#alphasteve

Part 1

Part 2

A rowdy bar in the city on a Friday night wasn’t typically my scene, but I’d been practically dragged out by my friend and had no option. I was sat at the bar, beer bottle in hand as I looked out onto the dance floor. My friend, a fellow omega, was dancing right in the middle on the dance floor swaying her hips in an attempt to grab the attention of the many alphas around. I see her eye up a guy with long dark hair and begin dancing towards him. 

“is that your friend?” I hear someone say behind me, I turn to see a large blond-haired man smiling down at me. 

“the girl, yeah it is” I say chuckling slightly “is that your friend she’s dancing with?” I ask him nodding over to the pair of them. 

“yeah, it is” he smirks running his hand through his hair. I look up at him trying to figure him out, he was clearly an alpha but not like any alpha I’ve ever seen before. He didn’t seem arrogant or cocky, there was an air of uncertainty around him. 

“I’m (Y/N)” I say holding out my hand for him to shake.

He seems taken aback slightly by my forwardness for a moment but quickly recovers “steve” he smiles shaking my hand.

“I have to say you’re not like a typical alpha” I tell him taking a sip of my drink, he laughs at my comment.

“should I be offended at that?” he asks flagging down the bar tender and ordering a beer for himself. 

I shake my head “no not at all, in a good way, like you actually seem interested and not looking for something easy, and you’re definitely not cocky” I tell him noticing the slight hint of red appearing on his ears.

“you’re not like a typical omega either” he smirks taking a sip of his beer.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly “been on the run the last year, that sort of thing makes you a bit older” I tell him the alcohol running through my veins making my lips loose.

 He furrows his brows in concern “on the run? What happened to your pack?” he asks sitting up slightly, I bite my lips slightly realising what I’d done “hey its okay, I don’t mean to pry, I’m just concerned that all” he says putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 

 instantly feel more at ease and calm “my pack wasn’t a good one, my dad was incredibly controlling, especially after my mother was killed by hunters” I tell him looking over at my drink, picking the label off “my dad decided the pack needed strengthening so he wanted to join pack with the Rumlow pack, the price for joining packs was me. My dad promised me to Brock, the leader of the pack but there was no way I could be his mate so I ran” I finish still not able to meet his eyes.

 I feel his hand take mine, I look over to see him looking at me sympathetically “hey look its okay, I hate the Rumlow pack too, and if you ever need somewhere to hide, or help, you can ask me” he tell me. I smile back at him thankful that he understood, but my smile faltered when I caught a whiff of a bad scent. 

“what wrong?” steve asks squeezing my hand slightly and looking over at me concerned.

 “they’re here, brock and his pack” I say my eyes darting round the room trying to spot them or look for an escape, “does that offer still stand?” I ask turning back to look at steve. 

He nods his head “of course, what do you want?” he says glancing round the room.

“be my mate” I tell him. 

He looks back at me shocked “wait… what…” he mutters confused.

“not for real just pretend for now” I ask him desperately looking up at him begging. 

His face softens for a moment “of course” he says pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

“thought I’d find you here” I hear brock growl behind me, I try and stop myself from shaking with fear as I turn around to face him.

“I’m not yours brock, leave me alone” I state trying to muster as much force into my words as possible. 

“yes you are, your dad promised you to me” brock growls grabbing my arms and pulling me towards him. 

“she said to leave her alone” I hear steve growl behind me, I glance behind and see him stood right behind me glaring down at brock, arms crossed tightly across his body. 

Brock sneers up at steve “rogers, this is none of your business, go back to your stupid little pack” brock scoffed trying to pull me to him again. 

Steve wraps an arm around my waist gently pulling me back towards him “it’s my business when you threaten my mate” steve threatens. 

Brock narrows his eyes at us “I don’t believe you” he states “I know where you live rogers, trust me I’ll be keeping tabs waiting for the right opportunity to take back what mine” he warns finally dropping his grip on my arm and stalking out of the bar. 

Once I knew he was gone, every emotion I was trying to hold back crashed down upon me and I broke down in tears. “hey its okay, he’s gone I’m not gonna let him hurt you, you’re safe with me I promise” steve says soothingly as he pulls me into a tight hug.

