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As Eddie looked at his expansive wardrobe, he was seriously pondering just putting on sweat pants and a hoodie for tonight’s festivities. It was early October, but the air was already nice and cold. On top of that it was storming out.
That classic and beautiful mixture of fast tapping rain on glass, and the occasional roll of thunder so deep Eddie could feel it in chest strumming its own beat right next to his heart.
No, tonight would be the perfect night for Eddie to put on some sweats, order take out, and cuddle up on his plush deep couch with his beautiful omega in his arms.
But there were many obstacles keeping the alpha from doing just that.
Eddie sighed and opened his eyes, rubbing his intact bonding gland on his neck with his ringed fingers.
For one, he didn’t have an omega.
Well, that’s not entirely true. He had many omega subs that he occasionally serviced whenever they were in heat or just needed a really fucking good knotting. Something Eddie had a justifiable and accurate reputation for.
But alas he didn’t have his omega. His omega to claim and call his own. His to service exclusively and with the same passion and chaos and wild untamed energy as the rolling thunder above him...residing in him.
Eddie hadn’t found his omega yet, but when he did, oh there will be a storm. A swirling hurricane of lips and rain, of beds creaking and lighting, of moans that drowned out thunder.
And then…
And then they would both take their rightful places cuddled up on his couch. Safe, soft...together.
His phone beeped and he knew it was Chrissy giving him an update on the evening's setup. For the second obstacle, one that Eddie honestly loved, was his club.
The alpha stepped further into his massive walk in closet, his eyes roaming over the options swiftly. To an outside observer it would be extremely difficult to distinguish one black leather item from another, but Eddie, the dom of this club, always knew best.
Dropping his towel on the floor, Eddie swiftly donned a fresh pair of skin tight black jeans that were ripped up the seam from ankle to hip and closed with hefty safety pins. His tattoos and evidence of his lack of underwear shining through the gaps.
Next Eddie pulled on a smooth black silk button down shirt that he left mostly button down showing his chest piece of a sword right over his sternum leading a gnarled and ancient tree. A single bronze chain and matching guitar pick draped over the art work.
His heavy boots, metal plated and polished to a mirror shine and ready for an omega sub to just drip all over them, followed.
An outfit is never complete without its accessories. Eddie made his way over to a sleek black dresser. The drawers opened up to a plethora of carefully curated items nestled in a red velvet lining. He added more rings to his left, and brass knuckles to his right. On both forearms he added leather black bracers that laced up tight.
Finally, to complete the outfit, he wrapped a long, long leather bull whip through his belt loops and around his waist and tucking a pair of real handcuffs in the back for everyone to see. It signified to everyone around that he was in charge.
It was his club, his scene…and he made the rules.
Looking in the full length mirror Eddie made minor adjustments as he breathed in the persona he would take on when he left his soft and homey penthouse and traveled downstairs to a darker but oh so delicious world.
His phone buzzed again, this time though Eddie smiled. He was ready.
‘Doors open 15.’’
Using a fob hidden in his bracers, Eddie opened one of the many hidden doors and emerged from the staircase to his penthouse and into the club, his main business and baby, the Leather Coffin.
A deep red light bathed the entirety of the once a broken down warehouse making shadowy corners and coves for couples to hide in. There were three stages, two along the walls and one circular one in the center that were illuminated with hanging Edison bulbs to make it a more intimate view.
The alpha was pleased to see the entertainment for the evening already being set up. The burlesque dancers, and the tattoo artist on the lesser stages were regulars, and Eddie frequently took part in giving tattoos as well. The controlled pain often helped subs get in a good head space before going off to play in other areas with their alphas.
In fact, Eddie always said that his perfect omega would be able to go into subspace by just giving him a small tattoo or even perhaps just speaking to him firmly, telling him in a smooth commanding voice to just come on over and sit on his lap.
The alpha cleared his throat and wiggled his hips. He needed to focus. Once he found his perfect omega then he could fantasize on more ways to pleasure them both.
He looked up to see Argyle in the DJ box, his head nodding as he tuned the systems. Normally Argyle’s sub Jonathan would be kneeling down next to him on a plush pillow, ready to help service his alpha through the night. But the babysitter had called off yet again and so Jonathan was pulled to watched the pups of all the employees tonight.
Eddie made a mental note to give him a bonus and to begin a desperate search for a new and reliable babysitter.
Nancy, the bar manager, was at the center surveying the four bars and keeping a sharp eye on the two dozen bartenders they had tonight. She was wearing a full bodied skin-tight leather one-piece that made her look as fierce as she was.
Eddie heard a glass breaking and he knew it was Robin.
She was one of Nancy’s sub and loved to get a rise out of her by making stupid mistake and breaking things. Which was fine as long as it didn’t interfere with business.
“Robs, that better be an empty glass and not another full bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label, or I swear to god…” Eddie yelled as he walked further into the club.
Everyone, even Nancy, snapped to attention when they heard his heavy boots on the hard wood floor. Stopping what they were doing, they stood up straight, their heads bowed down slightly in respect. His teeth gleamed in the red light.
Good.
“Just a martini glass sir,” Robin yelled out from the far bar. “Sorry sir, won’t happen again.”
Eddie knew that was a lie. He stopped next to Nancy who only raised her head after Eddie cleared his throat.
“Sorry about her. I’ll deal her later tonight,” the other alpha apologized again for her omega.
“Just make sure it’s after hours,” Eddie replied dryly, still he gave her a mischievous wink and quick smirk.
In the day light, outside of club hours, his relationship with everyone was vastly different. One could dare say Eddie was a softy when it came to his friends and employees whom he viewed as his family pack.
He prided himself in always being there for his friends should they need a hug, a cuddle, or a joint. Many times, all three in a moment. And when the alpha wasn’t playing DnD or other games with them, he was usually making everyone breakfast after a long night.
They all lived in the block of buildings that Eddie owned and worked not only in this club but a few other businesses he had on the side. When the group wasn’t spending time in domestic bliss with their partners, they hung out here which was much more egalitarian in nature.
Here, now though…Eddie was the Dungeon Master, and he was to be obeyed.
“How we doing so far?”
“Well, the babysitter called out again tonight,” Nancy answered with a scowl, “so Jonathan has to watch all eight of them. On top of that Holly has a fever and has been fussy, so he’s not in for a good night.”
“I heard. I’ll get right on it in the morning, maybe we can swing for a nanny. The pups need a constant presence.”
Nancy’s parents died only a few days after Holly was born three years ago. But on top of inheriting Mike and Holly, the Wheelers also had adopted Max, Lucas, and Erica.
The young alpha was broken hearted, but Eddie and the rest of the pack never let her struggle alone. Everyone stepped up and raised the pups alongside Dustin, Eddie’s little cousin, and Will and El, Hopper and Joyce’s kids.
However, all the adults obviously work nights, so Eddie had made a large, safe, and above all, fun nest for all pups so they could be easily watched during club hours. The only problem was finding a constant babysitter who was cool with staying over four nights a week and watching eight hyper active pups.
