikey says flatly, but he reaches for you, and the other men step away. He holds you tightly to his chest. He buries his face in your neck, sighing before letting you go. Your hands are still shaking so he takes them. âSame time, next week. No one but us will touch you.â You get an odd look on your face and Mikey cocks his head, expecting resistance.
âH-heâs not eating.â You blurt out, and they look at you, confused, âMy b-brother, heâs not eating and heâs, heâs only 19.â You look down at your hands. âIf I-I come back, c-could you make sure, make sure no one is taking his food.â Thereâs a brief silence. âIâll be good,â you promise, looking up at them, desperately, âIâll be so good for you.â The men exchange glances and for a moment no one speaks.
âYeah,â Draken relents, and the other men look at him quickly. âYeah, weâll make sure no oneâs fuckinâ with his food.â You let out a deep sigh of relief. You leave the room, and youâre ushered down a hallway, given your keys and wallet, and shove them in your pocket. Your first thought, when your car starts, is emergency contraception. You speed to the nearest Walgreens and donât even wait until you get home to take the pill.Â
You flop on your couch in your apartment, head spinning, and then jump into the shower, avoiding your reflection in the mirror, sure there will be bite marks and bruises.Â
âGot a soft spot for the bitch already?â Ran teases, leaning against the wall and smoking while Draken curls a weight.Â
âWeâve been in here for eight months,â Draken grunts, setting the weight down, sweat glistening in the late afternoon sun. âAnd sheâs the first omega who set foot in this building.â He shrugs. âYou donât wanna be her favorite?â Ran chuckles, taking a long drag.Â
âItâs a good point. Surprised Mikey even went for it.âÂ
âIâm not.â Draken goes back to curling the weight. âHeâs used to gettinâ it whenever. In his world, pussy costs money and heâs willing to pay.âÂ
âYeah.â Ran looks out at the setting sun. âHonestly, I didn't give much of a shit about the bitch, nice pussy, nice face, I like her tits.â He shrugs. âThought it was cute though. That she was ready to do whatever for her little bro.âÂ
âConsidering youâre serving Rinâs time.â Draken grunts, setting the weight down again. âMakes sense that youâd feel that way.â âAlready looked into it, by the way,â Ran confirms. âShe was right, there was a group of guys keepinâ him from the mess hall.â Draken stretches, setting the weight on the ground.
âYeah?â He smirks. âHow long are they in hospital for?âÂ
âFew weeks.â Ran returns his smile. âFelt good.âÂ
The whole week youâre on edge, locking your doors, jumping at every little noise. A few times you think youâre being followed. On Saturday morning you put just a little bit more makeup on than usual, wondering why youâre dressing up for them, putting on nice underwear, matching your bra. Your car doesnât start right away, and you have a little panic attack before you realize you need to turn the key all the way. You get there early, and you feel like youâre being watched, handing over your wallet and phone to the guards, checking your coat. You're wearing a skirt again, and a soft sweater. Your brother looks better, you decide, a little less haggard, a little less tired. You feel a vague sense of accomplishment, chattering with him happily.Â
âA few weeks,â You give him a warm smile. âAnd momâs got a room for you, Iâve got a job lined up for you, everythingâs gonna be fine.â He manages to crack a smile.Â
âYeah.â He looks down at his hands. âWarehouse shit, huh?â You nod. âNot bad.â He nods. âAm I stuck with the graveyard shift?â You shrug.Â
âI donât know, I can find out?â You offer, and he nods.Â
âSâweird. Looking forward to something.â He leans back. âIâve been so focused on surviving for so long.âÂ
âListen,â you lean forward, attempting to close the gap heâs drawn. âAddiction is an illness, and youâre clean. You have a support system. Weâre all here for you.â He nods, and the guard signals that his time is up. âSee you next week.â You say quickly, and he smiles.Â
âYeah, of course. See you next week.â He stands up and the guards lead him away. Your
stomach does a backflip as the guard leads you down the hallway again, bypassing the exit. He opens the door and this time your hands are almost not shaking as you hear the heavy metal door slam behind you. Theyâre waiting, Ranâs sitting at the table, and Mikey and Draken are leaning against the wall. This time none of them are wearing their shirts and you suppose you canât blame them, itâs an unseasonably warm fall. Somehow your legs carry you forward but you stop just short of them.Â
