Imagine being the og cobras pack omega and being pregnant with their first pup.
All five alphas are excited, their egos and pride are at all all time high after finding out their omega is pregnant. Lots of kissing and cuddling. Praise and reassurance.
All five of them taking care of her every step of the way, providing for her every need. All of them taking their own time to love on her and show her in their own ways how happy they are about the news. All of them gather at the end of every day to love on her, to check on her.
Johnny is the one that verbally praiseâs her every day thought the pregnancy. He tells her how beautiful ïżŒïżŒshe is, how good she looks pregnant. He tells her how amazing she is every day for doing this, by going though the pregnancy, by being such good pack omega to all of them. He makes sure she knows she is deeply loved by all of them.
Bobby is the one that makes sure that he is at every single doctors appointment, even if the others canât make it. Heâs always the one that is there for her. He makes sure she eats enough and eats right. Heâs the one that makes sure she takes all of her supplements and prenatal pills. He makes sure she gets enough exercise and rest.
Jimmy makes sure to give her lots of one-on-one time together. When she is sore and tired he is always by her side. He gives her messages when her feet hurt or her back aches. When her hips get wide he rubs them down to comfortïżŒïżŒ her. When she gets tired and needs some rest her will become her portable pillow, letting her lay all over him and cuddle him in any position she feels comfortable.
Tommy always makes her laugh and helps her stop crying when the pregnancy hormones get to much. Heâs the one that rubs her back in the morning when sheâs sick. When she cryâs heâs always there to crack a corny joke to brighten her mood. He holds her when she cries. When the pup kicks he is the first one to try and feel it, laughing the whole time that their pups a fighter already. Lots of kisses.
Dutch is her driver and protector. Heâs always with her and basically attached at the hip to her. He drives her around to every place she needs to go, heâs always got a hand on her while in stores. She canât be a foot outside the house without him near her. He grows at others in public if he thinks they are to close to her. He snaps at other alphas that even look her way while they are out. He always has a hand on her bump no matter where they are.
As the pregnancy progresses their nest doubles in size. Their space needs to expand for their family and comfortïżŒ. Longer group naps around the heavily pregnant omega, she lays in the center surroundedïżŒ by her loving and strong alphaâs. Every day she gets bigger and rounder. They grow more and more nurturing as the days go by. Her days in the nest grow longer as she gets closer to birth, they stay even closer then before to make sure she is safe.
She hasnât even given birth yet and they already know they want to do it all over again with her. To keep her fat and pregnant with their pupâs. They can only hope that she might have more in the next litter.
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" We chase misprinted lines, We face the path of time."
-'Nutshell',-Alice in Chains.
TW!: depiction of rape! - not by dean-o! kind of :( violence!
pt 4: Nutshell
Dean:
It's been about six weeks since the news. Making her 9 weeks pregnant. The pup is about the size of a raspberry. Crazy to think of just how tiny a life can be. Maia's features are just barely noticeable, but it was enough for me. To a stranger's eye she might look normal or at worst bloated from a weekend of binge eating. Each night, without fail, I would set my head over her stomach, gently, and just listen. I didn't expect myself to cry when I'd heard the faint drumming. Along with a keen sense of smell, if I focus hard enough I can hear better than normal humans. One of the perks of being an Alpha, I guess.
I talk to her stomach all the time, tell it how much I love it. Â We don't talk about her trauma, but every once in a while I'll catch her crying up a storm. I'd just sit there and hold her. Knowing what happened, made me feel guilty about making her hold that little boy. I had no idea how hard that must've been for her. The trail on Felix has run cold again, he's an elusive fucker.
I enjoyed cooking for Maia every morning, another way of providing for her and the baby. She's been having a hard time lately. Most of the day she can't leave our bedroom. If she does she gets violently nauseous from Bobby's, Sam's, and Cas' scents all hitting her nose at once. Sometimes she's able to bite the bullet and spend a few hours with all of us before retreating back to the safety of my flannels and the cold bedsheets. In the past few days I've noticed she gets very tired, fatigue settling in, the pup drains her out like a battery. I've gotten more territorial and growl at anyone who gets too close to the den, too quickly. Like yesterday, Sam was just chatting Maia up, casual, making her feel like she wasn't so alone or trapped inside our room. And I dunno I just snapped kind of. I shoved him out of the threshold and growled at him, pinning him to a wall until Cas peeled me off. I apologized immediately and Sam brushed it off externally but I could tell that it had effected him.
I let that moment race through my mind as I subconsciously listened to the TV, an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond was playing. I let out a sigh. I too was tired. Most of the time I couldn't sleep. I was constantly on alert, thinking of ways to provide for my growing family in between searching for other foreign Alphas, looking to make their moves. Maia always fell asleep quick when I was with her for the night. It's like I'm her personal version of Ambien. I stared at the ceiling thinking about everything and nothing until sleep washed over me.
I didn't expect to dream at all. But here I was, running into a vaguely familiar convenience store that I'd been working at for about three years. I was late, again. Gods, Tony is gonna kill me, he's the Alpha that runs the store, my boss. Not only was he an Alpha but he's an Alpha with a power complex. My shift was normal, the slow parts agonizing, and time flew when the store was busy. I was closing up tonight, just finishing my last isle, dipping the mop into the cruddy bucket water. Surprisingly Tony didn't give me a piece of his mind. Oddly I liked this little dumb job. Gaining little bits of green for my parents. And saving even tinier bits for me, not that I ever wanted much of anything. I was the kind of girl that would wear my soles down 'till they got holes- only then would I buy myself a new pair. Woah. What the fuck? Did I just call myself a girl? Â In the mirror of the employee bathroom I tied my hair up into a tight and high ponytail. I've heard of this before, but never thought more of it as being an old wives tale. I was staring at Maia, through her own earthen-shaded eyes, at myself. Soul-binding. It's a special bond that happens between mates. I was dreaming wasn't I? But all of this felt so real. God, even in a semi-dingy and generic uniform, Maia- sweetheart, you're beautiful.
I walked home, the house was dimly lit. Mom and Dad were up which was very odd. They sat on the old rickety couch, Mom leaning to one side because one of the springs that stuck out of the fabric too much. We couldn't afford to get a new one. I smiled at them not knowing what was wrong. "Hi." I went into the kitchen to grab a snack. I usually didn't take the time to have a lunch break, munching on a granola bar in-between punching in customers orders was enough for me. I noticed a paper on the counter by the sink. I picked it up examining the wall of text before me. A contract for Omega sales. I was deeply confused. After all I've sacrificed for them, they were selling me to strangers.
"Mom? Dad? What the hell is this?" I said walking into the cramped living room and chucking the paper in their direction. Even though I was angry, my eyes welled up with tears. How could they do such a thing? To their own daughter? All over money. They couldn't even look me in the eye. Two men came into view from the shadows of the house. They were both huge, towering over Maia's small frame. This is what it felt like to be an Omega? There's no way Maia could overpower these behemoths, even if she fought back. Me, being an Alpha I'd never felt like that before.
