#alpha!robby

The moment you started working at the Pitt in the ED you were absolutely enamoured by him. From his broad shoulders, his sweet doe brown eyes behind his readers, and the strong Alpha presence that could command attention at every corner without seeming overbearing had done you in. No need to even get started on his scent that you had caught lingering at the end of a grueling day a few times; the warm sandal wood mixed with worn leather, and a seductive undertone of amber had you salivating. However, It wasn't something you were able to catch often or even very strongly as the suppressants dulled your senses considerably, but when you did you bathed in it. The Omega in you was practically purring at every whiff. And your encounters with Robby were never lacking.

At first you thought you were imagining things. Just a hopeful dream that he was paying attention to you, but after a while of working with him you began to notice that every time you were scheduled together, you were always placed on the trauma team. And in addition if a code blue was called or if Robby needed help at the drop of a hat, it was always your name he called first. You also discovered that he was a very hands on man which was puzzling at first because you watched him flinch or shy away from contact with others. Although with you it was mostly in the sense that if you found yourself in his three foot orbit, his hands would somehow find their way onto your body. Never in an too obvious (at least to you) way, or an I need to contact HR way. Instead it was a brush of your fingers when handing off the tablet or a grab at your hips to move you around was always occurring. And while it was an often enough occurrence that it never surprised you, it never failed how every time he touched you it would send warmth coursing through your body. Which then ended with you excusing yourself as you rushed to replenish your scent blockers as your need would bleed through.

Today though, you rarely had a moment to breathe let alone focus on your body and the effects of your over tired brain we’re having. Or even notice how Robby’s proximity was having a very strong impact on how you behaved. All you knew was that the ED was unbearably hot in the middle of a Pittsburgh January. But all in all your shift began about as normally as any other, a little more exhausted than normal but no less ready to begin your day.

Dana however, took one look at you and immediately pulled you to the side, “Look honey, I’m real grateful that you're willing to help us out but this is day six in a row for you and Im worried your overdoing it,” she had her arm around your shoulder as she attempted to keep her voice low enough so that only you two could hear.

It was sweet of her worrying about you but you felt like you had it under control, and a little part of you still craved to prove yourself as a somewhat undercover omega in the ED. So you shrugged off her concern, “Dana I promise I'll be okay, it's nothing that I can't handle, plus I'm not due for my heat for another three weeks. Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I thought it would go wrong.” You kept your voice soft and aloof for reassurance.

It was all a lie though. You knew your heat was actually creeping up later in the week, and you knew you were at the end of your energy rope so to speak, but for some reason the thought of not working while Robby was had felt like a knife settling in your stomach. You weren’t sure when that feeling had truly begun to make itself known within your gut or why you were feeling this way all of a sudden but the last thing you were going to do was tell Dana.

Speaking of which, she seemed to believe you and agreed to let you begin your shift, a decision she may or may not regret in a few hours. Because two seconds into standing at the nurses station she had to clean her glasses and do a double take because she was pretty sure she saw you subconsciously scent Robby's jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair you had just sat in. Nothing too noticeable but you had leaned back in a way that seemed as if you were simply stretching but just before coming to sit back up you angled your head to slightly rub the soft fabric behind you right where your scent gland was covered by the patch. And this wouldn’t be the last time that Dana found herself observing odd behavior from you that should've alerted her to your predicament.

Over the next few hours she notices that you and Robby seemed to almost revolve around each other (more than usual). Except it was less gravitational and more primal. If you were engaged in a conversation with another alpha, or even a beta, while he was around she took notice of how he angled himself slightly in front of your position effectively placing himself between you and the other person. Dana also noticed that while you were normally independent when taking action with your patients and their care, today you seemed to seek out Robby's approval at every chance you could. And while this had confused Dana she was left to her own devices as she contemplated the two of you’s behavior. Because you had barely been aware of your actions and unmitigated bodily responses today. And when you had caught yourself the attempted intervention and cover up was a little too late.

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It was the last few hours of your shift, and if you asked anyone here they would say today was rough, but for you it was a whole different ball game. It started when you caught yourself rubbing against Robby's jacket for the third time in a singular hour, a behavior you had never displayed in your life not once since presenting as an Omega. While you knew it was a normal pre-heat behavior, it was not one you particularly found yourself ever participating in until today. Quickly you began looking around to see if anyone caught your movements. And soon letting out the breath you had held when you noticed it had gone unseen by those around (or so you thought). Hastily jumping up you all but sprinted to check on bay five to distract yourself from falling back into the jacket. Unbeknownst to you a certain Alpha attending had clocked your behavior in seconds, and if there is one thing to know about Michael Robinavitch it would be that he is a well educated doctor. One who is absolutely able to spot an omega in heat just off of their slight behavior displays. Behaviors such as scenting, which is exactly what he caught you doing.

