#cant

You know you need to get an Omega to help with Alphas rut. You can barely take a knot, much less go on for days until he's finally satiated. You know what you need to do.

But yet, you cry.

You're jealous. You can't help it.

You have his mark. You have the story of how he picked you out of everyone. You have his pack. Their scents cover yours, easing into your own like each ingredient added to a angel food cake. Like a sheppards pie during the wet, cold winter. Just as a pack is supposed to be.

The thought of another, an outsider, someone who can actually be what Alphas want and need, eats you alive.

Poor Beta. Never good enough. Not even for the pack that dragged you in and claimed you for their own.

And Simon? Simon has no idea that you're freaking out in the bathroom right now, crying and snotting and pinching yourself in hopes that you're dreaming. No, Simon's making his den. Grabbing everyone's clothes, yours included, making sure everything is layered precisely the way he needs. Gruffing as he sniffs your panties, tasting you and him combined and putting it right by his head.

Johnny is laying on the couch, smiling as Simon's scent lavishes the home. Kyle is already chubbed up and can't wait to join, thinking about making the sweet little Beta soak his face before Simon gets ahold of you.

John is the only one who wonders where you are. The only one strong enough to fight against Simon's scent and the silent demand for him to get himself ready for the rutting Alpha.

John finds you eventually. You've cried yourself out and your finger is hovering over an Omegas contact. You know you should call. Should ask. Should orchestrate it all. But, you can't.

Bad Beta. Jealous Beta.

Terrible packmate.

"You doin' okay, luv?" John asks through the door, rapping on it with a heavy knuckle. You wash your face and open the door with a smile, drinking in Simon's heady scent and the way it erupts goosebumps on your skin.

Your Alpha. Your Pack. Nobody else.

"Yes! Yes, of course. Just waiting." You try to shut the door, but John's foot gets in the way. His eyebrow is raised and you can tell he doesn't believe you.

"He's about ready now. We should get ready too." Your lip wobbles and you hate it. You aren't ready. You just aren't ready.

John forces the door open and cuddles you quickly, seeing your walls break and the tears in your eyes drip down your cheeks. You poor thing. You must be so scared.

"Shh, Beta. It's o'right. He won't hurt you. Won't mate you if you don't wan'. Just tell him, okay? He'll know. He understands. He'll just wan' to cuddle you, sniff you, maybe kiss. The guys and I 'ave it handled." It takes a minute before you're pulling your head back, eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

"Dont...shouldn't I get an Omega for Simon? To help his rut?"

John barks out a laugh, holding you tighter before steering you out to the living room.

Kyle sees you first, cooing at you. Your face heats and you try to look away.

You still aren't used to Kyle shirtless. The ink on his skin—'prior lives', he's told you once before kissing you like you've hung the moon and stars—and the muscles he has. He's bulked up recently, Alphas' way of protecting their injured packmate, and the muscle on him is absolutely deadly.

He's been driving you more crazy than you want to admit.

You've been thinking about taking his knot too. How he would feel. How Simon would react. Would he be jealous? Or would you encourage you both to continue, bond in the way only a true pack can?

"First time with a rutting Alpha, lovely?" His hands grab your cheeks and gives you the softest kiss on your nose.

You burn.

"Our Simon isn't bad, lass. He'll take good care of you. Of all of us." Johnny confirms from the couch, his smile bright and eyes deadly.

"Pup here thinks Simon wants an Omega." John says, pushing you into Kyle's arms as he takes his own shirt off and starts unbuckling his pants. Both Alphas laugh.

"Oh, love, no, no, no, no, no. He'd freak out. It'd be horrible. He's not like that. We're not like that, yeah?" Kyle tries to explain, but you still don't understand.

You let him undress you anyways.

"But all rutting Alphas need an Omega. I know that." You're so sweet, Beta. Thinking you know what Alphas want, especially this special case of Alphas you have in your palm. Kyle kisses your skin as more of it is exposed. Your chest. Your breasts. Each wrist. Your scent glands.

Kyle can't help it. He pulls your pants down and slides his fingers over your flesh. He feels your goosebumps. He feels your slick starting to build.

Even a Beta is affected by rutting Alphas. Especially their own.

You gasp, but you let him. You can't focus on Johnny pulling himself out and his heavy breathing as he watches his packmates play.

John knows its time. But he still can't help himself but watch as Kyle gets you all the way naked.

You're so beautiful, Beta. Miserable, upset, longing, and still trying to help your Alpha out.

It's why you were chosen, sweet thing. Look at everything you do. How could they want anyone else?

"Mm, I know. Let's go ask Simon. Let's see what he wants, okay?" Kyle licks your cheek, tasting the salt from your tears, the sweat on your skin and feels himself instantly hard for you.

One rutting Alpha....two rutting Alphas....

"But-but-" You try to stammer out but the four of you are making your way into Simon's den.

You know if you don't make the call now, you'll never make it. Even if he begs. Even if he pleads.

You can't. It's wrong. Jealous Beta.

He's growling. It's low. It's deep. Its vibrating your chest and clit and you feel yourself being pulled in.

The door opens.

Everyone moans, yourself included.

He smells of rich earth. Of salvation. Temptation and honeysuckle.

You're salivating. You're slicking. The pack around you has heavy knots already.

You have to make that call.

"Beta thinks you want an Omega, Alpha." Kyle calls out, pushing you forward as an offering. A gift.

A sound is ripped from his chest. Vicious. Monstrous.

Intoxicating.

"Here, Beta. Now." He demands and you crawl. Your neck is exposed. Thighs are wet. Tears are coming back. You don't know why (why else would they be?).

"Wan' you, Beta. Wan' them too. Wan' you and them. Yeah?" Hard for him to speak, but you would for you.

Anything for you, Beta. You'll find out.

You nodded, eyes glazing over as his scent fully encapsulates you and the rest of the pack too.

Door is shut as the others enter. Chuffs fill your chest. Soft growls are sung back. Temperature is rising and Simon shows you how he doesn't need an Omega. Doesn't want one either.

He's got three willing holes to accept his seed and knot. Four that now includes you.

And maybe, if you and Kyle wanted to try something....well...