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Every inch of his skin felt hot, as if his entire body was engulfed in flames. He could feel sweat pouring down his skin, causing his clothes to cling to him uncomfortably. And the pain, the pain caused his knees to buckle, no longer able to hold up his own body, as he slid to the floor. It was all too much.
And to think, it all came on so suddenly. Mere minutes ago he had been sitting at his desk, mentally planning ways he could show his love for his precious Nami-swan, and now here he was, in agony on the bathroom floor.
Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? Was God punishing him for something? What could he possibly have done that was so wrong?
He never would’ve imagined in a million years that he would’ve ended up as an omega, of all things. It just didn’t make sense…he was a man, and a fairly strong one at that. He may not have been as tall, or as built as some others, but he could still hold his own in a fight, and would never back down from a challenge. He was hardworking and fiercely loyal to those he cared about. All of these were traits of a true alpha, which was exactly what he had been groomed his whole life to be.
But for things to turn out like this…it must’ve been some sort of sick joke. His three brothers would always tease him about ending up an omega, despite how absolutely rare and unlikely it truly was. Even though they were quadruplets, his brothers had all presented already, all of them being alphas.
He could only imagine the snide looks on their stupid identical faces when they found out they were right…and they would definitely find out. It wasn’t like he could hide it from anyone. His brothers, and father were alphas and had the heightened sense of smell that all alphas had, meaning that they would probably be able to smell his omega stench from miles away. Well maybe not quite…having just presented himself he couldn’t say he knew personally how this whole biological hierarchy thing worked yet, all he had to go on was what they had taught in school, and what his father and siblings had told him. But still, nothing could’ve prepared him for this.
He could feel tears sting his eyes, as his body continued to burn. A heat had begun pooling in his stomach, causing him to shudder as his length gave a painful throb. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to make this stop? And how was he supposed to do anything when he was still at school?
He raised one of his shaking hands, hesitantly placing it on the hard bulge between his legs, nearly hissing at how extremely sensitive it was. Every soft stroke sent a shockwave of sensation throughout his body.
He knew logically that this wouldn’t help much. Despite believing that one-day he would become an alpha, he always paid close attention in health class, wanting to know everything there was about betas and omegas as well, because one day he believed he would end up with a beautiful girl, who would either be a beta or an omega, and he wanted to be completely familiar with what she would go through so he could properly take care of her.
So he knew pleasuring himself this way wouldn’t take away the pain, the urge, but at this point he was desperate, and would do almost anything to take the edge off. He gave his throbbing length a few more strokes before he came, crying out in pain, his body receiving absolutely no relief.
“Shit,” he panted, already feeling his member hardening once again. Just like he thought, that did absolutely nothing to help his situation…there were only three options an omega had when going through their heat.
One was an expensive hormone supplement that was rumored to take away most, if not all, side effects that came along with heat. He obviously never considered looking into that option because there was such a low chance he would actually become an omega (less than 5% of males ended up being omegas)…but even if he did consider that option, it wasn’t like he could afford them on his own, and he would rather die than go to his father and ask him for the money for this…maybe his sister, who was also an omega may share some of her supplements…he could almost laugh at the thought. Of course she would share them, but it would cost him. She would likely blackmail him and hold it over his head for as long as she got amusement from it, and once she was bored, she would go straight to their father and tell him everything. No, there was no way he could go to his sister…
The second option was to grit his teeth and bare it. But the more his body burned, the more he believed that it just wasn’t possible. Maybe for one or two heats someone may be able to suffer through it, but there was no way anyone, man or woman, could take 5-7 days of this every three months, for the rest of their lives. He had only been suffering through it for 10 minutes, and he could already feel himself falling apart.
The third and final option was…well he didn’t really want to think about the final option. It was the last thing he would ever want for himself, yet if neither of the first two options were possible, he would have to face the reality that it would one day happen…the thought made him slightly nauseous, and he couldn’t stop as a few choked sobs left his lips.
He tried to stay positive, and remind himself that there was still a chance he could end up with the beautiful wife he always dreamed of. Sure he could no longer be with an omega woman, which ruled out about 50% of the female population, but there was still a chance he could find a strong, understanding, female beta, or even less likely, a female alpha.
Female alphas were about as common as male omegas, meaning there were very few of them. But they weren’t unheard of, so there was always the smallest glimmer of hope. Not that any of that helped him with his current situation…the chances of a female alpha walking through that bathroom door and taking away his urge was almost laughable.
He was out of options at this point, so he decided to swallow his pride and call his father. There might not be anything he could do to help him in this situation, and it might be embarrassing as hell to face him, but at least he could maybe take him home, where he could go to bed and curl up in a ball and try to survive the next few days.