"Hey there, Baby-Doll. I'm glad I invested in you. Mmm those legs." said a foreign voice from behind her. Just that sentence made rage boil deep within me. Don't you talk to my girl, my wife, like that. Maia let her claws extend. She wasn't going to leave willingly. The larger of the two, the one dressed in a guards uniform took one of her wrists easily and snapped it. The pain crippled her, sending her to her knees. The other monument of a man stepped forward, he was dressed nicely, akin to a Mafia boss. He ran his fingers through her hair and I could feel his breath on her ear.
"I like it when you Omegas struggle, gets me all stiff. I'm gonna have a lotta fun breaking you, Baby-Doll. Say your goodbyes." Â This must have been Felix. He smelled of cigars, pungent and ever-present. The guard threw her over his shoulder. Screams ripped from her throat, begging for her parents to help her, but they only watched.
"Pleasure doing business, don't come looking for her, I'll be more than happy to chop you up myself." Felix warned them with a malice smile on his smug face. They shoved her into a car and put a black burlap sack over her head so she couldn't see where the Millhouse was located. They shoved her into a small gutted room with a mattress, minus the box-spring, on the cold floor. Her room had a chair, the one I recognized to be the one Sam and I had found her in. there was a functioning toilet there, surprisingly.
She'd been there for three days before her Heat hit, just like she said. It was agonizing, the sweltering temperatures couldn't quell themselves. Her mind was in a deep haze, barely able to hold conscious thought. Her throat was dry from dehydration, her Heat was making it worse too. In the distance at the end of the hall, there was an Omega making terrible animalistic pain filled grunts. Maia's thoughts figured out that conundrum for me. That poor Omega was stuck in this terrible place, in the middle of giving birth. From the sounds of it, no one paid her any mind, left the poor woman to herself in agony.
Felix came into a foggy view, pulling up a chair close to Maia's cell.
"Hello, Baby-Doll. You know I've never seen such a rare bird. You're a virgin right? Must be bad, havin' that Heat." he said taking a lighter and cigarette, lighting it and sucking in a drag. "No worries, Magdalena, I got somebody to help you out." he breathed out the smoke. Her cell door opened with a loud metallic creak. It was the same guard who'd broken her wrist days before. He was visibly taken over, rut-ridden.
Don't you fucking touch her! Get out! I said to myself trapped in the confines of Maia's mind. I knew what was going to happen next. I wanted to rip this Alphas throat out, with my teeth. I would have done that, if I were there. But there was no one to help her. The guard hoisted her up by her broken wrist, making her wail in pain. He threw her into the hard metal chair. He fumbled with his belt. She was terrified.
"Felix. Please make him stop! I'll do anything! I'll clean this place. I'll help that woman, make him stop!!" she begged, anything but this. A smirk formed wide on Felix's cold face.
"Sorry Baby-Doll, it's just business." Maia felt like a deer in headlights, and she felt her heart sink to the center of the Earth, far below her. Her heat made her submit, and it made her too weak to fight back. The guard took her pants and shirt off, revealing her naked form. He forced open her legs and without mercy plunged himself into her. I won't ever forget that scream that echoed out of her esophagus. It was the saddest thing I'd ever heard. Just as she had, I'd felt every touch. The way he'd thrust into her like he was deprived of sex. He gripped her hip bones like a vice, slamming her body into his as he buried himself into her depths.
Maia whimpered with each stroke, and cried. It was all so tragic and senseless. I'd never treat a woman like this. Maia stared, like a lifeless zombie, trying to focus on anything but the reality of what was happening to her. She watched Felix watching her. He had been pleasuring himself.
Felix's eyes rolled in annoyance, the woman from the end of the hall was ruining his mood. "C'mon! Shut the fuck up. It's your fifth product, get used to it, Darling!"
The guard didn't let up, he'd changed positions, grinding her face into the back of the chair, taking her from behind. Maia'd stopped crying. She didn't want to give Felix anymore satisfaction. She blacked out by the time the guard released his fourth knot inside her. Just when I thought she'd finally found some kind of rest, a deafening bang rang out through the complex jolting her from the dark. The guard's lifeless body lay on top of her, his warm blood showering her in red. They were still connected. Felix was inside the cell now, Beretta drawn and steaming.
Felix was brimming with anger. He heaved at the guards' body, ripping his member out of Maia's core. Felix's chest was heaving, "Consider yourself lucky Baby-Doll, ain't nobody claimin' a jewel like you."
Some time had past, a plague swept through the Omegas in the complex. Maia found herself thinking she was near death. Chills, intense body-aches, to top it off with violent vomiting. Felix entered her cell and threw something at her, a pregnancy test.
"Piss on it, now." he demanded from her. His face crumbled in disgust. "You reek of honey, Baby-Doll." She is not your anything you dick!
She watched him with fury in her eyes and followed his dumb order. I'm sick, I'm just sick. She thought. A few minutes of silence and Felix yanked the stick from her grip. A smile spread across his face.
"You are useful after all, Magdalena. Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth." She was taken by surprise by him quoting scripture, something Maia was unfamiliar with since her faith was pagan. But she understood the point he was making. She was pregnant, forcibly.
At first she didn't know how to take the news. Who would given the Hell you've been through? As time went on, she found a little bit of hope in the life growing within her. She would hum Fleetwood Mac songs to it and fantasize about holding her little girl or boy, she didn't know the gender and wouldn't care as long as it was healthy. Once in the middle of the night she woke up confused, feeling a foreign movement from inside. After a few moments of contemplation she'd loved that feeling. A sure sign of life, her only sense of hope in the darkness of Pandora's box that she felt she was trapped in. Gods, can't someone open up this jar of horrors? Release me. She thought.
Felix noticed her happiness and by the next morning she felt her cold skin against the metal chair. Her head was throbbing and she felt groggy as all Hell like she'd been drugged. She opened her eyes to see that her arms were above her chained to the ceiling and she'd been locked in that chair. She took a deep breath in and winced. A dull pain in her abdomen. She looked down. Don't look Love, your heart'll break. She was dressed in only a bra and underwear. And across her stomach was a sutured incision. Not claw marks like I assumed. She couldn't help the flood that escaped her eyes, dripping onto her thighs, cold like the sting of death.
Her only sense of happiness had been literally ripped from her. How cruel. She felt so empty. She thought she couldn't feel anything else, except there was one thing left. A primal rage that made her wild and see red.
"Felix!!! Where is my Baby?!! Bring me my Baby!!" she yelled out on the top of her lungs with everything she had left in her. Felix came into her view.
"Oh, poor Magdalena. Someone has to pay rent." he said gripping the cold steel bars of her cell. Maia gnashed her teeth and her claws extended out. She yanked down on her chains and they gave way but only half of it came undone.
"Don't get cocky with me Bitch! This is what you were put on this Earth to do. Eat, shit, and bear pups- that is all you are!" He exerted his dominance. He opened the door to her cell and began to beat her.