“That would great. Anyway, all the bars are stocked and ready, we’re missing one bar back, but it’s not going to be a problem,” Nancy continued on.
“And the entrance?”
“Hop’s new ID scanner is ready to go so no fetuses are slipping by us tonight,” she answered sternly before her face light up. “Hey baby!”
Eddie heard sharp heels on the floor coming up behind him.
“Same question Chrissy,” the alpha asked without turning around.
The petite blonde passed Eddie and came up alongside Nance, giving her a peck on the cheek, her red lipstick staining the other alpha’s cheek. Nancy responded by smacking her other omega sub lightly on her short black leather skirt.
“Good girl,” the other alpha purred.
Nancy was a softy too when it came to Chrissy. They and Robin were in a throuple, with the two omegas answering to their alpha, Nancy, without question. Eddie often wondered how an alpha could service two omegas properly, but from the looks on Robin’s and Chrissy’s faces after a set, one could have no doubt in their satisfaction.
“Yes sir. Argyle’s all set up, the main act is on schedule, and we sold out of tickets last week. It’s going to be a packed house tonight,” Chrissy happily reported as she tapped open an app on her iPad showing it proudly to Eddie.
The alpha smiled.
Even after five years, the Leather Coffin was the still the hottest BDSM club on the east coast, and Eddie wasn’t going to let it slip.
“And the rooms?”
They had several specific rooms and lounges dotted around the venue. They of course had the standard VIP section with its own bars and entertainment, a few specialty rooms for specific kinks like a mock medical office or Eddie’s favorite, a medieval dungeon. They even a had very small room with a single bed…however the mirror, as all the participants were extremely aware, was double sided.
But the most important room was the ‘omega/sub sensory room.’
It wasn’t uncommon for omega subs to drop or get overwhelmed with the activities or the atmosphere. So, from day one Eddie made sure all omegas had a safe place to go to unwind and escape. Alphas except for himself, were forbidden from going in till the omegas were ready to come out. It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie in his capacity as the Dungeon Master to command couples to separate so the omegas could recover.
The club was a safe space for all, but the health of an omega needed to be the highest priority for their alphas. And if there is one thing Eddie would not tolerate, and his staff and friends knew this, were the needs of the omega subs being ignored and neglected.
The alpha tighten his fist around his brass knuckles at thought.
“The rooms have all been cleaned thoroughly, and attendants are already stationed. Doors open in 5,” Chrissy responded chipperly.
“Good girl,” Eddie echoed, giving his friend another wink.
Chrissy responded by sticking her tongue out, before walking away with Nancy to attend to other duties. The alpha surveyed the surrounding areas, making sure there weren’t any hazards like broken glass or wet spots from the cleaning. The safety of everyone, staff and guest, was his highest priority.
Wayne firmly taught him that omegas were to be protected at all costs and that alphas were never entitled to respect.
Respect was to be hard earned only by the safety and happiness of their pack.
Eddie turned walking from the main area towards a black velvet curtain that lead to the entrance hall. Pulling back the curtain he survey the black antique looking mirrors that stretched all the way down and gave a wink to the security team hidden behind them.
The entrance door was still closed, but Eddie could hear and smell the excitement from the crowds waiting outside. Behind a black velvet rope, Chrissy and four other employee were already set up at their check-in areas. ID scanners and buckets of green, yellow, and red bracelets next to them.
“Remember friends, if there is a single doubt about age or consent gesture two fingers behind your back to the mirrors,” Chrissy reminded her team.
The alpha insisted that each of the hostesses take psych and human behavior classes to spot guests that were either coerced or pressured into coming by their partners, or potential conservative coming in preach the evils of what they were doing.
This was a safe space for all, and this was their second line of defense.
Chrissy looked up nodding her head to Eddie to indict they were ready, but the reflection of the large man coming up behind the alpha kept Eddie from nodding back.
“Hold off for 2,” the alpha commanded as he turned around.
Hopper didn’t need to say the words, ‘we have a problem.’ They were plastered on the former cop’s face like a temporary tattoo his kids put on his face when he’s sleeping.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.
Hop nodded his head towards the mirror, a silent request to come see something. Eddie nodded, using his bracer to open a nearly invisible door that lead to the central security hub. The light of three dozen monitors illuminated the pitch black room and the face of the resident medical professional, Joyce, at one of the computer chairs.
She was Hopper’s omega, but she didn’t participate in the scene, so Eddie always refrained from calling her a sub. She would rather bite off her thumb then listen to her mate when he gave her an order. Being a nurse of twenty years, she wasn’t easily rattled, so the look of utter concern on her face sent alarm bells through the Dungeon Master.
“What are we working with?” Eddie asked he leaned over Joyce to look at the security feed from the behind the club.
He owned the surrounding buildings and parking lots, and no one got close to his club and pack without their eyes on them. It was their first line of defense.
“He’s been kneeling on the ground for 20 minutes…and that was after the alpha screamed at him in the car for 10,” Joyce informed.
“Send one of your guys out, I don’t want them getting close to the entr….”
Eddie trailed off and, for the first time in a while, he was speechless.
The alpha’s fingers reached out and ghosted over the monitor as if Eddie could touch him. He touched the screen and slowly zoomed in that face that silenced him. For a gorgeous, breathtaking…dare he say absolutely picturesque omega unknowingly stared back.
And Eddie wanted to growl and tear through the world at the state his alpha dom had put him in.
The omega, no older than 21, was looking up from his knees, his bright beautiful brown eyes shining, and evidently in pain. His dark honey hair was flat and soaked against his pale face as the pouring rain dripped down, his lips trembling and turning blue.
And it was no wonder, for the poor thing was only dressed in very tiny skin tight black leather shorts, and, to Eddie’s horror, a choker chain collar.
Collaring was common and sacred in their scene. It indicated not only loyalty and obedience from the omega sub, but also a vow protection and respect from the alpha dom. However, the collars needed to be safe and above all needed to completely accepted and consensual by the omega sub.
This…this Eddie knew from his experience and in his gut, was not either.
The omega was sitting up right, his back straight and rigid, for if he slouched just the slightest the chain would tighten at the back of his neck choking him.
“Could this be…”
“No. This isn’t consensual,” Eddie interrupted Hop with a growl. “No responsible alpha, dom or not, should have their omega out in this weather in a submissive stance before even coming into the fucking club.”
“Agreed. This is their first time here, I would have remembered this asshole,” Hop answered, pointing to the alpha dom standing over the omega.
This piece of shit was dressed warmly safely under an umbrella, holding the leash tightly as he smoked a cigarette.
“He practically dragged the omega out of the car,” Joyce added, concern lacing her voice. “Do you want me to call in a unit? They could get Omega Services out here.”
Eddie continued to carefully observing the pair. Touching the screen again, he zoomed in this time on the choker collar. The bruises looked well established, and while the omega’s bonding gland was thankfully intact, there were whip marks dangerously close to the incredibly sensitive area.