He reached into his pocket, only for his eyes to widen in horror when he realized that his phone was nowhere to be found. He desperately began patting down every inch of his pants and jacket, hoping by some miracle that he simply misplaced it, but knew before he even started that his search would come up empty.
He groaned, wanting to smash his head against the wall for being such a fool. He had decided last week to keep his phone in his locker from now on, getting sick of being lectured by teachers every time he would attempt to check it in class. Why?! Why did he have to decide to be such a perfect student now?!
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaken nerves, but his mind and thoughts only got more frenzied. He felt like his very soul was slowly, and painfully, being ripped apart. In a panic he tried to get to his feet, so that maybe he could flag down a teacher for help, but his whole body was shaking, and his knees instantly gave out, causing him to crash down to the floor once again.
Just as he was about to accept his fate, and curl into the fetal position to try and subside the pain, he heard the handle of the door begin to turn.
He completely froze, a sense of fear taking over him. He couldn’t believe he forgot to lock the door…now some other student was going to see him like this. They were going to see how weak and pathetic he truly was…and depending on whether they had already experienced the change, then they would instantly know just what he was. He briefly hoped that maybe it was another omega, but quickly shook that thought away. This was the boys washroom…and the chances of there being another male omega at this school, let alone them being the one about to open the door, was pretty slim.
He took a few more deep breaths, trying everything within his power to compose himself. He even managed to get to his feet successfully this time, though his legs were still shaking and he had to hold on to the nearby by sink for support.
The door finally cracked open, and before he could even see who it was, he smelt who it was. Whenever some one older told him about the different pheromones, and scents, one experienced after the change, he almost didn’t believe them. But there was definitely no denying it now. The scent was so overwhelming, and the effects of it seemed to spread to every part of his body.
He realized with horror as an unfamiliar wetness began to form between his cheeks. He felt disgusted with himself, as his body began to betray him, as it began to ache with need. A need for the person on the other side of that door…a need for an alpha.
And just when he thought that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, the last person in the world that he would ever want to see walked through that door. Proving once and for all that God truly did hate him.
“Are you alright curly-brow?”
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10 Minutes Earlier
Why did they even bother teaching us history? Zoro internally sighed, doodling yet another sword on what were meant to be his class notes. It’s not like your going to go for a job interview one day and the deciding factor on whether or not your hired is whether you can name the first ten presidents or not…The whole thing just seemed ridiculous to him.
He was about to take his traditional third period nap, when a strange scent suddenly erupted in the air. The smell was so potent that he couldn’t help but shiver, and he had to use ever ounce of his self-control to remain seated and calm.
He had trained himself for this for the last three months, ever since he awakened as an alpha, knowing it was only a matter of time before he was faced with this situation. How could he not? This was a high school after all, and it was only a matter of time before every student reached that moment of maturity and presented as an alpha, beta, or omega.
Alphas, such as himself, were deemed the dominant ones in the biological hierarchy, though he personally never really believed that was true. He truly believed that everybody was born equal, and it was who you were that determined your place in society, and not some stupid biological disposition that nobody had control over. Unfortunately, his way of thinking made him a minority in a society that was so set in their ways, that he couldn’t imagine anything ever changing.
The thought made him sad, knowing how much that omegas had to struggle and deal with. It wasn’t so bad for betas, who were kind of neutral on the biological hierarchy. They weren’t expected to be powerful and fierce like the alphas, nor were they expected to be weak and submissive like the omegas. In fact, the betas probably had it easier than anyone else. Not only did they not have the same pressures and roles enforced on them by society, but they also experienced very few biological changes, unlike the other two groups. Their sense of smells did heighten slightly, and more often than not they were able to distinguish between alphas, betas, and omegas, but the scents didn’t have the same effects on them, and didn’t drive their instincts wild…nor did a betas scent trigger any animalistic instinct within alphas or omegas. Betas also experienced a much ‘tamer’ heat…apparently it wasn’t even much of a heat at all. They would experience a period of heightened arousal, but according to what he has heard it wasn’t much stronger than the average teenagers normal sex drive.
Because of this, betas usually ended up pairing up with each other. Alphas and omegas were drawn together by instinct, and it was rare to see a beta end up with one of them, though it was known to happen. If the feelings were strong enough, it seemed an alpha or omega could suppress instinct and find happiness with a beta.
The changes an alpha experienced when they presented and went into their first rut was a little more significant. Their bodies would get slightly hot, and they would usually get quite aggressive and irritable. They would experience, what Zoro dubbed as, ‘extreme horniness’, and though it was hard at times (no pun intended) it was able to be controlled fairly easily through frequent trips to ‘the shower’. It could be annoying, but he knew it was nothing compared to what the poor omegas went through…
Other than the aggression and arousal, their senses of smell also heightened tremendously, and they could instantly pinpoint any alpha, beta, or omega in the room. And once an alpha caught the scent of an omega, especially one in heat, it became a battle to control ones instincts. It wasn’t so bad once an omega had been marked by another alpha, their scent would instantly become less appealing to other alphas (though its appeal never truly went away), and they could be more easily ignored.
