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Piers always thought he would be an alpha, but he never imagined he would be presented as an omega instead. Now it was time for the tournament where the alphas would fight each other and pick their prize of whichever omega they wanted first. He was pissed that he couldn’t even pick the alpha he would want to mate with.

Piers was sent away from the town where he grew up with his mother, he never knew his father who was killed right after he was born, and the only stories he knew about him were the ones his mother would tell him. She would also tell him the stories of the pit ring that would happen every six months.

In the pit ring, the alphas from different hybrids would compete for omegas. There were different types of breeds around the regions, and they all gathered for a three week competition for the alpha to prove themselves among each other as well as find their omega partner. The omega were only good for being prized trophies and making offspring. They were weak and didn’t have any say, they were the lowest class of the group.

Piers was pissed that his genetics caused him to become an omega, he’d learned to fight and acted more of an alpha than an omega. It just happened so suddenly, he was in bed, still fast asleep when he suddenly awoke covered in sweat and burning up. His pajamas were covered in sweet, fruit scented come and he was dripping so much of it. His body was demanding to be mounted that very moment. He stayed the whole morning in the shower trying to calm down his fever and wash off the come. He had to jerk himself to exhaustion so that his body would stop wanting to go out to the street and bend over with his ass up in the air for any alpha that would want to mount him.

Piers had been put on a special type of pill, it was almost the same as birth control, but it was to prevent him from going into heat every second. The only way to get the pill was to go to the clinic to register as omega into the city systems, and to be drafted to the pit ring. He had no choice and he hadn't had much time to say goodbye to his mother, either. He was on his way to the big city where it all would take place,and hybrids of all species would gather.

Piers was a brown wolf hybrid, he got the wolf side from his father since his mother was a white dove hybrid. He wished he could have been born a dove, to be able to fly in the sky and get far away from everything that was going to be happening soon.Usually, the offspring would be what their alpha parents were, and Piers wondered what type of hybrid his mate would be.

He looked out the window, watching as the trees passed them by on their bus ride full of omegas. He had to admit that it was really nice getting out of his small town and getting to travel at least once.

“Welcome to Raccoon City.” Piers whispered as he saw a green welcome sign they drove by. They were getting so close to the city, and the new life changing event for him.

“Hey.” A soft spoken voice made Piers' ear twitch and then turn in the direction of the sound to see a brown hair cat hybrid. She appeared more scared than nervous, her tail was fluffed up. “Want a piece of gum?” She held out a pack towards him.

“Thank you.” Piers took a stick and started to unwrap it and look at her again. “Nervous too, huh? It will be all alright when we get there.” He placed the gum in his mouth and started to chew, only just then did he realize how dry his mouth had become from the nerves. “What’s your name? I’m Piers Nivans.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

“It’s Rebecca Chambers.” She took his hand, then sighed. “You seem so collected. You’re not even breaking a sweat. I’m so scared coming here, I'd rather be back home with my family.”

“Same, Rebecca, I just want to be with my mother back home, too.” He frowned, understanding how she felt. “We’ll get to see them during the holidays at least, and visit them, too. Maybe it won’t be as bad. If we are lucky, we’ll get gentle alphas.” He was trying hard to make himself believe it and hoped to help her as well.

“It would be really nice if we could find someone caring rather than making us their bitches and prized trophies.” Rebecca sighed and leaned her head back against her seat. “Too bad we couldn’t be a beta. Even if they're not highly respected, they at least have a choice in who their mate is, and decide if they want to become an ‘omega’ in the relationship.”

“I would have loved being a damn beta.” He sighed and looked at her and gave a smile. “You’re cute, you would be claimed by a very strong alpha; the stronger they are the more money in their bank.” He was teasing about that and chuckled.

“All I need is an alpha sugar daddy.” She made a gagging sound and stuck her tongue out, teasing back. “I really don’t want an old alpha. They will have a pack of omegas giving birth constantly for them.” She frowned, remembering their new life up ahead.

Piers sighed again and lowered his head and thought about that. “Yeah, the fucked up thing is that’s all we would be in their eyes. Baby making machines until we are not able to anymore, then we’ll get kicked to the side as their servant, or raise their new offsprings.” He made a fist, making his knuckles turn white and tried to hold in the anger, wanting to attack the bus driver.

“The only positive outcome of this is the money our families make off of us. Even if I need to surrender all my freedom, at least I know the money will be sent to them when this is all done.” Rebecca's ears folded to the side and she lowered her head even more.

“Yeah, the money will be good for my mother and our farm, too.” Piers looked to the side and saw the first gas station that he had seen for miles. “If you’d like, maybe we could become friends during the tournament so we won’t be lonely.” Piers smiled warmly at her. “It won’t be so bad if we got each other to talk to, and to watch each other's backs.”

“I would like that very much. I really want a friend right now. I would love to be hugged, pet and told I’m perfectly safe.” Rebecca frowned and looked at Piers, hoping he took the hint that she just wanted to be held for now.

“Come here, Rebecca.” Piers smiled and slid to the side of his seat, welcoming her to come over and sit with him.

“Thanks, Piers.” Rebecca moved over to sit beside him. She lowered her head, inviting him to pet, or even stroke, her hair if he wanted to.

“You’re welcome, Rebecca.” Piers smiled and pulled her closer to hug, and softly started to stroke her hair. IT was difficult to resist petting a cat hybrid,they were too adorable.

Rebecca started making a low purring sound as Piers pet her. She cuddled against him and started to doze off.

Piers stroked her short brown hair and let her sleep against him. At least she was calm now, but he was still a nervous wreck. He kept looking out the window as the bus started to enter the city. Being a country boy, the city sure was big and loud. His ears folded to the side, listening to the background noise of the city, it was making him more anxious. He tried to focus on Rebecca’s purr and continued to her. Piers wished he was the one being petted and fast asleep in someone else's arms.

The bus stopped in front of a large, towering building and they opened the door for a female white cat hybrid to step inside. Piers could tell she was a beta, she exuded an ‘I’m better than you’ vibe, and her style of fashion said she wasn’t afraid of being groped, either; her breasts were about to pop out of her white dress.

“Welcome, my dear little omegas, to the Umbrella Corp. Here is your first stop before entering the tournament’s prize line. I’ll be taking you to a clinic to run a few tests, just to make sure you're free of any diseases. We’ll also be making sure that you are able to breed, which hybrids you will be compatible with, and which you’ll be the most compatible with. My name is Excella Gionne and if you would, follow me inside.” She stepped off the bus and walked towards the sliding doors of the building.

Piers shook Rebecca's shoulder gently. “Hey, wake up, we’re here already. We need to get off.” He looked at the other omegas who started a line to get off the bus.

Rebecca opened her eyes and looked out the window. “I don’t want to get off the bus.” She clung to Piers, refusing to get up.

“We have to, Rebecca, let's get this over with. We’ll be together, okay?” Piers rubbed her head and then stood up, waiting for her to get up.

Rebecca hissed, but she did get up. “Okay, we’ll stick together.” She started walking behind a male rat. A little part of her wanted to bounce on him and nibble his tail.

Piers placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it as he followed behind. “We’ll stick together, no matter what.” He inhaled deep, feeling his tail going between his legs, afraid of getting off. Piers took his first step off of the bus and followed the others in a straight line, waiting for a command.

Excella looked at her clipboard and counted them, making sure they were all there. “Wonderful, you’re all counted and present. Follow me and keep your mouths shut like the good little omegas you’ll become.” She chuckled and stepped inside, they followed closely, but none of them said anything. She stopped in front of an elevator and pressed the button. “Such a bunch of lovely darlings.” Her eyes focused on the rat and made a face. “Well, some of you are cute.” Excella stepped to the side as the elevator opened. “Now get in, we’ll be heading to the clinic first. I can already tell some of you will be disease carriers.” She had a bitter change of voice.

The red hair rat rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, he knew she was talking about him. He mumbled something under his breath, but no one else could hear what he said.

Piers wanted to punch her in the face, every time he heard her voice it made his blood boil. Without much of a choice, Piers took a step off of the elevator, and took hold of Rebecca’s hand, keeping her beside him. “I don’t really like her.” He whispered it low, only for Rebecca to hear.

“The same, and we only just met her. She’s already getting on my nerves.” Rebecca glared and stood beside Piers. “Picking on the poor rat, what a bitch.”

“Yeah, if she continues, I’ll put a stop to it.” Piers never liked seeing someone weak getting picked on by anyone. Even if he was an omega now, he still had the body build to be able to take on any beta, but he wasn’t strong enough to face an alpha. Thankfully, Excella was just a beta, so bringing her down from her high horse wouldn’t be too hard.

“I would like to see that, a lot.” Rebecca chuckled and slowly reached to grab the rat tail, but Piers stopped her before she could. “Sorry, I just want to grab it.” She whispered softly.

“Better leave him alone, he might be salty from Excella.” Piers smiled at her and leaned against the elevator wall as it started to move.

As they reach to the bottom floor, the doors open for them to step out. Piers found it weird how their clinic would be at the bottom of the building.

“I’ll have the girls follow me, and the boys will be following Dr. William Birkin.” Excella stood beside a blond alligator hybrid in a white lab coat, he was also holding a clipboard. His skin was covered in green scales and his tail was long and covered in small spikes.

“Follow me.” William started walking down a different hallway and didn't seem to care if they followed or not, he looked like he just wanted to go back to research. Piers sighed, he didn’t want to leave Rebecca behind,but he had no choice.

“I’ll meet up with you soon, okay?” He softly rubbed the top of her head before he started to follow the others.

“I hope we can see each other soon.” Rebecca made a sad little whimper as she watched him walk away and then followed Excella.

Piers followed the other omegas and stopped when William did, he turned his attention to them. “I want each of you in a separate room and remove all of your clothing. I’ll be coming in and examining each one of you individually.” William looked down at the clipboard and wrote down some notes. “Hurry up, I have more important things to attend to.” He snapped at how long they were taking.

Piers growled softly and took the room nearest to him and closed the door behind him. It was a small, regular patient room similar to the ones he had seen before. He started to undress himself and took a seat on the exam table. It wasn’t too long before he started to hear random, loud whimpers and crying from other rooms.

“What the hell is he doing to them?” Piers felt a little scared, the cries were coming closer to his room.

William opened the door and stepped inside alongside a man, or was it a woman, it was so hard to tell at times for Piers.

“You’re Piers Nivans, correct? “William looked at the cart with his photo attached. “This is Doctor James Marcus, we’ll be examining you to make sure you’re a fit and healthy omega.”

“Ah, yes, I’m Piers, sir.” Piers kept his eyes on James for a while longer.

At least that mystery was solved; James was definitely a man. It was really hard to tell what kind of hybrid he was, he looked more like the ancient human race. Humans went extinct a long time ago, after a viral outbreak many centuries ago. The virus mutated humans into zombies. The few remaining humans started experimenting with animal DNA due to their immunity to the virus, and to create the hybrids. The hybrids seemed immune to any form of human virus and diseases; although, there were some still able to infect them, but nothing as deadly as T-Virus.

“I want you to get on the bed, on all fours, and spread your legs apart.” William walked over and grabbed a pair of gloves and put them on before he opened a drawer and took out something.

Piers hesitated, already feeling very uncomfortable being completely naked front of them both. James' eyes never left Piers, they didn’t even blink once when Piers glimpsed at him. Piers didn’t even know if he was an alpha or a beta, he was usually good at picking up on that.

“What are you waiting for, Piers?” William sounded annoyed with how long it was taking Piers to follow a simple command.

Piers grunted and got on all fours on the bed for him and lowered his head, he felt so humiliated being in such a position. The faster it happened, the quicker Piers could put on his clothes and be reunited with Rebecca.

William moved behind Piers first and started to examine his tail, making sure there were no sign of missing patches, or any sort of diseases that could be easily spotted. William was satisfied with his healthy tail, his hand slowly traveling, rubbing Piers’ spine and checking for any dislocated bone.

Piers’ bit down on his tongue, really disliking the feel of William’s gloved hand touching him. Piers growled low and turned his head to the side and stared at the wall.

William’s hands moved to check Piers’ ears and hair as well, checking for anything out of ordinary.

“So far perfect.” William grabbed Piers by the chin and turned his head to look at him. “Open your mouth wide, pup.”

“I’m not a pup.” Piers glared at him, but opened his mouth wide enough for William.

William didn’t seem to care about what he had to say, he was more focused on checking his fangs and teeth for any cavities.

“Good, pup, you know how to brush.” William smirked and moved to feel Piers’ throat, giving it a tight squeeze to remind Piers that he was weakling. “Don’t talk back to me again.”

Piers let out a gasp, whimpered and tilted his head back, trying to get William to knock it off, but he got the hint. “ I’m so-sorry...it won’t happen again.”

