Page 5 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)
“Out of the need for survival, we assume this is where the first Omega appeared on humanity's radar.
The first documentation of Omega-like behaviors appeared in scriptures dating to the Bubonic plague, otherwise known as the Black Plague.
Roughly 60% of Europe's population was wiped out, but it is to be believed that that percentage could be higher. Scientists theorize that the first Omegas evolved to help repopulate. The first documentation of Alpha behaviors doesn’t show up for at least another two years.
Despite this, what we know now about Alpha and Omega reproduction leads us to believe that the first Alphas probably showed up simultaneously as their Omega counterparts.
“Imagine the poor bastard who had no idea why he suddenly had a knot and had to go to a Tudor-era doctor only for them to apply leeches to his penis to get the swelling to go down,” Mr. Ellis continues, creating a small wave of chuckles that bounced around the classroom.
He turned and added more information to the whiteboard.
“Over time, Alphas and Omegas have been hunted, exploited, experimented on, politicized, and fetishized, Omegas even more so.
In this class, we will discuss the biology of the Alpha and the Omega, how genetics can play a part, the psychology of both designations, and how their designation can impact one's thought process and development. Such as, are the behavioral patterns of both designations based on nature or nurture?”
Mr. Ellis continued through his lecture, and I tapped away at my keyboard, keeping up with him with little difficulty.
Toward the end of the class, I noticed a faint scent of citrus and honey, something I had smelled last week when I entered his classroom.
It was an Alpha scent, and I thought it odd that in a classroom full of Alphas, this one scent was the one that stood out to me, especially with neutralizers installed.
It cut through the artificially created scent that Erik wore, and it scratched at the back of my mind, distracting enough that I zoned out until I heard an Alpha speak up.
“Well, Alphas are the superior designation. Equating us to animals and animal urges does seem a bit much, don’t you think?”
“What makes you think you’re the superior designation?” I spoke up before I could stop myself. Erik froze beside me, his eyes darting between me and the Alpha, who turned to look at me, an Omega who had the audacity to question him. I just smiled at him.
“Alphas are more dominant in presence, stronger, and have better control over our traits. Studies have shown that even the rare dominant Alphas can control their pheromones, often appearing weaker than they actually are to fit in better with society. Omegas can’t control themselves around us Alphas; they act like animals in heat, focusing solely on breeding, yet we can function just fine. Omegas need us to function.”
I didn’t mean to laugh at the guy, but his ideals were so stupid. We couldn’t function without him? “I’m sitting in this classroom right now, with zero desire to breed with you.”
The angry growl that escaped the Alpha did little to stop me. He wasn’t my Alpha, and I didn’t have to listen to him. The fact that he growled at me to back down and submit to him only pissed me off more, making me want to resist. “That’s because you’re on suppressants.”
“Or you just don’t do it for me.” I smiled at him, catching a glance at Mr. Ellis.
The look on his face was not a kind one.
His hands clutched the podium and were white at the knuckles.
But he wasn’t staring at me. His sharp gaze was fixated on the Alpha, who argued with me, looking at him as if he wanted to tear out his throat.
“If that is how you define ‘superiority,’ I’m concerned for you, and it’s a good thing you’re in this class.
Maybe you’ll figure out how your brain works. ”
“Aidyn!” Erik hissed at me, grabbing my wrist. I pulled it out of his grasp and smiled at him before turning back to the Alpha.
“There is no superior designation; it’s just an ideal that Mommy and Daddy told you growing up to make you feel special. We don’t actually need your knots; we have toys for that now. Even I used a Beta during my last heat; he only needed a toy to satisfy me. If anything, you’re just sperm donors.”
“How dare you,” the Alpha growled again, standing up and looking as if he was about to hop over the row of desks to strangle me, an acrid scent pouring from him as he flexed his pheromones, trying to force me into submission.
“Enough,” Mr. Ellis snapped.
There was an edge to his voice, a low, deep, threatening growl that had my body responding by producing slick, dampening the seat of my boxers.
Fear cut through the arousal as I glanced around, praying that no one else could tell I was responding to the man at the front of the classroom in such a way.
It wasn’t quite an Alpha’s bark, but it was close enough that I stopped breathing, my heart pounding in my ears.
The scent of burnt cloves cut through the air, and my Omega stirred once more, reacting in a way I was not at all happy with.
It was like he wanted to submit and grovel out an apology to make the Alpha happy again.
To purr at his feet, rubbing my cheek against him, scenting him to calm him down.
To remove the anger that marred his handsome face as he looked between the Alpha and me.
“Class is dismissed; you two stay after class.”
“Now you’ve done it,” Erik hissed at me, and I could only shrug. “Are you going to be okay with going home alone?”
I nodded. He had another class after this one, and if I needed to, I’d hang in the library waiting for him.
The class emptied quietly, the other students trying their hardest not to look at their teacher or the two students in trouble.
Mr. Ellis’ classroom was on the second floor of the building, and we awkwardly walked down the stairs in silence to one of the left side wings that housed the teacher’s offices.
“Mr. Keller, please stay in the hallway while I talk with Mr. Forester. Do not move.”
It felt like he wanted to lecture us separately like petulant children, and I hated that.
Sure, we did behave like children, but we were adults, and standing in the hallway was torture, waiting for my turn.
I picked up a little of what Mr. Ellis was saying, but he didn’t shout at the Alpha, which made it seem almost worse than if he did.
The door opened, and the Alpha stepped into the hallway.
He sneered at me before he walked by, saying nothing as I stepped into the office, closing the door behind me.
Entering the office, I realized then that the scent of citrus and honey was the scent coming from Mr. Ellis—his office smelling strongly of him—hinting that he spent a lot of time here.
It was laced with the burning scent of cloves, his anger evident on his face as he leaned against his desk.
I couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped from my throat as it surrounded us, my body heating up with what felt like the worst fever I’d ever had, sending shivers coursing through my system.
Mr. Ellis’s expression changed instantly as he moved away from his desk toward me.
“Aidyn?” he asked in concern.