The problem with being in high school was that they were all still so young, so the chances were that if you had already presented, you hadn’t been claimed yet, so every omega still drew in alphas like moths to a flame…Thankfully though, only a fraction of the student body had presented, and there were strict systems in place to keep the omegas safe.
Omegas had a harder time than anyone when they experienced their first heat, unless they were insanely rich and could afford those expensive supplements… he knew first hand how horrible it could be, his older sister Kuina had been an omega, and he knew how much she would suffer every three months. Apparently the pain was all but unbearable, and most days she couldn’t even leave bed.
Their father had urged her to seek a mate, hating to see her suffer, but Kuina had been stubborn, and refused to let the fact that she had been born a girl, and an omega, defeat her. She was determined to prove that she could deal with it on her own, and that she didn’t need an alpha, or any man, to help her through it.
But unfortunately, it was that attitude that made her careless, and in the end…well he really didn’t want to think about it. Every time he thought about his sister, and what happened to her, his blood would begin to boil, and he really didn’t want to make a scene in the middle of class.
His thoughts seemed to fade away as another wave of scent washed over him. He looked up from his book curiously, trying hard not to make it obvious what he was doing. He zeroed in on the area of the classroom that the scent was originating from, and it didn’t take long for him to locate the new omega.
His eyes widened, and he nearly choked as he inhaled sharply, not quite able to believe his eyes. The omega that had just went into heat wasn’t a random girl in his class, but rather that idiot blonde with the messed up eyebrows that always seemed to find a way to annoy the shit out of him.
He was cocky, loud, and so full of himself…sure those same words could be used to describe him, and some of his closest friends, but that wasn’t the point. There was just something about the blonde that rubbed him the wrong way; he just couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
Maybe it was the way he acted like a complete idiot around anyone with a set of tits…or maybe it was the way that he couldn’t seem to pass up the opportunity to start a fight with him every chance he got.
Either way, that wasn’t the issue right now. He could almost laugh at the irony of the ladies man ending up being a rare male omega, but instantly pushed that thought away, and felt guilty for even letting it enter his mind. After what happened to his sister, he would never make fun of an omega, not even if it was the curly-browed idiot.
He could see that the blonde’s body had begun to shake, that his skin began to glisten with sweat, and the look on his face was one of pure horror. He promised himself he would never pity, or look down on someone just because they were an omega, but right now he couldn’t help it as his heart began to break for the other boy.
Sanji asked to be excused, and Zoro couldn’t believe as the teacher nodded his head ‘yes’, barely giving him a second glance. Did he not realize what was going on? Did he not care?
Teachers were supposed to escort students that went into heat in class to the nurse’s office, where a trained professional could monitor them until a parent or guardian was able to pick them up. Yet their teacher didn’t even seem to notice!
Sure he was a beta, that much Zoro could tell, and betas senses weren’t as keen…not to mention he was fairly old, and the older one got the more their senses lessened…but still! Even if he couldn’t smell it, he should be able to see it!
What if something happened to Sanji now because of this balding, oblivious idiot? He wasn’t sure why he even seemed to care, but there was some force inside of him that was urging him to do something, that he just couldn’t sit back and do nothing as the blonde suffered.
He got up and asked to be excused himself, receiving the same uninterested nod from the man as the blonde did, before he quickly followed the scent. He was hoping that the other boy would’ve gone to the nurse’s office himself, but was disappointed to see that he had ended up in a random washroom.
On a positive note, there didn’t seem to be any other alphas nearby, which meant that his scent hadn’t attracted any unwanted company.
He placed his hand on the handle of the door, preparing to open it when he froze…what was he doing? He already knew that he was probably the last person that Sanji would want to see, and that if he was a decent human being, like he claimed to be, than the right thing to do would be to go fetch the nurse, or any teacher for that matter…but something stopped him from doing so. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was almost as if something was calling him forward, as if Sanji himself was begging him to open that door.
Without even realizing it, he had already begun to twist the handle, and before he could second guess himself and change his mind, the door was already open, and that overwhelming scent was washing over him once again.
His sight instantly locked on to the trembling blonde, and it took every bit of self-restraint that he had to stay where he was, and to not make any rash or sudden movements.
“Are you alright curly brow?” He blurted out without thinking, already knowing the answer. And the look he received in response caused him to quickly regret his decision to enter the bathroom…what had he gotten himself into?