I woke from Maia's nightmare with a gasp, staring up at the ceiling. I was relieved to be back in the waking world, being wrapped under the warmth of the covers. I knew every part of what I was second-hand experiencing was real and had happened to her. I felt every bit of it. And I knew her feelings and thoughts, her insurmountable joys and her deepest lows. I closed my eyes and sighed I expected my arm to hold the body of my two loves but there was only air in her place of the bed. My mind jumped to conclusions I turned my head to see if I was only imagining things but all I saw was a mess of sheets and the impression of her head left on her pillow.
My heart semi-relaxed as I heard terrible sounds of gagging and retching coming from my left. The light was on in the bathroom and the door open. My eyes searched the room for a hair-tie, finding a pink one on her bedside table, I grabbed it and stepped into the light. Maia was sprawled out on the cold tile, her head looming over the open toilet. Looks like she's been here a while. I joined her, spooning up against her back, casting my legs on either side of her equally. I drew her hair up for her, making a bun. She was barely able to reach the handle, but stretched and flushed the putrid down.
I rubbed her back in a circular motion and used my other palm to caress her forming bump. Our growing Little Bean. She shuddered from the exchange of my warm touch on her freezing skin. Feeling the wave of sickness lessen, she rested her head against my shoulder.
Maia:
His whiskey scent, eased my queasy stomach, in a near instant. I rested my forehead in his nape before I spoke weakly, my throat still raw from upchucking.
"It's so cold." I told him. His hand from my back left and caressed the other side of my belly keeping me warm. He didn't know what I was talking about.
"Hell, it's cold, so cold. I thought it was 'spposed to be all fire 'n' brimstone." Dean shifted his head to look at me seriously.
"How'd you know that?" he asked, I could sense his heart skipping. He was worrying again. My eyes met his.
"Dreamt it, felt it, like I was trapped in your melon. They tortured you, the black eyed assholes, 'til you broke. And then they made you work on that rack. They hurt you." he gulped scratchily and ducked his lips into the nape of my neck, where my claim-mark was.
"If I saw that, what'd you see?" I asked him, not wanting to prod him further, understanding his Hell. Please, don't avoid the question Dean. Just speak to me. He took in my scent, calming himself.
"Your time, in the Millhouse." he said truthfully. My nose started to flare, at that thought. I didn't want to remember any of it, my version of Hell. I wanted it to stay stuffed down, locked inside far away. But I needed to know, just how much he experienced. How much of my darkest days did he see?
A gasp left me, " How much?" I asked him, grabbing his hand that still clutched at my belly. He slipped his thumb underneath my shirt, finding my scar with ease, and traced it tenderly.
"All of it. Felt it too. Felix, that sumbitch is gonna pay." he said his voice catching on his words, upset. I grimaced and took a deep breath, needing more of his whiskey.
"Dean? Can you help me up? This kid isn't even the size of a walnut yet and it's mastered the art of exhaustion." I laced my words with comedy, like I always did when I was under stress. He kissed my claim mark before standing.
"Anything for you." he grabbed underneath my armpits and hoisted me up to my feet, making sure I had my footing before letting go. Even with all this hurt, this unimaginable anchor that we now shared, he was still so incredibly perfect. How do you do it? And how did Fate let me meet you? It really is like we were made for each other. I turned to see his face. My hand went to his cheek, my thumb rubbing his scruff. Those sad, sad eyes, so heavy.
"Thank you." I told him sincerely. "Don't have to." he replied. We returned to bed, our scents harmonizing perfectly together. Dean set his head gently over my bump, like he did every night.
"Now you listen to Daddy, Little Bean, quit making Momma sick, she needs to sleep." I loved it when he talked to our kid. Little Bean, huh? I could get used to that. It's cute as shit. I laughed a bit.
"Little Bean?" I questioned him running my fingers through his short hair on the back of his head. He lifted his head and turned to reply to me.
"What? You got a better nickname?" my mouth twisted in a frown and I rolled my eyes at him.
"No." I said. "'Kay then, so 'til we find out what you are, your name is Little Bean Winchester." he pulled up the fabric of my shirt, as if the baby could hear better without the obstruction. He placed a tender kiss over my scar, making me tear up, damned pregnancy hormones!
"Love you." he told my belly before pulling down my shirt for warmth. He covered me in the comforter set and his hand cupped my cheek and under my jawline dragging me in for a kiss. "Goodnight, my Love." Â he told me before landing his head on the pillow.
"'Night." I told him, his eyes closed. I let my mind thinking of nothing, just focusing on the sweet whiskey that filled my nostrils, traveling into my lungs, until the sandman let me sleep the rest of the night through. I didn't dream of any more nightmares. Thank the Gods! In my slumber I did hear the bubbling of a slow moving stream. How peaceful.
My eyes were shut even with the morning light streaming across my face making the little veins in my eyelids visible, gross. Until I heard a loud crash from below, on the first floor, it was an eerily familiar sound that could only mean someone had broken a window. The tiny follicles on the back of my neck stood on end and my eyes shot open. Dean was leaning over me, already awake and alert from the sound. He cupped my mouth so that I didn't make a sound, he placed a silent index finger over his lips, a command to keep me quiet. He saw the panic in my eyes.
I sat up slowly in bed being careful not to make the bedspring creak underneath me. We heard the sure sound of footsteps, heavy, most likely an Alpha. Dean got up from bed with the stealth of his hunter skills on full display. He grabbed the loaded gun from his bedside drawer and stalked barefooted to the bedroom door, listening intently. I nearly forgot to breathe. Was Felix finally here to steal me away, again? His prized chew-toy. Â Dean left the room and the door cracked just a bit.
Through the crack I saw Sam, in the same high alert that his brother armed himself with, gun in tow. Together they snuck down the stairs, I waited in the silence. Where's Bobby and Castiel? How many intruders were there? How many Alphas could Felix conjure up? 10? 20? More? I listened close, a scuffle ensued, I could hear Dean grunting, and Sam was fighting too. I could hear Castiel enter the fight now coming up from the basement. Three. There has to be more than just three. Dean single-handedly killed off eight rut-ridden Alphas, he was strong but not Superman. He was lucky he made it out of that one alive in the first place. The not knowing was absolutely making my skin crawl.
Just when the fight got louder, I heard nothing at all, stillness left the action hanging from a thread. Did they get dragged outside the house? I heard no gunshots, so that means they hadn't had the chance to fill the intruders full of lead. I got up from bed, not sensing any immediate danger. Glass shattered and something shoved me to the ground. One of the Alphas had found the bedroom and by some act of God entered into the second floor. Glass embedded it's sharp unforgiving teeth into my flesh. Everything happened so fast I barely had time to let my claws escape my fingers. I tried to identify my attacker, sniffing the air around me. I couldn't quite make out the scent but it was not Felix's distinct Cigars.
The Alpha took advantage of me protecting my belly, that's all I cared about really. He grabbed my hair and dragged me out of the bedroom, down the stairs, glass grinding it's way further into my flesh and into my back. It stung to say the least. Each hardwood step thudded against my back, my spine slamming against the hardness, I let out a scream. I grabbed for the Alphas hand that had a hold of my hair. My claws met the skin of his forearm and I dug in and scraped as hard as I could. His blood casting onto my face.
