Years ago, when Tom was still at Hogwarts, he had an Omega boyfriend. Only, Harry didnāt agree with Tomās ambitions to rend and rebuild the wizarding world. Harry gave him an ultimatum, but Tom chose his plans over Harry.
A decade later, Tom has achieved his goals, and goes searching for Harry, partly so he can say, āI told you soā, but mostly because Harry was the only Omega, the only person, Tom had ever cared about other than himself.
Only, when he finds Harry, Harry has lost most of his magic, all of his scent, and no longer goes through the heats Tom had only had a handful of opportunities to enjoy. The only reason for this to have happened is if Harry found his soulmate and lost them.
This leaves Tom both devastated and furious. While he knew in theory Harry might find someone in his absence, it was another thing to have it confirmed. And whomever it was cost Tom the Omega he loved wanted.
Never does he consider that he was the Alpha Harry lost, that he hadnāt recognised Harry as his Soulmate like Harry had recognised him, because heād split his soul before his secondary gender had presented.
Is it too late for Tom to repair his soul and win Harry back?
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šŗA/N: itās Christmas time and weāre all in misery.
When alphas are young, theyāre told of the great things they are capable of. Things they can do and the life that theyāll have. Omegas were something to take, not to ask for, and dominance is a given, a strong and assertive aura was something they could grow into and use as they pleased.Ā
Of course, growing up in a house with mostly just boys, growing up was a constant battle over everything. And though I was the oldest, and admittably the stongest, I was always the target of my younger brothers.Ā āWho can take on the big macho eldest Holland brother?ā
Needless to say, I had never had anything handed to me, and that in turn made me every protective over what was mine.Ā
So when sheĀ came into my life, I swore that I would never let her slip away.Ā
God, [y/n]. She was my everything. My heart. My wish upon a star. My muse. And although it was me who found her, it always felt as if she had found me first.Ā
She was beautiful, smart, cunning, understanding. Even if it was seen as taboo in our certain comminuity to treat an omega as an equal by an alpha, how could I not?Ā
Omegas were a gift. SheĀ was a gift. Every moment of every day I was sure to let her know. And when she moved in, it was all the more easy to tell her. And a flat that was once dirty and unkept turned into some place where there was space, and a coziness to it. Nothing like a womanās touch.Ā
Her touch. It was nothing like I had ever felt before. And even in the past with other omegas I was with but never claimed, I had never felt what she gave me. Her fingertips were filled with a gently electricity, her attention never faulting to make me feel as if I were the only one in all of London besides her.Ā
Just like now.
Friday movie nights were a common ritual, becoming more frequent since [y/n] called my home herās. Right now we were watchingĀ āThe Corpse Brideā, but while she was wrapped up in a colorful world of corspesā and morbid marital issues, I was wrapped up in something else.Ā
She was buried in my arms, her right cheek against my chest as she starred almost in complete focus at the screen as if it were the best thing she had ever watched. Her warmth radiated off her body, like my own personal heater, and I swore that I could never feel more content then I did at that moment.Ā
What I wonderful girl I have. My best girl. My perfect girl.Ā
Line after line of one gushing compliment after the other filled my mind. But suddenly, my thoughts stopped dead. I felt it start in my chest. It was heat. Pure, unfiltered heat, speading like an egg on a frying pan from my chest as it progressed to every other part of my body it could reach.Ā
The heat turned scorching as my thoughts filled with a single word,Ā āMate, mate, mate, mateā.Ā
And the fact that she was wrapped so tightly around me only made me all the more aggitated. I needed to be inside her. I needed to bury my cock in her cunt now.
Without warning, I picked her up and positioned her on my lap, her beautiful thighs straddling mine.
With no words spoken, I leaned in and scented her, her scent glands releasing the most delectable smells due to her arousal. She always smelled like birthday cake and vanilla, a scent that I never wanted to fade from my life.
I scooped her up, and to this she made a small yelp, quickly catching onĀ to my certain dilemma, knowing that she was the only who could soothe the ache that rested in my pants. I held her bridal style, strictly for the reason of keeping her face where I could see it.
Ruts were a change of pace compared to an omegaās heat. And yet, both of them contained the same motive. Lust, pleasure, mate.
And although from the outside looking in, it would seem sudden to scoop her up like this. But she was used to it, as was I when she would enter her heat. She was perfect.
āSomebodyās eager,ā she teased, leaning over and burying her face in my neck, licking and nipping at the skin, a low growl being heard from my chest.
I laid her down on the bed, undressing her and myself with little to no words spoken, taking a minute to take her in. Her lips, her eyes, her scent, her breasts.
As soon as the thought of her breasts hit me, I couldnāt help but have a taste, grabbing harshly onto one, my mouth latching onto the other.