Now as a doctor, and an Alpha, Robby would say he is well versed in the code of conduct he is sworn to work under. Always claiming to respect that oath each time he clocks in. But when he catches his favorite nurse rubbing all over his jacket like a good little omega should for her alpha, he feels the realization of the situation snap in place. The realization that not only were you an omega that hid as a beta this whole time, but when he brought that jacket to his nose Robby realized that you were his omega. And you had been hiding under his nose this whole time. An all consuming emotion he never thought he would feel at his age rushed over him igniting a cacophony of instincts.

Since Robby hit his 50’s he had come to terms with the possibility that he would never find his mate, sure there was still a part of him, the Alpha part, that would always feel that loss. But when you came around he found that he was more than happy to forget about the pain of not finding his omega if that meant he could spend the rest of his life with you near him. Which now that he thinks about it should have set off a warning bell. But now he knew why, now he understood that a part of him recognized you under all the suppressants and scent blockers, and now that he knows, he wasn’t planning on ever letting you go.

For the rest of the shift he would take every opportunity to subconsciously rile you up. On any given day he would normally make an effort, small touches here and there, but now he decided to up his game. An idea that was spurred by what he caught you doing. While he would typically touch your shoulder or hip while still maintaining distance when passing by, Robby decided today he would happen to drag his chest across your back every time he passed you. This was his way of subtly scenting you back. He also decided to test the waters today and lay it heavy with a few pet names he often used with you. Sweetheart, kid, or honey were what he addressed you as today, never once by your name like he would before. What he was doing was working and he could tell, especially as he sensed your temperature rising under his fingertips as the shift dragged on and the slight sheen of sweat that gathered on your brow. Or how even though you were constantly changing your scent blockers, the tell tale waft of your pre-heat, that warm sugary vanilla, was filling his senses even under the strong antiseptic smell of the patch. He was just waiting for the most opportune time to arise for him to make a move.

And while Robby was plotting, you were panicking. All day your mind had been stuck on Robby's warm hands, the little pet names he was calling you, and how his scent all but slapped you in the face. Even though you triple checked you had taken your suppressants this morning and changed your patches multiple times. You knew you should've gone home early under the guise of sickness, but when you mentioned going home to Perlah and Princess you heard a deep baritone voice call your attention, “Oh ho ho, absolutely not sweetheart, you wouldn’t leave an old man like me without one of my best nurses to help would you?” Your mind went blank, and if the counter you were leaning on wasn’t there you would have immediately dropped to your hands and knees in front of everyone.

Realizing you had been silent way too long while staring at him in shock, you managed to splutter out a reply, “I… uhm, no for sure. I w-was just uh, I was just saying ill be okay j-just a stomach bug!” Whatever slyness you thought you had achieved was broken by the high octave your voice reached the longer you spoke.

Quickly you shut your mouth and looked down at the papers in front of you, causing you to miss the sight of him walking closer. That was, until you felt a hand lift your chin and your gaze was once again met by the deepest brown you had ever seen. Suddenly a low “Good girl” was softly thrown out before he breezed past like nothing happened. This interaction ended in you once again running off and changing your blockers for the fourth time, and a change of underwear for good measure as you noticed a small amount of slick gathered at the center.

You had made it to the last half hour before you felt the first cramp rack its way through your body, and it was strong enough to halt you mid step and bend forward just slightly in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Your mind was already beginning to fog over as your heat slammed into you almost full force too early and too quickly. A direct consequence of the overuse of blockers from today and the past week, the very thing you had sworn to Dana that you had under control. Out of the corner of your eye you see Dana start rushing over toward you as your scent was leeching into the ED. However she got exactly four steps before a deep rumbling growl had everyone within five feet of you taking 10 steps back. In response to the sound your temperature rose even higher and you blindly reached out behind you at the same time Robby had come up behind you and immediately scooped you up into his arms.

Noticing everyone's eyes he let out another warning growl before everyone jumped and looked away, he then turned to Dana and grunted out, “Call Abbot im taking her home.” Dana, however, looked almost like she was ready to call Ahmed in to separate the two of you as her main concern was to make sure you were consenting.

But before she could call him over she looked at you and noticed that at the sound of Robby’s voice, Dana could hear your chest begin to let out a slight vibrating purr in response followed by a whine, “Alpha, p-please.” Nodding her head in approval it took him two seconds before he swept you away to take you back to his house.

The ride there was a blur as you were focused on the blinding pain that came in waves as the cramps only got worse. It wasn't until he carried you out of the car that you gained some semblance of self at his touch. Instantly you began nuzzling your nose into his neck breathing his scent in deep. A scent that due to your full blown heat your body had burned through the suppressants and his scent was stronger than ever. You faintly heard him let out a grunt as you licked a stripe up the length of his gland. The sound of a door closing followed and soon after a couple of twists and turns down hallways, you were laid on your back to meet a soft bed.