âWhatsa matter,â Ran drawls, âYou need instructions?â You nod despite yourself and he laughs genuinely. âFuck thatâs adorable,â he reaches a hand out like lightning and it curls around your wrist, yanking you into his lap. Draken pushes off the wall and pulls your sweater over your head, palming your breasts through your bra. Ran doesnât even take your panties off, just slips them to the side and starts roughly fingering you, pulling a short gasp from your lips. âYou can touch me,â he says, smiling evilly, and you reach forward experimentally, wrapping your arms around his neck. He decides, evidently that youâre prepped enough, shoving his pants down and bullying his cock inside you. You moan a little, half pain, half pleasure, and he wraps two muscled arms around your waist, setting a brutal pace. He doesnât let you ride, he lifts your body up and slams it down on his cock.Â
âOh my god,â you repeat over and over again, âOh my god, oh my god, fuck,â your mouth drops open.Â
âTell me you love it.â Ran says, âTell me how much you love my cock.âÂ
âL-love it,â you choke out, âLove your cock alpha, thank, thank you,â you tighten your grip on his neck.Â
âThis pussy belongs to us,â He snaps, and you lift your head to hold eye contact with him when you nod.Â
âYes sir,â you gasp again, âFuck, fuck-â you lose yourself in it, relaxed a bit now that you know theyâre not going to hurt you, feeling an odd sense of purpose while pleasing them.Â
âCum for me.â He orders, âI wanna feel you cum while I split you fuckinâ open,â you whimper and he watches you lose control for a moment, babbling something incoherent while your orgasm overtakes you. He cums inside you a few moments later, tucking your body into his own, burying your teary face in his neck. Draken clears his throat.Â
âWe donât have time for that shit.â He says. âYou can cuddle her on the outside.â If you werenât still cockdrunk that might have set off some alarm bells in your head. Ran gives you a little squeeze and then acquiesces. Draken pulls you to your feet, but your legs give out from under you. He catches you dexterously, cradling your body to his warm broad chest, and laying you down on the table, taking your panties off. Ranâs eyes are closed, heâs blissed out, but Draken turns to Mikey. âYouâre fucking quiet.â The blonde shrugs.Â
âI didnât finish her last time.â He mutters, looking away. âI wasnât sure weâd have half an hour.â Draken shrugs.Â
âDidnât realize you cared about that.âÂ
âI donât,â Mikey says, still grumpy. âHurry the fuck up.â Draken shrugs again and eases himself inside you, watching the expression on your face as he fills you up, watches you struggle to take it, squirming a little to get out of the way.Â
âWhere ya goinâ,â he teases, âToo much for you, is daddyâs cock too much?â You nod, and he reaches out and wraps a hand around your neck, not exerting any pressure, but you freeze. âThatâs a good girl,â he says, starting to fuck you slowly, âStay still fâme.â He chokes you just a little and feels you clench down on him. âYou like that,â he asks, âLike it when daddy chokes you?â You nod. He picks up the pace just a little, choking you harder, âFuck, yeah,â he groans, âYou ready for me to cum inside that pussy, fill you up?â You nod again, emphatically and he chokes you even harder as he finishes, feeling you struggle for air, squirming on the table but he closes his eyes, letting his own high sweep him away. By the time he lets go of your neck youâre gasping for breath, Ran runs his long fingers through your hair affectionately.Â
âSo rough,â He teases, âSo rough with our sweet thing.âÂ
âFuck off,â Draken snaps. âYou slapped her last time.â Ran grins.Â
âDid I forget this time?â He muses. âHm.â Draken ignores him, plucking you off the table and holding you against his chest, rubbing your back. Mikey rolls his eyes, taking the shirt thatâs tied around his waist and folding it on the floor.Â
âGive her to me.â He says softly, and Draken obliges. Mikey takes you and sets you on your knees on his shirt. He arranges you so that your palms are flat on the concrete floor and glances at the other two men. âI wanna know how she sucks cock.â You swallow nervously. âEither of you still hard?â Draken shakes his head but Ran shrugs.Â