“Good, pup, quick to learn. That’s a really good thing.” William released his grip and started moving his hands again, touching Piers’ nipples, pinching and pulling them hard, wanting to see how sensitive they were.

Piers let out a low moan while digging his nails into the paper on the bed, ripping it. Piers’ nipples were quickly hardened from his rough touch. It wasn’t the only thing that was going to get hard if William kept playing with them. It made Piers more upset with how quick his body was a whore for any touch from anyone.

William seemed bored of it and moved away, going back behind Piers’ bottom. William rubbed his nice pair of peach cheeks together and looked at the juices that had begun slowly leaking from his penis from beneath him.

“I almost forgot about those.” William grabbed a measuring tape and started to check for the size and length of his balls. William seemed more interested in measuring the length of the cock more. “Little big for an omega, but not uncommon. Could easily reduce the size of your dick if your apha wants that fixed.”

Piers couldn’t take much more of William and his hands all over him. Piers’ cock dripped more pre-come, and it was a sweet fluid, the scent was a sign of his soon-to-be mating cycle, and Piers would be ready for mounting. Piers felt sick to his stomach with how badly he needed a cock inside of him at that moment. Maybe William would be kind enough and just play with Piers a little to help relieve his need to mate. But it was true, his dick was a little too big for being an omega, even if it was just a six inch, it was still a little bigger than it should be.

“I’m done with him, it’s your turn James.” William took the gloves off and started to write on the chart the results of his exam and then stood to the side of the room.

James moved closer towards the back of Piers’ rear end, which was still in the air. A hymn started to fill the quiet room, and Piers' ears jerked up to the sound. It had to be James; it started right after William moved to the side, and the sound was terrifying. Something wasn’t right and Piers could feel it in his gut.

James opened his robe wide, his body was covered with some sort of slimy leeches that fell from his body and quickly made their way up the bed.

“Young one, don’t fear my leeches, invite them inside. They’ll aid you during your fertilization and make sure the first night you’ll conceive.” James chuckled as he stood back and watched as his precious leeches made their way up the bed.

Piers felt the slimy creatures moving quick up his legs. It was happening too quickly, and he had no time to react to what was happening. The first couple of leeches found their way inside his ass, and he could feel them crawling inside, even if he was a virgin, they managed to slip themselves into the thin needle-like fit without opening him. The other couple found their way inside his dick hole, climbing up inside his sack, dissolving to help continue to make uncontrollable come and heat scent, to make his arousal last longer. The last remaining leeches found their way inside Piers' nipples to force lactation to begin, it was too soon for that stage to happen, but it made no difference.

Piers finally knew what the others had been crying and screaming about. His body was burning up hotter and the force changes were hurting too much to keep quiet. Piers curls up to a ball on the bed holding himself, wanting it to stop wanting someone to put him out of his misery. It hurt so much, his body felt like it was getting ripped open, and the changes were happening too quickly. He was leaking from his dick, ass and now even his nipples. The room was filled with pheromones of the heat coming off Piers.

“This process will take twenty-four hours to complete. You’ll become universal to mate with the other hybrids. As I’ve already said, the first night you’ll be able to carry. If you can make it during the change; only half of the male omegas will survive this phase. I’ll check on you tomorrow and I hope you’ll be alive, Piers. You’ll make someone a lovely omega pup bitch.”

William chuckled and stepped out the door with James, turning the lights off and locking the door behind him and leaving Piers alone in the dark to cry and to scream in pain, wanting it all to come to an end. The hallways in the clinic were filled with cries from the other omega hybrids. Piers hoped that Rebecca hadn’t suffered the same fate as them.

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It had been more than twenty-six hours since the last time Piers saw William or James. They had left Piers to his own fate to see if he could withstand the trial of change. All night, the cries of the other omegas echoed throughout the hallway. By early morning, there were less cries, meaning there had been a couple who had died during the process.

Piers laid on the floor covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. His body was burning up and he felt like he was being cooked alive. He wanted a glass of cold water, but at the same time , wanted to be screwed by anyone. At this point, Piers had gone completely berserk, losing all sense of reason. Nothing mattered anymore.

The door opened and the lights were turned back on. A soldier wearing a gas mask walked inside, it was to block the scent of the pheromones. He stared down at Piers and lifted the walkie talkie.

“The brown wolf is still alive.” The man said.

The voice of William could be heard from walkie talkie, “Excellent, Hunk.”

Piers lifted his head and looked at Hunk. He was a dire wolf; a rare hybrid. They are known to be stronger and almost always male. The females were most rare to be born dire wolves. This excited Piers more, he thought about Hunk on top of him as Piers crawled little closer to his boot and rubbed his cheek against it. He lifted his bottom up in the air, teasing by wiggling it.

Hunk looked somewhat amused by the way Piers had reacted to his presence. Hunk shoved Piers to the side with his boot.

“Control yourself, wolf.” Hunk chuckled and crossed his arms looking down at him.

Piers growled at being shoved away and looked up at him, but then moved back to the boot as if it hadn’t happened. Piers leaned to the tip of the boot and started licking it. Piers looked back up at him. He could barely see Hunk’s eyes, but he thought he could see they were blue. Piers started to make low groans, wanting to be taken by him already. Hunk would be the champion and win him in the tournament, it was the only thing Piers could think about.

Hunk tilted his head to the side, finding the smaller wolf’s behavior amusing. Hunk lifted his foot and placed it on the back of Piers’ neck and pushed him to the floor. He wasn’t putting too much pressure, he just wanted to tease him a little more.

Piers growled, not enjoying being treated that way. Even if his chin touched the floor, his eyes remained locked on Hunk. Piers lifted his bottom up more even though he was being held down. He couldn’t stop showing off himself.

“Fuck me now.” Piers begged him, not wanting to wait any longer.

Hunk chuckled and shook his head, it was the best part of his job to witness omega beg for attention. A second soldier walked in the room, he was smaller than Hunk and dressed differently.

“Captain, you shouldn’t be playing with them.” He sounded more annoyed, even more when he brought his gaze down at Piers. “Have some control over yourself, wolf.”

“Let him be, Vector.” Hunk chuckled, always like Vector to get jealous when omega’s tried throwing themselves at him. “Since you’re here, you can take him to the shower and get him washed up. I have much more important things to do right now.”

Vector sighed and nodded, obliging the order from him. “Yes captain. After you’re done perhaps we could have lunch today.” Vector swayed his tail to the side, he was a german shepherd hybrid.

“We’ll see if I have the time, Vector.” Hunk looked down at Piers a little longer before he removed his foot. “Get him cleaned up and take him to the cage room with the others that made it. Have the cleaning crew clean the rooms and toss the dead ones in the furnace.” Hunk placed a hand on Vector's shoulder and gave a squeeze before he stepped out the door.

Vector looked down at Piers and sighed. He reached down and grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up.

“C’mon, let’s get you rinsed off.” Vector didn’t really care if Piers could stand on his own two feet, he dragged him out of the room.

Piers could barely stand let alone balance himself. He tumbled, feeling every nerve in his body jolting. Being completely sensitive, his body filled with the rush lust. Piers whimpered and followed Vector to the door before he stumbled onto the floor. Piers laid there and panted heavily as he tried to push himself back up onto his feet.

Vector sighed and stopped to stare at Piers on the ground, he really hated that part of his job. “ Hurry up you’re wasting my time wolf. “ He tapped his foot and crossed his arms and seemed much more annoyed.

Piers growled low at him, he really didn’t like how pushy he acted. He managed to get on all fours in the corner of his eye and something caught his attention. The room to the right of him was open and the rat hybrid from yesterday laid in the center of the room. His eyes were fog white and lifeless, tears of dried blood ran down to the cheek and from his nostrils, below his mouth was a mixture of old vomit and blood.

Piers’ eyes widened at the sight of a dead body in front of him. He felt sick to his stomach, and vomited up some bile, the only thing that was in his stomach. He wanted to cry, but his eyes were dry and he couldn't produce a single drop. His mother never told him this could happen, she might not have wanted to scare him with the truth that he could die.

“Dammit, wolf, you’re not supposed to see that.” Vector sighed. A little part of him felt sorry for the dead omega in the room, a waste of a good mate.

He grabbed the doorknob and closed the door. He reached down and grabbed Piers and lifted him up on his feet again. Knowing that Piers would just fall back down on his feet, he decided to carry him bridal style to the shower room. Piers wasn’t heavy, so it was easy for Vector to carry him.

Piers curled against Vector’s arms, even if it was just to take him to the place he needed to be, it still felt good being held by someone; however, he still couldn’t get the image of the dead guy out of his head. He wished he knew his name, or at least talked to him in his final moments of life. Now the clean up crew would just toss him out like trash cause he couldn’t pass the test.

The shower room was huge and mixed with the female and male omegas. Piers was a little annoyed at the fact that they had mixed them together. He tried to look for Rebecca, but it was hard with all of them in the center curled up against each other. Vector had placed him at the end of the circle and walked away when his job was done.

Piers found himself being pulled into a hug from behind, he felt a pair of breasts pushed against his back and it made him groan a little. Whoever was hugging him reached over to nibble on his ear, and it made Piers lose it and cause him to moan, lust raising again. A gentle purr tingled against his ear and caused him to melt into the touch, and his member started to come some more. A pair of hands reached down and started to stroke his member, she was being very gentle and slow as she kept nibbling on the tip of his ear.

The loud machine began to turn on and the buzzing shushed every omega up. Piers looked up at the ceiling to see what looked like the same device you could find in a car wash started to release cold water on them. It felt like heavy bricks were falling on top of Piers, causing him to lean down on his knees. A couple of the other hybrids laid on their stomach as they were knocked down by the heavy water.

Once the water stopped after a few minutes, but it felt longer than that, a soldier dressed the same as the last two Piers saw came out. The hybrid soldier, who looked like a bull with long horns poking out of a special made helmet just for him. On his back was a large tank and he held a hose that he aimed at them and started to spray them with a white, foamy soap. It just made it worse for them all; a few slipped and others got the soap in their eyes. The soldier stopped after he got each omega covered in soap and then he walked to the door. The roar of the machine started up, echoing in the room, they all knew what was coming next and another downpour of icy cold water hit them.

Once it all came to an end, Piers tried to sit and recompose himself. At least he felt cleaner, even a little more cooler from the fever and from the rollercoaster of forceful heat thanks to James and the leeches.

Piers remembered about the hand job and nibbles from the girl he just received. He wanted to know who it was. He turned his head and he looked down at the very wet brown haired girl who was laying on her stomach behind him. The more he looked at her, he eventually saw the cat tail and ears, his heart began to race when he realized it was Rebecca. The sweet, scared cat hybrid from yesterday was now a very horny omega.

Rebecca looked up at Piers, her eyes widened when she realized she had just touched her new friend. She felt ashamed, but was more turned on by the thought of touching him. Rebecca tried to sit up, she wanted to press herself against him again. She wanted to touch him and feel him inside of her.

“P-Piers.” She could only manage a soft whisper of his name, her throat was dry. She had received the same treatment by the leeches from James as well.

The door opened again, William was the first to enter, he wore a gas mask as well, and a female walked in shortly behind him. She had long blonde hair tied in a low ponytail over her shoulder. She was also wearing a gas mask. She was a horse hybrid and Piers could see her long pointed ears highly risen as well as her long blonde tail that didn’t move, it was so still and stiff. She walked around the circle of omega who were gathering in a little group and trying to keep warm from the cold.

“Only seven females and five males survived, how disappointing,” said the woman. “There are too many alpha entering the tournament this time. We need to find something less aggressive than James’ leeches, another method with a higher success rate.” She sounded annoyed and she clearly wasn’t pleased at all. The woman crossed her arms and looked at William.

“I’m working on that, Annette. James can handle the tests, but I’m working on a new vaccine.” William sighed and looked down at the pile of hybrids. “It would be a good thing if you think about it, we’re removing the weak. They wouldn’t produce healthy offspring now, and there would be more sick babies being born.” William scratched the back of his head , he knew that wouldn’t satisfy his wife. For now.

“William, there are more beta and alpha right now then omega. Unless we find a way to turn betas into carriers, I don’t see any other way to save more omega.” Even if they didn’t use James, the omega would give a sick baby. They might be immune to the virus, but unmixed breeding of a hybrid could affect the baby.

“If we didn't need to do these tournaments every six months, we could continue our experiments on Sherry. She is the key we need to save more omega lives,” William said as he walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Annette pushed his hand off her shoulder and used her tail to smack his tail once. William chuckled it off and looked at the omega once again. “We’ll save more of them soon, she is near completion.” He smiled under his mask, pleased with how close their daughter was to becoming the perfect, living cure.