Warm hands were then felt creeping up your scrub top as your lips kept repeating “Alpha please, Michael please I need you!” Your begging went straight to his groin as he tried to not to let the feel of his oncoming rut scare you, but damn you for calling him by his name.

Because the moment his name left your lips he grunted out a rough ‘Fuck’ and the loud tear of your scrub pants and underwear echoed off the walls. Peeling your lids open you saw him gather up his saliva and spit on his fingers before he allowed himself to begin exploring your cunt. It took him a total of two seconds before he expertly located your clit and began circling the bundle of nerves in well measured movements.

“Fucking hell kid,” his groaned in effort as he tried to start out gentle, “I could smell you all goddamned day, saw you scenting my jacket like a good little omega, drove me fucking crazy”

His fingers lowered arriving at your entrance, he sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your slick dripping down onto the bed below. And before he could stop himself he sank down to his knees. After hitting the floor he surged forward attaching his lips to your clit in replacement of his fingers as he buried two deep within in one swift movement.

“Ugnh fuck YES Alpha!” your voice ripped out of your throat as the feeling of his two fingers filled you, this was in addition to the figure eights he was drawing with his tongue coupled with expertly timed sucks and small bites. Your core was already clenching as your first orgasm rushed closer, but it wasn't until he crooked his fingers up into that soft spot that had your peak shooting through you with no warning.

“That's it ‘Mega, just like that kid,” his voice was rough before he dove right back in, not coming back up until your second orgasm followed closely behind. However, while he wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to slowing down, you needed more, you needed to feel him inside of you. Needed to be filled with him.

Grabbing a handful of his hair you began to tug him up, “I need you, please, need your knot alpha” your voice was breathy as you began reaching at his bottoms.

“Look at you,” he tutted at the sight of your hands desperately trying to get ahold of him, “so desperate for your Alpha to give you what you want hmm?”

After another moment of watching your struggle he decided to help you out leaning back he stood up and tugged off his pants and top, immediately feeling your hands trace his chest as you sat up to touch him.

“Go ahead baby, take what you want,” he whispered as your hand gripped him through his briefs before pulling them down and watching as his length bobs up. The sight of him was enough to break through the haze of your heat as you take in his very impressive length and girth, a little nervous it wouldn’t fit. Sliding off the bed and dropping to your knees you took a moment to appreciate his body, the wide span of his shoulders down to the softness of his tummy and the dark trail of hair that led right to where you wanted. His length was adorned by dark unruly curls and down the underside of his shaft was a very large and prominent vein, this led to the bright red swollen tip beading with arousal.

Leaning forward you lightly hold the heavy weight of his sac in one hand as you grip his shaft with the other, starting with a few kitten licks cleaning up the mess he was making before flattening out your tongue going from base back to tip wetting his length fully.

“Just like that, holy fuck yes!” Robby’s head tilted back as you wrapped your mouth around him, taking as much as you could and using your hand for what you couldn’t. One of his hands came up to the back of your head, not to push just to hold feeling like he needed to be touching some part of you at all times. Meanwhile you were giving it your all, the salty taste of him and the feel of his knot swelling at the base spurred you on. But just as you lightly raked his length with your teeth followed by a flick of your tongue beneath the rim of the head, Robby was immediately pulling you off with a gasp.

“Hold on now don’t want to cum too early,” he quickly pulled you up by your hair just as you had done with him earlier and brought your lips together in a rough kiss, teeth clacking and the taste of each other mingling on your tongues. Robby began guiding you back and lifting you onto the bed once more.

Once your butt hit the mattress you didn’t even need to be directed as instinctually you scooted back and flipped onto your hands and knees lowering your front to the mattress and arching your back in an invitation for him to follow.

“Look at you, such a good Omega presenting without even being told,” his hands came up to trace your curves as he pressed the occasional kiss to your spine as he worked his way up your body.

“Gonna take my knot aren't you,” Robby leans over you and nips the side of your neck right above your gland, “Want your Alpha to fill you up until it takes huh? Gonna get you all full until you’re stuffed and leaking for days”

You were whining in agreement desperate for him to follow through with these promises, wanting nothing more than for him to give you everything. The heat that had gone down with your two previous orgasms was rising once more. Sweat gathered at your brow as you concentrated on trying to stay still while you waited for him to do something, anything. But he caught you by surprise when he asked,

“You know what we are right ‘Mega?” he questioned as he gripped himself tight, and began lining himself up his other hand gripping your hip.

Turning you head to the side so your cheek rested on the bed you looked back at him nodding your head as you whisper, “Mates…were mates,” pausing as you feel him rub his length against you and he let out a shuddering breath at hearing your words, ”I’m all yours Robby”

“That’s right baby, all mine no one else’s,” Slowly he began pushing in, even though you were soaked with slick and positively dripping he was still a very large man. “Fuck I’ve waiting so long for this, for you,” he whispered as if he didn’t mean for that to slip out before refocusing on guiding his length. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you but your heat and the admittance of being mates was pushing his rut to the forefront of his brain.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart” Robby thrusted in a few more inches before he heard you gasp and whine at the stretch, he paused a moment before continuing,

“Shh, just a little more…” and before you could show your incredulity at the fact he wasn’t fully in, his hips snapped forward once more, burying himself to the base.