"Bitch!" he landed a good punch to my jaw, making me see stars. From outside, I'd heard growl like I'd never heard before. It wasn't just possessive, it was laced with contempt and itching for bloodshed. It was Dean, realizing my scream and imminent danger. The front door had been nearly ripped from it's hinges, hanging in an awkward position.
I craned my neck to look, my body laying in a small pool of blood at the base of the stairwell. His gun was aimed at the Alphas distracted face, I ducked down covering my ears and head as Dean unloaded the entire clip into him, filling the wood with more blood. The first shot entered his face, most likely causing a swift death, making his body thud to the floor. Once down on the ground, Dean stood over him finishing out the magazine, overkill. I knew Dean was protective and possessive, but this reminded me of major feral activity. Dean picked me up, his heart unable to calm down.
He carried me over to Bobby's wooden chair, one arm under my thighs and the other holding my head over his shoulder. He slammed me into the chair, it wheels  sliding me into the bookshelf from the force he gave it. A claw hooked itself around the elastic of my pajama pants, shredding them with ease. What are you doing?
"Dean?" I asked but he didn't answer at all, overcome by rage, unable to control himself. My heart sunk when he broke his belt apart and pulled down his jeans revealing his rock hard member. I clasped my legs together, my subconscious mind knew where this was going. My eyes started to tear up with salty wetness.
"Dean! Please. I'm okay. Don't!!" he gripped my hips, his claws digging into bone, his grip bruising. His whiskey was so strong it burned my lungs. My lips quivered. Not this. Not again. Not you. I wasn't slick, he plunged himself inside me, using my body weight against me, forcing my hips into his with his hands. It felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed out. All I could think about was our Little Bean. That's what I let myself focus on. Dean was not gentle, like our first sexual encounter. He grunted out words with each pain-filled thrust.
"Can't. Stop. Need. Scent. Off. My. 'Mega. Mine." his breath was close to my claim-mark and he bit it again, his sharp teeth grinding into my flesh relentlessly. It was not euphoric like it had been the night of our, marriage. It was like a bunch of rows of needles into my flesh, nearly down to the bone. An inhuman scream escaped my throat. This was my worst nightmare. I thought I'd been through Hell, twice. First being my time in the Hole, second being my soul-bonding dream feeling my Love's time in actual Hell. But this, was worse than both of them combined. Please, I can't lose another baby. Just stop.
My vision started to blur when I saw the figure of a man standing in the threshold of the damaged front door. My nose picked up Pinewood. Sam staring at the horror in front of him, his brother turned feral to the point of incoherent thought. The life of his niece or nephew hanging in the balance. There was a stream of blood on his face from the fight.
"DEAN!!" his gruff voice rang out hoping to snap his brother out of his vicious- rabid state. It worked. Castiel came up behind Sam peering at the scene. His clothes stained with blood. They'd won the fight, but there was a different one unfolding in front of them. Sam's eyes glazed over with tears as he entered the house further. Dean's fangs rescinded back into their gums and he de-latched himself from my nape. He was trembling. Warm blood trickled down my neck soaking into my shirt.
Dean let out a sob, "Oh my God. Oh my God! Maia. I'm so-". He realized his sins, taking in my form. He exited his member from me, barely any slick around it. I whimpered from his exit, my insides sore.
Sam was next to Dean now, his focus on me and my condition. Sam's eyes jutting back to Dean his hands trembling, covering his mouth, staring at his now flaccid erection, covered in blood. He zipped himself up and stood there sobbing into his hand, not believing what he'd just did. Sam took me into his arms and hoisted me up gently my glassed side brushing against his chest, making me suck in a breath from the sting. Dean growled at this, he didn't like another Alpha touching me, even if to save me, even if it was his own brother.
"You need to back off." Sam's gruff voice told him. "Cas, upstairs." he demanded. Dean's expression returned to a deep unyielding sadness. Dean was a wreck, a train wreck. He had curled up with a bottle of Jack slumped against the wall of our bedroom tears still falling. Sam didn't care about my naked state in that moment, nor did Cas but I don't think he has the wherewithal to be ashamed about such a thing anyway. Sam set me down on my bed on the edge so Cas could evaluate and heal the damage that was in his repertoire. He healed my mark first. Making the dizziness lessen.
His angelic touch gently hovered over my bump. I watched him intently. Little Bean? I need you to be okay. In his now drunkenness, Dean interjected, "Cas. Is it okay?!" taking another large swig of the poison.
"The child is unharmed, and still healthy." he announced. Artemis! Thank you! Â I praised the moon goddess in my head, releasing tears from relief. Not only did she reign over the moon but in ancient times, she was protector of children, especially the unborn. With that monkey off my back, I felt my actual back sting and ache. Dean closed his eyes, thankful but still unable to forgive himself. Much to my dismay, the glass had to be removed manually, with tweezers until Cas could heal over it.
Sam spoke, telling his brother what to do this time. " Dean, we've got this, go take a shower and clean yourself up." not being able to interject or even look at me, he took a shower. Sam helped with the extraction of the hundreds of glass shards that were embedded into my flesh, some deeper than others. Sam plucked and Cas healed. My shirt had to come off and just as common decency I used it to cover my breasts. Dean came out of the shower, rather quickly, probably wanting to be by my side, knowing the pain he'd caused.
The glass was in my shoulder down to my elbow and more in my back. I don't know how long it took them to meticulously remove them all, but it was oddly soothing to hear each one clink collected into a bowl.
"Ah!" I let out from a particularly deep shard exiting the flesh of my back.
"Sorry." said Sam, "Last one." I started to gnash my teeth but it was over, so I'd been done with being in pain. Castiel really did have a magic touch. He gave me his best sympathetic smile, which wasn't a very convincing one. I smiled back at him.
"What the Hell?!" Bobby had come home to his house looking like a small tornado had danced around in it. Sam left to tend to Bobby's fuming state and Dean followed. Cas finished up patching me up with his weird but resourceful angel mojo. And I was finally able to relax into the confines of my nest. Dean's whiskey still present on the sheets. Cas plodded out to the hallway.
"Castiel? Thank you." I told him. He gave me a better smile and returned the favor with a , "You are welcome." before trudging down the steps. I was tired but not enough to go to sleep. My pack exchanged heated words before starting the grueling process of fixing the house. Brooms put to floors and bleach to wipe away blood. Panels of wood put in place of broken windows. Even with the three of them working diligently it was a rest-of-the-day affair. I caressed my stomach while the movie Inception played out it's final scenes. I got pissed at the ending, leaving on a cliffhanger like that?!
It was now night-time and decided to come down to the living room where Dean was still steadily filling his gullet with liquor, Bobby had his nose in a book, Sam was on the couch enthralled in a dated serial killer documentary, and Castiel was saint elsewhere. I sat next to Dean. He scooted away from me. That stung deeper than the glass.
I turned the TV off, ready to talk to Dean, and wanting everyone else to hear our conversation. Sam gave me a bitchface look but let it go, knowing the events of today needed to be talked out sooner rather than later.