“Sherry will be the answer to all of our problems.” She repeated what he wanted to hear, but deep down, she didn’t want to do that to their daughter. Even after all those tests and errors done to her body, Sherry still remained sweet and loveable towards her parents. “She will need to endure a little more and she’ll save many omega lives when we’re done.” Anette’s eyes traveled down to Piers and Rebecca for a moment. “We should move them to the cages before they get handys again.”

William lifted his right hand and signaled the soldiers to come inside. He walked towards the door before he remembered why they were there again. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Congratulations, you did it. You’ll all make the best pets for an alpha. You’ll breed many wonderful children. Am I missing anything?” William sounded like he gave the speech many times, his voice was monotone and uninterested.

“May you find happiness with your alpha,” Anette added to the final speech before she turned her attention to the door and walked out first. She didn’t want to stick around any longer when she and William could get back to work instead. She stepped passed William and the soldiers who were coming inside to take them to their new cells.

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Chris and Claire’s POV

A female bear-hybrid with auburn hair, paced back and forth whilst holding a piece of paper in her hand. She finally stopped in front of her brother's bedroom door and knocked softly. There was no answer so she knocked again.

“Chris, are you busy? I need to have a word with you.” Again, no answer. She sighed and shook her head, her brother must have his headphones in his ears again. She opened the door and took a peek inside. “Chris? I’m coming in. If you’re not decent I’m going to kick your butt!” She pouted when she received no answer. She opened the door all the way and looked around, but there was no Chris in sight.

“Damn it, Chris. Where did you go this time?” She sighed and turned around just in time to get the life scared out of her. Chris had been standing behind her the whole time and he couldn’t help but to laugh. The look on her face was priceless. “Chris! You could have given me a heart attack, don’t do that.” She pouted as he continued to laugh at her.

“S-Sorry, Claire, but you need to keep your guard up.” He attempted to stifle his chuckling, trying to calm down before she got upset.

Claire rolled her eyes and kept her hands behind her back which were holding the letter. “Where did you go anyway? Did you go out jogging?” She could see that he did before he answered since he was in his jogging clothes and covered in sweat.

“Yes, ma’am, I did. I needed to start my morning with a good jog and a protein drink.” He grabbed a towel from the back of a chair to wipe some of the sweat from his forehead. “Why were you looking for me, Claire?” He wondered what she was up to so early in the morning, there had to be a reason. He also noticed that her hands were behind her back. “What are you hiding?”

“Ahh...” Claire hesitated. “ Well, I received a letter today and, well...it is really good news, but I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”

“Is it the letter from the university you applied to?” He smiled big for her, but he was a little sad that she would need to move away from him.

“Oh, yeah, that letter. I didn’t get approved. Who would know punching the popular bitch at school cost me the ride to university. I’ll just go to a college near home. Happy, Chris?” She was a little sad about missing her chance to leave home, having wild parties, and not worrying about guys asking her out because her brother would always cock blocking her chance of getting a boyfriend.

“Claire, what are you hiding from me?” Chris crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s an approval letter, but it isn’t for me...but for you Chris. “ She smiled and held the letter out to him.

“What are you talking about, Claire? “ He took the piece of paper out of her hands, and the first thing he noticed was the Umbrella logo. His eyes read down and saw the words clear as day:

Congratulations, you have been enrolled into the tournament!

“Chris, before you blow a fuse, I thought that maybe it was a good thing since I’m going to be busy with college. You could win an omega to settle down with. Also, you can show off your strength to the other alphas.”

Chris’ eye twitched at the words his sister spoke. “Claire...I don’t want an omega. Not yet. I can’t afford another mouth to feed alone and I’ll need to get insurance if we have children, too.” His voice raised a little as he got more upset at the thought of it.

“Think of this way, since I’ll be going off to college, it will be the same as when you were feeding me.” Claire smiled. Even if he was upset, she wanted to calm him down. “Look, you're already signed up and the tournament is tomorrow. If you don’t want to win you can just lose.”

“It’s tomorrow?” Chris raised his voice again, that was too soon for him. “Why did you wait for the last minute to tell me, Claire ? I don’t have time to prepare! At least a week's notice would have been nice.” Chris exhaled sharply through his nostrils. “I’m not going to lose. Since when did a Redfield become a loser?”

“Never.” Claire grinned and grabbed Chris’ tablet from his bed. “Do you want to see the omegas listed on the website?” She sat on the edge of the bed and went to the official website. “I already took a peek and saw a cute little bunny boy I would love to win for myself. Suck I’m a beta or I would join in.”

He removed his shirt, showing off his pectoral muscles as he used the towel to wipe sweat from them. “ A bunny boy? I might win him and rub it in your face.” He smirked and took a seat beside her on the bed.

“That’d be so cruel if you did that, Chris.” She narrowed her eyes at him and held the tablet sideways for him to take a peek at the list. “It just updated this morning. You can see which one you want to fight for.”

Chris took the tablet and scanned through the photos and their bios listed below. He stopped and stared at Rebecca, a cat hybrid who would be cute. He scanned further down and stopped again when he saw the wolf.

“Piers Nivans.” He clicked on the photo to read his bio.

“A wolf? That’s interesting. “Claire peeked over and read it with him. “He really doesn’t look like an omega. He’s too muscular and the size of his...“ She shushed up not to say the word out loud.

Chris grunted, he knew what she almost said. “Yeah, it's a little bigger than a usual omega’s dick, I think.” Even if he said it out loud in front of his baby sister, it felt weird talking about it. “He would be the prize I’ll fight for. I want the challenge of mating him.” He made a disgusted face when he said that out loud to his sister.

“Oh, god, Chris.'' Claire's cheeks turned red as she could already picture it, her brother mounting the wolf on the very bed she sat on. “I’m going to stay with Jill for a week. I don’t need to be listening to whatever the two of you will be doing here. “She took her cell phone out of her pocket. “I’ll give Jill the head’s up that I’m staying over.”

Chris chuckled, happy that he got his sister back, even if it was something like that. “Yeah, I think it is the best thing. Fuck, I need to get some time off of work for this. I hope captain Wesker doesn’t mind.” He took his phone out as well to send out the text. “I’m going to hit the gym all day and train for tomorrow. Order take out or pizza cause I won’t be back anytime soon.” He stood up and grabbed his gym bag and a clean shirt to wear.

“You’re going to kick ass tomorrow, Chris!” She hopped to her feet and gave Chris a big bear hug from behind, growling happily.

“You better fucking believe it.” Chris chuckled and patted her arms and then headed out the door after she released him. “No boys over, got it?” He grabbed his car keys and stepped out of the apartment.

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The grand day finally arrived, and the stadium was filled with viewers that were excited to watch the alphas battle it out for an omega. It was as popular as the old human sports games were. Everyone tunes in to watch the battle of the hybrids as it had become a worldwide sport.

Chris had to be there very early in the morning to do the registration and get himself prepared for the challenges. Each of the alphas was placed into separate rooms, and no one would be allowed to interact with each other. It was so they didn’t know who was in the tournament or their weaknesses.

It would be mixed gender matches so the males could battle females. It didn’t matter the sex. Each hybrid could show great ability; even if most males were more muscle and strength, the females had the stamina and the speed. There was never a disadvantage when it came to battle.

Chris paced around the small room with a hospital bed, a chair, and a T.V mounted on the wall. The T.V were playing reruns from the last tournament from last year. The champion of that tournament had won a top omega that most all the alpha had been fighting for; a lovely white dove hybrid, her wings were most beautiful. The alpha that won her, on the other hand, was a komodo dragon, he was covered in scales, hairless and full of muscle.

The reruns came to an end, and the announcer came on with last year’s champion and his omega prize. As always, the announcer was a nice pair of tits hanging out of her dress - eye candy for the viewers at home.

“Welcome viewers from home! I’m Excella, and I will be your announcer for this month's tournament. It’s a lovely morning here at the Umbrella stadium! With me are last month's champion and his omega. Isn’t it great they had twins? Do you have any words you’d like to say to Diego or to your new alpha challengers?”

“Good luck, I suppose.” Diego seemed like it was a chore to be there; he didn’t want to participate since he wasn’t part of the tournament. “Let’s hope there is a lot of bloodshed.” He chuckled and crossed the arms, looking straight into the camera as he said it.

“Ooooh, let’s hope so! Make this one the best tournament of the decade !” Excella seemed very excited as she giggled into the mic. “Thank you, Diego. The games are about to begin!”

The dome which was located in the center of the stadium opened for the first round. It was a small forest inside the enormous stadium. The trees were artificial; however, the dirt and grass were real, and so were the stones lying around the arena. An ambience of wildlife sound was playing through a sound system to make the course appear to be the real deal.

“Will challengers fifteen and eight please come to the front?” Excella spoke on the speaker that was placed in each room of the alphas station in.

Chris looked down at the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It was identical to a fitness he owned back at home. The only difference between them was that this bracelet had the number seven and his bar heath, three green bars, and his heart rate. He sighed, uneasy about his upcoming fight. The voice in the back of his head was telling him just to drop out. A little part of him was scared of making himself look like a fool out there, and another part was the omega. Could he take care of another person?

“What a great start! Our first challengers are Eric, a twenty-six year old Eagle-Hybrid, and Liam, a twenty-nine year old Tiger-Hybrid. Rules are No outside weapons and no killing. Unless it’s an accident, then it’s totally fine with us!” Excella chuckled as the crowd roared with excitement for the first game to begin.

Chris grabbed a chair and placed it in the center of the room, and sat down to watch. His stomach filled with anxiety as he watched as the gates opened and the two challengers stepped out of the ring. A clock started to count down.

1...2...3 Start!

Eric had sandy blonde hair and was very tall and thin with a fair skin tone. Liam had black hair and was shorter, but he was muscular and was dark-skinned.

Eric spread his wings and ran before taking flight into the air, but it was difficult to move along the trees, which were in the way. Eric waited to find the perfect moment to strike down Liam as he stood on top of a tree branch and looked down at Liam.

Liam scanned the surrounding area with his enhanced vision before eventually spotting Eric in one of the trees. He dashed towards the tree and punched the trunk of the tree to shake him out and to cause Eric to fall from the branch he’d been perching on. Liam took a moment to pounce on top of Eric and punch him in the face.

Eric hissed and felt his nose break from the impact of his fist. He kicked Liam off of him and slashing at his calves and feet, digging his claws deep enough to cut through the fabric of his pants and cutting open his leg. Eric took the chance to get back up and leaped back into the air.

Liam roared in pain and bounced back, kicking off of the ground. Liam tried to jump to grab Eric before flying up any further but missed his leg by an inch.

Eric flew until he was high enough to dive down with his talons, ready to grab Liam. Eric didn’t give Liam enough time to react once he grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him into the air. Even if he was heavy to lift, that didn’t stop Eric from taking him at least twenty feet into the air before releasing Liam.

Liam managed to land on all fours, but not without breaking a few fingers and toes. He hissed from the pain, but shook it off and eyed Eric, waiting for him to try that again. This time he would be ready for him.

Eric flew down again, ready to pick Liam up for a second time. Liam waited for the perfect moment to leap from the ground to grab Eric by the leg and yank him down. Liam grabbed both of Eric's feet and spun him in a circle before letting go and sent Eric flying against a tree. The impact was so powerful that it dislocated Eric's left-wing, he cried out in pain.

Liam dashed towards the fallen man and used his razor-sharp claws to slash at him. They ripped apart Eric's shirt and sliced a deep cut into his flesh. Eric pushed Liam off once again and got back on his feet. Although he was in a lot of pain, Eric tried to remain focused on Liam. His wrist bracelet blinked red to indicate how much damage Eric had taken.

Eric couldn’t seem to focus his vision, there appeared to be two of Liam. Eric waited for him to make the first move, and eventually, Liam charged at him once more, throwing wild punches to his face and stomach. Eric tried his best to block each hit, but it was a little too late for some. The final punch sent Eric to the ground and he was instantly unconscious from the blow.

“It looks like we got ourselves the first champion of the Tournament!” Excella said into the mic.

A group of medics came and took Eric away as Liam was escorted through the other door. The dome came over as they changed to the next stage; this time, it was going to be jungle-themed.

“Next round would number seven and three please come to the gate.” The speaker in the room echoed.

It took a moment for Chris to realize they’d called out his number. He stood but still felt nervous going out there. It took him a couple of seconds to walk towards the door and to step out. He followed the red arrows that guided him to a steel, sliding door.

“Our next fighter is Chris, a twenty-five year old bear hybrid, and Jessica, a twenty-three year old monkey hybrid. This is going to be an exciting match. Who will win? The bear or the monkey?” said Excella, full of excitement.

The gates opened and Chris took a step outside and saw the sea of hybrids sitting in the stands looking down at him. He wondered where Claire and Jill were seated since they’d told him that she was coming to watch him. Being the center of attention made Chris want to throw up his breakfast. He had to try not to let the viewers distract his attention , he was there to win, not to make a fool of himself.

