Page 7 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

The first thing I did after entering my condo was remove my clothing, stripping naked in the entryway.

My clothing felt tight and restrictive, chafing away at my sensitive heated skin.

I made my way into the bedroom, grabbing the small silver key from the top of my dresser, and removed my metal prison quickly, my cock hardening the second it was free.

I shoved the device into the back of my sock drawer, determined never to see or use it again.

It had done its job, preventing me from taking Aidyn in my office, but it also offended me.

I realized his scent still held me firmly in its grasp, deep in my senses, and I couldn’t bring myself to step into the shower to wash him off, adding to the restlessness I was experiencing.

My Alpha paced in my head, my body tight and stiff.

I knew what a rut was; I’ve studied it and seen videos and examples, but I don’t think I’ve ever personally felt it, and this was hell. Like I was going insane.

To ease my agitation, I dug through my nightstand drawer and pulled out the only masturbatory toy I owned.

It was a cheap, non-gender-specific sleeve that hadn’t been used much.

While I may like men, I didn’t give a shit what the toy I thrusted into looked like, and I had little desire to spend an outrageous amount just to have a need met.

I grabbed the bottle of lube that also hadn’t been used in probably a year, and I lubricated my painfully hard cock and the inside of the toy before sliding the silicon canister over my length.

A groan escaped my throat; immense pleasure consumed me when my hips acted on their own, thrusting upward and forward to meet the sensation of the grooves and nodes designed to aid in my pleasure.

No longer restrained, my rut consumed my body.

Growling, I thrusted into the toy roughly, my knees bumping into the edge of the bed as I held the device level on the bedspread.

My pheromones mixed deliciously with the one that had now imprinted itself upon my senses.

Twice, this Omega student called to me. Twice, I could not answer his siren-like call, and my Alpha was agitated, like a tiger pacing its cage.

His Omega had wanted me at that moment, and my Alpha was ready to accept, but the position I’d put him in wasn't a good one. I was the only Alpha in his space when he went into heat; for all I knew, it had nothing to do with me specifically and everything to do with biology and instinct. The fact that I could scent him had my brain contorting the situation to suit its own narrative, creating thought processes that I otherwise wouldn’t have had.

As if trying to justify a situation that was disturbing and unprofessional.

Thank God Forester wasn’t in the same room.

I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to punish the only Omega to have probably stood up to him in his entire life and how he tried to force him into submission in my classroom, releasing pheromones as if it was his right to do so.

Growling at the thought of another Alpha trying to force my Aidyn to submit drove me overboard.

Struggling to outlast my current state as my orgasm climbed, kneeling with the device firmly in my hand, I was unaware I had moved onto the bed.

My thoughts were a kaleidoscope of Aidyn—begging for me in my office, of forests, the scent of rain, and the feeling of home.

Of an Omega who spoke his mind and of the scent that marked me.

The Omega who felt warm in my arms, his needy desire so evident on his face when he looked up at me.

I wasn’t aware I had brought my forearm up to my mouth until my orgasm ripped through me.

I felt the sharp pain of my canines slicing into my forearm, biting myself as my rut rode itself out, blood dripping onto my thigh and onto the comforter.

I struggled to gather my bearings, panting as I leaned back on to my heels and looked at the mess on my bed sheets.

A mixture of blood and semen that I knew I had to wash immediately, or the blood stains would set in, but my brain was elsewhere, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to survive roughly 15 weeks of this.

Sighing, I began to withdraw from the toy, only to stop when I felt a slight painful tug at the base of my cock. The fuck? I tried again and was immediately met with a sharper pain. Hissing, I looked down and realized, with shock, that the first thing I ever knotted was a cheap silicone toy.

It took forever for the swelling of my knot to subside, even after standing under the spray of the cold shower I forced myself into.

I stood under that spray for what felt like hours, contemplating my situation as if it would have given satisfactory answers, and instead all it did was give me a headache.

When the toy finally fell to the tile with an odd deep squelch, I groaned at the release of pressure and the embarrassment before washing the offensive silicone and turning the shower off.