"Dean,-" I started.
"There ain't shit to talk about." he rudely interjected. I sighed and raked my tongue against a canine, a habit I did when I was angry. I could feel the mile long stares from my pack-mates, listening closely. They waited for a shit-storm.
"We need to talk about it. Alright?" I told him putting my hand on his knee. He got up from the couch and stood.
"I fucking raped you, Maia. What's stopping you from walking out that door?! Like everything else I care about? I raped you in almost the same way you were in the Hole. How does that not make you see that guards face on mine? Huh? Tell me! I put our Baby in danger." I did have flashbacks from that night when the events unfolded today. But I wasn't going to let him know that.
"You went feral. It was not your-" I tried to make him listen to reason. He wasn't having any of it.
"of course it's my fault!! I wasn't strong enough to control my hands. Why the fuck don't you hate me? For it." he said. With that I stood, and got close to him.
To catch him off guard I took his hand in mine, his were warm which made the chill melt away for a moment.
"Dean?" I started sweetly before landing a firm flat hand into his cheek. Eye for an eye I guess. I let my voice out powerful so that he knew I meant every bit of what I told him next.
"Do NOT throw your guilt on me. Long before today I forgave you. I'm forgiving you now. I will continue to show you mercy for anything you hurl my way in the future. Little Bean is fine, and that's all I care about. Don't act like I don't understand your side. Our souls are linked. Permanently. You may not be able to forgive yourself, but I'm telling you, I'm not giving up a lifetime of happiness for one bad day." I guided his hand to my stomach and kissed him on the lips.
"Come to bed when you're ready." I told him. Bobby gave me a thumbs up as I stalked up the stairs retreating to the safety of my nest. I touched my belly. Sorry, Little Bean, we had a crazy day today, huh? I know Daddy doesn't feel good right now but he'll come around.
I tossed and turned in bed for a few hours before Dean came in, removing his clothes down to his boxers and laying by my side, not saying a word. Instead the only signals I got from him was a firm kiss on my lips and him resting his head on my bump, listening to Little Bean's thumping heart until both of us fell fast asleep.
Prompt: After the lawsuit Omega Buck comes back to work to a very chilly reception from everyone, especially Alpha Eddie. Buck keeps trying to make amends but he's treated lower than a probie. Buck needs to have affection and support and with everyone so angry, they forget this. Buck feels himself weaken and if a heat hits, it'll be fatal. After Bobby blows up at him over something not even his fault, Buck goes home and heat hits. He makes a desperate call to Eddie. Will Eddie reach him?
This reminded me of this story actually - New Life Of Omega Buck by The_Scarlet_01 on AO3
I looked it up to find a link. I've never actually written ABO fic myself anon so I'm not sure how well I could do this but it sounds similar to that series I read once. Feel free to send this to someone else though. I know that both @wolvesofinnistrad @datleggy have before but I can't remember if another writer on here has too. @anon911andbuddie also maybe
Moonlight (1/?) (Alpha Werewolves! OG Cobra Gang/Chubby!Omega Werewolf!Reader
(Unedited) (Adding tw and tags later, I'm tired )
âWhat the fuck am I doing out here... I should have never agreed to do this stupid bet with those girls. Now I'm stuck in the middle of these dark woods, in the middle of the night all by myself. I'm so stupid!â I whisper to myself.
I should have never that bet with those girls from school. I just wanted to fit in with the new crowd but this wasn't the best idea looking back on it. I should have just played a round of truth or dare it something. Right now I would rather be at home in my nice warm bed knowing I took a L by not doing this stupid bet. But I was oh so stupid, laughing it off when they bet me to come out to these âhaunted woodsâ in the middle of the night to show off.
Ali tried to be nice and told me not to go, that this was just a little hazing thing they did to everyone. Well to all the girls who wanted to join their little group. I brushed her off and announced that I would go, that it wasn't that big of a deal and that I could easily pass the test they where throwing at me. She was a little off put but let me go on my way.
Now I was really wishing I had taken her advice and just said no.
The woods were dark with the only exception being the bright moon above the trees. The bright light of the full moon seeped in from over the treetops and trickled onto the ground below. The sound of owls and birds in the trees, ruffling the beaches and leaves. Random animals and bugs chipping and moving around.
The only sounds are the occasional sound of animals going about their nocturnal ïżŒbusiness and the sound of my feet.
âWhere is this stupid rest stop at? The girl said that it should be a mile or so out in the wood but I haven't seen any sign of it. Please tell me I haven't been going around in circles..â I groan to myself as I walk faster. Hoping I could find this stupid rest stop and go back to my car. The girls said that there should be a little shelf thing at the rest stop that has pamphlets on the area. I just had to bring one back to prove I actually went out to the woods.
âShit...I think I'm actually off the path, maybe I went too far. I have no idea how long I have actually been out here for.â my voice is filled with worry this time as I try to do a one-eighty on where I'm at. I only won't off the path for a minute, I can't be that to far away. I walked faster through the trees, the sound of snapping twigs filling the air as I crushed them with my sneakers. If I could just find the path I should be just fine. That's what I tell myself as I walk deeper into the woods. After a little while I find myself out of the brush of the woods and in a more clear space, a small clearing of just a few feet. Sighing I look around to see if I can find the path again.
Squinting I see something in the distance, something large like a building. Maybe a cabin? But who builds a cabin out in the woods like these, I thought the place was owned by the state. I decided to walk closer I find that I was right, it is a cabin. It's small, maybe a one-bedroom type thing. It looks old and abandoned as the wood is peeling and hunks are missing from around the edging. The thing definitely had better days with the way it was falling apart. Getting closer I can see in the moonlight that it's falling apart, all around it is scratched up. Eyes wide at the claw marks of some kind of animal dug into the wood.
I circle around the building hoping to find something that might tell me how far I am from the entrance of the woods, maybe where some of the trails are so I could find my way back to the entrance. There is nothing that might suggest that it belongs to the park. My hope is slowly starting to fade by the second.
As I round the front of the cabin I find something strange, at least in my opinion. Next to the barely still hanging door is a metal ïżŒïżŒplaque. It's covered in dirt and grime but I grip the end of my shirt and use it to rub the filth off. Once clean I can see it a bit better.
My blood runs cold as I read the words our loud.
âWarning Werewolvesâ
That had to be a sick joke some other teens pulled right? Put a stupid sign on a old ass cabin in the woods to scare people. They probably use the cabin as a hidout. Get drunk in the goss-ass cabin, maybe get high and have sex or something. Yeah, that's it right? Werewolves aren't really. Only weird ass conspiracy theoristsïżŒ and those supernatural wack jobs think they are real at this point, and little kids on Halloween. I snort as I shake my head at the sign.
It's almost as if someone knew I was thinking that because a second later I hear the loud howl of what is probably a wolf nearby.