âMostly.âÂ
âGet over here and fuck her face.â Ran grins.Â
âDonât have to tell me twice, boss.â He moves across the room and kneels in front of you, âNot too fast,â he says, rapping your nose to get your attention. âNo teeth.â You nod. âSay yes alpha.â He reminds you.Â
âYes, alpha,â you look up at him as Mikey starts to fuck you hard and fast, pulling hushed moans from your lips. You open your mouth and Ran pushes his cock inside, forcing it down your throat and you manage somehow not to gag, even with Mikey pounding into you. The second time youâre not as lucky, your eyes watering.Â
âThatâs it,â Ran coos, hands tangled in your hair, âCry for me while you choke on it.â You donât have a choice theyâre both so strong, and after a few minutes, Mikey reaches around your body and rubs at your clit, itâs enough to bring you to the edge and hold you there. Ran pulls out, and cups your tear-streaked face, âYou wanna cum, sweetheart.âÂ
âYes sir.â You choke out, âPlease, can-âÂ
âAsk Mikey.â He coaches.Â
âCall me god.â Mikey snaps coldly, âAsk your god if you can cum.âÂ
âPlease please god-â You beg, voice hitched and desperate, âPlease, please please-âÂ
âGo ahead,â He snaps, âFuck,â nearly cumming immediately at the sound of you begging for his divine mercy. Ran pulls out and then jacks off onto your tongue, groaning loudly as he watches you swallow. He pets your head, after, helping you to your feet as Mikey gets dressed again. You stumble, and catch yourself on the table, looking for your panties.Â
âIâm keeping these.â Ran smirks, dangling your pink cotton panties in the air and then pocketing them.Â
âY-yes alpha.â You manage and he grins. Draken helps you get dressed, rubbing soft circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre not seeing anyone else.â He says darkly, and itâs half question, half order.Â
âN-no.â You look up at him. âIâm not seeing anyone else.âÂ
âGood girl,â He praises, smoothing your hair. Mikey touches your shoulder, and you turn to look at him. To your surprise, he folds you into his body, crushing you against his chest, pulling you across the table. He sighs, one hand on the back of your head, looking at Ran and Draken as if youâre not even there.Â
âWe need to talk about shipments, and about how weâll maintain control when weâre out.âÂ
âHanmaâs always game to go back inside,â Ran snickers, âItâs like a game to him how much he can break out.â Mikey nods.Â
âPossible.â He says. Draken clears his throat and gestures to you. âI donât care what she hears,â Mikey says flatly. âShe knows not to cross us, donât you?â He shifts you so that you can look at him.Â
âI, I wouldnât.â You say softly. âDo anything to hurt you.â You swallow. âI know youâre helping my brother.â Mikey nods, leaning down and kissing you tenderly, one arm around your waist, practically holding you up.Â
âTime to go.â He says quietly and you nod, adjusting your hair and then scooting out of the room, leaving them alone. Mikey massages his temples. âHer brother gets out in two weeks.â He says. Ran smiles.Â
âI think we could impress upon her the importance of her return by proxy.â Draken rolls his eyes but Mikey nods.Â
âUse Chifuyu though.â He says. âRindou will scare her so much sheâll be in the wind.âÂ
âAw,â Ran grins, âMy little bro isnât scary heâs like, five foot ten.â He shoves his hands in his pockets and starts towards the door.Â
âWorried sheâs not gonna get home safe?â Draken says, raising his eyebrows. Ran shrugs. Â
âItâs a dangerous world out there.â He pushes the heavy metal door open. âYou, of all people know that.â He leaves the two men alone, heading to the yard. Thereâs a brief silence before Mikey speaks.Â
âHeâs right,â Mikey says. âSheâs a nice girl. Bad things happen to nice girls all the time.âÂ
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Youâre making dinner alone in your apartment, a cool wind blowing outside your windows when thereâs a knock on your door. You turn down the heat on your stove, and then make your way to the door peeking out before opening it. Thereâs no one in the hallway and your heart races. You close the door, and lock it, forcing yourself to breathe deeply.Â
âItâs nothing.â You say out loud, alone. âItâs nothing.â You go back to your soup and put your headphones in.Â
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A week later Ran is grimacing at breakfast when Draken and Mikey join him at a table, he pushes the oatmeal around the tray.Â