Every responsible dom knew to avoid that area and only use impact play on safe areas. As Eddie moved the zoom downwards he saw nail marks around the omega’s wrists. An obvious sign the sub was manhandled outside the bedroom.
“No, we’ll handle this in house,” Eddie decided.
His alpha hindbrain getting ready for a fight…and a rescue.
Eddie grabbed the walkie talkie on the desk, “Nancy get back here now please.”
Zooming out, Eddie took in the general demeanor of the omega. Even if the situation wasn’t so draconian, the alpha could see his misery behind those shining eyes. A misery that would not be freely chosen…no something was keeping this omega on his knees
“If we call the police, they will just ask the omega if this was consensual and if he wants to press charges. That alpha has too much control over him and will say no,” the DM explained solemnly.
“I don’t mind handing out some back room justice tonight,” Hopper said, loosening up his shoulders in anticipation.
“I’ll get my bag ready,” Joyce added before getting off and rushing out the back entrance to the family apartments.
Light flooded into the room, followed by the tap, tap, tap of her heels.
“What do we got?” Nancy asked, already zeroing in on the omega on the screen.
They gave her a quick recap, Eddie growing increasingly angry with each second the omega continued to kneel on the cold hard ground.
“Don’t turn them away. Tell the others to let in and get that omega into the main room. I’ll work with Chrissy from there. My priority is separating the omega,” Eddie commanded, “but this…”
The alpha pointed to the douche of an alpha who had light another cigarette, the flash of his phone illuminating is smug grin. It was obvious he was taking pleasure in the omega’s pain and discomfort.
“This is your and Hopper’s target,” the DM announced.
The two alpha’s looked to each other mischievously before high fiving. They were sure to have fun dominating this piece of shit.
“Let the night begin,” Eddie finished.
With that command they both left to heed it, Eddie however stayed behind taking Joyce’s seat. Zooming in again on his face, Eddie could tell the omega’s tears were streaming down and mixing in the rain.
“Don’t you worry beautiful, you’ll know a good dom, a loving dom soon enough.”
“Billy please. You promised we didn’t need to take this out of the bedroom again,” Stevie pleaded again, but the alpha didn’t even respond. He just continued to adjust his hair in the visor mirror.
Not that their bedroom was a place that Stevie wanted to even be tonight. Closing his eyes, the omega listened to the autumn rain pouring down outside Billy’s truck and began to imagine that he was in comfy clothes on a soft couch while a funny movie played.
Maybe even an alpha, a different one then the man next him, pulling his close while he was kissed softly. Kissed softly, touched softly, treated softly.
Soft.
That is what Stevie always wanted.
“You’re not going to embarrass me in there, do you understand me,” Billy asked as he slammed the visor up.
Always wanted and always denied, Stevie got a brute of an alpha instead. Then again this wasn’t permanent, he just needed to survive another six months, and he was free to leave.
Hopefully.
Stevie was about to answer when Billy’s strong hand shot out and grabbed his arm.
“I’m not going to ask again. Do you understand me?” Billy screamed, pulling him painfully over the gear shift.
“Y…yes, I won’t, I promise,” the omega whispered, looking away towards the rainy windshield, fear filling the car.
Billy inhaled sharply, smiling at the scent. “Yes, what?”
Stevie looked back, giving the only defiance he could muster.
“Yes, alpha.” Stevie hated saying that.
The alpha that he will choose to finally claim his mating bite wouldn’t treat him like this. But he reminded himself once more that this was only temporary, he could make it through, he was strong.
But as he witnessed Billy reaching into the pocket, his stomach sank, and he started doubting his strength. For the soft clink…clink…clink of a chain echoed in the car, the silver metal gleaming in the dim streetlight outside as Billy’s nefarious grin.
“Please no alpha,” Stevie pleaded once more.
“WE HAD A DEAL!” Billy screamed. “We had a fucking deal and if you want to see your little pups come Monday morning, if you want a fucking place to sleep tonight, I suggest you start acting right.”
At the mention of his students, Stevie immediately snapped rigid. He put his head down trying to look demure and obedient. He steeled his resolve and retreated into his hard won survival instincts.
“I’m sorry alpha. I’ll be good,” the omega whispered.
The alpha glared at Stevie, obviously trying to keep the threat active, but ultimately it placated Billy for now. Still rough hands grabbed the back of his neck while Billy slipped the chain over his head, clipping another chain leash to the ring.
“I’m going to have some fun tonight,” the alpha smiled as he adjusted his jacket, grabbing the umbrella, “and if your good too, if you remember your place, you might even have some fun too.”
And twenty minutes later, when Stevie was soak and wet, freezing, his knees digging painfully into the tiny gravel on the parking lot; he comically thought, ‘fat fucking chance at that.’
Stevie struggled to not shudder as a particularly large and cold rain drop that ran down his bare spine. He just needed to get through tonight, get through the next few months and then he would never need to see Billy again.
He would never ever need to see Billy again. He could care for his precious pups in perfect peace, and he could, maybe, perhaps even look for another alpha. A better one.
An alpha dom who would not only respect him, but maybe even be kind and gentle…soft with him when Stevie wanted. But still a bit rough when he needed it.
But the alpha he currently had, regrettably, laughed at something on his phone and took another drag of his cigarette. Hopefully he will be ready to go in soon. But to where, Stevie had no idea. They didn’t often come to this side of town, and he was sure they never been to this club before. No, they been kicked out of the other ones. They didn’t like Billy’s attitude or how he played.
“Get up.” Billy commanded throwing his cigarette to the ground, shockingly close to him. Stevie flinched but did what he was told.
One day he would spit on that man.
Stevie walked behind the alpha keeping his eyes on the ground to make sure he didn’t step on any broken glass. Billy didn’t let him wear shoes. Thankfully the club had an awning, and he stepped out of the rain with happy sigh.
The line was now only down to a few people waiting to get in, who all looked at them warily. Stevie couldn’t blame them. They were all dressed for the weather with their club outfits probably underneath, even the omega subs.
Not Stevie though. Billy dressed him in his tight leather shorts that barely covered his butt cheeks and left nothing to the imagination. What Stevie would give for a comfy warm hoodie right now.
He let out a gasp as the collar around his neck tightened and he was pulled towards Billy. His panicked hands coming up to try to pull the tension off his throat.
“This club is supposed to be pretty hardcore from what I heard,” the alpha taunted in his ear.
The omega swallowed involuntarily, his skin rubbing painfully against the wet metal.
“Yes, sir,” he gasped, wishing once more he was anywhere else.
Billy gave another yank before loosening his grip on the leash, and the omega immediately backed up, his hands pulling at the collar again. They moved forward down the line till they got to the front.
“Omega subs in this line, alpha doms in the far line,” a soft voice called out behind a velvet curtain hanging just inside the door.
“That’s new,” he overheard another omega in front of them. “Why the separation?”
Crap, this must be an intense club. Stevie gritted his teeth and prepared himself as best he could as followed Billy through the black velvet curtain.