Both of you let out a mix of curses, but then you smelt it. Beneath the warm sandalwood, leather, and amber was the scent of his rut building. A hint of spicy cracked pepper was mingling with the heavy warm vanilla of your heat. So you did the most rational thing you could think of, you leaned forward off of him just a little before dropping back down, hard.

This seemed to give you the results you wanted because before you could lean forward again a hand gripped the back of your neck pushing you into the mattress and keeping you still.

“My sweet little omega wants it rough huh? Practically begging me to take what I want is that it?” He cooed down at you before he began snapping his hips at a brutal pace.

“Yes-uh.. P-plea-se” your words were interrupted by each thrust as his hips met your ass, “M-michael harder-r”

His chest rumbled with possession, one hand on your hip and the other still firmly on the back of your neck. He brought his left foot up on the bed beside you for more leverage. With this new angle you could feel his tip bullying your cervix with every thrust, and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass echoed.

“Youre taking me so well baby” using the hand he had on your neck he maneuvered your upper body up so your back was against his chest. You could feel his base swell as his knot forms catching on your cunt as he pulls back and pushes in.

“Want me to fill you up don't you, want me to give you everything I have huh, want me to mark you so everyone knows who you belong to?” you were lost to his words and movements barely able to form a thought, the best that you could do was nod. But Robby, no he wasn’t having any of that. He pulled out just enough so that his developing knot bumped your entrance as he began thrusting shallowly. Never pushing all the way in, which had you attempting to push back onto him fully. Moving his hand once more so that it wrapped around the front of your throat and he guided your chin up and out as he nipped your gland once more effectively stilling you.

“Say Please” he growled, emphasizing his words with a squeeze of his fingers at your throat

“Fuck, please Michael…” letting out a pitched whine at the loss of friction, “ Alpha please make me yours, please!”

The rest of his restraint snapped at the last please, picking up his pace once more and moving the hand at your hip down your front as he began toying with your clit. His brutal pace moving in harmony with the circles at your overstimulated nerves, your cunt began spasming around his cock signaling your incoming orgasm. A final few thrusts were placed before he pushed in for the last time before his knot swelled fully locking him into place. As soon as you felt the first ropes of his cum flood your walls, Robby's teeth sunk into your gland, releasing a flood of endorphins and hormones as you flew head first into your third orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

“Fuuucking hell, that's it, take it all kid just like that” he whispered as he released your neck and lathered his tongue across the rivulets of blood dripping from the fresh wound. You were barely able to register your body let alone what he was saying. And you were pliant as he moved both of you to lay on your sides. Hooking your top leg back and over his hips as he began rubbing his hand around the small bulge in your lower stomach.

“Your going to look so good stuffed full of my pups, gonna keep you stuffed and leaking every single day so every one who sees my mark can smell me dripping out of you with every step” his statement was emphasized with the continual spurt of his hot spend that seemed to never end.

Letting out a soft whimper once more you nod blubbering nonsense as your omega was satiated to its fullest, your heat was taken care of by your alpha, you were stuffed full of him, and now you were mated. You were practically vibrating as you began the rumbles of a purr in your chest once more before drifting off to sleep

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It wasn’t long before Robby had you moved into his home and a four carat emerald cut ring sitting pretty on your ring finger. In fact it was exactly 6 weeks that he accomplished this because the first week you lived together Dana and Jack had thrown you an engagement party. One that ended in Dana winking at you while handing over a pregnancy test saying, “I already know but just to be extra positive.”

And of course an hour after you got back home with Robby you took the test and watched as his eyes twinkled with unadulterated joy when you showed him the most positive test you'd ever seen. That shared joy however became pure rage directed straight at Robby when you went to your first ultrasound and found out there were three heartbeats ringing loud and clear. And all he could do was stand there with a dumb smile on his face as his iconic red blush moveing up his neck and onto his cheeks,

Before you can even check in at the Pitt’s front desk, a woman with a too-white smile approaches you and pulls you aside. She smells of sharp antiseptic, beyond the hospital’s regular undercurrent. “You must be our newest resident. I’m Gloria Underwood, the hospital’s Chief Medical Officer. I’d like to have a quick word with you before the start of your first shift; would that be alright?”

Holding onto your backpack straps, you give a bubbly smile and confirm, “Sure, no problem.”

She guides you, a hand on your mid back like you might start running away, to a nearby office. You sit down across from each other and she puts on an expression that’s probably supposed to be comforting and genuine but comes across more like condescending and anxious. “I want to start by saying how thrilled we are to have you here at PTMC.”