Mewls and whimpers dripped from her mouth like honey, her eyes hooked on mine, the sight angelic as I watched her mouth hang open as I looked up.
āMine,ā I growled against her skin, before picking her up and flipping her over, positioning her to present herself.
Her cunt glistened as she gave a teasing wiggle, knowing how crazy it made me. And every part of her was mine. All mine.
āIām not going to go easy on you, darling, are you alright with that?ā My voice was tender, dispite my lust-driven state.
āUse me, Tom. Give me your knot, please,ā she begged.
āGod, princess, you beg so pretty,ā I grumbled, before shoving myself into her cunt, her walls squeezing me like a vice.
āAlpha!ā was all she could cry out, not giving her much time to adjust. But that was the last thing on my mind.
My cock pistoned in and out of her rapidly, the speed even surprising me when I looked back on it. The way I acted was almost savage, grabbing her hair and making her back it my front, my pace never faultering as I shoved my face in her neck, her scent glands now swollen and perfect for me, her angelic scent now clouding the room along with the smell of sex.
āMy perfect princess, my fucking omega, so fucking snug for me, no matter how many times you take me,ā
The filter between my brain and my mouth disappeared, leaving only an honest fountain of words to spill from my mouth.
Her small hand reached up and grabbed at my hair, her other hand on my thigh, using it as an anchor, thriving on the feelings of ecstasy that only I could give her.
My tongue then stuck out, drifting over the scar of my mark, the thought of that fateful night spurring my hips to go harder, and my grip on her hair to tighten.
āA-Alpha, māgonna cu-um!ā She whimpered out.
āNo,ā I hissed, almost too quickly, āyouāre gonna wait. Youāre gonna wait your fucking turn, youāre gonna make your Alpha cum first.ā
Almost automatically, she clenched, making me groan against her soft skin, and I was close. So fucking close.
A gasp left my mouth as I finally bottomed out, my tip surely against her cervix, cumming with a string of curses.
āCum for me,ā I grunted, riding out my high.
She finally let go, falling off the precipice of pleasure, tightening around me as her body shook, everything tensing as she gripped onto me, her nails more than likely leaving marks.
I pulled out and flipped her over, my eyes going directly to her wrecked pussy, watching as my seed seeped out of her and onto the sheets. It was almost enough to make me rock hard again.
āI hope youāre not too tired,ā I smirked, ābecause Iām not even close to being done with you,ā
She whimpered a small yes before spreading her legs farther.
Of course not every alpha will have all of these, but I see Tom in most of these qualities.
1. The alpha male is persistent. Thereās no quit in this man. Heās the tortoise not the hare. Heās the last man standing.
Ā 2. The alpha male can defend himself and his family. He can handle himself with his fists, to put it another way.
Ā 3. The alpha male is in peak physical shape. Heās strong and athletic as well as aesthetically pleasing to the opposite sex.
Ā 4. The alpha male is courageous. He doesnāt lack fear, rather, he accepts that it exists and faces it at every opportunity.
Ā 5. The alpha male can entertain. He has a sense of humor and can have a group of people hanging on his every word ā heās a good story teller.
6. The alpha male has stories to tell. Heās lived ā and is living ā a unique life. Heās made mistakes, but heās able to find humor in them. Heās had adventures that everyone wants to hear about.
Ā 7. The alpha male can laugh at himself. This is an over-looked characteristic of an alpha male, but a necessary one. You canāt make fun of the alpha male because heāll join in, no one can make fun of him better than he can.
Ā 8. The alpha male is humble. Some of this comes from his ability to laugh at himself. No matter what he accomplishes, his head will never balloon, and if it does, he has the ware-with-all to come back down to earth before it gets out of hand.
Ā 9. The alpha male is learned, educated. A degree isnāt a prerequisite, but a thirst for knowledge is. He wants to learn, and he does. This helps him relate to people from every social and economic standing. He can converse intelligently with the business man and the preacher. The history buff and the sports nut.
Ā 10. The alpha male is a manās man. Heās a hard guy not to like or want to have a beer with. Heās tough, often quiet, composed, but can joke and shoot the shit with anyone.
Ā 11. The alpha male knows the value of every word, he doesnāt talk simply to hear the sound of his own voice. His words are chosen carefully. He respects their power. Whether heās writing or speaking, he doesnāt speak to be hear, he speaks when he has something of value to say. Heās never the loudest one in the room.
Ā 12. The alpha male has a purpose. This may be his most defining trait. Where many wander through life trying to find their Self, the alpha male is too busy creating his Self. Every day he does something to bring himself closer to his goal. He isnāt a wanderer, heās going places; itās so obvious that everyone around him can see it.
Ā 13. The alpha male is a hard worker. He knows that nothing great is accomplished without hard work and a definite purpose.