“Oh,” he breathed presently surprised by the entrance.
While most BDSM clubs the Billy took him too were dingy and dirty and shady as fuck, this one was…was…actually gorgeous. The walls were a deep moss green which beautifully accented the dark wood wainscotting that flowed down to matching hardwood floors. The lights were turned down to a moody tone that was surprisingly seductive. It enhanced the tasteful X-rated vintage pin ups of both men and woman hanging on the walls in antique frames.
On the opposite wall was a coat check area that people were crowded around handing over warm clothes that Stevie was so envious of, revealing their more appropriate outfits beneath. But beyond that was a dark mirror that continuously flowed to another set of black velvet curtains.
And beyond that, well the omega could hear a smooth guitar, laughter…and a faint moaning.
For the first time in a while, Stevie started to get excited about this scene…he only wished he could have come alone.
“Sir, you’re going to have to let go of that leash and go over this way. The omega will come through my line check in,” a petite blonde omega said in a professional if not a bit clipped tone to Billy.
Stevie held his breath, his body going tense. Billy didn’t like to be told what to do especially by omega’s.
“I have his ID,” the alpha growled.
“Well then give it over to him,” she responded not backing down.
“Why can’t you check us both in?”
“Cause that is not how it’s done here.”
Stevie looked back and forth between them feeling conflicted. Yes, he wanted to go home, but seeing this club reignited something in him. He longed to see what was behind that black curtain. Also, if they kicked out Billy would surely his frustrations on Stevie at home.
Fear started leaking out of him at the thought.
The blonde’s nose flared, and Stevie knew she could smell it. Embarrassed, he looked down in shame. Why did he take that deal?
“Alright, you can both come through my line this time,” the other omega conceded.
Billy flashed her a smug smile before he tugged on Stevie’s leash bringing him closer to the check-in table. The alpha handed her both of their IDs, and the omega started scanning them into the system.
“Are you here under your own free will and are not being coerced into coming by each other or another party?” she asked the both of them. Although Stevie couldn’t help but notice the pointed but soft gaze on him as she asked it.
“Yes,” Billy answered annoyed before elbowing Steve harshly in the ribs.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
She gave him a warm smile, before going down the rules of the house, which to Steveie’s surprise were very extensive.
“First rule, all safe words will be recorded and monitored to make sure all activities are safe. Any disregarding of the safe word will result in immediate explosion and banning from the property. What should we put on file for you.”
Billy huffed annoyed. He never allowed safe words for Stevie no matter how many times he asked.
“Put down, ‘I am a stupid whore’ I guess,” the alpha sneered.
Stevie subtly rolled his eyes. Billy choose that humiliate him if Stevie was ever brave enough to use it.
The other omega gritted her teeth but entered in the system. She finished up the rest of the rules and then went over the types of rooms they had and shows they were expecting for the night, surprisingly again, it actually made Stevie excited for the black curtain.
Finally, she pointed to the three rose gold baskets to her left holding tasteful looking leather bracelets each one a different color.
“I’m assuming you gentleman are familiar with the standard rules for play. Green means your happy to play with anyone, yellow meaning you want to watch and will consider participating if asked, red meaning you do not want to be touched.”
Stevie’s eyes light up when he saw the red bracelets. Maybe Billy will be so preoccupied with everyone with green bracelets that he could fade into the background. He reached out to grab one when Billy’s hand shot out and slapped it away.
“You’re wearing green tonight. I want everyone here to use you so rough that you’ll remember why you have it so good with me,” the alpha snapped and as he grabbed two green bracelets.
Stevie focused on his breathing, trying to keep his fear in as Billy slid it over his wrist.
“Have a good night gentlemen,” the other omega finished before stepping aside.
Stevie’s heart pounded but all the excitement that he once had left him as they moved further in. Billy pulled him along to the coat check area and began stripping to reveal his basic outfit of dark jeans and a black tank top.
Stevie will admit that he once found Billy attractive, and once long ago, even cared for him. That time has longed passed. He felt nothing but contempt for this pathetic alpha. Looking at his brutish face, Stevie realized this was going to be a long six more months.
“Stay here. I’m going to take a piss,” the alpha spat, dropping his leash as walked to down a separate hallway.
The omega breathed a sigh of relief, happy for the moment alone even if he was among a crowd. Looking around Stevie smiled as he saw the excited faces of the other omega subs waiting for their alphas, and for a moment imagined that it was him as well.
He closed his eyes and imagined a better one, a kinder one, hell a fucking stronger alpha coming out and taking his hand, not his leash, and showing him an actual good time. An alpha that would actually listen to what turns Stevie on, what sensations and plays he actually liked, and would perhaps even listen and stop when he yelled his safe word.
Alas, he was still wet, cold, and alone when he opened his eyes.
The hall had cleared out mostly, and now staring back at him was his reflection in the black mirrors along the wall.
Ugh! What he also wouldn’t give for a hairdryer, a brush, and copious amounts of hairspray. He hated when his hair was flat. Hoping that Billy would take a while longer, Stevie walked over slowly taking in his appearance and desperately trying to improve it.
Hands still shaking from the cold, he tried to brush off the dirt and a tiny rock that was still stuck to his knees; it just made smears of mud and a tiny bit of blood across his legs instead. He then tried to rub his arms to make his bruises look less pronounce; it just brighten them. Finally, he just simply ghosted his fingers over the bags under his eyes, wishing he didn’t look so miserable.
Six months ago, he didn’t look like this.
His eyes weren’t sunken in, he had great, fluffy hair, and a smile. Sure, he was naïve but happy finally being free and away from his parents for the first time. Now look at him. Even when he did get away from Billy, what alpha would want him.
Stevie was just about to turn and go back to where Billy made him stand when he felt…he felt eyes on him. Dark eyes.
He looked around, the area was mostly empty except for check-in people who weren’t looking at him. But Stevie knew when someone was looking at him, it was just a part of his omegian instincts, and he knew someone was staring at him.
He looked at the mirror, but only his hazel eyes stared back. But wait, not just his eyes. Faintly, oh so faintly was another set of dark eyes mirroring his.
And suddenly light…a flame.
Stevie gasped as a face appeared in the mirror…behind the mirror…looking back at him. A man, an alpha, stared back at him. The omega gasped at not just the ethereal and thrilling sight, but at the fact this alpha was positively the hottest alpha he’s ever seen.
He was at least a head taller then Stevie, his dark eyes peering down at him. The alpha had long and luscious curls that draped around his face was like the black velvet curtains that donned the club. His shoulders were broad, his clavicles sharp, and his forearms covered in leather almost made Stevie hiss in desire.
Stevie’s eyes followed his arms down to his strong callused hands that were holding a shining silver Zippo alight. It was then that Stevie realized this wasn’t a ghost but rather a man, a gorgeous ghost man, behind a two-way mirror.
Despite himself the omega’s eyes darkened as well, as he gave the mystery alpha a sly smile back hoping he would just step out of that mirror. Or even better, extend a hand and pull him through, pull him away from Billy and the misery he was in.