Stripping my bedsheets, the sweater I had worn tumbled to the ground, Aidyn’s scent still faintly woven into the fabric.

Like some sort of creeper, I grabbed a Ziploc bag from the kitchen before folding the sweater and sealing it in plastic, praying that its “unbeatable seal technology” would lock his scent away like a memento.

I placed the bag in the bottom of my dresser as my phone chimed with a call from Ryan, asking if I could go out for some drinks tonight.

The idea of drinking on a school night didn’t really appeal, but the self-love session I had hadn’t released any of the tension in my body.

The next best thing was alcohol. I agreed to meet him at the bar we frequented often and wasted no time in ordering myself a beer and taking a seat at the bar.

Morgan’s was located between our apartments, and we had been coming here since college, often drinking away the stress of finals and the pain of Ryan’s many breakups.

I swear, he was so bad at relationships that the bartenders started to know our names and orders, which was awkward and made me feel like an alcoholic.

The bar was rather cliché in design, with dark fabrics and wooden beams with low lighting and music that was way too loud half the time.

Simple and average, which is kind of what I liked about it, plus its location was perfect for Ryan and me.

Taking a swig of my beer, I started doom-scrolling through social media when the chair beside me shifted.

Looking up, I expected to see Ryan, but instead, I found a petite man with curly black hair pulled back at the temples, tied into place by a rubber band at the back of his head.

He set his motorcycle helmet on the bar counter before he acknowledged the bartender, ordering himself a beer.

I stood at around six foot two, where this guy probably didn’t come up to my shoulder like Aidyn did.

Everything about him seemed small and delicate, ethereal like an elf.

If size played any part in the stereotype, I would bet he was an Omega.

But I had met a few short king Alphas that I wouldn’t be putting any money on that bet.

“I’m sorry, but that seat is taken,” I replied, setting my phone face down on the bar.

The man turned a brilliant set of sapphire blue eyes on me, a corner smile on his lips as he rested his chin in his palm, his elbow on the countertop. “I know. By Ryan Easton, right?’

“Yea, how did you —”

“He told me you’d be here tonight. He told me where I should meet you and that I would find you at the bar, probably already a beer in hand, not paying attention to the world around him.”

“Ah, I see what this is. Remind me to kill him later.” I drained the rest of my beer and ordered another one.

Ryan had a really fucking nasty habit of trying to set me up with people he thought I’d be interested in. He hadn’t done it in a few months, so I figured he’d given up. Apparently he hadn’t.

“I’m Sterling,” his voice taking on a sultry tone before nodding to the bartender when he brought our drinks.

“I don’t care.”

“Ryan already told me your name, so there is no need to tell me yours.”

“How nice of Ryan to tell you so much about me, yet I know nothing about you.” I wasn’t trying to be rude; Sterling did nothing wrong, but I was annoyed the more he opened his mouth. Ryan had lied to set me up, and I was going to kill him.

Sterling chuckled, unaffected by my annoyed behavior, and turned more towards me, plucking the bar menu from its stand between us and glancing over it.

“Ryan works with my sister at the clinic. I mentioned I had a free night since my buddies canceled on me, and he suggested I come here instead. He said anything I purchase is on him, so why don’t we both go nuts? ”

While the idea of draining Ryan’s wallet on a blind date sounded enticing, doing so with Sterling next to me made it less so.

There wasn’t anything wrong with Sterling, but he wasn’t Aidyn, and I had zero interest in letting Sterling believe that this could be something more.

If I was going to have a third beer, I should probably put something into my system, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

The food here honestly wasn’t bad, but it was limited since this was a basic bar.

Mainly fried foods and wings that pair nicely with a beer of your choosing.

I planned to call Ryan once I left here, intending to rip him a new asshole.

When the hostess at the bar took Sterling’s order, he ordered a basket of pretzel bites and some onion rings, but I waved her off when she glanced at me.

“Look,” I finally said. “I’m sure you’re a really nice guy, but I’m simply not interested. Rack up the highest bill you can on Ryan’s tab and enjoy your night.”