#alpha!peter

Peter was tired. Absolutely bone-weary. He sank down into the worn, cushioned seat in the cab, as it whisked him away from the airport and towards home. He’d been away for two long weeks and was ready to be back where he belonged, in the penthouse, with his sweet omega.

Many things had surprised him when he’d begun his internship at Stark industries all those years ago. Firstly, how Tony actually got himself involved at the ground level in all things, even if it was just a meeting with him to explain the background of a team's new development project. Peter had not been expecting that.

He’d also not been expecting to take one sniff of Tony’s omega scent and have his hind brain start shouting “Mine mine mine”. As inappropriate workplace crushes go, Peter knew this was a doozy.

The whole world knew that Tony was an omega, with more than one old-fashioned and bigoted person questioning, publically, whether he should remain in charge of the famous tech firm he’d inherited from his father. But he’d proved all the nay-sayers wrong, taking the company from strength to strength, despite his secondary gender and his personal life.

Tony was known to play the field, not something considered a virtue in an omega, but he’d got away with it by mainly dating, or appearing at functions with, other omegas and some betas, both male and female. On the rare occasion he was spotted with alpha, it was a female one; female alphas were even rarer than male omegas, and it always seemed to feel like a publicity stunt.

Peter was taken aback by his reaction to his new boss, and tried to pack his feelings, and his desire, away in a box in the back of his mind. He told himself that Tony wouldn’t be interested in an alpha like him, especially one so many years his junior, and an employee to boot. He would be a model employee, a model alpha, and not let his primal nature affect his work. However, all his good intentions were scuppered by a couple of things.

To start with, Peter was clever, exceedingly so. It shouldn’t have come to Tony’s surprise, given the fact that he’d signed off on the internship, but nevertheless, his eyebrows had almost shot up into his hairline the first time Peter had stuck his hand up in one of the meetings and calmly told Tony that he’d made a mistake in one of his own calculations. Peter could still remember the way Tony had gaped like a fish, had started to politely reprimand him, before turning back to his presentation, cocking his head and then nodding.

“Well done, Parker, is it? I don’t know how I missed that.”

He had the boss’ notice now, and from that point on was picked for more and more important projects, until he was working alongside Tony everyday. It was this that led to the total failure of his plan to keep his attraction for the older omega under wraps.

Tony had arrived late, which considering he lived in the building, up in the top floor penthouse, was quite the feat. Peter was already working away, on his second cup of coffee and considering contacting Pepper, the CEO, when the door opened and all of his alpha senses went haywire.

He was obviously familiar with Tony’s scent, having reacted so strongly at that first encounter with it; oranges, whisky and motor oil, and he’d only got more attuned to it over the past few months. How the orange note turned sour when Tony was stressed, how the oily smell intensified when he was excited and deep in his work, and how the whisky became smokey when he was sad. Peter had never commented on his observations, though. They were work colleagues, albeit close ones, and it wasn’t socially acceptable to comment on the change in someone’s scent who wasn’t at least a close friend, if not a family member. If Tony wanted to speak about anything that was bothering him he would, and actually often did. Peter was glad of their strong rapport.

That day was different. All of Tony’s smells were stronger, from the moment he walked through the door, overlaid with the scent of brown sugar. Peter’s nostrils flared and he had to tamp down a growl, fingers curling into the worktop and turning white.

Mate. Mate the omega. Make pups.

Tony walked over, not looking his usual put-together self. His t-shirt was rumpled, and his hair not tamed to within an inch of its life. He took hold of Peter’s half mug of coffee and knocked it back in one go.

“Sorry ‘m late Petey, slept like shit.”

Peter didn’t trust himself to talk, just bit down on his lip and nodded, curtly, taking his now empty mug over to the machine in the corner of Tony’s private lab, refilling it, and making his mentor his own cup. Tony thanked him with a smile and moved to his own workstation to start his day’s work. Peter watched him, noticing the out of character sluggishness of the older man, and how he kept rubbing his calloused hand across his brow and then his lower abdomen. He knew what all those signs meant. His aunt, who’d raised him, was an omega. Their apartment had been tiny, so there was very little he didn’t know about omegas. Tony was about to go into heat, and just thinking about it, and breathing in his delicious scent only made the ache in his heart, and his loins, that much more difficult to ignore.

After about an hour of (attempted) work, and an unusual silence between them, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was head down in some calculations which were taking him longer than normal to work through.

“Mr Stark?”

“Yeah, Peter?” He answered, somewhat distractedly.

“Look, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go home. I… um… can’t be in here with you right now.”

That got Tony’s attention. His head jerked up and he swivelled on his stool to look at Peter, face on.

“What d’ya mean? Have… have I done something to offend you?”