The alpha continued to hold his steady, and dare Stevie say it, ravenous gaze on him. Stevie could just make out the potent scent of a very…excited…alpha around him, and he prayed it was from this man.
Stevie, completely enthralled, lifted his right hand slowly, his reflection following suit. But just as he was about to either feel the cool glass or the warm hand of the alpha…
“STEVIE!” Billy screamed out from behind him.
The omega jumped letting out a tiny yelp as he quickly spun around to see the enraged alpha stalking towards.
“I told you to stay right there. You stupid whore, you can’t even listen to simple fucking directions,” the alpha yelled as he grabbed Stevie’s leash.
“I…I…I’m sorry. I…I… was just fixing myself in the mirror when….” Stevie turned back around, praying the alpha would still be there.
Alas, it was only his and Billy’s reflection now. The mystery man, whomever he was, retreated back to wherever he came from.
“God you’re fucking stupid,” Billy muttered, turning towards the black velvet curtains, leading them away.
His hands holding the collar away from his neck, Stevie followed reluctantly. His head wasn’t forward; no, it was turned back looking towards the mirror desperate to see him one more time.
And like answering a prayer.
The Zippo flickered on, and the alpha appeared once more. He wasn’t back in his spot; no, he was right by Stevie as he if he was walking along the other side of the mirror with him.
But as they arrived at the curtain, the mystery man gave Stevie a sly wink and smirk, before the light went out for good.
He was gone.
“No,” Stevie whispered.
Billy yanked hard on his leash in response and Stevie had no choice but to finally look forward just as he walked through the black velvet curtain.
But the omega gasped once more as he saw the club and all its wonders laid out before him, and despite the leash and the monster holding it, Stevie knew, he just knew this place was going to change his life.
He just needed to break free first.
As the omega, this beautiful little ‘Stevie’ walked through the curtains, Eddie pushed the secret door from behind the mirror open into the hall. For a second, the alpha just stared at the omega from behind.
For one, Stevie had a most excellent backside, and Eddie could not just to slid up kissing and biting and marking it all the way up.
But secondly, the omega look positively enchanted with the scene before him, and Eddie swelled with pride. In a sense, this club was a sort of nest that he cultivated for his extended pack. Eddie knew deep down in his instinct that he would be this omega’s perfect dom…and maybe, soon his mate.
He heard Chrissy’s heals coming up behind him and wordlessly held out his hand, his eyes still on Stevie who was now being developed in the swaying crowd.
“His name is Stevie Harrington,” Chrissy confirmed as she handed him her iPad.
Eddie only looked away from the fading dark honey hair to look at the screen and the copy of said omega’s driver’s license…and a smile spread over the alpha’s lips.
No one ever looked good in DMV photos, except Stevie with perfectly fluffy hair and a gorgeous smile. It was only issued six months ago, but he looked so much more younger and innocent then the miserable boy looking in the mirror a few moments ago.
Eddie swiped his thumb over the photo, vowing that by the end of the night he would be stroking and kissing his face softly.
After he beat the fuck out of that piece of alpha that dared to dim Stevie’s light of course.
Eddie swiped over to the next ID reading the name of his target.
“William Hargrove Jr,” he spat out.
“Everyone calls him Billy and apparently he’s been kicked out of every other club on the east coast. I’m surprised it’s his first time here,” Chrissy further explained.
“Well tonight’s going to be his last,” Eddie mumbled, as he memorized his target’s face.
“Eddie’s there’s something else,” she whispered, her voice laced with fear.
The alpha snapped his head up; he knew that tone and something really bad usually followed.
“His name is on several lists in the omega/sub communities. He’s one of the worst. And…and he has extensive arrest record mostly for omega abuse.”
Eddie’s breathing was surprisingly calm. Which everyone knew was the first sign that he was going to take care of business in the most complete and brutal way. Grabbing his walkie, he voice was solid as was his plan.
“Nancy, separate them. Now,” he ordered stalking towards the mirror. “Keep the alpha busy, and don’t let anyone get in the way of the omega. Is that clear?”
He pocketed his walkie knowing his orders were going to be followed and continued to the one room that he knew Stevie would be drawn too like a ship in a stormy harbor.
The music, unlike other clubs that Billy took him to, was surprisingly kinetic. Its smooth rhythm and sporadic beats made his heart jump, and his body, despite his restrictions, started to sway in tandem with the crowds.
Normally Stevie hated it when clubs were packed, but it oddly gave him a reprieve from Billy. The alpha was a couple of people ahead; the leash snaked between all of them as Billy slowly moved forward. He would eventually yank Stevie towards him, but for now the omega had the time to admire the view…and a view it was.
The main club was absolutely pulsing with life…and he could feel just a glimmer of his old light coming back to him.
The bars surrounding them were packed with people with dozens of bartenders throwing brass cups and bottles in the air kept people flowing in and out of the lines. Stevie was sure he even saw high flames shooting up from a far one.
One of the stages had burlesque acrobatics that were dressed as spiders coming down from the ceiling on black silk ribbons. He could only catch a glimpse of their full provocative dance, but what he saw left his heart pounding even more.
Then on a farther stage, Stevie had to get on his tiptoes, but when he came down his shorts were a bit wetter with slick. For a petite male omega was strapped to a leather chair with thick red silk ropes as a male alpha advanced on them with a paddle in one hand and a fucking tattoo gun in another.
Stevie heard about how some doms were talented enough to pull an omega right into subspace by tattooing them only to bring them out with a gentle fucking.
And he could feel the slick pouring down his thighs at the thought.
“STEVIE,” Billy yelled as he finally realized just how far back he was.
He turned around glaring at Stevie through the crowd of people who immediately parted seeing the enraged alpha. Billy’s eyes looked wild as he wrapped the leash around his knuckles, preparing to yank Stevie forward again.
“I thought I told you too…”
“GENTLEMEN,” a strong voice interrupted Billy.
Even over the beating music, Stevie could hear sharp heels tapping on the dance floor towards them. The crowd parted once more an alpha woman with brown curly hair and fire in her eyes emerged.
“Gentlemen while this establishment caters to many with peculiar tastes we ask that they be tactful about it,” she continued.
The phrase was directed to both of them, but her steely gaze and clipped tone was entirely focused on Billy.
“Don’t tell me how to handle my omega bitch,” Billy growled back.
The other alpha didn’t even looked phased, but rather just raised her eyebrow.
“My name isn’t bitch, its Nancy Wheeler, general manager of this establishment and you better learn it, cause I’m twice the alpha dom you will ever be you pathetic cockroach,” she said in the sweetest, even tone that Stevie ever heard.
“Twice! I have more strength in my pink…”
“Please you couldn’t satisfy an omega to save your fucking life.”
“Bend over and I’ll show you fucking cunt.”
Nancy threw her head back in laughter, “Baby boy, I’m not going to waste me time on something I’ll barely feel.”