âUgh.â He shakes his head. âCanât wait to eat normal food again, and,â he raises a finger, âChifuyu says she cooks,â Draken smirks.Â
âOf course she does.âÂ
âHe also says she works a lot, she does live alone, she hasnât been lying to protect a boyfriend. And sheâs already spooked, jumping at every little noise, I got the feeling she gave us a little google.âÂ
âHas he made contact?â Mikey asks and Ran shakes his head.Â
âI bet sheâll come if we tell her without him making any threats,â Draken says. âRemember how much she was shakinâ that first time?âÂ
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This time you open the metal door by yourself, letting it close behind you. Your fingers are laced in front of you. Theyâre waiting, like always, and today your hands nearly donât shake.Â
âHello.â You say softly. âI um, Iâm not sure if um, youâre aware of what happens, when you type your names into a search engine.â Draken chuckles darkly and Ran smirks. âB-but I wanted to say that um, I appreciate you not um, not murdering me.âÂ
âWeâre not going to hurt you,â Ran says, extending a hand, âCome here, sweetheart.â You tentatively take his hand and let him pull you into him. âWe got somethinâ to talk to you about.â You nod. âYou know your brotherâs getting out this week.âÂ
âYeah.â You say softly.Â
âBut youâre gonna keep coming to see us, like a good girl, arenât you?ââ You swallow nervously.Â
âI-i-if thatâs what you want.â You say quickly.Â
âGood girl,â Draken rumbles, pulling you from Ran, smoothing your hair. Mikey rests a hand on your shoulder and you glance at him, he leans in and kisses you, cupping your face in two huge hands, moving you so that youâre pinned against the wall. As he reaches for the waistband of your skirt, an alarm blares, and shouting can be heard as footsteps thunder through the hallway outside. You let out a squeak, and Mikey whirls around, covering your mouth.Â
âShit,â Ran breathes. âWe gotta go if thereâs a riot.âÂ
âWe canât leave her here,â Mikey says, âDraken you stay.â He shoves your body at the huge man, who catches you dexterously, nodding. Mikey and Ran take off at a sprint, leaving the two of you alone. Draken moves quickly, turning the light off in the room and pulling you into the corner, sliding to the floor with you in his lap, your back against his chest.Â
âWhatâs happening?â You whisper.
âCould be a few things,â Draken responds, you can feel the vibrations of his low voice against your back, âCould be an escape attempt, could be a fight, but theyâre gonna lock shit down.â He presses his lips to the top of his head. âAnd youâre on the wrong side of the visitor's wall.â You swallow, visibly trembling.Â
âOh.âÂ
âNo oneâs gonna touch ya.â He says, tightening his grip on you, his thick arms pinning you to his chest. âMikey runs shit in here, and Iâve never seen him lose a fight.â You snuggle into his chest. âYouâre so sweet,â he murmurs, rubbing your back, âWhatcha doinâ livinâ on your own, huh?â You look up at him.Â
âH-how do you know I live on my own?â He cocks his head just a degree, and the obvious hits you. âOh, ah, youâve been-âÂ
âKeepinâ an eye on you.â He says, still tracing a pattern on your back with a huge hand. âBeing around us might put a target on your back.â You swallow. âSo answer the question.âÂ
âI-I-I work a lot,â you say quickly, âAnd dating is, dating is hard. Iâm,â you squirm a little, âIâm quite shy. And anxious.â He kisses the top of your head again.Â
âYou feel safe right now?â You nod. âGood, sweetheart.â You feel his hands on your waist, rubbing soft circles, he smells so good, and his pheromones are so strong that you nearly drift off to sleep. Ten minutes pass, then twenty. âYou wanna sleep?â He offers, and you nod, fully facing into his chest, he palms the back of your head, tangling his hands in your hair. You can feel him humming an old song, something you barely recognize, dancing on the edge of your memory as you slip off to sleep. You wake when he stirs, warm and heavy-lidded, and he helps you stand. âAll clear.â He says, but you sleepily cling to his t-shirt. âYou gonna miss me?â He teases, and you nod.Â
âMhm.â You mumble, and he laughs quietly.Â
âDontcha worry that pretty little head,â he stands and sets you reluctantly on the table. âIâll see ya real soon.â He walks you to the visitor's exit, and you leave the building, stopping in your car for a few minutes, waiting until youâre coherent enough to drive.
