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Carl wasn’t afraid of this Alpha. Yes he had exhibited his power in a sickeningly frightening way by killing two of his pack’s members, but he just couldn’t feel afraid. Sorrow wanted to surface, but he kept biting it down in favor of fueling the rage. Maybe it was part of the new instincts he was feeling as a new Alpha. He wasn’t sure. Either way, this was not a good way to start when it came to feeling such instincts for the first time.
He looked at his dad as Negan apologized for having to kill Glenn. He’d never seen his dad look so white. The eyes were wide with shock, and he was shaking. Carl imagined his Omega instincts were urging him to stay submitted to this Alpha as he stayed on his knees. He may be the leader of this pack, but he was still an Omega underneath.
Now Carl had never had a problem with an Omega leading the charge. As long as the Omega was up to the hardships of leaderships, he was all for it. But as of right now, Carl didn’t see the leader in his dad. He was falling apart, and he was terrified of what Negan might do to him. He caught the glint in his eyes whenever he looked over at his dad. He even gave little growls of want that was just putting Carl closer to the edge. And being that his dad was unclaimed, it made it all the more worrying.
Carl bit back the growls that threatened to rumble from his throat as he leaned over his dad who had just quietly threatened to kill him. He watched Negan’s greedy eyes brighten, as if the threat was a turn on. Carl thought that maybe if his dad had been an Alpha, the threat would’ve carried more weight. Maybe his dad wouldn’t have felt as terrified.
He curled his fingers into his lap, hating the helplessness he was feeling. Hating how this bastard was making his dad feel; hating how he was looking at him like he was prey. It was made worse when Negan dared to reach out and brush his gloved fingers through his hair. He gripped and pulled, making his dad yelp. Carl nearly sprung up right there and then, ready to yell at him to leave his dad alone.
“Careful pup,” the Alpha that had the gun to his back warned.
It was painful to comply; to do nothing. He was an Alpha damn it, not a pup.
And then Negan had grabbed his dad by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to the center. After his dad pulled himself onto his hands and knees, Negan started delivering a volley of punches. Some members shouted out, but the Saviors warned them to stay still. Carl felt himself shaking now. He just wanted to tear over there and rip into that damn Alpha. How dare he do that to his dad! He had no right! He was their leader. He was his dad!
Negan only stopped when he was on the ground, barely holding onto consciousness. Afterwards he grabbed him by the collar again, and just as before, Carl noticed the glint in his eyes.
“Be right back,” he announced as he started dragging him toward the RV. “Gotta make sure your leader, or should I say ex-leader, knows his place.”
Carl jolted.
When Negan first appeared to them, he had made comments that were obvious about his feelings on an Omega leading a pack. He’d made it quite clear that the only job they had was taking an Alpha’s dick up their asses with their heads down and on their hands and knees. It was why his dad had gotten beaten just then. It was offensive for Omegas to have that kind of power, and Negan was going to make sure every inch of it was taken away.
Carl could feel what Negan was going to do after he bodily threw him into the RV, then turned and faced the crowd with a huge grin.
“The problem with Rick is that he doesn’t seem to realize he’s a goddamn Omega. But don’t you worry. I’m gonna remind him.” His hands undid the buckle of his belt. “Over and fucking over I’m gonna remind him, until he understands what he is, and that he’s all mine now.”
A sheet of ice seemed to coat Carl’s insides. He could hear his friends holding in the moans of protests. He looked at Michonne and saw the cold shock as well as anger on her face. She was an Alpha herself, but she had never claimed his dad since they had barely started seeing each other. Now he could see the regret on her features. Considering the type of Alpha Negan turned out to be, Carl knew it wouldn’t have mattered if she’d claimed him beforehand. The only time this moment would have made a difference, was if his dad wasn’t in charge.
“To the Alphas left standing,” Negan continued as he looked around at the group, “you all should be fucking ashamed of yourselves. Were you so goddamn blind that you couldn’t see the sweet ass on Rick, or are you all lacking dicks?” He laughed then, and unbuttoned his jeans. “Actually, it doesn’t matter what kind of ass he has on him, he’s still a fucking Omega, and his place isn’t in the front of the line. It’s on the ground with an Alpha balls deep inside him.”
Carl wanted to throw up. The Alpha in him was roaring, desiring blood.
“And since none of you pussies claimed him, I fucking will.” He grinned as he looked at his own pack who were hooting and hollering in approval. “It’s like fucking Christmas tonight. For me anyways, because Rick is gonna be all mine. I’m gonna pump his pussy so full, he’ll be popping off one hell of a litter of pups, ready to suck on his growing tits.”
Carl actually felt woozy and had to shut his eyes. This wasn’t happening. His dad wasn’t about to become their enemy’s Omega. Already an image of his dad on his hands and knees with Negan buried in him, surfaced to his mind. He shook his head to clear it.
“Please!”
He opened his eyes and turned to see Michonne crying out.
“Please…I can make Rick understand his place. Let me claim him, properly.”
“And why should I do that?” Negan growled.
“Because we were together. And, I should’ve-”
“Yes you goddamn should’ve claimed his ass!” he practically roared. “But it’s too late. If you had, you probably wouldn’t be in this shit in the first place. It’s the kind of shit that comes from Omegas thinking they’re Alphas.”
His pack members laughed. Michonne appeared ready to charge at him, but the Savior behind her moved his gun to the back of her head, prompting her to hold in her rage. It didn’t stop Carl from raging, internally.
“When we come back, your boy Ricky’s gonna be a brand new bitch.”
Alarm bells were setting off. The panic Carl felt was at its greatest intensity. As Negan placed a foot on the first step of the RV, Carl felt his mouth move and his voice spill of its own accord.
“I’ll claim him!”
Every face turned to him, but Carl kept his eyes on Negan who slowly turned around.
“What was that?”
His heart was pounding so hard now out of fear for what would happen to his dad if this Alpha got his way.
“I said,” he began, while looking him straight in the eyes with as much boldness as he could muster, “I’ll claim him.”
Negan stared at him, then he laughed.
“Holy shit kid. You serious?”
“I am.”
“You’re telling me you’d really claim your own dad?”
Carl dropped his head. It was unheard of and unnatural for an Alpha to claim his own relative, especially when his own relative was his father. Maybe years ago when Omegas were really scarce outside the family, but still, it was a sick thing to do and even consider.
“Yes,” Carl answered, without a hint of the sickness he felt about it. “To keep you from claiming him, I’ll do it.”
“Carl don’t,” Michonne warned. “It should be me.”
“Hush up.” Negan didn’t break eye contact as he stared at Carl with great fascination. “If the pup wants to claim his old man, then who am I to stop him. Alright kid. You got your fucking wish. Get up.”
Carl rose on shaky legs. He was very much aware of all the eyes on him, but he couldn’t look at any of them. Negan walked back to the RV, then smiled back at him and beckoned him forward. With a heavy swallow and a still heavily pounding heart, Carl walked toward the RV.