Billy surged forward barely stopping right in front of Nancy, dragging Stevie with him, “Listen to me you fucking bitch…”
“Why should I, you’re so fucking weak you probably couldn’t hit an alpha chord if you wanted to.”
Both alphas continued to spare, their tones and angry pheromones growing louder and louder with each second. But oddly, instead of the ring of people around them watching growing larger and wider, the crowds began to condense around them getting closer to them.
“I make my omega scream every fucking night.”
Billy was just rewarded with shrill laughter from the other alpha, and a hard eyeroll from Stevie. The alpha, Nancy, kept taunting Billy like he was a naughty pup, making him redder and more exasperated with each barb.
Once more the crowds started growing closer, and despite the mass of people, Stevie could just make out the familiar blonde hair of the omega that checked them in worming her way towards them probably coming to escort them out.
Stevie’s face turned sour. They were barely here five minutes and, as much as he was enjoying Nancy taunting the shit out of Billy, he was now going to be in an even fouler mood when they got home.
The other omega made eye contact with him, and he was about to open his mouth to apologize, when she put her finger to lips shushing him. Stevie raised his eyebrow curiously, when she just gave him a sly wink.
And then…darkness.
All the light, from the flashing strobes to the Edison bulbs to the flaming shots went out and pitch black descended over the club. Steve heard a few alarmed screams from further into the room, but curiously he didn't hear any employees or security barking orders.
"What kinda of fucking club is this!" Stevie heard Billy yell next to him. "Stevie we're leavi-oph!"
Stevie felt a yank on his chain at the same time he heard what sounded like Billy getting the wind knocked out of him. Instinctively, Stevie's hand went to his neck to keep from getting pulled. But right as his hands were about to grasp around the cool metal, smaller, warmer hands beat him to it.
He opened his mouth to yelp in fear, but the same hand clasped over his mouth.
"Shhhh don't say anything. We got you," a kind voice whispered right in his ear.
Stevie went rigid as he felt the small hands unhook the leash at his neck, followed by collars falling smoothly off his neck. He immediately started trembling in fear, Billy was going to be pissed when he saw it was taken off.
He didn’t have time to further lament his fears, as the small hand grabbed his wrist and started pulling him hard and fast. His feet had no choice but to follow and he braced himself to barrel into the sea of bodies surrounding him. However, his tiny savior lead him smoothly around everyone, and Stevie barely grazed anyone despite their fast pace.
“Where are…where are we going?” Stevie yelled over the crowd, but the mysterious tiny hand didn’t stop leading him further into the dark.
The air him felt noticeably cooler as he was lead around one final person and he could tell that he was completely out of the crowd and very far away from Billy. And the omega, collar off and free, could finally breathe.
Stevie gently placed his hand over the mysterious person’s wrist, “Thank you so much…who…who are you?”
Still shrouded in darkness, the hand simply responded by squeezing his arm gently twice and then letting go, their small soft footsteps retreating back into the crowd. Stevie was breathing hard, trying to enjoy the reprieve but also trying not to panic at Billy’s response.
The alpha was going to be so fucking pissed.
Stevie gripped his hair as he started planning out his excuse. He could say that he panicked and was trying to make his way back to the car or that some stepped on him and a security guard escorted him away or…
“Sorry about that everyone!” A voice spoke over the loud speaker jarring Stevie out of his panicked thoughts. “Brace your eyeballs cause the lights will come back on in three…two…one.”
The omega closed his eyes to keep his retinas from being shocked…and to just escape a second longer. What he wouldn’t give to be dry and warm and cozy in pjs on a soft couch or bed. What he wouldn’t give to have a way out. What he wouldn’t give to just have a safe place to go to.
Stevie breathed out slowly, using the thought of his class of pups waiting for him on Monday morning to ground him. He could do this…he….he had to do this.
Opening his eyes, Stevie found himself facing a door on the side wall of the club, in an area he hadn’t spotted on the way in but was grateful he found it or…rather lead to it, none-the-less.
‘Omega/Sub Sensory Room’
As if the gleaming brass letters didn’t sell it enough there was a big also a big red sign next to it sharply reading, ‘Absolutely No Alphas Allowed.’
“STEVIE!” he heard Billy’s voice obviously in pain yell from the crowd. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
The omega didn’t hesitate. He raced to the door and grabbed the knob as he stumbled through. Slamming the door shut, Stevie pressed his back against it as if the alpha would break it down.
His breathing fast and fearful. His eyes screwed shut.
Why did he take the deal? Why was he even here?
Thankfully, he didn’t hear Billy yelling nor his heavy footsteps through the door. In fact, Stevie didn’t even hear the loud pulsating music of the club nor the chatter of all its people. Stevie instead heard the rain, the same rain that soothed him earlier in the night.
Peaking open his eyes; Stevie smiled at the sight. For the sensory room was the exact opposite of the club and exactly what he needed.
The room was bathed in soothing blue light that danced here and there as if he was underwater. The far end had several doors that lead to very clean looking bathrooms. The one side wall had rows and rows of blankets, pillows, and various stuffed animals on shelves.
The other wall even had dozens of high end noise canceling headphones hanging and waiting for overwhelmed omegas like himself. Next to them sat the cutest little coffee station with a big thermos of hot chocolate. Perfect for a cold night.
Stevie walked deeper into the room taking in the several plush couches and comfy bean bags, two of which were facing towards a TV that was displaying one of those fireplace channels. Oddly though, it felt like a lovely heat was actually blowing from it. He let out a small giggle as he realized there was a small heater below the TV warming up the small room pleasantly.
Stevie let out a contented sigh as he moved closer to enjoy it.
“Unfortunately, we weren’t zoned for a real fireplace,” a deep voice spoke behind him.
That sigh of content turned rapidly into an embarrassing shriek as Stevie jumped around. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust but once he did, he instantly knew that long curly hair and warm smirk.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” the alpha apologized.
His voice sounded rough but genuine with sprinkles of warm pheromones that almost made the omega tremble. Stevie’s smile, unknowingly, brightened. He wasn’t too sure the man actually existed or if his stressed mind just concocted him a few moment earlier.
“You were behind the mirror,” Stevie whispered.
Eddie nearly dropped to his knees when he saw Stevie smile. It was warm and beautiful and the young omega’s delighted pheromones danced around them both.
The alpha knew he was in trouble the moment he saw Stevie on that monitor, now seeing him here in front of him, well Eddie was over the edge and happy to fall.
“Sorry,” the alpha apologized again, this time with a mischievous wink. “I can never pass up the opportunity for a dramatic entrance, especially for an exquisite new comer like you.”
He watched extremely pleased as Stevie blushed deeply, turning his sweetly pink face down slightly.
“How do you know this is my first time?” the omega answered cheekily.
“I remember everyone that comes into my club,” Eddie stated truthfully. “And you sweetheart, are someone I assure you, would never forget.”
Stevie gave a small giggle, his shoulders coming up in an adorable preen while his scent grew sweeter in the small sanctuary.