 “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have pulled you into this mess” I sniffle rubbing away my tears looking up at him.

 “its okay, you better come back to mine, we can get your stuff in the morning” he says rubbing my arms soothingly, I nod my head trying to gather myself 

“thank you steve” I sigh taking his hand and following him out of the bar. 

The next morning I was sat on the edge of steve’s bed going over the events from the previous night, specifically the threats brock made. 

“how did you sleep?” steve asks appearing in the doorway. 

“good thanks, should be asking you that since you slept on the couch” I chuckle slightly looking over at him. 

I had to bite my lips slightly as I took him in, all he had on were light grey joggers and a tank top a couple sizes too small. I thought he was attractive in the bar with the low lighting and poor visibility, but in full daylight word could not do him justice. His bright blue eyes twinkled over at me as he smiled with a crooked smirk. 

“my friend nat has given you some clothes to wear while we go get your stuff” steve says putting some clothes down on the bed beside me.

 I shake my head slightly “its okay don’t worry, I’ve caused you enough trouble already. I’m fine I’ll just go stay at a friends house then move, it was stupid of me to think I could stay near the city” I say standing up and heading towards the door. 

Steve puts an arm up to block my path and I flinch backwards at the gesture, he furrows his brows slightly in confusion.

“oh gosh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say you can’t leave, I just don’t think that’s a good idea brock is really bad news and I know I can keep you safe here and you shouldn’t have to live your life on the run” steve apologies lowering his arm and taking a step back slightly.

 I sigh to myself turning and walking over to the window and looking out to steve’s ‘compound’, him and his pack lived out in upstate New York in small cabins with a nice lake in the middle. It was beautiful here, and this is the type of place I could live the rest of my life in, a small patch of the world all to myself. 

“I don’t know, brock knows I’ll be here, he’ll just come back with reinforcements he’ll work out that we aren’t mates, we were lucky in the club with everyone else’s scents” I rambled beginning to pace back and forth, nervously fidgeting with my hands. 

Steve moves to stand in front of me “(Y/N) calm down it’ll be fine, me and my pack know how to deal with brock we’ve had run ins with him before and we’ll sort the scent issue out, you can wear more of my tops of something” he tells me reassuringly. 

I chuckle slightly “how will you get my scent on you” I ask him smirking slightly, he laughs at my question hand on his chest, his laugh instantly making me smile. 

“well I could try and fit into some of your clothes, I do like the colour blue” he says gently touching the dress I was wearing last night. 

My brain starts to turn as I think of possibilities, normally scent wouldn’t been an issue because it would be a natural part of bonding. I furrow my brows at the thought the just popped into my head. 

“what you don’t think it would suit me” steve laughs. 

I shake my head slightly “why don’t we bond?” I ask him. 

His jaw drops slightly at the question “wha- wha- huh?” he stutters confused. 

“like not the full thing, like just the bonding bit at the end” I explain trying not to go red in the face.

Steve rubs the back of his neck nervously “i- uh- I mean are you sure?” he mutters. 

I nod my head slightly “yeah, I just think it’ll throw brock off the trail, if he can sense we’re actually bonded he might just leave me alone” I tell him “look if you’re not comfy with it, its fine” I say turning away. 

He gently takes my hand and pulls me back “no its okay, if it keeps you safe, I just never done it before” he admits looking down embarrassed. 

I squeeze his hand “its okay neither have I” I tell him “plus you’re pretty cute, I’d like to get you know you better” I admit. 

Steve smiles down at me, pushing a strand of hair out of my face “I think you’re pretty cute too” he says making me blush. 

He leans down and press a gently kiss on my cheek, “are you sure?” he asks, I nod my head as he kissed the base of my neck by my shoulder. I could feel the bonding spot tingling, before I feel his teeth sink into my bond mark. I gasp at the sudden sting of pain followed by a warm tingling feeling.

“you okay?” steve asks, I took a couple of deep breaths as I feel my senses heighten and become more in tune with steve’s emotions. Steve pulls away and pressed a gently kiss to my bond mark before kissing me softly on the lips