Ā 14. The alpha male is a warrior not a worrier. He understands that certain things arenāt under his control. He does everything he can to control what he can, but doesnāt worry about what he canāt. Heās not worried about tomorrow, heās too busy working for today.
Ā 15. The alpha male doesnāt pick a fight, but he ends it if heās in one. He isnāt a bully. He isnāt an emotional wreck that looks for a fight at every corner. But, if the logical thing to do is to fight because the situation calls for it, he will. Heāll also never hit a man when heās down. He isnāt fighting to destroy, but to defend.
Ā 16. The alpha male has style. He takes pride in how he looks and people respect him for that. He also knows how to dress like a man. Youād never call the alpha male a metrosexual.
Ā 17. The alpha male knows who he is, his values govern his life. He doesnāt stray from these values, in fact he stands up for them. Even when he stands alone in what he believes is right, he digs his heels in and fights.
Ā 18. The alpha male knows how to treat a lady. He respects women, often because heās had some great oneās in his life. Heās chivalrous.Ā He helps his lady at every chance. He helps her reach her dreams, all-the-while moving closer to attaining his own.
Ā 19. The alpha male isnāt a sucker. He isnāt a clinger. He doesnāt go out of his way to please everyone because thatās a futile endeavor. He wonāt let a woman run his life. Heās his own man. Though he worships the ground his lady walks on, he knows how to pick āem. He wonāt be with a control-freak or a jealous woman. He has the social intelligence to see that storm before it peeks itās nasty little head.
Ā 20. The alpha male is a man of value. āTry not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.ā Einstein knew that success is reached if youāre valuable to others. The alpha male is a man of value and values. He makes the lives of others better by being a part of them.
Ā 21. The alpha male helps others, heās generous. He has his purpose, but he knows that life isnāt merely about accomplishments, but about leaving a legacy. That legacy is how he made others feel, and how he helps others accomplish their dreams.
Ā 22. The alpha male is a leader who leads by example. He doesnāt tell people how to live, but lives in the manner he sees as best to live.
Ā 23. Alpha males throughout history, Achilles, William Wallace, and Napoleon, saw opportunity where others saw failure. The alpha male will fail, but he wonāt see failure as the end. Heās sees it as a necessary part of the experience, a stepping-stone. Knowing this allows him to try things others wonāt, and to work harder when others usually quit.
Ā 24. The alpha male is stubborn. When he starts something heās passionate about, no one can stop him or pull back on the reigns. Heās in it until the end. Heās also open-minded and willing to listen to other points of view. He knows heās flawed and stubborn, so he gives way and learns from people who are better than him.
Ā 25. The alpha male doesnāt try to be an alpha male. Thatās where so many fail. He is interested in life, in living. Heās fascinated by the world around him, in becoming the best man he can possibly become. He genuinely cares about people. He passionately works hard. Heās excited by life, by the opportunity that each day presents. Heās genuine in every facet of who he is. Each of the characteristics are possessed by him naturally, or will be as he grows as a man. Bred from curiosity, a genuine kindness, and a warriorās heart, he is who he is, and all others follow him wherever he will lead them.
Shots were fired, and there must be answers. Many of my comrades have fallen as he gleefully tweeted at leisure from his computer. This shall not stand.
I wrote this on my phone. Damn him.
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This is a battle of mental endurance, surely, but a physical one as well.
A game that you are almost ready to admit that you are losing on both fronts.
The casual glances that are too lingering to be of comfort, the lightest brush of his coarse hands from rehearsing upon your skin as if in carelessness-one could make the argument that those are involuntary muscle movements, but you know too well.
These are all calculated. This is one man who leaves nothing to chances, and for your every move he is three steps ahead, looking back at you ever so gentlemanly, waiting for you to catch up.
But no, he doesnāt wait-he merely stops for you to fall back and get entangled in the web that he crafts for you. (Differently each time.)
But you are not going to surrender just yet-why should you suffer so from his antics and pent-up frustrations?
So you straighten up, lean back into your chair, and cross your legs-at the precise moment when he looks up at you in the middle of his push-ups, drops of sweat running down his chiseled face. (You silently grimace at the fact that even his sweating raises your body temperature.)
Two can play, and you will only admit defeat when the last piece has been checkmated.
And then you smirk-you know he fancies the way that you ever so slightly turn the corners of your mouth upwards, as if in the know of something no other soul in the whole universe has knowledge of, oh-so disdained and above-it allā¦
You know he also hates it when you do that. (This man, ugh.) His embrace is gentle but absolute-he must know your every secret every desire everything laid bare. He offers you the world for it, but you have your own-youāve told him so many times.
Your little display does not escape his notice, and you see something gleaming in his eyes as he resumes his rehearsal training-it is not over.
