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Oh, he fucked up. He fucked up big time.
Porsche slowly sat up wincing at the pain shooting through his bottom. No longer experiencing the pain dulling hormones of his heat, Porsche could feel every inch of the rough animalistic sex he’d been having the last two days. It was the first heat he’d spent with an alpha, with anyone actually. (Not that he was a stranger to sex, it’s just usually he was the one topping and he preferred betas or other omegas. In his experience alphas were after all egotistical chest pounding assholes who felt that omegas were nothing more than helpless needy little creatures that were only useful for knotting and breeding. Not that Porsche was prejudice or anything…) He’d been on heat suppressors for the past 8 years, how in the hell did he have one? And, more concerning, who the fuck was the alpha he spent it with?
Said alpha was sleeping soundly next to him, Porsche took a deep breath and looked over. Okay, well, at least he was hot. The guy was pale, with well-defined features, ridiculously thick eyebrows, and a very built torso from what Porsche could see and what he could remember the alpha also had a very long thick… stop it. Porsche rubbed his face with his hands and then gingerly got out of bed. Looking down at his body, Porsche grimaced at all the red bite marks and finger shaped bruises. At least he was clean, his alp- the alpha must have cleaned him up after that last round, despite his irritation at the whole situation his inner omega was extremely satisfied. Although his instincts were screaming at him to get back in bed and let the alpha take care of him. He should be pampered after his heat, as any omega should be. Shaking those thoughts and feeling from his head, Porsche focused on finding his clothes as quickly and quietly as possible, grabbing his phone and getting the hell out there.
The journey home was a blur, although Porsche was certain he had gotten more than a few knowing looks that he pointedly ignored although they definitely heightened his anxiety. At least the strong scent of his- the alpha, a mixture of whiskey and thunderstorms, kept anyone from approaching him. By the time Porsche made it into the safety of his home, he felt weak and dizzy. He crawled up the stairs and into the bathroom desperate for a shower. Taking a brief look in the mirror, head snapping back up when he saw it.
Oh fuck. Porsche pulled his shirt to side not caring that he was completely stretching out the neck of one of his good shirts. Oh fuck.
A bite mark. On his mating gland.
Fuck.
Porsche hung his head over the sink, this was why he suppressed his for the last 8 years of his life. He was now mated to some random ass alpha he met at that stupid club Jom and Tem had talked him into going too. An alpha he just ditched at some fancy ass hotel. There had to be a way out of this. Bonds were breakable right? That thought sent a searing pain through his entire body radiating from the mating mark. Gods this was a fresh bond mark, how the hell could the idea of separation hurt so much already. Porsche’s heart started racing, he felt a wave of heat blast through him and suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe. A whine tore through his throat as the only words running through his head were ‘Alpha, alpha, need alpha’.
He was so fucked.
Once he felt like he wasn’t going to die, Porsche climbed into the shower and fought against his instincts as he tried to scrub away the sent of his- ugh that alpha. That alpha that was definitely not his. No. Even if he was attracted to Porsche there was no way he’d actually want to be mated to Porsche. Omegas were supposed to be dainty and delicate. Two words that had never used to describe Porsche. Every alpha that had shown him the slightest bit of attention had made it very clear that he was the type of omega they wanted to fuck, to dominate just to say they had, not to mate. The alpha he abandoned would surely be no different.
Feeling far too vulnerable and emotionally raw from being fresh off his heat, Porsche couldn’t fight off the tears as he crumbled in the tub. The hot spray of the shower fell against his back as his entire body heaved with each sob wracked through him. How had he ended up here? Why was his life so shitty? It hadn’t started out this way.
The Kittisawat household had been filled with love and laughter, there was a warmth that seemed to be infused within the very walls and floorboards of the two-story home. Porsche could remember the easy summer days spent running in the yard chasing after a giggling Porchay and Mama. The cool winter days they’d spend indoors building forts and nests and fighting pretend monsters. It his memories it seemed rather perfect, although he knows that’s not the truth. He was quite the naughty child after all, and he didn’t always want to his little brother tagging along.
But one day their lovely little family of four became a terrified broken family of two. Two unpresented orphans. All that was left was Porsche 12 and Porchay 7.
There was an uncle who they’d never met who stepped forward to take care of them, Arthee. In the beginning Porchay had clung to his older brother, he’d whimper and silently cry anytime he was alone. It would have annoyed Porsche before, but every time he looked at his little brother’s big soft brown eyes, he could only think of his mother. His gentle warm mother who always kissed his hurts and dried his tears. He would have to do that Porchay now. It’s what she would want.
Arthee was not equipped to raise children, had no idea what he was doing so Porsche had to grow up very quickly and become Porchay’s parent. With little money coming in, he took odd jobs to help out, becoming more and more of a street kid every day. Being exposed to the streets meant Porsche saw and heard far more than a young kid ever should. But he kept his head down and minded his business. If he pissed off or insulted the wrong person, there was no one who would protect him.
Everyone believed Porsche would present as an alpha, like his father, when he turned 17 years old. He was tall and strong, won every fight he got into, and very was protective of his younger brother. It simply made the most sense, although it was possible that he’d be a beta, like his uncle. Even Porsche hope and prayed that he’d be an alpha or a beta, it would be for the best. Living in the world he did, he knew being an omega would only make things that much harder. But days before his 17th birthday Porsche knew. He knew he wasn’t the lucky kind.
When Porsche returned to school half the kids thought it was a joke and the other suddenly felt entitled to his body. Alphas and other unpresented kids that he’d beat the shit out of before kept trying to corner him and assuming he’d just roll over and present. Dumbasses. The fights were constant for about a month before they all realized that being an omega didn’t make him a submissive slut that would let anyone bed him.
As he got older it didn’t get much better, but being an omega meant he got paid more in the fighting rings. It was risky being an unmated omega and letting his scent out at underground fighting rings, but he was on heavy heat suppressants. Also, he had to take risks when they were so far in debt, and he also needed to pay for Porchay’s schooling, their suppressants and scent blockers, put food on the table, and keep the lights on. When he wasn’t at the fights Porsche used scent blockers. He easily passed for an Alpha or Beta when his scent was hidden.
Which is why his heat hitting him so suddenly and strongly at that club made no sense. Porsche was always incredibly careful about taking heat suppressants. He hadn’t actually experienced a heat since he presented as an omega. He’d been on the dance floor five drinks in him when the finest alpha he’d ever seen had approached. His scent was enticing and strong covering up the many other scents that had been whirling around the club. His presence demanded everyone in the club pay attention, yet the alpha’s entire focus was on Porsche. Despite Porsche's most basic rule; avoid all alphas no matter what, a subtle rush of heat in his veins suppressed his better judgement. A rush he couldn't identify because he had only experienced a heat once 8 years ago.
Porsche sat in the shower for the better part of an hour before deciding to get out and search online for a way to break a new mating bond. He knew there had to be a way and no doubt the alpha would feel relieved when it broke. Grateful even, Porsche imagined. Yes, he would break the bond and the two of them would never meet again and everything would just go back to normal.
Right?