Getting a sense of  what this is about, you sit up straighter and reply, “Thank you. I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunity. I got a lot of rejections.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “A lot of people still hold backwards views regarding omegas in medicine; I’m sure you’ve experienced plenty of that firsthand. That’s what I wanted to chat with you about before you start working.”

Nibbling your lower lip now, you say, “Of course; I understand there are things we’ll need to talk about.”

“I took the liberty of drawing up this information packet for you with all of our hospital’s policies and procedures regarding your biological orientation,” she says proudly, handing over a thick manila envelope. She gives your knee an affectionate pat. “Basically, I want you to know that the hospital’s got your back. We had a board meeting with the attending physicians and key executives regarding your employment and education here, and everyone’s on the same page. If you have any problems with either faculty or patients, come directly to me. My personal number’s in the envelope along with contact information for your attending physicians and security personnel.”

It’s hard not to let your nerves get the best of you when everyone’s been talking about you starting your residency like you’re Martin Luther King Jr. or something. “Thank you, Dr. Underwood. I’m honestly just happy to have the chance to prove myself. I know it’s a big risk for the hospital; I mean I’m, what, the tenth omega in America to apply for a residency outside of pediatrics or OBGYN?”

“Twelfth,” she corrects nervously, and then adds, “First one in Pennsylvania.” Then she swallows hard and gives a confident nod. “But PTMC has never shied away from being on the forefront of medical advancement and, by our estimation, there’s absolutely no reason omegas should be excluded from the future we’re trying to build here.”

You give a smile that you hope doesn’t reveal how high your nerves are. “I really appreciate it. Is that all? I don’t want to be late for my first ever rounds.”

“Yes, of course.” She stands and opens the door for you. “Stick close to Dana Evans, the charge nurse. She’s good with everyone, but especially with the alphas compared to everyone else. She doesn’t let them walk all over people.” Then, sounding strangled, she adds, “And don’t forget to have fun!”

Right. Have fun.

You scamper out onto the ED floor.

Your first few shifts go better than you’d expected. Everyone’s polite with you (maybe a little too much; you can tell they were given a talking-to by HR before you started) and, for the most part, you’re able to focus on the medicine. Aside from a few asshole patients who request different (re: not omega) doctors, it’s about the best case scenario you could’ve imagined. Considering you’ve spent the last four years of med school being told a thousand times over that emergency medicine would eat you alive, it goes exceptionally well.

Except for your attending, Dr. Robinavitch.

It’s not that surprising, you suppose, considering he’s the one alpha you have to work in close proximity with. The others on day shift are either in and out like Dr. Garcia or other students like Dr. Mohan and Dr. Santos, so their presence isn’t as noticeable. It only takes an hour on the floor with him to wonder if he’s actually a prime alpha, even, bigger and badder than the others.

The problem isn’t that he’s weird around you. You’d been expecting that, for an alpha in a position of authority to freeze you out or make you uncomfortable. But, unfortunately, it’s the exact opposite. You’ve never been around someone who smells this good. When he reaches over you during a trauma, it’s a wash of eucalyptus and sandalwood that has you fantasizing about massages on the beach and cucumbers over your eyes. You have to rub a scent blocking gel beneath your nose in the morning to function during the first half of your shift while you get used to being close to him again. It’s beyond distracting and it’s so inappropriate.

So, naturally, you have to go and make it about a hundred times worse six weeks into working at the Pitt. Perlah taps you and says that you have a visitor at the front desk. You’re not even to the waiting room when your blood runs cold and you spin directly around. Your ex: Huge, imposing, looking like he’s ready to take someone’s throat out with his teeth.

Leaning against the nurse’s station, you take a few deep breaths and try not to start whimpering. You’ve always been called a crybaby and you’ve been working so hard not to cry at work.

Then, only a few seconds later, Robby’s exiting a trauma bay and beelining toward you as he snaps off his gloves and tosses them in the first bin he sees. His whole body is filled with the smell of spearmint and bitterness.

Omega distress. Yours.

Frigid and painful.

Everyone can smell it, but Robby’s by far affected the most as the only alpha on the floor. He tries to stop his brain from short-circuiting because of that awful, agonizing scent. It’s his job to be professional, to not make being an alpha a constant part of being the boss. But suddenly he’s so worried about you that he can barely breathe. He has to see you. Has to make sure you’re safe. Regardless of anything else, right now, you’re an omega under his care and he feels his responsibility to you viscerally in his gut.

Trying to keep his breathing shallow through his mouth, he touches your elbow gently and asks, “Are you alright, doctor?”

Robby’s alpha scent is absolutely flaring, cedar and ash flooding through your nostrils and slowing the pace of your thoughts. It makes everyone else tense, but it makes you calm. “No, actually, I’m not. Would- would you help me with something kind of personal?” 