The scent in the air turned slightly more smokey, and Peter was shocked to realise Tony was saddened by the thought that he’d done something to upset him. The primal urge to soothe and protect a distressed omega, especially one nearing heat, rushed through Peter’s body. Without thinking his hands flew out to grasp at Tony’s forearms.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s umm…” His cheeks flushed and he dropped his hands away from Tony, as if scalded. He worried his lower lip, and realised there was no delicate way to say it.

“Well, I can smell that you’re… erm… nearing your heat, and I really need to get out of here.”

Tony’s mouth dropped open, almost mirroring the first time Peter had rendered him speechless. Peter backed away, drawing shallow breaths through his mouth, making his way towards his work station to pack up his things.

Protect. Mate. Claim.

He closed his eyes, Tony’s sweetened scent making him dizzy.

“Peter?”

His eyes snapped open again, his gaze meeting Tony’s.

“My heat isn’t due for at least a week, I’m only just in pre-heat. You shouldn’t be able to smell a change yet.”

“But I can, Mr Stark, and I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll… umm, work in one of the other labs for the rest of the week, and come back here, whilst you’re, erm… indisposed.”

He ran out of the door as fast as his too tight pants would let him, embarrassed beyond belief at this turn of events.

He didn’t see Tony for the next two weeks. He received a message from Pepper after the first week to inform him that Tony was taking some ‘personal days’, so he returned to the lab. Despite Tony’s absence, his pre-heat scent had strengthened and now clung to the room. Peter would later admit to Tony that it wasn’t his finest hour when he’d had to go and jerk off in the bathroom, and then ask JARVIS to vent the lab and refresh all the air before he could risk returning. He’d never popped a knot so fast.

When Tony returned at the end of the second week, it was with a spring in his step and Peter had hoped that everything would return to normal. However, that idea was shot down when Tony insisted on taking him out to lunch. Peter had anticipated a local coffee shop or maybe a deli, but no, Tony had taken him across Manhattan, in his limo, to a small Italian restaurant, where he appeared to have his own private table in a secluded corner. The sour note to his scent gave away the fact that Tony was worried about something.

“Peter, I wanted to talk to you… about the other week.”

Peter put on his broadest, albeit fake, smile, eager to assure Tony that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“No need, Mr Stark, just, umm… if you let me know next time you’re nearing… you know… I can just go work elsewhere. It’s fine, really. Must happen all the time when alphas and omegas work closely together."

Tony reached out across the table, his hand covering Peter’s.

“Peter, we need to address something. The fact that you could detect that change, so early, points to one thing; that you and I are very compatible. No, not very, extremely. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m attracted to you. Like, a lot.” Tony smirked a bit, before he stared off into the distance, a dreamy, soft look in his face. “The favourite part of my day is when you walk in, all spring rain, sunshine and cinnamon. I really like how when you’re happy, or excited, your scent warms the room. And when that cinnamon gets spicy hot I know you’re frustrated and all I want to do is hug you and purr until it calms down. And I dread the days you smell soaking wet, because I know something’s eating away at you, just like it is now.”

Peter looked down at Tony's hand, the calloused fingers shifting to twine together with his own smoother ones.

“Peter, will you go out with me? Will you give us both the chance to see what we could be together?”

It was Peter’s turn to be shocked. Had they both been pining this entire time? He looked back up, this time with a genuine smile on his face, and a hopeful flutter in his heart.

“I’d really like that, Tony.”

By the time Tony’s next heat had rolled around, three months later, they were at the stage where Tony was comfortable asking Peter to help him through it. He’d blushed so prettily when he’d made the request, not certain if Peter was ready for the responsibility that came with it. He’d have to be able to care for Tony during, and after, both emotionally and physically. He’d also have to keep a reign in his own alpha impulses; their relationship was too new for any discussion of claiming. However, despite the initial reservations that heat definitely confirmed their compatibility. Peter would never forget the moment he filled Tony for the first time, the omega crying out so beautifully, begging for more and more, harder, deeper, and taking everything the young alpha had to give.

Two heats later and Peter was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from claiming his sweet omega, especially when Tony’s heat hormones made him extra clingy, and he’d be pleading with Peter to bite him. They loved each other, those words had come pretty quickly, but when back in his own head, without the chemical cocktail coursing through his blood, Tony was aware of how much older he was. He knew his fertility was waning and was worried he’d never be able to give Peter any pups.

“Tony, don’t be silly, baby.” Peter held his omega in his lap, the first notes of brown sugar announcing the imminent arrival of the next heat. “Me wanting to claim you is about us, you and I. You told me to give us a chance. And you were right. I wanna be with you. You. If we both want children down the line, but we need help, we can get it. There are plenty of paths to parenthood. But I want the world to know you’re mine, that Tony Stark is officially off the market.”

He nipped at Tony’s ear, making him mewl, and bury in closer to Peter’s chest.

