Don't leave..... (BL)

BRIAN'S POV:

Omegas. The lowest of the low. Detestable, weak and idiotic. Their existence has always been a stain in the werewolves hierarchy. Deserving of every ill treatment.However, over the time, they slowly became deserving of respect.

Why? Why did those nuisance gradually become important? They are the best candidate for carrying pups and during heat, they release a sweet scent that drives werewolves, especially unmated alphas crazy. Now every Alpha leader prays for their fated mate to be an omega.

Sadly, all these are perks enjoyed by female omega.

Male omega are a different story altogether. We are literally an abomination. Used and discarded. Oh and guess the brutal truth.....we are always r*p*d and yet, the culprits are never punished and we are left to be stigmatized.

I know this was a dream. A dream I didn't want to wake up from, to face the harsh reality of my life.

I groaned on my bed, sweat dripping from my forehead, as I tightened my hands into fist, resisting the urge to do it. I could feel the slick flowing out from my bottom staining the bed.

And like every omega who is a slave to their body, I did it. I slowly wet my index finger with my saliva before bringing it down to my bottom. At the first breach, I let out a low moan, sparks of pleasure filling me immediately. I went deeper, trying to find that pleasurable point, and like every other time this has happened to me, I couldn't reach it.

One finger turned to two and three fingers. It wasn't long before I was riding my fingers vigorously. Tears fell down from my eyes and my mouth opened as gasps of pleasure flew from it.

And he was there watching me. He was holding me, doing all sorts of dirty things I had imagined and more. Whispering in my ears, proclaiming his love. His blue gaze filled with longing and desires only on me and no one else.

Then I pictured his large rough hands creeping to my length, slowly running his hands up and down, telling me to let go.

Let go of everything. The pains, the rejection, the self hatred and especially the mask.

And I let go.

My head falls back to the pillow, eyes rolling back before fluttering close. My back arched as pulses of c*m shot out.

I'm out of sorts for a minute, sinking back into the bed, feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect.

But gradually, the fog of lust driven trance lifted, and I woke up, shame slamming into me like a ton of bricks.

I quickly rose up from the bed, dashing to the bathroom as the urge to throw up washed over me. I leaned over the sink, eyes tightly shut, trying to block my Father's word.

"You are a disgrace. A stain In my bloodline."

My hands trembled as I grabbed the pills, gulping down five at once.

I remembered when Father gave me the pills. I was just ten when he handed me these suppressant pills. It suppresses my omega nature, stopping my body from getting curved and releasing scent.

Sadly, it failed to stop my heat, and Father hated it.

No one knew what I suffered, the living hell I passed through. Not that any cared. Up front, I act dominant, aggressive, defiant and almost as powerful as the Alpha.

"Brian. Alpha Alex needs to speak to you." I flinched at the sudden voice in the mind link. My face burned, a flush rose to my cheeks as I recalled what just happened.

"Sure."

I did a quick tidy up, dousing myself in the fresh scent of body shampoo to wash away any signs of 'omeganess.'

I headed to Alex's office, wondering if anything was wrong. Has the rogue attacks increased? Maybe pack rivals?

Pushing the thoughts away, I knocked and let myself in when his raspy voice permitted me to.

Alex.....Alpha Alex looked up from the paperwork in his hands, sparing me a narrowed glance as he met my gaze before looking back at his work. His faint crease in-between his eyebrows deepened and his sharp jawline tightened as if whatever he was reading was unimpressive.

"You called me Alpha?"

"The mating ceremony ball is tomorrow." He stated, his attention still focused on whatever he was reading.

"I don't want to attend." His eyes shot up to mine, his eyes flashing with surprise at my whining tone. "I would like to skip this year's mating ball ceremony." I corrected myself.

I could imagine where his thoughts were. This wasn't the first time I had skipped this. And also the mating season comes once in two years. No one dares to miss it.

I have given up on the thought of having a mate. And even if I had one, I would reject her. I don't want her to bear the shame of being mated to a male omega.

His voice rose. "It was not a request, Brian. You're 24. And if by any chance you didn't find your mate here in this pack, I'll give you freedom to search outside the pack."

The air thickened with tension as we locked eyes. My wolf whimpered and cowered at Alex's domineering aura, but I refused to back down.

The door swung open, interrupting our staring contest. The familiar scent wafted in before Kyle's voice followed, warm and affectionate, "Hey, Alex."

As Kyle approached, Alex's gaze softened into that of sweet admiration and love. Kyle's lip brushed against Alex's gently and sweetly in a passionate kiss.

The jealousy flared within me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I forced a calm tone, trying to mask my emotions. "I'll get going, Alpha Alex."

Though he didn't meet my gaze, I could sense his intense scrutiny as he said, leaving no room for an argument. "You will attend the mating ceremony or face punishment. You're dismissed." The words were directed at me, but his attention shifted to Kyle, his tone softening. "How are you doing, my love?"

I didn't wait to hear Kyle's response. Turning on my heel, I exited the room. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My throat clogging as Father's words echoed in my mind

"Omegas are weak. And no son of mine will be weak."

BRIAN'S POV:

Trigger warning: Self harm.

Running has always been one of my coping mechanisms among others. The idea of everything falling silent, my thoughts, those little voices whispering how I failed my parents. Just me, the rhythm beating of my feet against the ground, and the whooshing sound of breeze surrounding me like a shield.

However it wasn't so today. No matter how I ran, my heart beating and screaming tiredly, I could see the past flashing before my eyes. Where everything began falling apart.

Mum's frail body, her sunken eyes and pale body. She laid on the bed, her eyes fixed on mine."Brian. My baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Mum was never ashamed of you, my beautiful omega." Her words were barely audible but I heard it.

Mum has been sick ever since she gave birth to me. I caused this. I was not even important, an abomination and yet I drained the life of my Mum while I lived.