My heart sinks at the sound and I can feel myself start to sweat a bit. Palms starting to get clammy ïżŒ and my breathing picking up. My chest started to feel tight as I whipped around to look back at the open field. There was nothing there but those loud screaming howls were close and I knew it. I had to get the hell out of these woods now. Looking around one more time I bolted away from the cabin and back the way I came. I tried my best to run and not fall over any of the objects on the floor of the woods. Dodging branches and piles of leaves, trying not to trip over the occasional vine. My chest heaved as I ran as fast as I could, the cold air doing little to keep me cool.
All I could hear now was my own hear beat.
Then the sound of howls getting closer and closer to me.
Please I don't want to die to wolves!
I don't know how long I ran but the whole time I swear I could hear them. The wolves. Drawing closer and closer to me as I run. I can hear their paws hit the ground and crunching leaves. There has to be a few of them, I can hear them grunting and howling at different moments. It's like my brain is on autopilot, I just have to get away from them. Get to my car and leave! Just get as far as I can from here, forget the stupid bet I just want to live.
Being ripped apart by wolves was not on my list of ways to die.
I don't know what direction ïżŒI was running I just hoped it was the right one at this point. I was getting tired and weak and I could only guess I had been running for a good few minutes. My chest was tight, but not from just anxiety and fear, but now severe exhaustion.ïżŒ My legs grew weaker by the minute. My tank was running on empty now.
My eyes lit up in hope as I gazed upon ïżŒthe glistening ïżŒhood of my car. The moonlight bounced off of it just perfectly. In some kind of dumb luck I had made it back to where I had parked my car. As quickly as possible I run towards my car, making it out of the perimeter of the looming treeïżŒ and onto the side of the road. Feeling around all of my pockets I found my keys. I couldn't hear the wolves anymore I wondered for only a moment if I had gotten out of their territory. Maybe I was far enough away that they no longer felt the need to chase me. My keys jingled in my hands as I pried open my car door and hopped in. Getting into the driver's seat I slammed the car door behind me and hurried to shove the key into the ignition.
With the flick of my wrist the car started at once and I hit the gas. I speed away from the woods and onto the road in seconds.
For a moment I was scared to look back but I did, I could make out the almost eerie glowing ïżŒfive pairs of eyes that watched my car leave.
That following Monday I went straight to the girls as soon as I got out of my car. That morning I threw all of my stuff in my backpack, leaving one lone text book for me to carry. It was gripped snugly to my side as I made my way through the small crowd of people in the hallways. I moved through them trying my best not to bump anyone along my way. I found the group of girls surrounding Aliâs locker chatting about something. I don't really care as I stormed up to them.
âYou guys didn't warn me about the wolves!?!â I hissed at them. Some of them just giggled while Ali frowned and Susan ïżŒrolled her eyes.
âWell duh, it's the woods what did you think was out there? They would probably feed off of you for days,â she says in a sarcastic voice followed by a high-pitched laugh. Ali is quick to shush ïżŒher with an elbow to the side making her yelp and rub her stomach. She looked away and off in the other direction of me. Ali was quick to say âI'm sorry we should have told you but it did slip my mind. The wolves only come out during the full moon out there. I completely for there was one that was supposed to happen yesterday. I'm really sorry Reader.â her voice sounds genuine. She folds her arms up and looks a bit sad at my reaction.
âIt's ok...but they definitely were out last night and they did chase me to my car. I didnât get the stupid pamphlet. They chased me all the way back tothe edge of the woods. Luckily they stopped once I got in my car, but I'm telling you it was weird.â
Susan looked back at me with wide eyes just like Ali was.
âIt's weird enough that they where chasing you ïżŒin the first place. What could be weirder then that?â she says.
âWhen I looked back at the woods while I was driving away... I swear I saw them watching me leave. What was even freakier, I swear their eyes were glowing. My stomach is already getting all twisted just trying to remember the way they were long at me.â I shiver at the mental image. Their eyes burned into my mind forever.
Ali looked at Susan for a moment saying âI don't think we should make girls go out there anymore. It was all a big joke but of they are trying to go after people now we can't let people go out there. Reader that is the first time they have every tried to attack anyone. You have to believe us, we didn't know they would come for you.â
âYeah usually they just make a lot of noise and scare the girls off when they go out there. They have never tried to attack anyone.â Susan says, some of the other girls nod from experience.ïżŒ I could only nod, as long as they didn't send anyone else out there I was happy.
âWe should put this behind us. Reader your ok, let's just get to class...â Ali says trying to change the topic. Everyone nods and starts to split off to go to their own classes. Luckily I had Ali in my first period along with Susan so we could head off to class together. The two of them started to talk about something but I slowly started to tone them out as we walked. I walked next to them in silence as we made out way down the hall together.
I couldn't shake this weird feeling that started to bubble up inside me.
As much as I never wanted to go back to those sickly creepy woods. Terror would fill me as I even think about going back there. I can't get over this new feeling that eats at the back of my mind. My heart pounding in my chest.
Something tells me to go back, it pulls at me.
Dutch absolutely ïżŒdestroys the toothpick he's been chewing on for the last two minutes, spiting it out on the ground.
âDude don't do that shot next to my bike, I don't want your nasty ass spit on my new paint job.â Johnny almost barks out. He rolls his eyes as he pulls out a new toothpick. Stuffing it between his lips and chewing on it again. His mind is in a whole different world. Johnny finishes dusting off his bike before standing up again. The other boys are crowded around him and his bike in the school parking lot.
âSo are we just going to ignore what happened on Sunday or...â Tommy say with no hesitation. Jimmy and Bobby nod as they look to their leader. Dutch also quirks a brow at the blond. He looks at them before huffing and saying âSo there was a omega out in the woods who ran off from us. So what?â
âWell that's never happened before.â
âShe smelled fresh, unmatted.â
âWhy would she come to the woods and then just run away? Those woods are literally known as the biggest wolf playground in this side of the valley. Why come and then just bolt without having any fun~â Dutch wiggles his eyebrows and gets a slap to the chest from Bobby who is definitely not amusement. Of course Dutch has to have his own in the gutter.
Johnny rolls his eyes âYou guys are acting like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I can't read her mind on why she ran away from us. Mayshe just wasn't interested. I'm pretty sure she didn't even try to transform before getting away. Am I kinda pissed? Yeah. But it's what ever I guess.â
âShe smelled really good...like REALLY good,â Bobby says embarrassed, his cheeks flushing pink as he thinks about it. Trying his best to remember exactly how warm and sweet the omega smelled last night. Her scent was all over the woods.
âBut it was kinda light... Maybe, maybe she doesn't know how to transition yet?â Tommy exclaimed. âMaybe she was embarrassed because she couldn't fully transform yet so when she heard us and then saw us she got embarrassed and freaked out. She ran off because she didn't want us to see her, like you know, naked at stuff just yet.â
Jimmy scratches at his chin as he thinks about it, for once Tommy made a good point. Most of the time he had scatter brained ideas that never come out too much. But for once one of his ideas actually made some sense.