1...2...3

Once again, the timer counted down as Jessica quickly climbed a tree, it was part of her nature to be in them. Chris looked up at the tree that she was perched in, she couldn’t stay up there for the whole match. A part of Chris wished that she’d slip on a banana peel while up there and crack her skull on the ground, but that was just wishful thinking.

“Why don’t you come up here, bear boy?” Jessica taunted as she stood, her tail swinging side to side.

“How about you get your monkey ass down here?” Chris shouted back at her, cracking his knuckles. He glared at her and hoped she would just get her ass down and stop dragging the match out.

Jessica laughed as she grabbed a vine from the tree and swung to another tree. She tried to get the angle right before she would leap down. Her best chance of winning was attacking when he didn’t see it coming.

The crowd started to boo as it became boring, wondering if all she was going to do was swing around on trees. They started to chant that the monkey sucked and for Christ to kick her ass.

Jessica seemed very annoyed by the crowd and started to flip off the camera drones flying around. “You suck!” Jessica shouted, only to make the crowd chant even louder.

Chris wondered if it might have been Claire and Jill that started it and the crowd just picked it up from there. He started to laugh, at least he wasn’t the one making himself look like a fool. Jessica did a great job of getting everyone to dislike her.

Chris stopped laughing when he realized how distracted Jessica was by the crowd. It was the perfect chance to take her by surprise and knock her out of the tree. He charged at the tree and tackled it causing it to shake, however, Jessica quickly grabbed the tree branch to keep herself from falling off. When Chris saw she was still clinging on, he started to shake the trunk with all his might, causing some of the artificial leaves to fall from their branches.

Jessica couldn’t believe how much strength he had. The ability to be able to shake the tree like he was seemed impossible. She could hear some of the roots being lifted from the dirt. As she watched him from above, she hoped he would inevitably pull a muscle straining against the trunk.

“What the fuck, is he on steroids?” Jessica hissed.

Chris growled and kept on pushing with his legs, digging his claws into the bark of the tree. He could feel the earth under him quake as the tree started to fall. Jessica jumps down before she got crushed by the tree, cartwheeling to keep out of Chris’ reach.

“Don’t be a chicken and fucking fight me already!” Chris growled baring his sharp set of fangs.

“Catch me if you can!” Jessica grinned and ran towards another tree.

Chris didn’t give her the chance to climb the tree this time. He grabbed her by the tail and yanked her toward him by the waist. He lifted her up, held her tight against his chest and started to squeeze.

Jessica cried out, if Chris tried any harder he would break her ribs. Her hand slipped into her back pocket and retrieved a mini taser, she shocked his arm to make him release her, head-butting him in the process to break his nose.

Chris hissed and took a step back and held his nose for a second. He threw a single punch to her face to get her back.

Jessica giggled and side kicked him to the right side of his stomach, hard enough to cause him to stumble further away from her. She didn’t care about breaking the rules now, she just wanted to make him lose and shut the crowd up. She moved in and went to punch him in the face, aiming for the broken nose.

Chris had had enough of her. He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her close, punching her hard in the diaphragm. He returned the head butt, growling as he did. He twisted her wrist until he heard a snap. Jessica cried out a pain-filled howl as her bone snapped in half like a fragile twig.

“Cheating bitch.” Chris dropped her wrist and slashed her chest causing her blouse to rip as his claws slashed through her flesh.

Jessica cried out again, but it wasn’t enough to make her back down and lose to him. Her bracelet blinked orange and even though she took so much damage, she still could fight, even if it was dirty. She held the taser in her hand, hidden from the cameras. She started again with her kicks on the same side to cause Chris more pain and seemed to be one of the most damaged spots she had done to him. She waited for him to be foolish enough to attack forward.

Chris grabbed her by the leg with both hands having had enough of her kicks. He started to pull her, making her lose her balance and fall down to the ground. He kicked her in the side as hard as he could, returning the kicks she’d given him.

Jessica hissed at him and used the taser to electrocute his foot, making him yelp and fall back. She chuckled and stood, brushing some dirt off her bottom. Now she was the one standing above him, and before she kicked him this time, she activated a hidden blade on the heel of her boot and stabbed the blade into his side, a few inches from his kidney.

Chris’s eyes widened when he felt the blade pierce him. He clenched his jaw and took a deep, staggering breath. The pain only worsened when she removed the blade and he grabbed her ankle to stop her. Sitting up, Chris growled, baring his fangs once again before he leaned forward and dug them deep into her calf, ripping through the fabric of her pants. He could taste copper in his mouth, but he didn’t swallow. He pulled back, taking some of the skin with him and spat to the side.

Jessica cried out once again and leaped to the side before looking down at her mangled leg; Chris had taken a good chunk out of her. She glared at Chris and she knew that she must have really pissed him off. The look in his eyes were practically feral, a beast that was taking over. She didn’t have any other cheap tricks up her sleeve, and the taser might have one more charge, but something told her that it wouldn’t be enough to bring the bear down. She glanced at her blinking red bracelet.

Chris pulled himself up again and spat her blood to the side. He was going to finish her already, but he didn’t understand why they hadn't canceled their match since she’d bought weapons. He thought they might punish her after the match, but it wasn’t any of his business what happened to her after.

“Hey now, can’t we be friends? I’m sorry about shocking and stabbing you. It was just a little horseplay.” Jessica held up her hands and giggled.

Chris glared at her even though her words ticked him off even more. His stubby tail twitched in response to his growing anger. He normally wasn’t easy to piss off, but Jessica was able to push his buttons. He tackled her, punching her in her mouth to prevent her from speaking any longer.

Jessica tried to block a few of the punches, but he was just too strong, too full of stamina, and she couldn't figure out where he was getting it. After all the damage she did to him, he had to be tired or in pain. She took the taser again and tried to use it on his neck, however, Chris grabbed her by the wrist and snapped it back until the bone ripped through the skin.

Jessica’s blood curdling scream echoed throughout the arena, muffling the cheering crowd in Chris’s ears. She held her arm tight as if it would help stop the pain. Chris snapped out of his fury and realized what he’d done to her.

Chris wasn’t sure what to do, she didn’t seem like she had much fight left in her anymore. He hoped she was smart enough to just surrender before he really had to finish her off.

“Are you done or do you want me to knock your teeth out?” Chris said, giving her a final warning.

Jessica glared at him with so much hate in her eyes, but she eventually sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fucking done.”

Chris sighed with relief and pulled himself off of her and turned his back to her, waiting for Excella to call him the victor. He looked at the sea of hybrids and wished he could spot his little sister and Jill to wave at them. He still could feel the adrenaline running through his veins, the wound didn’t hurt as much, even if he bled, it still felt like a bee sting.

Jessica managed to pull herself to her feet and looked at him being all cocky that he ‘won’. She wasn’t going to let him win. That omega was her prize and she was going to get it one way or another. She took a step forward, but everything started to spin in. The noise from the crowd became muted and she felt light-headed. It had been his bite, he must have bitten too deep into one of her arteries. Jessica fell back to the ground, unconscious as the bracelet blinked completely red. There were no more bars, only a blinking red screen.

“What a most exciting fight we have seen so far! The cheater monkey had no chance against Chris! We have our second winner of the day!” Excella sounded pleased with the final results.

Chris was a little ticked off that they knew that Jessica played dirty and still let the match continue. Of course, they let it continue, it was for the fight and who would come out victorious. Chris watched as the medical team came to collect Jessica on a stretcher. It was a pity an alpha like herself was so much of a coward that they used outside weapons instead of relying on her own strength.

“Come with me,” One of the medics said to Chris. Since he was still bleeding, he might need some stitches or make sure it wasn’t deep enough to damage an artery.

Chris nodded and followed the medic who was a sheep-hybrid medic. He still wondered what would happen to Jessica now that she was ‘caught’ cheating.

“What are they going to do to her? Will she be charged for bringing in weapons to the fight?”

“I’m not sure what they’ll do to her, but she is in deep trouble for breaking a rule. Umbrella doesn’t take cheaters lightly. There will be a punishment, but we staff members are not told,” she said as she guided Chris towards a medical bay.

“It is foolish of her to do that. She made herself into a joke. She only won shame and a long, painful recovery.” Chris sighed little.

“You shouldn’t worry about her. You did what all the other alphas are here to do. Take a seat on the bed and the doctor will come in shortly to stitch you up. You did great out there, Chris.” She smiled at him and opened the curtain to a small room with the bed in the middle.

“Thank you,” Chris said as he took a seat on the hospital bed and could finally relax.

Now that he was finally alone, he could think about Piers and wondered if he was watching the fight as well and if it excited him to see Chris fighting against Jessica. He wished the doctor would hurry up so he could go claim Piers. He needed him so badly, he wanted to feel his body under him as he claimed him and filled him with his seed. Chris took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself before he got turned on by a single dirty thought.

“Soon, Piers, you’ll be mine,” Chris whispered softly as his lips curved into a smile.

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William pushed the curtain to the side and walked towards Chris. He looked at the chart and then back up at Chris.

“Let’s look at that stab wound. Remove your shirt for me,” William said, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and putting them on.

Chris pulled the shirt off, hissing at the throb of pain from the cut. Chris looked down as he continued to bleed out. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, but it was a large cut.

William examined the wound and then walked to the side to grab a needle and thread. He only had to stitch it up and he might have to give him an antibiotic shot to keep it from getting infected.

“Lie down for me, it won’t take long to seal this,” William said as he turned around and waited for the bear hybrid to do what he was told.

“When do I get to claim my prize? “ Chris asked as he laid back on the bed for him, groaning from the pain. He could feel his blood spilling out a little more each moment.

William paused and looked at the chart once more to see which omega he wanted.

“The wolf hybrid, huh? Well, you need to fight someone else. Surprised that someone else would want that omega. He hardly looks like an omega.” William thought for sure that Piers would be the last omega that any alpha would want to fight to claim.

William stitched the wound closed but didn't bother to numb it before he started. He figured Chris would be able to handle the pain.

Chris clenched his teeth together to bear the pain, and he tilted his head to the side and to look at that wall. There was a poster of a white kitten hanging from a branch with the words.
Hang In There!.

“Another alpha is fighting for the wolf hybrid? Wonderful, I can take as many as you can throw at me.” Chris smirked, feeling a little cocky, he still had a lot of fight left in him.

“Typical for a breed like yourself to say.” William chuckled, which was rare but he couldn’t help himself. William grabbed a pair of scissors to cut the thread he had finished already. He grabbed a syringe with an antibiotic and injected it near the wounded area.

Chris chuckled as he laid there, finding it almost comfortable enough to doze off for a nap as he watched William inject him with the antibiotics.

“Will I be able to get something for the pain? Tylenol would be great.”

“Tylenol will be fine. I'll have the nurse bring you some.” William disposed of the needle into a biohazard box on the side of the wall. He removed the gloves and tossed them into the trash can close by. “Do you have questions before I leave to treat other alphas?”

Nothing came to mind. He did wonder about Jessica's fate, however.

“Not sure if you know the answer, but what is going to happen to Jessica?”

“Most likely she will face jail time and a lifetime ban for entering any tournaments. She will also have to pay a fine,” William said with a smirk on his face. “But she got a high rating of dislikes on social media. The crowd seemed to love you; you did a good job out there.”

“Thank you.” Chris blushed, feeling shy at the thought of millions watching the fight and loved him. The anxiety kicked in as he realized that his co-workers and friends, as well strangers would want to talk and ask him questions about the fight.

Damnit, Claire, what did you get me into?

“Too bad, she had to cheat. If she trained a little harder, she could have stood a chance against me, or anyone else,” Chris said as he watched William walk towards the door.

“There is no need to feel empathy for the weak. The nurse will come in shortly and you will be called again for another match soon. Take this time to rest.” William opened the door and stepped out to tell the nurse to bring him something for the pain.

It couldn't have been more than ten minutes when the door eventually opened. At first, Chris thought they came to get him for the next fight, however, it was the same sheep hybrid from earlier. She came with a cup of water and as a small plastic cup with two white pills.

“Here. Dr. William told me to bring you these for the pain.” She moved closer to him and handed him the cups. “You should rest, for now, I’ll come and wake you when they call for you.”

“I’ll rest for now because it sounds good.” Chris popped the pills into his mouth before drinking it down with the cup of water. He handed the cups to the nurse and laid back down. “Thank you, nurse.”

“You’re welcome. I hope you can rest.” The nurse said as she tossed the empty cups into the trash can and lowered the lights of the room for him before she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Chris tried to sleep for a while before being called for another fight, however, his mind raced with thoughts of the next fight and if he were to lose or if he were to win. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this new life change. He knew once he took a sniff of the omega in heat there was nothing that would stop him from mounting him.

The nurse walked back into the room and gently shook him to wake him. “Chris, wake up. It’s time, your number has been called.”