Robby pretends his cock doesn’t twitch because the word ‘personal’ just has him thinking about your heat. Thankfully, before he can fall too far down that rabbit hole, you clarify, “My, uh, my ex boyfriend, Chris, just showed up asking for me.” You’re stammering, blush rising up in your cheeks. The pink spreads down beneath your scrub top. Fuck, he’s never noticed just how pretty you are when you’re blushing. He bets you’d blush just like that for him if he- “I- I know it’s so unprofessional to let my personal life into the hospital like this but I- I can’t handle-”

“Hey, slow down and breathe.” Robby straightens up, rolling his shoulders to try to contain the pure stream of his scent leeching out. Fuck, he’s kicking himself for not starting suppressants again as soon as the program told him he’d have an omega to watch out for alongside his other doctors. Now he’s going to make you uncomfortable by scenting all over you like a teenager and totally ruin his carefully crafted professionalism and respect with the rest of the hospital staff. Shit. Through gritted teeth, he tells you, “I’ve got no problem kicking someone out of my hospital if they’re bothering one of my doctors.”

With a sad little whimper, you try, “No, that won’t- He’s not-”

You’re crying despite yourself now, the stress strangling you as you think about too many scary moments with your ex, who’s only gotten scarier since you left him. It’s not uncommon for omegas to deal with stalking or intimidating exes after rejecting them as potential mates, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Robby physically can’t stop himself as he steps forward and pulls you into a hug. His huge arms wrap around your body and it’s like a micro dose of being in your nest back at home. Your harsh distress begins to dissipate as you nestle into his comforting eucalyptus embrace. The tears stop and you grip his hoodie in your fists like it belongs to you for a minute before finally willing yourself to pull away.

Eyes still averted to your feet, you rush out, “The thing is that the only reason he’s been leaving me alone is because I told him I’m seeing an alpha at my new hospital but- but I don’t actually have one to- to protect me right now and you can make him leave today but he’ll still show up here tomorrow and at my apartment and- and-”

You collapse back into sobs and this time Robby’s hug is crushing. Like he’s trying to build a brick wall between you and danger with his body. His fingers run through your hair as your breaths deepen and steady out. The rumble of his voice is like perfectly comforting. “There you go. Just breathe.”

Into his chest, partially grateful that you don’t have to make eye contact, you whimper, “This is so embarrassing but you’re- you’re the only alpha here right now. W- would you pretend you’re with me? Just so he gets the message to leave me alone? Like, five minutes. Please?”

Robby hasn’t had an omega flutter their eyelashes at him in a very, very long time. He clenches his fist in his hoodie pocket and nods tightly, agreeing before he can think it through. As he marches through the ED toward the front door, you follow close behind him.

Without even breaking his long stride, he grabs your ex by his elbow and drags him through the doors, shoving one hand to the center of his chest. “Chris, is it? You need to leave. Now.”

Chris looks right past Robby to you cowering behind him. “This old man’s your new guy?”

Robby stands up straight and drops his heavy hand to Chris’ shoulder. All of a sudden the scent bleeding off him is all charcoal, mean and low and simmering. It makes you want to cling close to him, but it makes Chris shrink back a bit. Robby, feeling your stress, threads his fingers with yours and holds on tight. Neither of you can tell how much of it’s for show. “Look at her instead of me when I’m talking to you again and you’ll be on your ass before your next blink.”

Chris snarls slightly and the tension pitches up. Robby’s stance is completely sturdy, no doubt in his footing. “A prime alpha would never go for her. She’s too weak.”

There’s that confirmed, your brain supplies stupidly. You can’t really think about anything but Robby’s smell rooting you to the ground and making you feel sane for the first time since you and Chris broke up ages ago. You can’t help wondering what another alpha can smell on Robby that makes it clear he’s another step above them in terms of dominance.

Robby scoffs and his voice has an edge to it that makes your stomach flip in a good way, “You think the only omega practicing emergency medicine in the state is weak? Maybe you should come back inside and have your head checked.”

“I just dont buy this shit. You think you can get rid of me by dragging out some guy from work, but I’m never gonna-”

Robby kisses you to shut him up.

No, that’s not quite right.

Robby grabs you by the waist. His big hands are strong on your curves. Possessive. One of them slides effortlessly around to the small of your back, gripping you and tugging you upward. He doesn’t kiss you like it’s a first kiss. He kisses you like it’s second nature. Like kissing you is part of his DNA, part of his pulse. His lips are hot and claiming against yours and you’re dizzy with the taste of him.

He’s so much taller and stronger than you that he lifts you slightly off your toes when you start to kiss him back, reaching up to brush your fingers in the short hair at the back of his neck. So close to his primary scent gland, you can smell something new on him. It’s deeper and warmer. And it’s definitely a reaction to you. The little whimper from your mouth is the only thing that makes him stop; if it weren’t for that sound, he’d so easily fall into you.

By the time you surface for oxygen, Chris is long gone and it’s just you and Robby looking at each other with wide eyes. His are possessive and intense, pupils taking over everything; yours are shocked and wanting.