“You bring out the feral alpha in me…’mega mine. But I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I’d never claim you in heat without us having discussed it like we are now. Not even when you beg me so nicely.

Tony continued to whine and rubbed his face over the scent gland in Peter’s neck.

“Want it. Want it so much, Alpha. Wanna be your mate and for everyone to know it. Tony Parker-Stark has a nice ring to it.”

“Alright, baby. We’ll wait for your heat, yeah? Cos it might trigger my rut, and it could be a lot for you to handle otherwise.”

Peter’s ruts were irregular, normally affecting him about twice a year. He hadn't had one since before starting to date Tony, so he knew one was due any time, and if anything was going to trigger it, it would be claiming Tony as his, finally.

It turned out Peter was right, and from then on his ruts came in synch with every other one of Tony’s heats.

That had been five years ago. After going through a lot of legal paperwork with Pepper, Peter was able to remain at Stark industries, working his way up the ranks. Now he carried out tasks Tony used to do, including tedious conferences all over the world, allowing his omega to take things easy, and spend nearly all his time tinkering, which he much preferred to schmoozing. Big parties weren’t his thing anymore.

Annoyingly, this most recent conference had had Peter flying out two days after Tony’s last heat and his own rut. The memory of Tony purring, all lax and fucked out beneath him, the pair of them locked together by his engorged knot, had kept Peter going whilst he’d been away. Tony’s heats were less regular now, although currently no less intense when they did occur. It had also gotten to the point that Peter knew before Tony himself when the omega’s body was gearing up for one.

The cab jerked to a halt, pulling Peter out of his reverie. He paid the driver, and made his way into the tower, nodding to the night security and loosening his tie as he walked over to the private elevator. It whisked him upwards at the touch of his thumb print, and Peter counted down the 30 seconds he knew it took to get from the foyer to the penthouse. His foot tapped the floor impatiently.

The doors whooshed open and Peter stepped out into his home. Immediately he knew something was different. There was a different smell in the apartment. It wasn’t Pepper’s calming, appley, beta scent, or Rhodey’s metallic alpha one. No, this scent was entirely unknown. 

He breathed in deeply, trying to separate the new, spicy vanilla chai smell from his and Tony’s so he could pinpoint it, wherever it was in the apartment, because the strength of it told Peter that the owner was still present.

“Tony?” He called through the penthouse, wondering why his omega hadn’t scented that he was home. 

Peter left his small case by the elevator doors and walked into the main living area. To Peter’s surprise it was empty; JARVIS would have let him know if Tony was in the lab.

“JARVIS, where’s Tony?”

“Mr Parker-Stark is in the bedroom, sir.”

“And who else is here?”

“No-one sir, only you and Mr Parker-Stark are currently present.”

Peter was confused, but toed off his shoes and strode across the plush carpet in search of his mate. Carefully, he pushed open the door and then came to a halt, a smile spreading across his face. Tony was curled up, asleep, on the bed, clutching Peter’s pillow tight to his chest, his face pressed into the top of it.

Peter settled down next to him, still curious about the alien smell pervading their home. He drew Tony’s sleeping form against him, his omega whining in his sleep and burying closer, seeking comfort. However, when Peter drew in another deep breath, realisation hit him. The foreign scent wasn’t his and it wasn’t Tony’s, but it was intermingled with Tony’s, emanating from him.

Tears of joy welled in his eyes, and he hiccuped, hugging Tony that little bit tighter causing his mate to stir and wake up. Tony turned, blinked up at him owlishly, and then smiled, throwing his arms around Peter’s neck, peppering him with kisses. 

“You’re back! I missed you so much. I’ve been feeling rotten since nearly the moment you left, just wanting to sleep. I thought bond sickness was just an old wives tale.” 

Peter just sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiled back.

“What’s wrong, alpha mine? Why are you crying?”

“You don’t have bond sickness, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.”

Tony looked puzzled but sniffed. Some stirring thought seemed to pass across his face before he inhaled again, deeper and longer. Then he gasped, looking up at Peter, down at his own stomach and then back at Peter.

“I… I… I’m… We’re… oh my god!”

Peter ducked his head and kissed Tony, both of them pouring their joy and love into one another. Both of them were crying, holding onto each other as their lips met.

Tony ran his hand across his still flat abdomen, Peter covering it with his own, and he started to purr.

“I wonder what they’re going to be? An omega like me? An alpha like you? Or a beta, perhaps?”

Peter pulled Tony to lie back against him, the older man’s back to his front.

“I know exactly what our pup is gonna be, baby. Loved.”

Peter looked down at you, raising his hand to rest in on your cheek, swiping a strand of hair that stuck to the side of your face. He smiled softly as you snuggled your face into his palm. Despite the layer of sweat covering your skin you still craved his warmth.