Chris opened his eyes. It took a while to register who she was and where he was at. He didn’t remember when he had fallen asleep. He yawned and slowly sat up in the bed and twitched his ears.

“Sorry, can you repeat what you said?” Chris asked as he tried to focus his eyes and ears on her again.

“Your match is next. If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to the gates.” She giggled and opened the door for him to exit the room.

“Oh, of course!” Chris stood and stretched, hissing when a pain shot up his side from his wound, he forgot about it. He walked toward her and exited the room. “How long have I been asleep?”

“For at least two hours now, some matches lasted a little longer, and others were short. But this is your last round, so good luck with the fight! I’m secretly cheering on for you.” She chuckled softly as they walked toward the gates again.

“Ah, thank you, nurse.” Chris blushed as he stood in front of the gate once more and the anxiety sneaked up on him again.

“Good luck, Redfield. You’ll do great!” She said one more time before she turned to go back to the clinic bay.

As the gates opened wide, the rays of sunshine blinded Chris’s eyes for a brief moment. He stepped out as the crowd roared in cheers for the next fight.

The platform was different this time; it was completely covered in sand and a desert theme it seemed to be. Somehow the sun seemed hotter than usual, but it suited the environment. It had to be at least past noon now.

Chris took a step into the sand and could feel the heat on his feet. He was barefoot to use the claws in his feet to attack with them. If he didn’t rely on them, he would have worn his boots. But he had to suck it up and get used to the heat of the sand.

“Once again, we have the bear hybrid challenger for our next match! Will he be a match for the snake hybrid?” Excella said into the microphone. The sound of her voice made him cringe once more.

“Snake hybrid,” Chris whispered to himself as he looked at the other gate opening.

A blonde man stepped out from behind the gate and walked through the sand. He was dressed in black and wore a trench coat, black sunglasses, and black gloves.

“Fuck, that can’t be...” Chris trailed off, shocked as he stared at the other alpha before him.

“Albert Wesker! A fun little fact for everyone, Albert is the captain of S.T.A.R.S united and also Chris’s captain. Yes, that is correct! They work together! I hope there are no hard feelings after!” Excella laughed.

“Curse that woman,” Chris said to himself as he eyed Wesker.

He never thought he would have to fight his own captain and ex-lover. This would not end happily. Their relationship never worked out, Wesker was way too controlling, and always so forceful when it came to sex. Wesker must have entered at the last minute to prove to Chris that he was superior to him. Chris couldn’t lose to him, at least not for Piers’s sake, couldn’t let that omega fall into the hands of Wesker.

3...2...1…

Wesker was the first to make a move. He dashed towards Chris, no, it was almost as he was flying towards him. His feet appeared to hardly touch the sand as if he was as light as a feather and the wind carried him forward.

It was too quick for Chris to react to Wesker's first punch to his abdomen. It made him lose the air in his lungs, and it took a second before he could catch his breath again. Chris tried to return a punch to Wesker, but he was too quick. Wesker moved to the side and countered his punch with ease, striking him to the left of his abdomen.

Wesker chuckled as he watched the bear whimper, hurt by just two punches. Since Wesker had lowered his guard, Chris took the chance to whip around and punched Wesker in the face. The hit connected with a deafening smack, cracking Wesker’s sunglasses in half.

Wesker leaped back and smirked as he removed his broken sunglasses, tossing them to the side. Wesker’s red snake-slit eyes stared at Chris as Wesker tauntingly gestured his hand in a come here fashion. Chris exhaled air from his nostrils and glared at Wesker in response. Chris knew what he was trying to do; he couldn’t allow himself to lose control of himself.

Chris charged at him, and when he was a few feet away from Wesker, he leaped into the air to drop on top of him with his claws extended, ready to slash him.

Wesker watched him closely, grabbing him by the wrist before he could crash down on him. Wesker smirked and gripped Chris as he spun him in circles before releasing him to crash into the sand.

Chris rolled through the sand a few times before he came to a full stop. He growled at Wesker as he pushed himself up and shook some sand off him. That might have been a bad attack strategy, but it would have worked if Wesker wasn’t too quick.

Dashing toward Chris, Wesker kicked a cloud of sand behind him. Wesker twirled behind him and wrapped himself around him like a snake before leaning in and softly kissing his neck as he squeezed him tight.

“Do you really think you can replace me so easily?” Wesker chuckled and kissed his neck once more before he sank his fangs into Chris’s skin, puncturing two small holes that allowed venom to enter Chris’s bloodstream. Chris yelped and knew what he had just done to him.

Slamming his elbow into Wesker’s side until he got free from his grasp, lunging away from his attacker. Placing a firm hand against the bite mark, Chris wasn’t sure how long he had until the venom would paralyze him, making him vulnerable to Wesker’s whims.

“Screw you, Wesker! I’m not your plaything anymore! ” Chris growled, baring his fangs at him. He needed to be quick and knock Wesker down before he had the chance to take the upper hand again. He had to win for Piers.

The bracelet wrapped around Chris' wrist turned a small purple bar indicating that there was poison in his blood.

Wesker removed his gloves and tossed them to the side. His fingernails were a shade of purple, filled with more venom. Wesker dashed forward for Chris and grabbed his shoulders and dug his sharp poisoned nails into Chris's skin.

Chris growled, head-butting Wesker hard to knock him back before he took his turn to slash his own claws across his chest. He ripped open Wesker’s shirt and cut his skin. Blood dripped down the chest, but Chris wasn’t done as he punched him in the face.

Wesker laughed as Chris attacked him, seeming to enjoy it. He returned them eventually, and he punched Chris's injured side, right where the cut was and reopened the stitches. It was the ecstasy of the great pleasure of pain that Wesker was receiving and wanted more of it.

Chris growled and could feel blood running down his hip. As revenge, Chris leaned forward and took a bite from Wesker's right shoulder, digging his fangs into the trench coat and shirt beneath it until he could taste the bitter, coppery fluid in his own mouth. Chris locked his jaw to keep his bite firmly in place, even if Wesker tried to pry him off.

Wesker hissed, but then laughed shortly after; he loved Chris was trying so hard. Wesker dug his nails into the cut, pushing them deeper so that poison could leak more inside of him before he went for another bite on Chris's neck.

However, Chris broke the bite on Wesker's neck and pulled away before he could. He whimpered from the pain and could feel the poison working its way inside of him. Chris shook his head as he could see double Wesker in front of him. His body felt hot as he sweat, the sun wasn’t helping either. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he lost the ability to hear. The sound of silence muffled the crowd’s cheers.

A sudden gust of wind picked up, and the sand gathered to create dust devils, also known as mini sand tornados, which whirled around the two alphas.

Chris wasn’t sure if it was Excella doing it or if the tornadoes had formed by themselves. Whichever, it was going to make it that much more difficult for Chris to fight as some sand got into his eyes and he tried to rub his eyes with his hands to get it out. He was getting frustrated. It felt like he was going to lose to Wesker and disappoint his little sister and everyone that was watching the fight. There was too much pressure on him, he had to win.

“Are you giving up already, Chris?” Wesker laughed.

Chris's ears perked at the sound of Wesker's laugh as it echoed into the back of his skull. Of course, he can’t hear anything else, but he could pick up Wesker's voice. Chris's rage grew even larger than he could bear any longer. Chris's muscles tightened as the vein showed, he stood up and felt as he grew a couple of inches taller. His claws extended longer from the fingertips and toes. The sea of beige, and Wesker in front of him, was the only color that Chris could see any more.

Chris charged at Wesker quicker than his usual speed, hardly giving any time for Wesker to react as Chris tackled Wesker into a dust devil.

The camera and drones couldn’t pick them up as the sand obscured them from every angle. Excella hit the desk with both her hands as she couldn’t see what was going on anymore, either.

“Someone do something about this!” Excella demanded. They scattered, trying to fix the problem before she took it out on them.

It was a disadvantage for both Chris and Wesker being caught in the center of the tornado, the sand and wind was too fast. The sand made it harder for Chris to see, but he could just barely pick up Wesker’s scent. The poison was working fast, but he resisted it, pushing himself to his limit.

Wesker crept from behind Chris and dug his nails once again into Chris’s neck, tearing it open. Chris whimpered, whipping around and head-butted Wesker again. He heard a crack that must have been Wesker's nose.

Chris punched Wesker in the chest and stomach with all his might, switching the punches to slashes and clawing across his chest, letting out all the pent up anger he’d kept buried within himself all those years.

The tornado's color changed to a shade of red as it swirled around the two alphas caught in the center, raining down onto the arena outside of it.

“Shut down the wind! I can’t see what is going on in there!” Excella roared at the tech team who were operating the environment.

Within a minute, the dust devils faded away. The sand collapsed into the arena and the alphas stood in the center once again with blood dripping off the fingertips of each of them. The crowd had remained quiet as they all watched.

Their bracelets blinked bright red, but neither of them were ready to accept defeat. Chris’s status indicator on his bracelet was still purple and so were his veins, visibly discolored beneath his skin.

Wesker’s trench coat and shirt had been ripped apart by Chris’s claws and his body was covered in deep scratch marks. They both had taken so much damage from each other.

Wesker had a huge part of skin missing from his neck that Chris had bitten off during one attack. The blood ran down his chest and mixed in with the other blood from his other wounds. Wesker, panting as he tried to focus on Chris, couldn’t believe he was still standing with the amount of venom he’d pumped inside of Chris.

Wesker took a step forward as he tried to do another attack, however, he couldn’t handle much more of the pain. As the light seemed to fade away, he could feel himself falling down into the sand.

Chris stared at Wesker in disbelief that he’d just defeated him. Chris didn’t know what he felt more: the joy of winning and going to claim Piers or the fear of going to work with Wesker after it was all over.

The sound of the crowd cheering caught his attention again as he looked up at the sea of hybrids.

“Looks like we got ourselves a winner.” Excella's voice sounded so annoyed that Chris won.“Good job, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes at her voice; it sounded different than her usual annoying stuck up cocky voice. It sounded so bitter and unprofessional as if she hated the fact that he won.

Chris's knees soon gave out and he fell. The last thing he saw was the darkness taking over and the crowd gasping and cheering. As the sounds started to fade away, Chris swore he could hear his mother and father calling out for him to come home with them.

Chapter Text

It was hours before the tournament had started, but it was the grand day.
Piers was sitting in a small, wheeled box cage in a cold room with the other omegas. It had been a while since they had seen anyone else besides each other and the room was filled with their pheromones, making it hard for them to get any rest.

Each of the omegas scenes was different, sweet, and fruity. It had been two days since Piers had eaten, and the last thing he had to eat was his mother's homemade chicken pot pie, and a tall glass of sweet homemade lemonade. When his head wasn’t lost in lust, he’d drool for another warm meal or even just a glass of water.

The door cracked open and a few soldiers stepped inside wearing gas masks. There were ten of them, one for each cage, and pulled them out one at a time, ushering them towards the exit. Piers had no idea where they were being taken to, but he wanted to be close to Rebecca. She was placed on the other side of the room, far away from Piers. They hadn't had the chance to talk to each other since their time together in the shower.

Vector walked towards Piers's cage and glanced down at him. Piers could feel his eyes just staring and could feel the pity as well. Vector crossed his arms and swayed his tail to the side, tapping his foot, and waited for his turn to push the cage out.

“W-water…” Piers whispered past his dry and cracked lips, it took a bit of effort to say anything.

“Tsk.” Vector looked down at the wolf hybrid for a moment but knew other omegas were all thirsty or hungry by now. Umbrella was cruel in the way they treated the omega, they could at least spare a breakfast or even a cup of water.

Piers gave Vector sad puppy eyes, hoping that it might win him a cup of water. Didn’t even need to be a cup, just a little sip to help smooth his dry mouth. Piers rubbed his cheek against the bars and wagged his tail around.

“We’ll see if they allow it. It’s out of my hands what they let us do to you,” Vector said. It was true, he could get in trouble for giving any of the omegas special treatment. It was stupid, but it was a price to pay to work for Umbrella. A lot of the things they asked of him were questionable.

Piers nodded, understanding but still had little hope that Vector would sneak in a sip of water for him. He wished he had drank some water when they washed them up, but who could think straight when the water felt like icy blades against his skin.

“The tournament is about to start. They need to take you all to get dressed and cleaned up again. There are a few promising alphas, at least this time there isn’t a roach hybrid.” Vector laughed, he couldn't help it. There were insect hybrids and the roaches were among the other gross breeds.

Piers’s stomach soured at the thought of roach for a mate, there was nothing he could do if that happened. At least the hunger and thirst vanished for a moment. He worried about who his alpha would turn out to be, and what would happen to Rebecca.

“Do I get to know who the alphas are?” Piers asked softly as the words felt bitter and dry as they left his lips.