“I figured you were the owner, what other alpha would be bold enough to come into an omega only section,” the younger man pointed out.
Eddie didn’t miss the way the omega turned in on himself slightly and took a small step backwards.
“Yes, but I can leave if it would make you more comfortable,” the alpha offered quickly. “I want you to be comfortable.” Eddie needed him to be here; needed him safe…needed him close.
Stevie looked up in total surprise and confusion before shaking his head. “No, no, no, please stay its your club and I…I…I just…uhh…needed a minute.”
“Good! That’s what this room is for. My club can get pretty intense so I made sure omegas could take a minute or 30 to just chillax,” Eddie replied with a warm smile.
“It is relaxing, you did a wonderful job,” Stevie sighed as he looked around, his body sagging as if finally coming off high alert. “And your club. I never seen anything like it. Its…its truly amazing I would love to see more of it.”
The alpha tried not to let his spicy pheromones take over, but hearing this gorgeous omega compliment his home was striking something primal within him.
“Thank you love. I take it you’ve been to other clubs to compare?” Eddie asked smoothly; his head tilting, and eyes darkening as he took a step forward.
Again, the little omega blushed, “Yeah, a few. Nothing as good as this though.”
“No other club is as good as mine,” Eddie answered unabashedly, taking another step forward. “I’m the best at what I do….at everything I do.”
Stevie looked up at him with those dark brown eyes that Eddie swore were the sweetest he’s ever seen. How gorgeous they would look blinking up at him while Stevie was on his knees or waking up next to him in Eddie’s nest.
“Oh,” the omega giggled. “And besides running the club and building the most relaxing nest I’ve ever seen, what else do you do Mr.…?”
“Eddie Munson,” the alpha answered, his hot pheromones spiking, “but we can iron out what you’ll actually call me later.”
He watched delighted at Stevie’s eyes widen in surprise before turning into his timid preen once more.
“Bold of you too assume I’ll stick around long enough to call you anything,” the omega challenged mischievously.
The alpha hoped that his leather pants weren’t betraying just how fucking hard he was. He loved to tame a brat, and this little omega was going to be his perfect little sub.
His perfect little mate.
“Oh, Bold is actually my middle name. Sorry didn’t I mention that.”
Stevie laughed loudly and the room was that much warmer because of it.
“And while I will always continue to call you sweetheart,” Eddie continued, “you are?”
The alpha of course already knew, but he didn’t want to intimidate Stevie by revealing that he’s been lowkey stalking and herding him to this room for the last thirty minutes.
“Stevie Harrington,” the omega answered.
“Stevie,” Eddie breathed. “My sweetheart.”
And the omega’s blush returned.
“And may I kiss your hand Stevie?” the alpha asked taking a small step forward.
Stevie looked confused before lifting his right wrist. “I’m wearing green. You don’t need to ask for permission to touch me.”
It was Eddie’s turn to looked surprise…surprised, heartbroken and fucking pissed. The alpha dom had to stop himself from marching out the room and decking that piece of shit that Stevie came here with. No doubt Billy was the one who drilled into Stevie’s head this complete lack of regard for his own autonomy and comfort.
“No,” Eddie replied firmly, struggling with his temper.
Stevie must have picked up on Eddie’s scent turning angry as he took a step back, his shoulder and arms turning in on himself. Shit! The last thing he wanted was Stevie to think he was angry at him.
“No,” Eddie repeated again, this time calmer with soothing pheromones. “Stevie, sweetheart it doesn’t matter what color you are wearing or where you are or who you’re with…you always, you always have the choice to decide if you want to be touched.”
The alpha lowered his voice and hunched his shoulders a bit to meet the omega’s eyes.
“And I swear, here in this club or whenever I’m around, that choice will be respected without question.”
Stevie’s jaw was a bit open, but slowly his body relaxed, and his smile formed once more.
“Thank you,” he whispered, “and you could if you wanted too.”
Eddie matched Stevie’s smile and approached him slowly. Taking the omega’s right hand, he ever so gently brought it to his lips.
“A pleasure,” the alpha breathed truthfully, for it was a true pleasure to finally touch this exquisite omega.
And those sweet brown eyes looked up at him once more with awe and warmth…and a need that Eddie could feel in his own heart.
“Your hands are so cold though,” Eddie acknowledge as he rubbed Stevie’s icy wrist, encasing it with his other hand.
“Sorry I…uhhh…got caught in the rain,” the omega apologized with a half-truth.
“Well, I’m going to get you warm and dry then,” the alpha explained simply. “Stay right here in front of the heater love. Don’t move.”
Steve tried not to tremble as he obeyed the order, but as the warmth of Eddie’s hands left him he began to shake. To shake with longing at wanting those hands, those arms to wrap around him once more.
As he watched this mysterious alpha turn towards and walk towards the wall of blankets, he wondered if he didn’t already die of hypothermia…or if Billy finally finished the job.
Eddie was everything Stevie ever dreamed of.
For one, seeing Eddie, being so closed to him without the glass mirror between them almost threw Stevie into his heat. A heat he hadn’t had in a while as Billy slowly became repulsive to him in the previous months.
But Eddie, with his broad shoulders and strong arms covered in tattoos, and his dark gorgeous hair and even darker eyes, oh it was doing it for the omega. Not to mention just the casual leather whip and arm bracers that Stevie didn’t even know was kink for him…until now that is.
Then there was his smell. That warm cinnamon and star of anise and rum made Stevie think of a hot chai tea that would warm him from the inside, healing him and easing his worries.
Sure, it reeked of lust. The alpha was obviously interested in Stevie but that only drove the omega crazier with need.
“May I?” Eddie asked sweetly.
Stevie nearly jumped as he looked up to see the alpha returned, but this time with a plush cream colored robe that he was holding open. The omega nodded enthusiastically, wanting to cover up but desperately wanting to be warm.
“Turn around sweetheart,” the alpha ordered softly.
Stevie obeyed and the alpha slid the robe over his shoulders, his rough hands moving it around his chest, wrapping the exquisite warmth around him and tying off the sash. The omega could feel the alpha towering over him from behind, his warm breath tickling his ear.
“Good omega,” Eddie purred, and Stevie, so help him, shuddered at the praise. “Now go sit on that cushion by the heater.”
Regrettably, the alpha retreated, but Stevie followed the command, sinking into the soft, plush velvet chair deeply. He watched the blue light dance off the alpha’s back as he walked back over to the blanket wall, pulling a soft pink one off the shelf.
“That’s my favorite color,” Stevie said as Eddie walked back over.
“It suits you well,” he answered smoothly as he shook it out and gently laid it over the omega’s legs.
The alpha’s strong hands then tucked the blanket in deeply around his legs. His rough fingers slowly moving up his thighs, caressing his hips gently and onto his chest, making him almost immobile with how magnificently snug he was.
“There we go, right where I want you,” Eddie purred as he adjusted the robe to completely cover Stevie’s neck his fingers lingering over his skin for just a second longer.
“Thank you,” the omega breathed, hoping that alpha couldn’t smell his rapidly forming slick.