“Nothing is wrong omega,” he whispered, kissing your nose lightly, “I have everything i need right here,”

You giggled at his words, shaking your head, “Never knew the prince would be such a softy,”

Peter chuckled along with you, bringing you closer with his arms, “Only for you,” he sighed, “Only for my mate,”

“See, there’s the tone again,” you pouted, nuzzling your nose with his shoulder in an attempt to get him to speak up. You huffed when he stayed silent, rolling your eyes as you took things into your own hands, moving your legs to straddle his waist.

You pressed your hands against his chest to lean over him, his fingers moving to your waist, keeping you locked in your position. You began littering kisses on his face, starting with his forehead, then his pink cheeks and nose finally stopping at his chin.

“What. Is. Wrong. Peter.” you said in between kisses, pulling away when you felt the creases in the corner of his mouth deepen, “I’m going to get it out of you,”

“Sure you are omega,” he said, sliding his hands down your waist to the top of your thighs. You purred at his touch, nudging your nose against his as he continued, “So persistent,”

“And your so stubborn,” you sat back, crossing your arms over your chest when a idea popped in your head, “Come on Alpha,” you bit your lip, slowly grinding on his crotch, “Talk to me,”

Peter let out a warning growl, sitting up and pulling your chest against his, “You,” he grabbed your jaw, directing your gaze on to his, “Are on thin ice,” he paused, leaning up with his mouth by your ear, “Omega,”

You shivered, a small whimper escaping your mouth when he used his alpha voice. It was instinct for an omega to submit when an alpha used a specific tone. While Peter promised to never use it on you, it didn't mean he never did it playfully knowing how much it annoyed you.Your head fell on his shoulder, groaning into his skin as his laughs filled the room at your reaction.

“You’re mean, you know that?” you took a deep breath of his calming scent, “But you do know that changing the subject won’t work on me,”

“Yeah I figured,” he sighed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, “I just-,” he moved his hand back to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, “I’m just really happy, that’s all,”

“That’s all?”, you said, tilting your head to the side, “Peter, come on, somethings wrong,” you brought your hand to his cheek, “Tell me Alpha,”

Peter sighed into your hand, awkwardly moving up against the headboard to his back could have some support with you on top of him. You readjusting yourself in his lap, his hand tightening on your skin when your thigh brushed his bare cock.

“Y/n...”

“Okay, that wasn't on purpose!” 

“You know what?” he groaned, pulling you up slightly and lining up his member with your pussy, rubbing the tip along your lips. You bit your lip as he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lower yourself down, “There,” he bottomed out, “Now we may continue,”

You whined but stayed still placing your hands on his shoulders speaking out of your mind without thinking, “So the thing keeping you from talking in not having your dick in me,”

His mouth flew open, taken back by your words, “You, are, lucky you’re mine,” he grunted, the small smile on his face showed that he was far from annoyed.

You giggled, trying your best to focus back on the reason you were interrogating him, “Now, Peter,” you grabbed his face once more, “Speak,”

Peter sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, pulling you closer to rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You responded by running your hand through his damp hair.

“Sabina is getting suspicious about me, about us,” he kissed the side of your neck, his lips lingering for a few seconds, “I guess i didn’t mask your scent to well after last time,” You could feel his weak smirk against your skin, “I could feel her eyes every time I walk away from her, especially when I refuse to mate with her,”

“Peter,” you pulled back, looking him in the eyes, “You said you father didn’t want you two to mate yet, you said you’d tell her about us before this got to far,”

“I know, I know,” he said desperately, trying his best to keep your mind from wandering too far before he got out the entire story, “But I was planning on telling her tonight, but then the emergency happened and I-,” he pauses, “They left on the carriage earlier than expected,”

“Peter! Tomorrow is inspection, how am I supposed to hide my mark and my-,” you caught yourself, looking down to avoid his curious stare.

“And your?”

You sniffed wrapping your arms around yourself for some form of protection. You took a deep breath before responding, “My stomach Peter,” you hesitantly looked up into his soft brown eyes, “All the symptoms were there, what settled it was the small bump,” you laughed wearily, “And we both know I don't get enough food for that to happen,”

His mouth feel slightly open, his eyes filling with water as he put his hand on your stomach, “So you’re saying-,”

“I won't be able to go to a doctor but from what my mother told me...” you put your hands on his and just nodded, not sure if you could go on without bursting into tears.

“Oh my god,” his breath became heavy, “Oh my god,” he pulled you into a hug, tightening his hold as much as he could. 

Peter didn't know how to feel, how to think. On one hand, his instincts told him to protect, to love, to cherish, to be grateful that out of all the women in the kingdom he met his mate and was lucky enough to have a child with them. It was the dream for all alpha’s, to see their mate, their omega swollen with their child, with their pup.