“It’s better for you not to know. You don't need to get your hopes up. But I’ll tell you that there are two alphas that chose to fight for you.” Vector grabbed the side of the cage and started to push him out when Piers turned to exit the room.

“Two?” Piers was a little surprised at the number of alphas that wanted him. He really wanted to know more about them and their breed.

“What is their breed? Can you at least tell me that?” Piers watched Vector as he grabbed the bars of the cage to keep himself from rocking side to side.

“As I said before, pup, I can’t tell you that. Even telling you there were two willing to fight for you is too much information. I let it slip. If you knock off the questions I’ll give you a sip of water. “ Vector looked down at Piers and pushed him towards the elevator. Vector had to think of a way to get him some water without there being any cameras or anyone around to report him.

Piers shushed up since he badly wanted that sip of water. He wondered if they would be allowed to watch the tournament play out. Piers watched as the number of the elevator started to count down.

“Will I be able to watch the tournament live?” Piers asked, a little worried that the question might cost him the water.

“Yes, they found it when the omegas watched the alphas fight, it excited them more. Weird we can’t tell you which breed is fighting, but they seem fine with you watching them fight.” Vector never understood it. But again he couldn’t question the higher-ups. He was in no position to ask why this rule existed.

“Good, I would like to see the alpha that wins me so it won’t be a surprise.” Piers wanted to prepare himself ahead of time. With all the breeds out there, any of them could overpower him and hurt him badly.

Once the elevator doors opened, Vector pushed the cage inside and pressed button twenty-two. Vector leaned against the elevator wall and looked down at Piers. He couldn’t help but admire him. For an omega his size and build, he was really handsome. Deep down, he hoped the bear would win him. Vector knew Wesker, his personality, and the way he liked to play with his ‘prey’.

“For your sake, I hope the winner will treat you well,” Vector said out loud without meaning to.

“Me, too...” Piers knew exactly what Vector meant. His ears folded back and his tail went between his legs. He would either be treated like a sex slave and baby marker or treated like a prince and be loved by an alpha. It was scary not knowing what future he was going to be forced into.

The elevator door opened and Vector started to push the cage again. The hallway on the floor was different. There were more glass windows in each room that look like a salon. Each of the rooms had an omega getting groomed by a stylist wearing a gas mask.

“They have to doll you up before the alpha can claim you. They never allow an ungroomed omega as a prize,” Vector said, speaking in a hushed voice as he pushed the cage into an open room.

“I’ll come back for you once you’re done,” Vector said as he walked away to return to his post.

Piers looked at the soldier walking away, and without giving him a sip of water. Vector must have tricked him by saying he would give Piers water just to keep his mouth shut.

Once that thought left his mind he started to look around the room. It had a stylist chair and a mirror in front of it, as well as the tools for haircuts that you would regularly see at a salon place. However, the only difference was there was a massage table in the far right of the room. There were cuffs hanging down to tie the omegas down. On the other side of the room was a dentist area.

Piers felt his stomach drop down to the floor as a bitter taste came to his mouth. Piers spent all his life trying to avoid the dentist and there it was right in front of him.

“ Fuck this shit. I don’t want to be here!” Piers growled loudly as he tried to pull apart the steel bars of his cage, but it was no use.

The door behind him opened and he stopped to turn around to see two strangers walking inside. One of them looked like a female doe-hybrid, she had short black hair and mocha color skin. She was really short and she was standing beside a male panther-hybrid who was a darker color than her, he was also balding.

“What should we do first, the teeth or the grooming?” She asked softly as she walked towards the cage and pulled out a key.

“The teeth. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I’m starving,” He answered back, walking towards the equipment.

Piers whimpered and leaned further away from the cage door as she opened it. He was going to put up a fight before getting out of there and into the torture chair.

“Look, if you don’t come out by your own free will then I’ll get the taser and it won't be fun for you,” She said, annoyed she had to wait for Piers to come out.

Piers growled at her and showed his fangs before he crawled out of the cage and stood up. His legs felt so wobbly from sitting in the cage for that long.

“Go take a seat in the chair,” She said as she walked over to the other man to help him.

Piers walked very slowly towards the chair before having to sit in it, watching them as they laid out the tools. He was sure William had said he had no cavities, but then again what if they did or needed a root canal. His heart started beating quickly, almost wanting to faint and not feel anything when they work on his teeth.

“If you’re a good little bitch I’ll make sure it is painless,” said the Doctor. “Open your mouth and lay back.” He held some bite blocks and waited for Piers to open his mouth.

Piers whimpered and looked at him and opened his mouth. The last thing he wanted was to be tortured even more by an alpha jerk. Piers so badly wanted to cuss him out, punch him in the face, and call him a bitch. It wasn’t his choice that he was born this way and made to be belittled by someone who thought they were better than him.

“Good boy.” He smirked and placed the bite block into Piers’s mouth. It will prevent Piers from closing his mouth as well as biting him.

Piers bit down on the blocks, but he couldn't close his mouth as he was forced to lay back with it opened. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend not to be there, he wanted to be anywhere else other than trapped in the Umbrella building.

Piers could feel a sting in his gums; it had been an injection to numb his mouth. It didn’t take long to feel everything go completely numb. The sound of the drills caught Piers’s attention and his tail went between his legs,
covering his crotch best he could. Piers’s ears folded back against his hair and tried to hide them. He didn’t want to hear the man work on his teeth.

Time seemed to go so slow as Piers lay there on the chair while the alpha worked on his teeth. Piers tune them out since they both seemed to be talking and laughing about their personal life. Piers felt anger building up inside of him. How dare they laugh in front of him. They were cruel and selfish scum. How could society allow this to happen to the omegas, and why didn’t his mother speak about this before? All he could think was maybe she was threatened by Umbrella, or maybe it was different when she first entered.

Mother, why didn’t you warn me?

“There, his fangs shouldn’t be a problem anymore.” The panther said as he removed the bite block from Piers’s mouth and pulled off the latex gloves, tossing them to the side.

Piers's eyes widened when he said that first thought came to mind they took out his fangs. Piers’s tongue was numb to feel if they were there still. He reached with his fingers and touched his teeth but the fangs were there however sand down.

“W-what did you do to my fangs! “ Piers growled loudly as he sat up and glared at the alpha.

“I filed down your fangs. You don’t need those anymore. There is no point for an omega to have sharp teeth as a weapon. Don’t need an omega to snap and kill their alpha during the night with their fangs,” Panther said with a large smirk across his face, as if it were the joy of his life to take away an omega’s ability to fight back.

“ Fuck you!” Piers shouted.

No, screaming wouldn’t be enough for Piers, he had had it. They were taking away too much from him. Piers lunged out of the chair and on top of the panther hybrid and bit into his neck. Even if Piers couldn’t rip the skin off the man, he could still hurt him. He used his sharp claws to cut and dig deep into the man's arms as he dragged it all the way down to the wrist.

“Piece of shit, get off me!” The man tried to pull Piers off of him, however, Piers was glued on top of him and it was hard to get the wolf off.

The doe quickly pressed the alarm button to back up and aid them. She tried to pull Piers by his tail, trying hard to get him off the panther.

Piers got angrier when she pulled his tail, he quickly turned against her and slashed at her face with his sharp claws. The doe quickly let go of his tail and fell back on her bottom, holding her cheek as blood ran down her cheek to her chin. Piers' attention went back to the doctor in front of him, swiftly head-butting him and raking his claws against the man's chest.

The panther-hybrid eventually had enough of the attack from Piers and decided to fight back. He slapped Piers across the face hard enough to knock him back down to his butt on the chair. The man stood in front of Piers and wrapped his hands around Piers’s neck, choking him.

“Get your hands off him, now!” Vector pointed his handgun at the man.

“He fucking started it,” Exclaimed the Panther. “He went crazy and started to attack us!” He shouted back at Vector but followed commands and removed his hands from around Piers's neck.

“I don’t care, you know the rules. You can’t lay a hand on them. Get them out of here and go to the medic clinic. Oh, and get that stitched up, I’ll be making a reporting of this,” said Vector, pissed at the both of them.

They both walked out before they got the wrath of Vector, however, the panther turned to look in the room one last time, glaring at Piers who still sat in the chair. Vector slammed the door in their face and grabbed the walkie-talkie to call in a new team to come to the room.

“Are you hurt?” Vector's voice softens with concern as he approaches Piers to make sure there is no bruising around his neck. He returned the gun to his holster as he got closer to Piers.

“I’m fine, sorry for lashing out. They were taunting me and I couldn’t take it anymore.” Piers stood and hugged Vector. He was grateful that Vector was there to stop the man before he could choke him to death. Even if it was a little out of character for Piers to act like a scared omega and hug a stranger.

Vector, however, was taken aback and held his arms up out of surprise at the sudden hug. At first, he thought Piers was going to attack him next, but feeling the soft, gentle hug lightened Vector and he gently started to pet his head.

“Let’s wash that blood off you.” Vector gently removed Piers’s arms and led him towards the sink and turned on the tap.

“Take this chance to drink water,” Vector whispered as he stood beside him to block the view of the camera.

Piers's eyes widened when he said could drink the water. Even if it was tap water, it didn’t matter. He washed his hands and mouth first to get rid of the panther’s taste, and then Piers used his hands to cup some water and started drinking as much as he could.

The door behind them opened and a tall, male, red panda-hybrid walked in and looked at them. He headed towards the stylist area this time and started to get everything out and ready for Piers.

“Once he’s finished cleaning himself, please bring him to the chair for a haircut,” He said to Vector, but barely made any eye contact with either of them.

“I’ll be staying here to keep an eye on him,” Vector said, loud enough for the red panda to hear.

Vector wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Piers again, even if Piers was the one who lashed out the first time. He turned the water off and hoped that filled Piers’s thirst before he led him towards the chair.

Piers wiped his lips and chin, leaving no proof of water he drank. It was filling, and it had helped his parched mouth and throat. Whoever knew tap water could taste like a fine glass of wine when dehydration kicked in. Piers took a seat on the chair and looked over at Vector, glad that he had decided to stay there. Oddly enough, he felt comfortable with the beta, GermanShepherd- hybrid.

“That’s fine with me, so long as he behaves and doesn’t attack me,” The red panda said as he started to spray Piers’s hair with water and comb it before he began to shave half of Piers’s hair off, styling it in a way that would fit Piers perfectly.

Piers had to admit that it felt really nice to get a haircut. He had meant to get one a week ago, but when he went into heat, he gave up on keeping himself good looking. He didn’t want to get attention from a beta, or an alpha, that would get an idea because he was hot and fuckable.

Vector tilted his head and looked at Piers, the hairstyle suited him well. Piers was becoming too cute, but he knew not to try anything. Besides, the games were going to be starting, and the alpha would win and claim him. Vector might never see Piers again.

“I’m going to need your help with the next thing, soldier,” The red-panda said and looked at the spa table. He took the barber’s cover off of Piers, shaving off any remaining hair and wiping away any loose hairs, too.

Vector sighed and grabbed Piers by the arm to gently lift him up and lead him to the table.

“Lay down cause I need to cuff you,” said Vector. “You’re going to hate this more than the filing down of your fangs pup.”

“What are they going to do to me next?” Piers was nervous as he slowly laid back on the table and looked up at the ceiling.

“Remove the pubic hair and any other hair they might not want on you,” Vector said as he strapped the cuffs on Piers.

The red panda was behind them getting the wax and the paper strips which would be used to remove hair. The red-panda looked over at them both and pushed a cart toward them. He started to work on the pubic hair first as he rubbed the liquified, warm wax on the area. He grabbed the piece of paper and placed it on the wax before pulling it off swiftly.

Piers cried out in pain, screaming from the pain as he felt his hair being ripped off of him. What God did he piss off to allow him to be punished in such a horrible way?

“Please stop it!” Piers cried out, wishing for the torture to stop.

But it didn’t stop, it just continued to happen. The red panda-hybrid continued to remove all of the hair from his body. That included his legs, arms, armpits as well the small patch of hair on his chest. He even waxed some of Piers’s eyebrows off, too.

Vector stood by the wall and looked down at the floor as his ears folded back. He wished he didn’t have to listen to Piers crying in such a way. It was horrible what they made all the other omegas go through. But it wouldn’t last too much longer.

“We are done now,” The red panda said softly and wiped some tears from Piers’s cheek, and walked away to a closet near the spa table.

“I… I want to kill them all,” Piers whispered between whimpers. His body felt so numb after all the hair had been ripped off of him. He felt so hairless and cold now and he started to tremble.

“I know you do, I would like to as well,” Vector said quietly for only Piers to hear. He started to remove the cuffs from his wrists. Vector helped him to sit and softly rubbed his cheek. “You did good. There won’t be any more of this.”

The red panda walked over towards them and laid out Piers's outfit on the table beside him. It was a pair of leather black shorts paired with leather bondage ropes and chains. There was a leather black collar and chain leash as well.

