Page 32 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

Luke

D espite all the preparation we had done for his heat, I hadn’t anticipated how exhausting and draining they were for dominants and all the things that could go wrong.

The first offense was the shower I had taken after Aidyn’s first spike, wanting to wash off the sweat and sticky precum while he slept.

This only made him furious when he woke up, a deep growl low in his throat when he smelled the soap and shampoo.

He had tackled me the moment I reentered the nest, straddling my hips while an angry purr rattled in his chest. He immediately scent marked me, his face rubbing aggressively against my skin like a cat while biting into my neck harshly in punishment.

I didn’t shower between the spikes after that.

His heat spikes occurred every two to three hours, with Aidyn sleeping between them, and by the second day, my balls ached in protest.

The second offense was trying to get Aidyn to eat when he wanted to sleep.

I had to practically force the food down his throat, but getting water into him was easier, abusing the fact that he enjoyed kissing to push the fluid into his mouth.

At first, he choked, not expecting it, but he caught on quickly, exploring my mouth with his tongue as if he were trying to get every last drop.

I decided that if there were a next time, I would buy protein shakes and fruit, easy foods that I could get him to eat.

Being with Aidyn was nothing like being with my ex, Anthony.

Anthony was lucid and in pain during his heat that we spent together, screaming at me that I had failed him.

Insisting that I bring him a “real” Alpha.

Aidyn, however, called out for me, demanding my knot, my scent, my presence.

Despite the fact that he had warned me, I wasn’t prepared for how feral he would be.

He had warned me, even went as far as telling me his last heat partner came away with scratches and bruises.

My arms and back were covered in scratches, caked with dried blood, and every inch of me he could reach had bite marks.

It was like he was trying desperately to crawl into my skin, as if I wasn’t close enough to him.

Without my mating bite, the wounds on my body would heal, and there would be no evidence of the marks, and my Alpha fucking hated it.

The marks made us proud, honored, and a little turned on.

They were left by our mate in the throes of heat.

It symbolized his desire for us, his need for us.

Aidyn slept, often curled in a ball around the otter plush we had picked up.

Have you ever had sex with the beady eyes of a stuffed otter looking on like some weird-ass voyeur?

I understand it’s an inanimate object, but it's a little weird.

Every time there was a lull in his heat and my knot had deflated enough to extract me from his body, his hands would search for the plush, pulling it close against him when he found it.

Dark circles had appeared under his eyes, and I could tell he was just as exhausted as I was, if not more.

Little was known about Dominant Omega heats, and the information I did find scrolling through my phone between spikes was mixed about how much longer his heat would last.

But while Aidyn slept fitfully, he was unaware of the battle I was fighting with my Alpha.

My Alpha had tried to move to the driver's seat and dominate the situation more than once, letting animalistic need take over. The longer Aidyn’s heat went on, the more I struggled—my Alpha found things to hyperfixate on, his anger growing the more I remained lucid and my thoughts were left to their own devices.

I became more agitated, my brain entering the first stages of rut.

This wasn’t like when I was solo and dug my teeth into my arm.

This was much, much worse. It was violent and unpredictable, and I began to lose cognitive thought.

I tentatively reached out my hand, my fingers running down the smooth skin of his neck.

My mark should be here. I released more pheromones, pumping my scent into the stifling room, muggy with the scent of forest and rain.

He should be constantly showered in my pheromones, but because of the fucking university’s policy, he had to wash any traces of me from his body with that chemical spray, offending my nose with its scent.

I finally had someone I could scent, someone who made me feel like a true Alpha.

I wasn’t broken when I was with him. And everything was against us.

The university, my parents, his roommate.

I was in love with him, and I had to hide him like he was something dirty.

No one accepted us, and there was nothing that outwardly showed that he was my mate.

A low rumble started in my chest as I moved, pinning Aidyn’s body under me as I towered over him on my hands and knees, looking down at my sleeping Omega.

I lowered my head, nuzzling his hair, marking him with more of my scent.

I’m sure I was drowning him, suffocating him with my scent, but I struggled to care.

Aidyn opened his eyes slightly, a purr rolling through his chest as he saw me before rolling onto his back and bringing his knees upward to allow me access to his body.

I growled in approval, nuzzling his neck as I slid into his abused hole, words long abandoning me.

His body welcomed me into its embrace, and the sound of pleasure vibrated through his throat.

For once, he was calm, having just woken up, and I took advantage of his submission, withdrawing from his body slowly before pushing back in, his body shuddering at the impact.

I trailed my nose down his neck, licking at the junction between his collarbone and throat, brushing my Alpha canines against the skin.

Aidyn moaned and tilted his head to the side as if daring me to cave to my thoughts.

I needed the world to know. I need them to see that we were bonded for life, that he was my fated mate.

Regardless of whether it was a myth. That I would not leave him for anyone, that leaving him would kill me.

But without my scent or mark, he appeared to be available, and anyone could attempt to take him from me.

Below me, Aidyn mewled in pleasure, his hands gripping my biceps as my pace picked up, my rhythm more forceful than I had intended, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my head.

Aidyn slid his legs to the back of my thighs, trying to pull me into his body and locking me into place.

His face flushed in pleasure, and my Alpha roared, knowing we were the cause.

My Alpha slid into the driver's seat of my mind, finally giving in to his rut, and a haze settled in my brain, numbing any thoughts that tried to surface.

Aidyn was all I wanted; he had come to me from out of nowhere and changed my life, and I refused to let him go. Not now.

My teeth sunk into his flesh, and the metallic taste of blood exploded across my tongue.

I focused on my pheromones and willed them into my mark, starting the bonding process, tethering him to me.

A gasp escaped from his throat while a faint tether connected us, locking into place.

However, it felt heavy, unfinished, and frayed.

It was blurry, and I couldn’t determine the end of the tether, but instinctively, I knew he was at the other end.

With a final thrust, I pushed my knot into his body, licking at the blood that ran down from the mark at his collarbone.

My tongue licked over the bite, my Alpha purring at our claim.

Aidyn shuddered beneath me, and I nuzzled him gently as sleep took over his exhausted body, the haze of my rut receding and my thoughts began to clear.

I felt calm. Calmer than I had felt in days. I couldn’t help but lick my mark again.

When my knot settled, I withdrew from his body, moving away after placing the otter in Aidyn’s arms. Grabbing a bottle of water, I uncapped it before reaching down to remove the condom.

Except, there wasn’t a condom. I looked down at my cock, bare and coated in my seed and Aidyn’s slick, my heart plummeting.

Suddenly, I could taste the coppery tang of Aidyn’s blood in my mouth, and swallowing made me sick as reality finally settled in.

The immeasurable fuck-up that I just committed went undetected by my sweet Omega, who was curled before me around his otter plush.

Completely oblivious to the fact that not only did I mark him against his will, but I knotted him without a condom. I am so fucking fucked.