He’s had dreams of having a family ever since he presented as an alpha. He always watched in envy at his aunt and uncle, the rare case of royals being mates. He knew the chances were slim, but he never lost hope that one day, the intoxicating scent of an omega, of his omega would fill his senses.

Would make his alpha heart complete.

But would also shatter it whole.

He was a prince, set from birth to marry one of his kind. An omega was seen as not fit to rule, when one was born into the family, they were always seen as a disgrace, most likely to be married off to a knight or one of the royal advisers, disregarded from the blood line.

That’s where his Prince side came in.

Your love was forbidden, therefore your mating was as well. This child would mean hell, not for him but for you if anyone were to find out outside of the people he trusted. And with his future queen already on his tail, he didn't know if a child would be the best option for the both of you.

Even if he wanted it so bad.

“I’m not going to let them take you away from me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his protective instincts kicking in, “If they ever lay a hand on you i swear I’ll-,”

“Peter,” your broken voice brought him out of his alpha frenzy, “There going to find out tomorrow either way, my scents slowly changing and the guards are going to sense two heartbeats and i-,” you breath hitched, “There’s no way out of this Peter,”

He forgot about the inspection his uncle’s adviser pushed every month. To check up on everyone who worked with the crown, making sure they were suitable and still held the rules set for their line of work. For you, being a maid meant, from what he remembered no mating and no possible mate. 

Well you broke the rules within two weeks of meeting him and it was only three weeks ago he finally decided to claim you as his.

Meaning he was the one who got you into this mess. 

And he was the one who was going to get you out of it

“What if we run away?”

You looked down at him shocked, “Run away, Peter! Are you insane?”

“I’m serious, my aunt, mother and Sabina are away on a trip, my uncle never really asks for my whereabouts, neither does my father,” He could feel the gears turning in his head, pulling at all the details and creating plan, “It’s the perfect opportunity,”

“What happened to just telling them about us?”

“Y/n, you and I both know they won’t allow it, even if I ask politely,” 

You sat speechless, your mouth opening and closing, words failing to escape your mouth. He looked between your eyes, hoping to find something that would calm his racing heart. You gulped, finally processing his words as you said slowly, “But Peter, you’re the prince,’

He sighed, “That doesn’t matter,”

“Yes it does,” you shook your head, “Peter, if we leave, there is no way your uncle wouldn't send a search party out for you!”

“Not if we leave the land, set up somewhere else,” he reasoned, “Once we cross the seas, they wouldn't be able to find us,”

“That would mean we have to prepare in advance,”

“I’m the prince, I’m sure i could get a boat out of here at any convenience,”

“Then they’ll know where we’re going, track your recent purchases”

“I’ll just pass it through Harley, he knows about you-,”

“Harley knows about me!”

“He helped me hide us don't worry,” he moved on quickly, cursing at what he let slip, “Look the point is, we need to get you out of here,” he pulled you impossibly closer, “And you’re not leaving without me okay?” He let his forehead fall against yours, “I’m not leaving my omega,”  his voice cracked, “Or my possible child,”

“Peter-,” you breathed, biting your lip as you felt tears begin to form in your eyes.

“This is our only chance Y/n,” he whispered, “This was long overdue, us finally going off, living life together,” he laughed softly, “Maybe this is just the final push we needed,”

You stayed silent for quite some time, trying to process his words. If you leave tonight, there was a chance that it would reach the king before you and Peter could step out the castle walls. If you both made it out, it would take days for you both to reach the port, during that time there wasn't a chance that nobody would notice his absence and send a group out to look for him. Leaving meant the possibility of getting caught risking both your life and your child for the chance at freedom.

But if you stayed, the inspection would happen, outing you as mated and pregnant with another alpha’s child, punishable by death. You couldn't imagine leaving peter like that, losing a mate was like losing a part of yourself, it completely shatters the person, leaving them a shell of who they once were.

But in Peter’s case, he couldn't show that he was mated, because he was already promised to another, someone that wasn't you. You could already feel your heart plummet at the thought of him without you, of your alpha stuck with another.

You couldn't even think of the possibility. 

But in the end, only one option had the chance of escape, the chance of a life outside the castle.

And that was to run away.

“Okay Parker,” you mumbled, finally looking him in his shiny brown eyes, “Let’s do it,”

“Are- are you serious?” Peter grinned.

You nodded, giggling when he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Your teeth clashed while your lips move out of sync but either of you could have cared less, thoughts of a life together plaguing your minds.

Thoughts of starting a family of your own coming right after.