That Wednesday, you pick up your brother, and he gives you a quick hug and a big smile in the waiting room.Â
âTheyâre just finishing the paperwork.â He explains, sitting down, in the clothes heâd been arrested in, a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans.Â
âYou look good.â You take something out of your bag and slide it across the table. He breaks into a wide smile.Â
âYou made me a little lunch.â He says, opening it, âOh my god,â you giggle, there are little chicken cutlets on a bed of rice, tucked in underneath a blanket of eggs. âJust like you made me when I was in middle school.â You shrug, returning his warmth. He starts eating right away, wolfing down your cooking desperately. A guard comes and taps you on the shoulder.Â
âIs there a problem?â You ask, and the guard just shrugs. âI guess Iâll be right back.â You give your brother a wave, he looks concerned but he doesnât say anything. The guard takes you down a new hallway, and you fidget nervously, he opens a heavy metal door for you and you enter the room, realizing itâs empty. You wait for a couple of minutes, not even bothering to check if the door is locked behind you, you sit on the table, swinging your legs. It opens a few minutes later, and to your surprise, itâs Mikey alone.Â
âI, I brought you something.â You say quickly, and he raises his eyebrows. You take three little bento boxes out of your bag. âI wasnât sure um if youâd want to see me.â He takes the box from you, slipping an arm around your waist and sliding you off the table, crushing you against his body.Â
âThank you.â He says softly, and he holds you, rubbing your back and burying his face in your neck for a full ten minutes, neither of you speaks, but thereâs an odd comfort to being around Mikey. He smells like cigarettes and light cologne. âJust wanted to see you.â He mumbles. âOnly have a few minutes.â He explains, leaning back and letting you go. âWeâll see you this weekend.â You nod.Â
âTh-thank you.â You manage, and he inhales deeply, you see the dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands are shaking. You impulsively take them, drawing him into you.Â
âYouâre a good girl,â he says softly, and he feels you shiver with pleasure at his praise. âOur good girl.â You nuzzle into him, and he squeezes you before letting you go. âTake your brother home.âÂ
âWho um, who do I say Iâm here to visit this weekend?â You ask, and Mikey shrugs.Â
âYou can say Kisaki Tetta.â He says, glancing at you over his shoulder before leaving with the lunches you brought. You take your brother home and help him get settled at your mom's place, telling him that if you had the room you would take him in, but after all, itâs just you in your one-bedroom apartment. Itâs midway through the week when one of your co-workers convinces you to go out to a local bar. Youâre nursing your drink, standing at the table while she chatters when someone touches your shoulder. Heâs tall, obviously an alpha with broad shoulders and a tattoo you canât quite make out over his shoulder.Â
âH-hi,â You manage, aware of how heâs leering at you, smiling down at you, flashing his long canine teeth.Â
âYouâre so small,â he rasps, and for some reason, it feels so different from when Mikey, or Draken, or Ran comments on your size, it doesnât feel protective, it feels predatory.Â
âUm,â you squeak, trying to scoot around him. âIâve got to get back to my friends.â He rolls his eyes.Â
âDonât be like that,â he growls, a huge hand closing on your wrist as you try to get by, to signal to your friends that you need help, but you canât see them in the crowd of people. You pull against him but itâs futile, he drags you through a side door and into the alley at the side of the bar. Itâs cold, and you feel him shove you up against the wall, hands tracing your silhouette. He shoves a knee between your legs, forcing them apart. You gasp and claw at his chest.