He takes two steps backwards, turns around, and takes a long, deep breath of the wind. Kissing an omega is like doing a line of coke in terms of the surging energy and need filling his bloodstream. But he’s kissed plenty of omegas through the course of his life and it’s never been quite like that. It’s never had the earthy fragrance of his rut flooding in a puddle around his feet, causing everyone around to sniff at him. He thanks god or the universe or whatever that you don’t yet know him well enough to know how that kiss just affected him.

The silence is too agonizing. You stammer out, “We- we should get back to-”

And Robby snaps out of the moment, rubbing his hand over the back of his head and taking a second to clear his thoughts. “Yeah. Yeah, we should.”

"Y/N - sweet omega, if you don't want this, I need you to get far away from me now and tell Ahmad to fucking chain me to this staircase, because I'm about to lose it here."

He's giving you an out. You almost smile. As if you'd ever want one.

You raise a shaking hand to Robby's face and almost coo at the way he nuzzles into the scent gland at your wrist.

Your next words are whispered into the space between the two of you your own little universe for the time being:

"I'm yours. I've been yours, Robby. Take me, alpha. Please."

You have a split second to register the way Robby’s eyes glaze over with desire before he leans down to crash his lips against yours.

His hands leave their place on your face in favor of snaking down your body, all the way under your ass so he can pull you up. You wrap your legs around Robby’s midsection, and he uses his hips to pin you to the wall. Both of you moan at the contact.

Your hands twist in his hair as his tongue explores your mouth. He tastes like the strawberry protein bar he had for “lunch,” and you can’t suppress the fond giggle bubbling up inside you.

Suddenly, Robby halts his kisses and draws back.

You could sob.

“Alpha, Robby, what-”

He shushes you with a quick peck. “Nest,” he breathes out, already hoisting you up higher in his arms so he can carry you comfortably.

“Gonna find you a nest,” Robby explains, using his body to open the door to the empty cardiology ward. “’M not gonna take you in this fucking staircase, ’mega. You deserve a nest.”

Whining petulantly, you bury your face in Robby’s neck, nosing over his scent gland. Robby’s scent is thickest here, making you nearly delirious with want.

“Would have let you,” you mumble, mouthing over his skin before you latch onto the scent gland - and suck. The sweet secretion of pheromones coats your tongue, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You feel fucking high.

Robby moans and almost trips over his own feet, catching himself just in time.

“Omega, behave.”

You feel his command reverberate deep in your bones. Powerless to resist, you let go with a pop, draw back to look at him, and whisper, “Sorry, Alpha,” your voice a dreamy sigh.

Robby’s brows furrow when he sees your face - your pupils are so blown that your iris is barely visible as a thin ring around them. Even in his compromised state, he can tell that this isn’t just caused by your heat.

His eyes scan your face until they settle on your glistening lips - wet with the very essence of him - and his gaze snaps to your neck.

In a few large strides, he crosses the hallway to the abandoned nurses’ station and sets you down on the large, empty desk before dipping his head to lick a thick stripe over the scent gland on your neck.

Your high-pitched moan blends with the rumble in his chest.

“Fuck, ’mega,” Robby’s voice is absolutely wrecked, and when he draws back, his lips are wet and his eyes match your own.

“You’re mine.”

Robby’s voice carries reverence.

“You’re- we’re-” He shakes his head, his hands cradling your face once more. “Omega - sweet, sweet thing - do you know what this is?”

Beyond the hunger and desire, Robby looks at you with so much adoration that tears gather in your eyes.

Hesitantly, you nod.

True mates.

It’s not something you’ve ever taken to be more than an old wives’ tale, a fairytale to tell young pups - a dream for hopeless romantics to hold onto. Especially working in the medical field, you’ve naturally grown skeptical of this rare and seemingly unprovable phenomenon.

True mates. Soulmates.

But it’s undeniable.

It’s proven by the fact you’ve always been able to smell Robby even through his scent suppressants; it’s written all over the reaction he’d shown when you were mildly threatened; and it’s fucking etched into the synchronized need burning through both your veins right now.

You’re Robby’s. He’s yours.

And you’re fairly certain the heat inside you is going to burn you alive if he doesn’t take you soon.

“Alpha, please. Need you,” you cry, lacing your hands behind Robby’s neck, trying to pull him down to you. “It hurts, Robby.”

At your pitiful plea, Robby’s eyes lose their dreamlike expression. He’s nodding and moving to pick you up again, but you shake your head, pulling harder and caging him with your legs.

“Now, Alpha,” you reiterate, needy whines making Robby’s head spin. “Need you so bad. We’ll find a nest later.”

Part of Robby wants to argue - wants to tell you that he can’t just take you right here.

That he wishes he could have taken this slow, courted you properly, taken you in your own apartment, mated you in a place that’s home to you. That he’s devastated this is happening in this godforsaken hellhole of a hospital at all. That you deserve to be claimed in a nest - if not your own, at least let him find you a hospital bed.