Peter giggled, pulling away breathless, “I’ll try my best to have the inspection pushed back to the next day so we have time to prepare,” he looked up at you with a sly smirk, “Now that’s out of the way,”

He quickly picked you up slightly to lay you down on the bed, slamming his cock back into you when it slipped out. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, your arms thrown around his shoulder as he slowly grinded into you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business,”

…

Peter waited by the stables the next night, leaning against the wall of the enclosure of the horse he planned for the both of you to ride. The plan was simple, Harley would fake an emergency distracting most of the guards so the both of you could leave without being detected. His aunt or mother wouldn't be back until the next day which would most likely be the moment they figure out about his absence.

But by then you would be halfway across the lands, close to the docs to board a small boat, ready to take you wherever you wanted. To finally start a new life together.

Of course, he would have to make a few stops along the way to buy materials and food which might slow you both down a bit, but the initial head start would give you enough time. Well, he hoped would give you enough time.

All he needed now was for you to come and as time passed by, he grew more worried when you never cdid. It wasn't hard to sneak out of the maids quarters, especially with the majority of the guards on the other side of the castle, he expected you to hear your small footsteps running down the creaky wood stairs, your scent invading his senses.

But it never happened, he waited until dawn and nothing.

That was until a stinging scent filled his nostrils.

“Didn’t expect you to stay for so long Peter,” she sounded from behind him, making him whip his head around. He didn't care to hide his distaste at her presence, his nostrils flaring as a low growl escaped his mouth.

“What did you do,” he said, clenching his fists by his side. Peter wasn't dumb, he knew that with her sudden presence she had to do something with your absence, “Aren’t you suppose to be on a trip,”

“Got cut short, much to your dismay,” the beta began walking closer to the alpha, sizing him up with her steady strides, “Word of a mated Omega,” she tilted her head to the side, “I’m sure you’ve heard of her,”

“What the fuck did you do Sabina,” he spat, matching her steps as he backed her up against the wall right at the bottom of the stairway.

“Oh I didn’t do anything,” usually the slight waver in her voice would give Peter a burst of pride, but now it just made him feel shameful, “I’m sure she was aware of the rules,”

“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” he shouted, slamming his hands on the walls, “What. The fuck. Did you do?”

“The right thing for this kingdom Peter,” she sneered, “Doing something that you are to stupid to do,”

“And what’s that?”

“Getting rid of your mate,” she grinned sickly, “You didn’t actually think we left for so long did you? A week before our wedding?” she chuckled, “Well your a lot more dumb that I thought,”

In a fit of rage Peter found himself wrapping his hand around her neck, slamming her further against the wall. The small whimpers failed to register in his mind as his grip became tighter and tighter, his anger increased with every passing moment.

“Ah, ah, ah, Peter,” he tisked, barely able to speak, “I’m not the one you should be worrying about right now,” she giggled frailly, “Not when your little omega is in trouble,”

He felt his heart drop when Sabina mentioned your title, his hand loosening immediately, dropping her to the floor. He didn't waste anymore time listening to her coughs as he sped up the stairs and into the castle, searching for your scent.

But he couldn't find it, his heart breaking more and more with every room he entered. He could feel his chest begin to tighten, his senses going into overdrive as his mind wandered to the horrible things that might have happened. That he wasn't there to stop.

He should have picked you up from the quarters, he should've made sure you were out there with him or had Harley escort you. To make sure you arrived safely. It was stupid of him to let you leave alone, to trust that no one caught on to his plans.

He couldn't give up now, his feet taking up across the castle once again, growling at anyone who tried to stop him. He was going feral, his palms sweating as his breath became heavy almost growling with every breath.

That was until he caught another scent, one that smelt like burnt wood and dry blood, seeping from the doors of the throne room.

Tony sat on the throne, leg crossed over the other as he sipped on some wine from his favourite gold chalice. He was making casual conversation with his guards as Peter burst into the room rage and guilt radiating off of him as he stomped up to the middle of the room.

He looked awful, his hair ruffled like he had been tugging and pulling at the strands constantly. His shirt was ruffled up, the button up raffled along with his trousers.

“Where is she,” he growled, his voice croaky and low.

Tony only sighed at his son’s exaggerated tone, placing his chalice in the hands of another before standing up, fixing his tunic in the process. He walked down the few steps that lead to his throne, approaching his son with crossed arms.

“I don’t know who you’re-,”

“Don’t try that shit with me, alright,” Peter said, exasperated as he threw his arms in the air, “Where the fuck did you put her,”

Tony lost all playfulness in his voice, rolling his eyes at the boy's words, “I thought you were her mate? Why are you asking me,”

“How did you figure it out,”

Tony only laughed, “A little birdie told me, but even then it was quite obvious. I just thought I raised you well enough to resist,”

“Resist my mate?” It was Peter’s turn to laugh, “You’re growing more and more into a salty old man everyone pins you to be,”

“Everyone pins me to be?” Tony walked around Peter, pointing his finger in the air, “I’m a man of law Peter, that’s what makes me king,” 

“Ever think that the law is fucking stupid?” Peter scoffed.