âHe might be right her scent was super light even for being in the full moon. Maybe she just hit her werewolf puberty and downs know how to transform yet.â
âBut shouldn't her parents or family members have shown net how to transition and then transform of thats the case.â
âWell I mean some people don't have that privilege. Maybe she doesn't have anyone to show her how to. It's possible that she was out there last night to try and practice? Perhaps she didnât think about there being other wolves out. Just saying.ïżŒâ Jimmy shrugged. There was a long pause as they all thought the new explanation ïżŒover in their heads. It did make a lot of sense when they really gave it a good thought.
Dutch picked himself up off the ground and dusted his wants off before grunting out âSo what we just wait for her to come back to the woods during the next full moon?â he honestly didn't want to wait that long. He wanted to find the omega now and find out why she really took off. He wanted to track her down and find out the real truth.
Bobby hummed picking at the strap of his bag âI mean what else are we supposed to do? It's not like we can really go out and track her down. We didn't even know who she is or where she came from. She could be from the other side of town for all we know.â The other boys nodded which was Dutch growing under his breath. Johnny ïżŒchimes in âListen, we just wait and see if she comes back that's all we can really do at this point.â his voice was gruff, his inner alphas itching to get out and find the omega himself.
But they wheere a pack, a package deal to anyone who was interested in getting with any of them.
Sadly they learned that the hard way when Johnny started dating Ali a year or two back. The pulling and tugging between the two parties was unbearable. The boys wanted Johnny while at the same time so did Ali. It was a never-ending battle between all of them. The two of them breaking up was for the best in the end as the boys were not willing go let the blond alpha go. Lucky for them Ali never suspected the five being in a relationship.
Ali also wasn't a werewolf like them which ultimately left a huge gap in the idea of them being in a permanent relationship.
She would never understand where he stood as a pack leader to four other alphas, along with each being in an intimate ïżŒrelationship with all of them. He couldn't exactly tell her he was a werewolf, it's forbidden to tell humans about their existence. All of them know that if they were ever to settle down with someone, it would have to be an omega. It would be a long shot to find one. The west side of California was a ghost town for werewolves these days as most headed east. Most of the werewolves in the valley where loners, wolves without a pack who did their own thing and tried to stay away from other werewolves in the area. The only real place to go during the full moon was the woods.
âLet's just head in already. This talk of the mysterious omega is bumming me out right now. I don't want to think about it anymore.â Bobby says with a small frown. Bobby was the more sensitive alpha of the group and the others knew it. As much as the others wanted to play of the feeling of being indirectly ïżŒrejected by the mystery omega, they knew Bobby felt the worse out of all of them.
They could go on and on explaining to him that he didn't do anything wrong to chase the omega off but it would be like talking to a brink wall. He was still going to feel like shit afterwards.
With a little grumbling they all grabbed their stuff and headed into the school.
They were halfway to class when they smelled it. Johnny was the first as he did little to hide the fact that he sniffed the air. They all stopped in their tracks as they watched him. Dutch and Tommy were second to catch on and follow suit. Bobby and Jimmy could only watch for a minute or two before copying the other alphas. All of them did their best to sniff out whatever the first two alphas were smelling. Humans had their own scent that was nothing like werewolves, nothing special. They could smell another alpha a mile away, an omega even quicker.
Dutch's mouth started to water at the sweet scent that filled his nose.
âFuck that's nice.â
âIt's just as sweet as in the woods.â
âIt's still super light but it is definitely there. She's not doing a good job of hiding it at all.â
âWhy didn't we smell her before? Has she really been here the whole time without us knowing?â
âNew plan boys, we track her down today. She is definitely somewhere in this school and we just have to find her.â
May I ask what is it like when their pack omega goes into heat is very whiny snd needy, asking them to make the pain go away, make it all better
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One of them most likely tracks her heats, some of the other guys just completely forget or don't pay attention. Dutch and Johnny won't notice until they get a good sniff of her pre-heat scent. Bobby and Jimmy are usually the ones who end up tracking her heats.
None of the boys actively try to get her to go onto heat suppressants. They really do leave that up to her to decide if she wants to go on them. They do voice the fact that she always has them, five alphas thatâs are will to protect and take care of her during her pre-heats and heats. She will never feel alone or feel like she will actually get harmed or hurt during her heats.
They know the minute she starts going into heat just from her scent and the way she starts acting. She gets more clingy with all of them, rubbing up against them, hugging them more, sitting in their laps during lunch and outings, more kisses to their necks and faces. As soon as she starts showing signs of her heat they start going on lockdown and start planing for the next week or so. Making sure they have a place to stay for the week so they can take care of her.
Most of the time they are all there during her heat, all of them partaking in sex with her together. But sadly sometimes it just doesnât work out the way they want and itâs only one or two of them that can be with her though her heat. Itâs never a throw in the face kind of thing with who gets to spend time with her during her heat.
âPlease! Please it hurts guys, make it stop.â
Dutch traced his fingers over her dripping folds, the tips of his fingers ghost over her hole. He smirks up at her as she lay on top of him. He kissed up her neck, licking at the bond mark he had given her a while back. New fingers pushed against his own on her bare flesh. Thick fingers pushed into her needy hole as Dutch workedhe own fingers over her wet folds.
âMan your so wet with slick babe, your pussys drooling for us. You want your alphas to take care of you?â Johnny's voice was low as he whispered in her ear from over top her. She whimpered as his fingers started to thrust in and out of her. His knuckle brushed against her lower lips with every thrust in.
âCan I get in first?â Tommy piped in, fisting his own cock from the sidelines. His knot starting to firm up with every stroke.
Jimmy rolled his eyes as he played with Readers tits. His big hands groping the soft flesh of her big tits as they hang. His fingers pinched at her hard buds.
Bobby smirked as he licked over her shoulder and played with her other tit. His other hand ghosted over the fat of her belly and between her legs, his fingers seeking out her swollen clit. She moaned and slumped down onto Dutch. He smirked as he sucked a bigger hickey into her collarbone.
âNo. She needs to be knotted by the head alpha first. Get that tight little pussy stretched out. From the looks of it, we might be here for quite a while with the way sheâs looking. And this pussy is tight. Needs a lot of stretching on my knot before we can get her all nice and ready to breed comfortably.â She bit into the thick flesh of her neck and she squealed. Her hips thrusting back onto his fingers, fucking herself on his thick fingers.
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The only omega that they crowed around at school, the one they follow around and take to her classes.
The one they take to the mall in a group and buy her pretty things. The one who gets to show off different outfits for them. She let's them pick out a outfit at each store that she later wears just for them.
The omega that they scent one by one everytime they are out and have to part ways.
The omega they call dirty little names in private and rub up against, where they get off on her ass and thighs when no one is around.
The one they take to Bobbyâs basement to hang out with when his parents are gone for the week. Where they all smoke and drink together listing to music and laughing about random stuff. Where the boys wrestle on the floor, before they strip their pretty omega on the basement floor and fuck her into the old mattress Bobby has laid out just for them.
The omega that gets her hair pulled as she sucks Dutchâs fat cock, hands working Tommy and Jimmy over, pumping their dripping dicks. Johnny and Bobby double stuff her stretched out pussy. Johnny shoving Bobby off and making him slip out the poor whining omega before he shoves his swollen knot into her pussy and locking them together.
