Page 6 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

Luke

A idyn felt hot to the touch when I grabbed him as he fell.

I cradled him in my arms and lowered us to the floor by the door to my office, his forest scent consuming my senses, almost as if I were back hiking through the woods of the Pacific Northwest. It surrounded me and clung to my body like the fingers that Aidyn used to grip my arms tightly.

“Where is your suppressant?” I asked him; my voice panicked as my Alpha began to take charge.

Fuck, I wanted him. His scent was sweet, while also damp, the scent of rain on pine.

It was a siren song to my Alpha, stirring within me desires that I knew would be horrible if I acted upon right now.

My Alpha disagreed, meeting this Omega’s scent with its own, and I knew I was very close to a rut, on the edge of animalistic tendencies that would have me claiming him as if he was mine to do so, yet thankfully I was caged, the key to my freedom safely at home on my dresser.

I was painfully aware of the itch in my canines—the sudden urge to bite and claim.

I watched his eyes glaze over as his heat began to take control, a soft sound escaping his lips that seemed to have a direct line to my cock.

It strained against what I now deemed as the inhumane cage I forced it into, and pain began taking over, cutting into the haze and allowing me to think.

Aidyn pushed his full weight against me, forcing me onto my back.

He began to nuzzle his face into my neck, rubbing his cheeks against me like a cat, his glasses bumping against my face, smudging the lenses.

Fuck me! I never thought an Omega would scent mark me, and now I had one so blissed out he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing or how frustrating this whole situation was.

I fought the groan that threatened to escape from my throat.

I had a suppressor shot in my desk drawer, as was required by all teachers, but I couldn’t get to it with his weight on me.

I tried to move backward, to pull my legs out from under Aidyn’s weight, but he seemed to apply more pressure, pinning me to the floor, and I growled in frustration.

Aidyn flinched at the sound, responding with a soft whimper, determined to fix the frustrated Alpha before him.

I hated the hurt look on his face, and I reached a hand upwards, cupping his cheek, as he tilted his head in, nuzzling into my palm. “Aidyn, I’m trying to help you. To do that, I need you to get off me. The medicine is in my desk. It’ll help, trust me.”

If he heard me, he made no effort to comply as he repositioned himself, lowering his body and nuzzling the crotch of my slacks, his cheek rubbing over the cage and my cock.

A dull thunk sounded where the frame of his glasses tapped the metal.

A look of confusion washed over his face as he stared at my groin, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of all this.

In his hazed state, he didn’t understand the hard metal gripping me like a vice, causing me a world of pain, while also preventing him from giving into his instincts.

Relying on my Alpha strength, I pulled free from his grasp.

My Alpha growled in anger at being separated from his Omega, a sound that Aidyn responded to with his mewl of annoyance and uncertainty, watching me as I stood up to pull the suppressant pen from my top drawer.

Uncapping it, I sat on the floor, pulling Aidyn into my embrace again, nuzzling my nose into his neck, and absorbing the pheromone scent he gave off.

A soft vibration started in my chest, my Alpha’s purr calming the overheated Omega in my arms. Sadness washed over me.

The first time I ever purred for my Omega, and he wouldn’t remember a moment of it.

But he was not mine, and I had to stop this.

It didn’t matter the pull he had on my Alpha.

We didn’t have any relationship beyond teacher and student; we haven’t even spoken to each other.

He was not mine, and I had to keep reminding myself of that.

Using one hand, I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, his instinctual need to be knotted making it easier for me to pull them down.

His cock stood at attention behind his boxers that had the cutest little T-rexes printed on the fabric.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at them but groaned as the scent of slick pooled in the fabric, causing it to stick to his skin.

Grabbing the pen, I pushed up the side of his underwear, exposing the side of his thigh, before taking a deep breath.

Curling my fist around it, I stabbed the pen’s needle into Aidyn’s leg, pressing the release trigger at the tip to disperse the suppressor into his bloodstream, my face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Little Fawn,” I whispered against his throat.

We sat in my office for fifteen minutes while the suppressant reacted to his heat.

I don’t remember a damn thing I said while holding him against me and murmuring into his hair, rocking back and forth, and releasing a steady stream of pheromones to calm his agitation.

His body calmed down, the fever from his heat disappeared from his skin, and he passed out, his head heavy against my chest. Lifting him and cradling him to me protectively, we left my office, dodging very few people on our way to the nurse’s office.

His limp body was oddly light but a warm comfort to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his slackened face.

He was pale and clammy, his hair sticking to his forehead, and his glasses were on the edge of his nose while his head bumped against my chest as we moved; yet he was the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

Placing him on an empty cot in the nurse's office, I was consumed with the idea that he was better off in a nest of his creation with fluffy cloud-like pillows and fuzzy blankets, not being left on a hard metal cot. My inner Alpha let out a low rumble deep from my chest as I pulled the thin cotton blanket over Aidyn before removing his glasses and setting them on the table next to him. Moving toward the sink, I turned on the cold water and grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser beside the sink. Dampening the paper towels and squeezing out the excess water, I turned back toward Aidyn. The nurse ignored us while I sat beside him and tried my best to clean the sweat from his face, using the towel to brush his hair back at the roots. Unable to help myself, I leaned forward, a low purr barely audible rolled through my chest as I nuzzled into the side of his neck, breathing in his scent. I couldn’t stay with him; the less people who knew about what took place in my office, the better.

I couldn’t be here for him when I so desperately wanted to; the vision of him waking up confused, maybe stressed and irritated, made me ill.

Stepping away made me positively violent, my Alpha screaming at me to return to his side, to pull him tightly against me, and drown him in my scent.

Aidyn was coated in our scents when I left him, the nurse didn’t ask questions, and I prayed she didn’t report me to the board.

She probably took it as a distressed Omega, and it was my duty as an Alpha to calm him down.

That was the only logic that I was using to calm my anxiety.

But at the same time, if it meant staying by his side, being reported wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Sitting in my car, panting and sweating despite the autumn chill in the air, I tasted blood.

Glacing in the rearview mirror, I noticed I had nicked my bottom lip with my canines.

Briefly, I wondered what it would feel like to sink them into his flesh, to be bonded and owned by him.

Marking was a serious action. The bonding process was initiated by the Alpha first, lacing their bite with their pheromones and breaking the skin with our canines.

To complete a bonding ceremony, the Omega then bites their intended Alpha, sealing the bond.

In a perfect world; the bonding process was a hundred percent consensual, however, there have been several cases of Alphas forcing Omegas to complete the ceremony.

What should be a joyous occasion turns into an event that leaves them traumatized and miserable.

If it was ever found out that an Alpha forced an Omega to bond, the Alpha could face life in prison.

However, nothing can be done for the poor Omegas still chained to their situations.

Scientists have been working to try and find a solution to reverse the effects to help victims of a forced marking, but as of now, nothing has worked.

It was a stronger bond than any marriage, and to be away from your bonded was agonizingly painful.

As I drove further away from the university, I wondered if the pain of being separated from my bonded would feel like this.

Uncomfortable, my skin crawling as if I was having a terrible reaction to medication or recovering from a drug habit.

I was fidgety and antsy, my nails running up my arm and across my thigh, my thoughts running a mile a minute.

My heart thundered in my ears, loud and erratic.