“Do not talk to your father like that,”

“Or what?” Peter sized him up, despite him being slightly shorter that the king, he still stood tall over him, “Your going to throw me in the-,” his breath hitched, “Dungeons...you put her in the dungeons,”

Tony laughed once more, “You’re not as dumb as I thought,”

“If you hurt her-”

“Oh calm your little alpha brain,” tony snickered, “I won’t hurt her yet, she’s holding my grandchild! I’m not that much of a monster,”

“So you admit that you are one,”

“Of sorts yes,” tony looked at him expectantly, “Well you put two and two together, why aren't you going after her,”

Peter scoffed, “As you said before, I’m not dumb,”

Tony only smiled, turning to sit back on his throne. He knew he already won when he watched his guards take you down to your cell, he always does. Sure, it was sick how much joy it brought him to see his own son in distress, but it wasn't his fault. His job was to see that the laws of the crown were always followed. He was only doing his job.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Regardless, it was over. In the next two days we would discuss an execution for the poor omega (he didn't take the time to learn your name) with his council for such crimes and everything would be back to normal, back to the way it’s supposed to be.

“What ever happened to your mate, Tony,” Peter suddenly said from behind him, making him stop in his tracks, “I’m sure you’ve had one in the past,”

“I don’t know what your talking about,”

Peter looked at him in disbelief, turning the tables as he found a way to get under his father’s skin, “So the scar on your neck is just a fashion statement?”

“If you know what’s good for you then you’d shut the hell up,” Tony turned around, pointing a finger in the boy's direction.

But Peter stayed persistent, knowing that the only way to get to his father was threw words, “You know the pain of losing a mate Tony, don’t make me go threw the same thing because of fucking laws,”

“I’m the not the one who put you in that position Peter,” Tony said, walking back up to the boy, “I wasn't the one who broke the law for fucking love,” he laughed, his eyes blowed as he shook his head, “What’s happening to her is your fault-,”

“Just like what happened to Pepper, it happened because of you,”

“Keep her name out of your mouth!” Tony snapped, striding up to Peter and grabbing him by the collar as he shouted in his face, “Don’t you ever mention her again,”

“Then let Y/n go,” Peter whispered, carefully choosing his next few words, “Let my omega go,”

“You know I can’t do that,”

“Yes you can,”

“But I won’t, and you know god damn well why,”

Peter didn’t push further, with the close proximity of his father, he could see the corners of his eyes start to shine, his lip trembling slightly. It was a low blow to bring up a past mate, one he only learned about while eavesdropping a conversation with him and his grandfather. But he knew it was the only way to get to him, and in his defence it seemed to be working.

“I’m going to get her out of here,” Peter calmly, “I’m going to get her and my child out of here, away from you and I don't care if the kingdom burns when I leave,”

“Over my. Dead. Body,” Tony sneered, finally letting go of his shirt, watching as his nephew stumbled a little to regain his balance.

“Then so be it,” Peter said lowly as he walked out of the room, the guards immediately following his fast stride.

He didn't know where he was going, what he was going to do. He couldn't trust anyone, not when your life and child was on the line. The conversation he just had seemed all over the place as he tried to process every words spoken. But as he entered his chambers, slamming the door almost off its hinges one thing became clear to him.

That he needed to get you out of here, he needed to get you both out of this kingdom.

With or without his father on his side.

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A/n : I’ve been wanted to do alpha!peter for so long and finally got the inspo to do one. I have an idea for part two, so stay tune for that!

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To start off, alpha on alpha relationships were taboo, most alphas expected to settle down with a sweet omega or beta, raising pups

Both Peter and MJ resented that idea. And they had a connection right off the bat, the two of them finding love in each other.

Even though they got shit for it, they had a steady relationship.

That was until the omega exchange student program. Omegas didn’t normally attend school with Betas and Alphas, and were usually sent to a different kind of school to learn more... domestic skills.

But times were changing. And at first the couple didn’t think much of it. Most omegas their age were already claimed anyways.

That was until that fateful Wednesday arrived.

Walking through the halls and stopping by their lockers, it was a normal seeming day. That was until they caught the scent.

It smelled like peaches and vanilla, the scent almost addicting, the two of them needing to step aside against the lockers to steady themselves.

Looking around, the other Alpha and Beta students were completely not effected at all.

That could only mean one thing. It was the scent of mate. And due to dominant instincts, the both of them didn’t pay mind to the fact that they were both effected, but rather who was going to track down the omega emitting that perfectly delectable mouthwatering scent.

They turned to each other, violence in their tone as they spoke to each other.

“Mine.” They both growled.

But before they set off to find the poor omega, the bell had rung, and what was worse is that they both had the same period together. And the tension was already perfect.