No alpha has ever tucked him in before, and Stevie immediately starting to imagine Eddie snuggling him in a soft nest surrounded by blankets…and maybe, perhaps pups.
Eddie simply winked playfully before getting back up, “Whipped cream, marshmallows, or sprinkles? Or perhaps all three?”
“All three,” the omega couldn’t help but giggle.
“Two Munson Specials coming right up,” he said as grabbed two mugs out from under the coffee bar.
“I see you take your hot chocolate seriously,” Stevie teased as he watched the alpha pull out all the stops.
“Only way to take it in my opinion. Nothing beats a hot chocolate on a cold rainy night..”
“Especially with some Chinese take-out,” Stevie added.
“Yes! With a good movie,” Eddie replied as he walked back.
“My choices are always comedies or cheesy horror.”
The alpha cracked a smile as he handed the omega the hot chocolate, “took you for more of a rom-com guy.”
“Cheesy horrors are rom-coms if you watch them with the sound off and make your own dialogue,” Stevie cheekily replied.
Eddie booming laugh nearly made Stevie jump, but his warm pheromones drifted around him soothing him once more, especially as the alpha pulled another cushion over and plopped down across from him.
“What else would your perfect rainy night have?” he asked.
Stevie took a second to admire the hot mug of chocolate in his hands and the adorable sprinkles on top before he answered, “soft pjs and a lots of blankets…and if we’re really feeling adventurous, a blanket fort.”
“I make the best blanket forts,” the alpha replied confidently before taking a sip of drink.
“You’re the best at everything you do?” Stevie challenged playfully. “What does owning a club like this all entail?”
The omega didn’t know why he was asking this. As the owner of the club, Eddie probably had dozens of subs and omegas draping themselves all over him. Hell, Stevie wouldn’t be surprised if Eddie had a nightly set with a different partner up on the main stage.
The thought oddly left him with a hollow grief in his chest and a sharp sting of jealousy in his heart.
It shouldn’t though, Stevie just meet this alpha, and regrettably, he had another alpha out there that he would need to go home with tonight. There should be no reason for grief or jealousy over…over the sweetest, handsomest alpha Stevie ever met.
“Trust me sweetheart, you’ll learn everything I can do in time,” Eddie answered cryptically, giving him another sly wink. “Right now, I want to hear about you. I want to know everything about you.”
Stevie almost spit out his hot chocolate, and Eddie’s smirk widen.
“And don’t you dare say you’re not interesting or unimportant or boring. I’ll be the one to determine that,” the alpha ordered softly.
Stevie couldn’t find a way to argue with that. He was rather dull, especially compared to someone who owned a freaking BDSM club. But Stevie did take pride in what he loved.
“I work at a day care and I love it,” the omega his bright smile returning.
Normally, Eddie had scent neutralizer pumping through the club, especially through the omega room to prevent any complications. He was so thankful he had them turned off for the night, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the gorgeously sweet and beautiful scent his sweetheart was giving off as he continue to gush about his career.
“I’m in the toddler room now, which is ages two to three and they are so delightful at that age!” Stevie explained excitedly.
“They are,” Eddie agreed, thinking warmly about little Holly upstairs. She was easily the sweetest of the pups.
“My favorite part of the day is when I’m getting them ready for their naps and get them all tucked into their little cots, and I can read to them. I, of course, read to them kids books like Rainbow Fish or Dragons Love Tacos, but toddlers are like sponges so I like to read to them more complex things The Hobbit or even some nice news articles while they sleep.”
And now Eddie was in love. Fuck.
“Sure, sometimes it can be a lot of energy. But you just need to learn how to process it in a constructive manner for all the kids. Are you familiar with the Waldorf methods?” the omega asked.
Eddie shook his head, happy for the Stevie to continue which he did adoringly, and while the alpha did listen intently, the mystery of this omega became more clearer.
Thanks to some ridiculously conservative laws that took effect in the last couple years, unmated omegas couldn’t lease an apartment on their own. And given the high cost of living and the absurdly low wages educators make, could Stevie be living with his alpha out of necessity rather than attraction?
The thought made Eddie excessively enraged…and more than a little hopeful.
For while Stevie, and all omegas for that matter, should be free to live on their own and actually be able to afford to do it, Stevie probably didn’t have any attachment to Billy. Eddie remembered just how miserable the omega looked as he tried to clean himself up in the hall mirror.
Stevie deserved better…and Eddie, he would gladly offer it.
“There was actually a very interesting study performed in Sweden about playgrounds having more natural structures and materials like moss and untreated wood which actually helped reduced immune diseases and asthma in toddlers, so I’m working…well trying to work with the administer, they’re a bit of a knot head, to incorporate that.”
Eddie smiled again. Stevie was great teacher…and maybe one day, a great mother to their pups.
“That’s incredible! You are so knowledgeable and cunning to do that research. Screw your administrator, you should be in charge,” the alpha said truthfully.
Stevie giggled before taking another sip of hot chocolate, “I doubt it, I don’t have the book smarts for it.”
Eddie waved his hand, “experience beats education every time. You’ll see.”
At that Stevie’s eyes darkened, “do you have…a lot of experience” he coughed quickly, “with your profession?”
It was Eddie’s turn to chuckle.
“Yes, sweetheart. I have all sorts of experience, but I am always looking for something new, something exciting, something sweet….for something that is here to stay.”
Stevie’s eyes widened and Eddie knew that he picked up what the alpha was implying. The omega gave a sweet preen before his eyes drifted over the green bracelet on his wrist.
“I hope you find that experience,” Stevie answered sadly, as he continued to stare at that green circle as if it was holding all his despair and chaining him to his misery.
Eddie put down his hot chocolate and slowly moved off the cushion. Stevie’s brown eyes moved up to him as he kneeled in front of Stevie.
“May I?” the alpha asked, his fingers just ghosting over Stevie’s wrist.
The omega, with a curious look, moved his drink to his other hand and nodded.
Eddie whispered a thank you, before taking the green bracelet between his hands; snapping it off swiftly and throwing it behind them.
Stevie’s eyes were shining at the implication of what the alpha did, but Eddie wasn’t done yet.
“Sweetheart, any situation can be fixed, any mess can be cleaned up, any chains can be broken.”
He took the omega’s hand in his own, his thumb rubbing at Stevie’s pulse feeling it’s fast pace. His sweet, elated scent truly encircling them both now.
“Eddie, there’s something I need to confess,” Stevie whispered.
Keeping his smile sure and confident, the alpha nodded. He knew something was amiss, but as soon as he had all the details he would be able to starting freeing the omega of Billy.
“A few months ago I left my….” the omega stopped, his eyes growing wide and his scent souring.
For another scent, a putrid one, came drifting in.
The door to the club flew open, hitting the back wall with a bang. And stand in the doorway, in the shadow of the flashing lights, stood a bruised Billy. The rival alpha had bloody fists and fire in his eyes as they zeroed in on Eddie holding Stevie’s hand.