“I don’t want to wear that.” Piers looked at the outfit, it made him feel even more like a piece of meat than he already was at that moment.

“You don’t have a choice and you will put it on,” The red panda snapped at Piers, but shut up quickly when Vector growled at him.
“Where’s the scarf? There is always a scarf.” Vector glared at the other male.

“I... forgot to grab it.” The red-panda hurried to the closest to retrieve it.

“Thank you,” Piers said softly.

Piers smiled a little, impressed by how protective Vector was of him even if they didn’t know each other well. It felt nice to meet someone like Vector, a good person.

Piers started to change into the BDSM outfit. It was the tightest and uncomfortable piece of clothing he had ever worn. However, the scarf felt nice wrapped around his neck. It made him feel like there was still a part of him in the outfit.

“We’re done here,” The red-panda said. “Now you can leave.” He made sure that everything was perfect one last time before he turned and left.

“Go back into the cage, I need to take you to another room,” Vector said as he walked towards the cage and opened the door for him.

“I won’t see you again when I go to the other room?” Piers asked, sad at the thought it would be the last time they would see each other. He still wasn’t sure why Piers cared about Vector, but the kindness Vector had shown him wouldn’t be forgotten as Piers got into the cage and sat down.

“Most likely not. Good luck with your alpha mate, pup,” Vector said as he closed and locked the cage before he started to push the cage back towards the elevator.

Vector had dropped Piers off into a bedroom with a large king-sized bed. It must have been meant for them to mate after the games. Vector was nice enough to leave the tv on for Piers to watch the games before he left.

As the game started, Piers was glued to the screen. None of the other alphas caught his attention as the bear-hybrid had. He got so bitter when Jessica started to cheat and Piers started to boo and cuss at the monkey-hybrid. However, when the bear won, he clapped without knowing that Chris was fighting for him. Not until the start of the second match. His heart raced as he sat there watching Chris and Wesker battle it out. For him.

“Chris, please win,” Piers said at the tv, holding onto the cage bars as he leaned closer to the tv, with his ears perked and listening intently.

When Chris and Wesker were in the tornado and out of the camera view, it made Piers tear up at the thought that Chris might have lost. He didn’t want Wesker as his mate.

But his tears quickly turned into those of joy when he heard that Chris had won. Piers jumped, hitting his head on the top of the cage. He whimpered and rubbed his head. However, he forgot about it soon enough and wagged his tail happily.

“I can’t wait to meet you, Chris!” Piers smiled happily and sat there, waiting for Chris. He couldn’t wait for Chris to come out of the medic bay and claim him.

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It felt like it had been hours sitting in the room, with nothing to do but watch the Tournament on the television. Piers was worried about the bear hybrid's condition, afraid that Chris might have died from the poison. Piers wished that he could ask Vector what would happen to him if Chris had been killed from the wounds. Would he go to Wesker or be the last prize for the other alphas, who might not win the omega they wanted, to be fought over like leftovers.

“Crap, this is nerve-wracking.”

Piers growled as he glared at the tv screen. He wanted to go up there and punch it; however, still being trapped in the cage, all he could do was sit there.

Time flew by as the tournament came to an end, and the tv turned static and turned off a couple of minutes later. Piers curled into the corner of the cage, holding himself as he buried his face into his scarf. The room temperature was perfect, not too cold and not too hot, causing him to eventually drift off to sleep.

~~~

Chris had woken up in a hospital bed; it took him a moment to realize where he was and remember what had happened. He could remember defeating Wesker in the tournament. Did that mean he won Piers for sure? Or was there another challenger waiting in line to fight him?

From the other side of the curtain, the sheep-hybrid could see he was already awake. The nurse held the chart against her chest and walked closer to check on him.

“You had another awesome fight against the snake-hybrid. The antidote in your IV will clear the venom in your blood. Just another fifteen minutes before we can release you.”
“Thanks again. My entire body feels like crap right now. I feel like I got run over by a bulldozer and thrown off the Eiffel Tower. My head is killing me, and the light is stinging my eyes.” Chris groaned and closed his eyes.

"Oh, you poor thing. Will, I would give you something for the pain, but I'd rather wait for the antidote to finish running its course before I give you anything else; we're hoping your body will recover on its own. After this, you need to be fully aware of your surroundings while the effects wear off. Also, your omega prize is waiting for you." She giggled and stepped to the side to check on the IV; the small bottle of antidote attached to it was almost empty.

Chris grinned. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Piers. After all the pain Chris had endured, he was sure it would be worth it in the end. He could finally meet the wolf-hybrid, that is if he didn't screw Piers before he even had the chance to say hello.

"I can't wait to see him and claim him for myself. It was worth it. I'll have to thank my little sister after all this." Chris chuckled, then whimpered when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

“Rest up, Chris, you’ll be claiming him very soon. I’ll come back, and hopefully, you’ll be fully recovered.” She laughed and walked out of the room to check on her other patients.

"Resting is hard when I'm so pumped up to meet him," Chris said to himself once she'd left the room. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep to pass the time.

~~~

When Vector stepped into the room to check on Piers, he saw that he was fast asleep in the cage. He smiled behind his mask and walked closer to the cage. Stopping just in front of it, he cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Hey, pup, got some news for you,” Vector said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Piers's ears twitched by the sound of Vector's voice. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked up at the man. Piers's heart froze, thinking that the news was going to be something bad. Pier gripped the cage's bar and scooted himself closer to them to see Vector better.

"Did something happen to Chris?" Piers felt nauseous as his anxiety started to build.

"Calm down, pup, nothing happened to him. I just got an update, he's in the medical bay, but he made a full recovery. He should be up here within the next hour or so."

“God, you have a good way of scaring the shit out of people.” Piers tried to laugh off his anxiety.

“I can’t really tell you everything. While you were sleeping, you missed out on most of the information. “ Vector chuckled, his tail swishing side to side.

“True... thanks for telling me. I’m excited to meet him. Have you met Chris? What is he like?” Piers asked curiously.

"I haven't met him personally, but what I overheard from the nurses, he is handsome and powerful. I'm sure they might have a crush on him," Vector said with a shrug.

“I don’t blame them. From what I saw on TV, he is a hottie.” Piers smirked, knowing he scored a hot alpha.

“He’s not my type of alpha, so you don’t need to worry about me drooling all over him. You, on the other hand, are my type. Too bad you’re already taken.” Vector knelt down to meet Piers with eye contact.
Piers' eyes widened at Vector's confession, and his cheeks started to turn a soft pink as a light blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Ah... T-thank you. I think? I don't know how to respond to that, but I'm sorry! "Piers tried to look away; he couldn't stop feeling giggly inside.

Vector laughed, amused by how Piers responded. It was so adorable seeing the omegas show such timidity. He wanted to get his hands on one of them.

“Don’t worry about it, Piers. If things don’t work out with Chris, come looking for me.” Vector reached into his pocket and pulled out a kit-kat bar, and handed it to Piers. “There are no cameras in here, so enjoy this little gift for all the shit Umbrella did to you.”

Piers’s eyes lit up with joy as he reached for the chocolate bar. Finally, food, even if it was only a bar candy that he was receiving.

“T-Thank you, Vector. You won’t get in trouble? I mean, even if there are no cameras, what if someone walks in?”

"Then, for our sake, you better shove that down your throat. Give me the wrapper, I'll throw it outside." Vector chuckled lightly.

"Of course, right away." Removing the wrapping, Piers cut off one of the chocolate sticks and handed both the piece and wrapper to Vector, wanting to share the candy with him.

Vector paused as he looked at the chocolate Piers offered him. He was pleased to know Piers wasn't selfish and would keep it all for himself, especially since he knew he was starving. Not wanting to be rude, he accepted the gift along with the wrapper.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to give me a piece.”
Vector shoved the wrapper into his pocket and lifted his gas mask a little above his mouth to eat the chocolate. He made sure not to inhale any of Piers' pheromones just in case he might accidentally get turned on and rape him.

“You were so kind to me, I wanted to share with you.” Piers smiled and started to eat the remaining piece of his chocolate.

"I shouldn't have, but you're cute. I need to return to my rounds; I'll be back with updates if Chris isn't able to come up here soon."

