#beta!jaskier

“Witcher?!” An older man called as he walked into the inn and sat down next to Jaskier, opting to have an exit from the intimidating man.  “I need to hire you,”  He tossed a bag onto the table between them.

“Hmm,”  Geralt grunted eying the small bag of coin.  “What is your problem?”

“Someone has cursed my youngest daughter,”  Jaskier stopped writing in his little book and looked at the man.  He was practically shaking as he spoke.  His hands were clenched together and his lips were pressed together as he stared hard at the table.

“Why?”  Geralt asked flatly.  The man looked up at him his upper lip trembling as he practically growled.

“I allowed her to reject her suitor, does it matter?  Who curses a girl?”  Tears pricked at the father’s eyes and he stood.  “My daughter lives with me and my wife at the edge of the city.  We’re sheep farmers.  Neither of us can live there with her like she is.  Please help her Witcher.  The songs say you can help the afflicted.”  He left the inn at that time.

“You’re gonna help her right?”  Jaskier asked looking over at Geralt.  The white-haired Witcher groaned lowly.

“Your beta senses are not helping you again, Bard.”  Geralt growled.  “That man had the scent of an omega female all over his clothes.”

“Maybe he was sleeping with his wife?”  Jaskier offered as he stood up to follow Geralt.

“He didn’t smell of sex.  And the omega was related to him.  I think his daughter is an omega,”  He said offering some coins to the stable boy.  “Don’t touch my horse,”  He pointed at Roach.

“So you are gonna go check it out,”  Jaskier concludes as he follows behind Geralt.  “Wait, this isn’t where her father lives?”  Jaskier said when they reached the butcher’s home.  “What are we doing here?”

“Her father said he rejected a suitor for her.  He smelt of raw animal and alpha.  There is only one person that fits that description that lives in this town.”

“An alpha?”  Jaskier asked stopping short.  “Are you going to be okay in the same building as him?”

“Yes, Bard.  Alpha’s don’t have issues with each other unless there are other problems,”  Geralt confirmed.

“Right, are there are never other issues,”  The sarcasm dripped from the bard lips as he swung his lute onto his back and the pair walked into the empty butcher’s shop.

“Get out, Witcher,”  A grumpy tall man spoke from behind the counter.

“I just want to know the curse you put on the sheep farmers youngest daughter,”  Geralt asked without much hope.

“Why would I curse a woman I want as my mate?”  the alpha asked in a bored tone.

“Cause her father rejected you?”  Jaskier tossed out nonchalantly.

“I’ll whittle him down,”  The butcher said.  “She’s the only omega in town.  I’m the only constant Alpha.”  The butcher eyed Geralt in an annoyed fashion.  “Now leave.”

“Hmm,”  Geralt groaned before the pair of them left the shop and headed to the farm house.

“You know, if she really is a defenseless, omega,”  Jaskier said as they got to the house.  “Maybe you shouldn’t go in.”  Geralt’s thick arm came into contact with Jaskier’s chest.  It wasn’t hard enough to toss him backward but it was enough to stop the beta.

“You shouldn’t go inside,”  Geralt said firmly.  “I think she might be feral.”  Jaskier took a step back.

“What are you going to do?”  The bard asked.

“What I have to.  I need to try and help her.”  Geralt said, his voice strained.

“I’ll see what I can do,”  Jaskier said giving the Witcher an unnoticed look.