The one who has their face covered in multiple loads of cum that drips down her face and neck, cum bubbling over her hard nipples.
The one they rub cum into her skin to scent her, so she smells just like them. All their scents combined and rubbed into her soft skin.
The omega that is in the middle of the huge nest she made on the floor with pillows and blankets. Completely covered in naked alphas, hot damp skin pressed against hers. They kiss every inch of her skin as they all cuddle up.
Could you write headcanons of the OG cobras being possessive over Alpha!Reader who recently joined their dojo?(like the alpha is super kind and gentle)
(Female reader because it wasn't made clear in the ask) (unedited)
âąHaving a gentle alpha in the dojo is something completely new to them as a group. And the fact that it's a girl, who is a alpha and is still super nice and sweet despite being a alpha? Ooh-
âąShes hard working and willing to spear with them any time they are at the dojo, it's is a plus in their book. Being able to fight a girl on the same field is different but it teaches them a lot, more then Kreese has taught them when it comes to fighting the opposite sex. Their training sessions are interesting to say the least.
âąThey become protective over her once they realize how nice she actually is outside of the dojo. Originally they thought she was just trying to be a bit more submissive because she was in new territory at the dojo. Trying to suck up a little to the head alphas at the dojo. But when they see her being nice to others around school, doing things for teachers. She even helps out some of the omega students, workout trying to score anything for it.
âąThey notice she gets taken advantage of a lot when she's not at the dojo. Her sweet nature makes her a target for everyone. If it wasn't for her overpowering scent and her over all physical skills in karate, she would basically be a omega. But she did have a hard head when it came to a lot of stuff, like overlooking rude comments or bad sarcasm. She let people run over her and she still helped them.
âąThe cobras donât like it one bit. After they notice how badly she is being taken advantage of, they get protective of her out in public. Mostly at school when they know they can follow close by and make sure no one is trying to take advantage of her kind nature.
âąDutch doesnât like being run over in general. He doesnât let anyone make him look like a fool or treat him like trash. So when he takes a liking to Reader and he sees how people are making her into a joke, heâs all over it. Heâs ready to full on fist fight if someone doesnât take the hint to keep moving and not mess with her. Heâs aggressive and not afraid to get in their face over it either.
âąBobby is a pretty gentle alpha too, but he knows how to assert his dominance when he wants to. Heâs not afraid to say he doesnât want to do something for someone and he doesnât let people walk all over him. When he sees people doing that to Reader, he helps get them out of situations they donât need to be in. He helps move them out of harms way or just shows up like âOh she canât do that today, we have practice.â Or âDidnât you ask me to help you with our math homework? Come on.â And leads her away.
âąTommy doesnât like pests, and thatâs how he sees most of the kids who use Reader. He sees it as a challenge to get her away from others. Some times he will musk up hallways just to get other alphas to step off or intimidate omegas. He likes a good challenge.ïżŒ
âąJimmy is a big follower, he will basically go after anyone that is seen as a threat by his other pack members. If someone mentions that they donât like the âlookâ of someone that is poking around Reader, heâs off after them. Heâs pretty good at spying on people too. No one ever notices him lurking around corners so heâs good at listing in on conversations heâs not supposed to be in. Also seeing things heâs not supposed to. Heâs great for getting info on people and bring it back to the other boys.
âąJohnny is the pack alpha and what he says goes. When Johnny takes notice of things he doesn't like going on concerning Readers well being, its a issue that needs to be handled, by him. Johnny will openly follow her around until she tells him to kick rocks. Johnny likes kind people and when he meets someone who actually cares about him and is nice to him, their basically always in his eyesight. Reader is quickly taken under his wing. No one is going to mess with her when he's around and everyone at school and even the dojo knows it.
âąAll of the boys are alphaâs which isnât a big surprise at all. At first they all really didnât know if they where a full fledged group of alphaâs, both Bobby and Jimmy where late bloomerâs. This really didnât bother them or put a damper on their makeshift pack.
âąBobby and Jimmy where late bloomers when it came to presenting. Dutch was the main one to playfully joke about the fact that they may never present and be âweird losersâ for the rest of their lives. Johnny and Tommy just rolled their eyes every time and told him to knock it off. Jimmy didnât care that much while Bobby started to panic at the idea of never presenting at all.
âąEveryone thought Bobby was going to present as a omega because of his more soft nature. The fact he didnât fully try and get into more aggressive behavior around others, it took Johnny to get him riled up to do anything remotely aggressive. There was a small shock in the group when Bobby finally presented as a alpha. Afterwards everyone just laughâs and just jokes about him being a softy. He presented during the school year of their freshman year.
âąJimmy was a way different case. The group was tied on what Jimmy would present as. Dutch and Johnny thought he would be a beta while Bobby guessed a alpha. Jimmy himself really didnât care, he didnât even care about presenting at all. He just wanted everyone to shut up about it. He presented as a alpha over spring break of their sophomore year.
âąAll of the boys had a huge attraction to omegaâs. Of course itâs natural for alphaâs to be attracted to omegaâs, but it was something they all bonded over as a group of alphaâs. Bobby had a crush on a beta once but it was short lived. All of them had crushes or dated only omegaâs though out highschool.
âąYeah sadly all of then where pretty nasty alphaâs in their teens. They didn't forcefully bully, touch or hit on omega's. They did how ever tend to follow or stalk omega's or groups of them around the school grounds when they had the chance. Bobby if course being the only one with a brain out of all of them would always try and talk them out of harassing their poor omega classmates, but they never listened to him.
âąJohnny never really invited people over because of Sid, so they would all hang out at Bobbyâs house or Jimmyâs. Bobby's house was like their headquarters. They literal lay all over his room. Most of them wonder how Bobby and his parents don't complain about the smell. All of the boys scent the room when ever they come over and it's not uncommon for one of them to accidently musk the room. Bobby doesn't mind.
âąThey never invited Ali into their pack because Dutch and Jimmy didn't really like her like that. They didn't want Ali as their pack omega. Jimmy didn't like her scent and Dutch surprising wasn't that attracted to her. It never came up again after Johnny suggested it to the group one time after a wrestling match at Bobbyâs place.
âąBobby use to scent everyones stuff. Dutch actually liked it when he would scent his gi before practice or one of his shirts before school. Bobby public scented Johnny all the time, he didn't actually mean to but he did, like a lot. Johnny actually got super embarrassed about of after Bobby presented as a alpha, because alphaâs don't typically scent each other. He let it go because itâs Bobby.
âąJimmy has a nest in his room that he made with the guyâs. They usually just all sit or lay in it while talking. Johnny reads playboyâs and bikini magazines with Dutch while Bobby talks about the new songs on the radio. Jimmy and Tommy usually copy each otherâs homework. They always end up leaving random stuff in the nest. Mostly random clothing or accessories. Dutch left a few necklaces and Johnny left a chain he use to wear a lot. Bobby let a sweater and Tommy a pair of old pants. Jimmy doesnât maintain the nest what so ever do itâs always a mess.