But they became more interested once the scent of Omega became stronger as they entered their first-period class.

And as they entered, their eyes latched onto her. She was surrounded by curious students, wondering what it was like at an omega academy.

She was small. Adorable. She was their mate.

When the teacher commanded that everyone return to their seats, MJ thought fast, taking a seat directly next to the young omega. Which left Peter growling and jealous.

When the omega smelled the female alpha, she glanced over, her eyes soft as they widened.

“Omega...,” MJ’s voice was cautious.

“A-Alpha?” The omega whimpered.

MJ quickly pulled her in, the omega nuzzling into the young woman as she purred quietly, attempting to wrap her head around the fact that she had finally found an Alpha. A protector.

But Peter. Peter was fucking livid. The whole class he stared in jealousy as another alpha held his mate. That was supposed to be him.

Meanwhile, MJ caught the girl up on everything she had missed in the semester, promising that the class was easy, and to her surprise (and delight), her omega was as smart as she was.

And as soon as the dismissal bell rang, Peter rushed over quickly, skipping an introduction and going straight for a hug, the omega resisting at first, but soon easing into his touch.

“Alpha?” She mumbled into his chest, his nose rubbing right up against her scent glands, a protective growl vibrating from his chest as he saw MJ trying to grab the omega back.

“We should really be getting her to her next class,” MJ commented through gritted teeth, pulling her away from her other alpha, heart clenching at the violent yelp she let out as the omega lost contact with the boy.

But MJ had pulled her out of the room before Peter could argue.

The rest of the day was rough. She only had one other class with each, AP Chem with Peter and Literature with MJ. She learned their names, and everything about them, but they learned nothing about her.

MJ was insistent that the Omega studied with her at the library, to study and get to know her precious little omega better. Besides, they was going to be spending a lot of more time together.

But the Omega insisted that Peter was invited as well. She was actually really collected, considering that two mates for one omega was a myth.

MJ only did it for her omega. Her feelings for Peter were currently on the rocks.

The three of them walked together along with the subway, before finally settling down in a warm cozy corner of the large library.

“Well... I um... suppose that both of you are my alphas,” she began, the first words being spoken between them since school was dismissed for the day.

“Yeah.” Peter gave a glare to MJ, “I suppose we are.”

“I can see that there is some... tension between you guys, and I’m sorry about that,”

“No need to apologize, princess, it’s not your fault,” MJ reassured, putting her hand on the omega’s shoulder, Peter not liking the contact.

“I understand that you two were... together before you met me, yeah?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, and if the two alphas weren’t so resentful of each other, it would be all they would talk about.

All that Peter could do was nod, MJ acting as if she didn’t hear the question.

“I just... I think this could work.” The omega started, “I guess you guys will have to share.”

That was when the alphas argued, protesting.

“I don’t share!”

“You’re mine!”

“You have to chose!”

“You want me, don’t you?”

The omega recoiled, the tone of her alphas frightening her. But most of all it was irritating her.

She suddenly stood up, furious. The two alphas fell silent.

“Get over yourselves! One of you isn’t any better than the other! And I would rather be alone than babysit two immature alphas!”

And with that, she ignored the pleading apologizing from the two guilty teenagers, grabbing her backpack and storming out.

MJ blamed Peter. Peter blamed MJ. And the two were close to fighting each other to death in the middle of the library.

Both of them left, violently growling at each other on their way out.

That night, the three of them sat in their rooms, thinking about everything. The omega was crying, and the two alphas were just angry.

Peter came to the conclusion that she would rather die that lose his omega... and his girlfriend. And if sharing was all it took, he would try and do it. All for her.

Peter swung through the city quickly, stopping at MJ’s apartment, inviting himself in.

“Peter, you are literally the last fucking person I wanna see right now,” MJ growled, and that was when he noticed she had tear stains on her cheeks

“I know,” he looked down, “we need to fix this. And if sharing her is what it takes to keep both of you in my life, I’ll try.”

“I will too...,” she admitted, Peter giving a smile of relief.

When the young omega heard a knock at her window, she panicked slightly, not used to it at all. But when the window opened, and her mates crawled through, her fear faded.

She gripped both of them tightly, hugging them both as they held her as well.

“I’m sorry, alphas! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to yell, I-“

“Shhh, [y/n], it’s alright, we have you now,” Peter soothed, MJ squeezing the two of them in agreement.

“A-Are you guys good now?” The omega meekly questioned, still enveloped in the scent of both her mates.

“Almost. We’ll get there for you, omega.”

“C-Can you guys stay the night? I don’t wanna be alone,” she whimpered:

“Of course.”

“Anything for you.”

And that night, the Omega could have never been more content. The male alpha hugging her to his chest, the other alpha’s armed wrapped around the omega’s waist.