âPlease, I-âÂ
âYouâre unmarked.â He cuts you off. âWhereâs your alpha, huh, shouldnât you be scented, protected?â You swallow.Â
âI-I-â You go to say you donât have one, and then briefly wonder if thatâs true anymore. You donât spend much time on it, though, because you hear a sickening crunch as someoneâs fist collides with the alphaâs face. He slides backward, yelling something as you see three figures in the alley.Â
âSave some for me,â you hear a familiar voice complain and you watch Ran Haitani, dressed in some ridiculous pastel suit, step over a muddy, slushy puddle. He flicks something in his hand and it extends, you see itâs a long black baton.Â
âBe faster next time.â You see now, blinking in the darkness, a familiar grin. âHey there,â Draken says softly, lifting you up off your feet. He nestles you against his chest, tucking you under his jacket. âYou okay?â You nod, burying your face in his neck and inhaling deeply.Â
âLetâs go.â You hear, and look up to see Mikey, looking bored. âOr theyâll rescind your out early on good behavior, Haitani.â Ran grins, shoes covered with the blood of the other alpha.Â
âTheyâll never get me again.â Draken rolls his eyes and you find yourself carried into a large luxurious car. Draken doesnât deposit you on the seat though, keeping you pressed against his chest.Â
âYouâre shakinâ.â He says quietly, as the car begins to move.Â
âThe hell do you think youâre doing?â Mikey says, and you shrink against Draken, âGoing out on your own like that?âÂ
âI,â you somehow find your voice, âI, just um, I didnât think it would be dangerous.â You lift your head and look at him, âIâm sorry.â He softens as if he hadnât expected an apology. âI wonât,â you swallow trying to think of what you could promise him, part of your brain processing that youâre suddenly alone with three extremely dangerous criminals. âWhere are we going?â You twist in Drakens lap, and he allows you to move so that your back is against his chest.Â
âPrison sucks,â Ran says, shifting uncomfortably. âAnd you coulda dipped, after the first time, probably wouldnât have blamed you.â You press your lips together.Â
âI didnât want to leave you there, like that.â You say very quietly, âIt was so hard, for my brother and you all seemed,â you look down at your hands, âLike you needed me.â You fidget, âIâm not, it makes me feel good. To be needed.â Draken is rubbing your upper arms.Â
âWeâre gonna take good care of ya,â He rumbles, tucking your head under his chin. âYouâre ours now, no oneâs gonna fuck with ya ever again.â Â
âWhatâs a sweet little omega like you doing living on your own anyway?â Ran asks, and you have a moment where you try and remember if youâd mentioned to them that you live on your own, but then remember theyâd mentioned keeping an eye on you.Â
âI just,â you think about it. âI just havenât found anyone who wanted me, like that.â It comes out sadder, more lonely than you meant it, but you feel Draken pause the pattern heâd been tracing on your skin.Â
âOh,â Ran says, and itâs one of the first times youâve heard him speak without a layer of condescension to his voice, âThatâs not true, sweetheart, you just didnât notice.â He smirks, confidence back immediately, âYou just needed real alphas, and those are hard to come by these days.â You feel Draken laugh, a deep, warm sound.Â
âHeâs right,â he says, and when he speaks you can feel his breath in your ear. âAinât nothinâ wrong with you.â You hide your face, embarrassed at the praise, and he catches your chin in one hand, tipping it up, forcing you to look at him. âNone of that shit.â He rumbles.Â
âTh-thank you,â you mumble, nearly overwhelmed at his warm body so close to yours, âFor saving me, a-all of you.âÂ
âYouâre ours now,â Mikey says, his words cool and smooth. Draken feels the implicit order and releases you, handing you to the smaller alpha. âWe take care of our things, donât we?â He asks and Ran and Draken nod. Mikey smells like cologne and cigarettes, and he holds you so tightly it hurts a little.Â
âWhat does that mean?â You ask, looking up at his dark eyes. âWhere are we going?âÂ
âTo your new apartment,â Ran chirps, âWe canât have you living in that tiny little place, in that terrible neighborhood.â He shakes his head, âYou were kind to us so think of this as returning the favor.â Your mouth goes dry.Â
âI um, I like my apartment.â You say, struggling just the tiniest bit in Mikeyâs arms. âAnd, and I have plants there, plants that need to be watered.âÂ
âNo you donât,â Ran says, âYou donât like your apartment, itâs small.â You cock your head at him. âYouâve always wanted to get a place with more natural light, right?âÂ
âI mean, maybe?â You say softly. Ran grins.Â
âI mean if I were you,â he says, leaning back in the seat, stretching his long limbs out over black leather, âIâd be so glad to be chosen by not just one alpha, but three.âÂ
âI do,â you say quickly, âI do, I feel so lucky-âÂ
âGood,â Ran says, and his smile widens. âYouâre gonna love your new place. Betcha youâll make a soft little nest there, huh?â You canât help the warmth that gathers in your cheeks, you squirm in Mikeyâs lap. Mikey tucks your face into his neck, exhaling deeply.Â
âPrison sucks.â He grumbles. âIâm getting takeout the second we get home.â You sigh into him, dizzied by the pheromones in the car, consciousness floating up and out of your body. You barely feel him hand you to Ran, almost donât notice that they carry you out of the car, up an elevator to a huge penthouse with an open floor plan and a wall of windows overlooking the city.Â
 As soon as Mikey puts you down, Draken picks you up, his mouth on your neck, scenting you while rubbing little circles in your back.Â
âWe got you,â he murmurs. âYouâre safe now.â






