But another, more primal part of him is absolutely thrilled - feral with desire - at the idea that you need him so bad that you want him to fuck you on this random desk.

Just as you’d done before, Robby gives in, following that ancient pull that calls for him to take, to claim - to own.

Faster than you can keep up, your world spins, and you’re suddenly bent over the desk, your feet on the ground, your chest on the tabletop. You feel Robby pulling your scrub pants and underwear down around your knees, the hospital air cold on your bare skin.

“So that’s how it is, hm?” Voice rough, Robby grunts, pulling at his own clothing next. “This is how you want to play this, ’mega? Fine. I can do that.”

Gripping himself with one hand, he uses the other to pin you down by the back of your neck before entering you in one swift stroke that knocks the air out of your lungs - the only sound a long drawn out moan sounding out from behind you.

There's no pain, no sharp stretch - your heat making your body pliable. The only sensation is an overwhelmingly feeling of fullness, along with a kind of primitive delight at being pinned down at his mercy. The relief it all provides is almost enough to make you cry.

Instead, you push your hips back against Robby’s, grinding against him as you whine. You need him to move - to wreck you.

Robby’s eyes snap down to you, and his hand tightens around the back of your neck, prompting you to halt your movements.

“Nuh-uh,” he grits out. “You want something, you fucking ask for it.” His hand travels from your hip upward, teasingly kneading the tight muscles of your back. “Come on, sweet thing, tell your alpha what you need.”

Two can play that game.

As best you can, you turn your head to look at Robby over your shoulder and beg:

"Need you Robby - Alpha, please. Take me. Fuck me."

"Mark me - 'm yours, want everyone else to see it too."

"Need your knot, feel so empty."

"Want you to knot me, wanna be full of you - give you all the pups you could ever want."

"Al-"

The hand at the back of your neck slides to your front and wraps around your throat, making you moan and effectively cutting you off mid ramble.

You get a brief glimpse of Robby - eyes blown and chest heaving - before he steers your head to face away from him and sets a brutal pace.

Your hip digs into the corner of the desk but you couldn't care less. Not when you feel like only now you can finally breathe again, the heat in your veins settling as the tip of Robbys cock kisses your cervix with every sharp thrust - you've never felt so whole before.

You know right here and now that no toy, let alone your own fingers, will ever again be enough for you during your future heats. But you’ll never need them again, a voice inside you pipes up - your alpha will be there for you.

A new, pressing need arises.

“Claim me,” your voice is frantic. “Robby, please. I’m yours, need you - need it. Bite me, make me yours.”

Robby growls behind you and, using his hand around your throat, pulls your upper body off the table until you’re nearly standing upright. He doesn’t slow his pace at all, and you’re left balancing on your toes, just taking all that he’s giving you.

“You already are,” Robby grits out. His lips trail kisses over the right side of your neck, grazing your mating gland.

“Always been mine, ’mega. We’ve just been too blind to fucking see it, huh? Could’ve had this so long ago, could’ve spent every one of your heats knotted on my cock.”

The tension inside you coils tighter and tighter, the combination of Robbys cock, his lips on your neck and his dark promises adding fuel to the fire.

"But I'm here now. I'm here now, sweet thing. 'M not gonna go anywhere. Your alpha is gonna take care of you now."

"Can feel you clench so tight around me, you're so close, huh? Such a good Omega. Perfect little cocksleeve for me. Gonna spend every second of my rut inside you - fill you up until you're leaking."

"You're going to look so good carrying our pups. All full and glowing - being such a good mate, making sure everyone knows you're mine."

The tension inside you snaps, pleasure spreading through your body in a cold, tingling rush of release.

You're sure nothing could ever feel better - until Robby gives a deep thrust, holding your hips pressed tightly to his as his knot locks the both of you together.

Then you feel his teeth sink in your mating gland and you're floating.

Jack slowly opens the door to the cardiology ward.

He is carefully balancing and trying to peek over the huge stack of blankets he’s carrying, acutely aware of the stench of heat, rut, and sex that was present even in the staircase.

Expecting to encounter the two of you in a patient room, Jack is startled by the deep, warning growl that sounds out to his right, suddenly faced with the sight of his best friend curled protectively over the back of one of their best residents and-

Oh.

You’re- oh. Well.

Seems as though Dana was not exaggerating.

“Jack, brother, I love you, but if you keep staring at my fucking omega like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

Jack can tell Robby means it - he certainly would in his position.

Averting his eyes, Jack drops the pile of blankets and slowly backs away.

“Not staring. Just here to drop off some nesting material. Dana thought you guys might need it - it’s not like you’re in any state to drive… or take a taxi, for that matter.”

Jack clears his throat at the embarrassed, feminine whine coming from beneath Robby and the latter’s second warning growl in response.

“Right.” Jack nods to himself. “Call down to the ED if you need something. Food, or water, or-”