Vector stepped toward the door before he looked back, watching Piers as he ate his chocolate bar. He hoped that Chris would take good care of him. If not, he'd be happy to take Piers off Chris's hands.

~~~

The nurse walked back in to check up on Chris, only to be surprised that he was sitting up in his bed. Just an hour ago, he was in a lot of pain, but now he looked fully healed. It always amazed her how quickly the alphas could repair their bodies.

“It looks like you’re all healed up. How are you feeling, Chris?” She walked in front of him but could not see any more wounds.

"A lot better now. I'm a little sore still, but I feel like I can fight again. I don't even need the pain killers anymore." Chris grinned, exposing his sharp fangs.

"That is super good news. Then it looks like I can remove the IV and discharge you. You've been keeping that pup waiting for you for a while now. The tournament is already over." She smiled sweetly and grabbed some latex gloves, a cotton ball, and a bandage.

Chris looked away and didn't want to see what was going to happen next. Chris knew that it was true, that he had wasted so much time that could've been used to get to know Piers. He wondered if Piers was waiting and worried about him or if he even knew about him.

"All done, and it didn't even hurt, right? I got that gentle touch, I've been told." She giggled. "I'll let Vector know you're ready, and he'll take you to the room that Piers is waiting in."

"Thank you for everything." Chris smiled and stood up, wanting to walk around even though he was still feeling weak.

It didn’t take more than ten minutes for Vector to show up.

"Follow me. Your prize is waiting for you in a room,” said Vector. As Vector waited by the door, Chris could feel the man watching him, staring at him as if he were studying his every moment.

"What is Piers like? If you've had the chance to talk to him and get to know him," Chris asked.

"He is a sweet pup, and he's really excited to meet you," said Vector as he sighed and headed towards the elevator. "He watched your matches, too, and they got him eager to meet you. You'll like him." The two of them stepped inside the elevator, and Vector pressed the button to the floor where Piers’s room was located.

"So, he really watched me fight against Jessica and Wesker?" Chris's small tail wagged with excitement.

"Yes, he did. Like I said before, he's very excited to meet you." Vector watched Chris from the corner of his eye.

“I can’t wait to meet him, too.” Chris smiled and watched the numbers on the display panel above the elevator doors as they counted up.
“Shouldn’t be too long. Unless the power goes out and we get stuck in the elevator.” Vector smirked.

“If that happens, I’ll just climb my way out here and find him in the dark. Nothing is going to get in the way of me finally meet Piers.” Chris growled.

“You want to meet him that bad, huh?” Vector didn’t doubt that Chris was a man of his word.

"More now than ever." Chris grinned.

“Lucky for you, we are already on his floor,” Vector said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open.

Vector took the lead and headed down the hallway towards the room that Piers was in. Chris could feel each heartbeat in his chest, his hands beginning to feel clammy from his nerves. It was unusual for him to get so nervous about meeting someone. However, Piers was different from everyone else. He was going to be his mate.

“This is his room. Take as much time you want; no one will disturb you.” Vector stood to the side of the door, allowing Chris to go in by himself.

“Thanks,” Chris said as he reached for the doorknob. He hesitated a couple seconds before eventually gathering up the nerve to opening it and take a step inside.

The first thing Chris noticed was the scent of heat emanating from Piers' body. The sweet, forbidden fruit tickled his nose and made his heart pump faster. He never smelt an omega in the heat before, and he didn't know how to react to it. Chris had to force himself to close and lock the door behind him. He took a few steps closer to Piers, who sat in the cage in front of him.

“H-Hi…” Chris never had trouble getting words out of his mouth before, but it was difficult with the smell that was making him want to tear the bars apart.

Piers's eyes widened as he looked up at Chris; he was taller in person, and Piers could smell Chris's scent; it was so strong that it made Piers crave him instantly.

“C-Chris...you finally came for me.” Piers blushed and pressed himself against the bars.

"You're much cuter in person than in the photos. You smell really good, too." Chris couldn't keep his eyes off Piers sitting there in the cage, looking so helpless. He bit his bottom lip, and he couldn't help but think of the many things he wanted to do to him.

"You're much hotter in person, Chris. Let me out. I want to hug you, play with you, and lick you all over." Piers licked his lips, unable to control himself with a strong alpha in front of him.

Chris chewed his inner right cheek after hearing those words. There was a tightness between his legs. It took him a moment to realize that Piers was causing him to get erect. Chris swallowed and nodded as he walked toward the cage, removed the lock, and opened the door to allow Piers to crawl out.

“Come out here, pup, and let me get a better look at you.” Chris held out his hand to help Piers get to his feet.

Piers crawled out from the uncomfortable cage, now finally stand up. He peered up at Chris's hand and reached to take it with his as a shiver ran through his body. The first time touching his soon to be mate made Piers' body feel as if he were melting into his touch. As Piers stood in front of Chris, there were only a couple inches in the difference between their height.

“T-Thank you... you’re so tall and strong, now that I can see you better.” Piers groaned and moved closer, pressing himself against Chris.

“You’re so perfect, Piers... I’m so lucky to have won those fights for you.”

Chris brushed some hair behind Piers' ear as he gazed down at him, loving the way he looked and how he smelt. Chris was quick to pick up Piers bridal style and carried him to the bed. It was the perfect chance for Piers to start kissing and nibbling on Chris's jawline.

"You're really strong, Chris!" Piers giggled as he leaned forward to nibble on Chris's ear.

Chris made a growl when Piers nipped his ear, gently laying Piers on the bed to look down at him. What a perfect view, seeing the omega in heat in front of him. Chris moved down and started to remove Piers' shorts. He could see Piers bulge and some of his pre-come beginning to leak from his shorts.

“You’re so excited for me, ain’t you pup.” Chris grinned as he pulled the shorts off him.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment," said Piers. "Please fuck me, I've wanted it so bad," Piers growled and giggled a little after. He lifted his lower half up so that Chris could toss the leather shorts away.

“You won’t have to wait anymore now, pup,” Chris said as he took hold of Piers’ cock.

Piers moaned from the feeling of Chris's hand around his dick as Chris started to stroke it. He loved seeing how Piers appeared to melt even more. Piers began moaning a little louder with each stroke. How could it be that a simple stroke could make him so needy for alpha? Piers' cock suddenly shot out some come onto Chris's chest and some on his own stomach.

Chris wiped some of the come from his chest and brought it to his lips to taste. It was such a sweet flavor that made him want Piers even more. Chris started to remove his clothes in a hurry, needing to mate with Piers already.

Piers watched closely as Chris undressed in front of him. He studied every single inch of Chris's body, licking his own lips with anticipation and loving all the muscle. Piers' gaze paused when he saw Chris's cock size, it was massive and thick. He wondered if his small body could handle it or if it would rip him up. It excited him a lot more, and he wanted to put it in his mouth.

“Let me suck it, Chris. I want to taste it before you go inside of me,” Piers begged with a moan.

“Yes, it would be best if you do suck it, get it nice and wet before I put it inside of you.” Chris grinned as he moved in front of Piers, stroking his own fully erect cock.

Piers leaned forward and placed his lips around the tip of his cock, suckling at the salty-tasting dick. Piers's ears perked, loving the taste as he tried to suck more of his cock in his mouth. He never gave head before, so he was worried he wouldn't do a good job.

His tongue glided along with his cock as he tried to get at least a couple inches wet. It was too big for him to fit it all inside of his mouth, but Piers loved the way Chris's public hairs brushed against the tip of his nose as he tried to bob his head on the cock in his mouth as saliva dribbled down Chris's cock to the ball sack.

Chris grunted with satisfaction about how good of a job Piers' mouth was doing. He grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some on his fingers because he needed to probe Piers' little hole before he could go inside of him. Chris reached down and rubbed his fingers against Piers's entrance and pushed in the fingers inside gently and slowly.

Piers lifted his tail as he slowly arched his back, raising his butt against Chris’ fingers. He stopped sucking his cock and moaned, feeling the digits as they made their way inside of him. Piers was happy that he was finally going to get what he had wanted. It was so close that he could feel it inside him, and his body craved it more.

“Please, shove your whole fist inside of me,“ Piers moaned.

“No, pup, that will really hurt you. We need to get you opened, so I don’t hurt you too badly.” Chris chuckled, enjoying the way Piers begged.

Chris pushed more of his fingers inside of him, thrusting them slowly. He wanted to open up Piers and get him a little more loose for the cock before it went inside of him. Chris didn’t want to rush it, but he also didn’t want to do the little foreplay; he just wanted to get straight to it.

“Lay on your back, pup. I want to see your cute little face when I put my dick inside of you.” Chris grinned at him.

“P-please, put it in me already. I want you so bad. “ Piers moaned as he turned over onto his back.

Chris moved in between Piers’ legs and spread them apart, and admired his cute body. Piers’ cock leaked some come and throbbed, still fully erect. Chris held his dick and slowly started to push the tip inside of Piers. It was so tight, so he took his time going inside.

Piers gasped for some air as he could feel something big going inside of him. It felt so good; he could feel his entrance opening for Chris without putting up a fight. It was more like it was sucking Chris in, wanting to have the whole dick inside. Piers needed Chris's seed in him.

"F-fuck, it's so big, Chris." Piers pulled on the bedsheets.

“Got little more inches left to go in, pup; you’re doing so good,” Chris said as he kept pushing more of his dick inside of him.

Piers moans a little louder, feeling his cock stretching him more open. He reached down and started to stroke his own dick, wanting to give Chris a little show. He licked his lips and couldn't take his eyes off Chris's. Piers loved how focused Chris was in mating with him.

Chris grunted as he started pushing more inside of Piers. How could a cute little omega like himself belong to him and only him now? Chris’s member was now entirely inside of Piers without hurting him. He waited for Piers to get adjusted before he started to thrust inside of him.

Piers moaned as he could felt all of Chris inside, and the thrust sent shivers up his spine. Piers stroked his own cock with each thrust that Chris made, trying to match the pace. He couldn’t stop thinking about how hot Chris looked above him.

"Y-You can go faster."

"I don't want to hurt you," Chris said, looking down at Piers.

"It's a good kind of hurt," Piers said, thinking that he had already felt a lot of pain earlier.

Chris paused for a moment and looked at Piers, waiting for him to change his mind, but when he noticed Piers didn't back down, Chris started to thrust a little faster inside of him.

"Damn it, you're still so tight," Chris growled.

Piers gasped for air as he held onto the bedsheet and felt his cock going in and out faster. Piers knew his body would get used to it, but it did start to hurt at first. Piers began to jerk himself more quickly as he came, come shooting from his cock. Piers couldn't stop stroking himself; he didn't care if his dick was getting sensitive; he had to put on a cute show for his alpha.

Chris grinned lovingly, seeing all the come that came out of Piers. He leaned down and gave Piers a long, deep kiss and tried to over power it. Chris started to hit Piers' sweet spot; the only way he knew he had found it was when Piers broke away from the kiss and moaned uncontrollably into his ear. That only made Chris even more erect as he started to knot inside of him.

Piers whimpered as he dug his nails into Chris’s shoulder, feeling the knot inside of him, breaking some of the skin. It was so uncomfortable feeling the knot, and he understood why so many omegas complained about it when Piers would eavesdrop.

“Fuck, that hurts,” Piers said as he arched his back.

“S-sorry... can’t help it,” Chris said.

It was true. Most of the time, the knots were out of the alpha's control. Chris would just hope it would go down on it's own once he came inside of him. But it wouldn't be anytime soon; he wanted to fuck Piers' brains out. Time seemed to slow as Chris thrust harder into Piers's ass.

Piers didn't know how long they had been at it, but it felt like a whole day. Piers' body was covered in sweat, and his own come, and Chris was the same, however, with some small scratches left from Piers' fingernails. The knot hadn't gone down, and it continued to get bigger with each thrust. Chris was lost in the lust as he forgot to eat and drink water, stuck inside of Piers, and there was no escaping him.

Piers was so exhausted that he just wanted Chris to finally come inside of him. He badly wanted to eat and take a long nap, but the alpha kept thrusting his knotted cock inside him. Piers attacked Chris a few times, biting on Chris’s shoulder and whimpering as he tried to get the alpha off him; however, it had little to no effect.

Chris's cock and balls couldn't handle the backup as he came deep inside of Piers' ass, and his seed would make its way into Piers's womb soon. Piers moaned loudly as he felt the warm come fill him. Finally, Chris had come inside of him; that was what Piers thought.

"Y-you did good, pup," Chris said, exhausted.

"T-Thank you." Piers closed his eyes as he laid there, feeling Chris's cock go soft inside him.

Chris pulled his dick out of Piers and laid down beside him. They both were exhausted and could barely keep their eyes open any longer as they fell asleep beside each other with Piers resting his head on Chris's chest and Chris's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

Chapter Text

Four months had passed since Chris won Piers in the tournament. The first couple of weeks, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other, staying in bed most of the time, only leaving a couple of times to grab a quick meal or drink to retain their stamina and then continue to fool around. Knotting wasn’t something Piers could get used to yet, and every time Piers thought he could handle it, it would end up hurting for the first couple of minutes before the pleasure kicked in.

It didn't take long for Chris to impregnate Piers; they weren't using any protection after all. And Piers was in heat for a whole month, so it was going to end up happening. Thankfully Chris also wanted to have a baby with him.

All medical expenses were going to be covered by the Umbrella corporation until the baby was born, and the good news was that Piers was only carrying one cub inside of him. Piers had been a little nervous about having twins, or possibly even triplets. He wouldn’t know how to handle taking care of that many little mouths to feed while Chris worked.

Sitting on the couch, Piers watched as Chris did some push-ups in front of him. He loved watching all of Chris' muscles work as he continued going up and down. Even the sweat running down Chris's cheek was a turn-on for him. Piers couldn't help but get a little aroused by the view.

“You know you’re such a tease, right?” Piers asked.

“What do you mean? I’m just innocently doing some push-ups." Chris smirked playfully.

"Oh, you know what I mean, Chris, Working out in front of me, half-naked with only your briefs on, it's a fucking turn-on! It's not fair, you know?" Piers pouted, throwing one of the pillows from the couch at Chris as he giggled to himself.

"Hey, you don't need to get abusive; that hurt! It's going to leave me with a bruise." Chris chuckled and sat on the floor, taking a break.

"Oh, please. The big,mighty bear, Chris Redfield, can't get easily hurt by a pillow!" Piers grinned at him.

Chris had earned the title of 'big mighty bear champion' by all the tournament fans, which had given Chris a boost to his ego, too. He even had a plaque on his desk with that title and his name at work. Wesker hated to admit that Chris had won fairly; however, their relationship at work remained the same. At least Chris was lucky not to get fired for kicking his boss's ass live on national television.

But still, he wondered if Wesker secretly held a grudge that he'd won Piers. He knew Wesker didn't enter to win Piers for himself, but more to stop Chris from winning. Chris hoped that Wesker wouldn't try to hurt Piers or his unborn little cub. Chris would kill Wesker if he ever tried to harm his little family.

“Earth to Chris Redfield! Are you listening to me?” Piers tilted his head, looking at Chris, who had spaced out.

"Sorry, what?" Chris snapped out of it.

“I was asking if you wanted me to make you breakfast, or are you just going to have a protein shake? “ Piers chuckled.

"Oh, let's have some breakfast. I would love to sit down and enjoy a warm breakfast with my cute little wolf." Chris smiled warmly at Piers as he stood, holding out his hand towards Piers to help him up.

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart.” Piers smiled and took hold of Chris' hand.

“No, you’re the sweetheart.” Chris moved closer, deeply kissing Piers as he placed his hand on Piers’ small, pregnant belly.

Piers couldn’t help but keep falling in love with Chris. Everything about the bear-hybrid was so perfect and everything that Piers ever wanted in his life. The pain Piers had to endure at Umbrella had been worth it because Piers would have never met this amazing man before him. Piers would have never imagined that he would be so lucky to fall in love with someone as kind as Chris.

“Oh, Chris... knock it off, or we’ll end up back in the bedroom for days!" Piers chuckled and leaned against him, hugging him. “Oh, gross, I got your sweat all over me!"

Chris laughed and held Piers in his arms, not going to let him go now. He smirked and leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“But you love my scent and sweat all over you, Piers,” Chris growled playfully.

"Oh, shut up before you turn me on. I love you, but I love breakfast a little more! Besides, this little cub needs breakfast too!" Piers's tail happily wagged around as he looked up into Chris's eyes.

“Okay, Piers, you win this time! Our little cub needs to get big and strong like their old man.” Chris’s tail twitched happily. He releases Piers from his hug to let him so that he could cook.

"Oh, I can't wait to see what we have! I can't wait to pick the theme for the nursery," Piers said as he walked towards the fridge too. "Do you want some bacon and eggs? Because I want bacon and eggs."

“Bacon and eggs sound good to me too. I’ll get the coffee on and your apple juice ready. Would you like some toast? ” Chris asked, already planning to help him make breakfast.

“Could you make me some of your french toast? “ Piers looked at Chris with big puppy eyes.

"Of course, I can make you some." Chris was a sucker for Piers's cute little eyes, but he also wanted to give Piers everything he wanted anyway.

~~~~

A month had passed, and it was finally time to find out the baby's gender. Piers was lying on the bed waiting for the doctor to come into the room. Chris held Peirs's hand as he and Chris waited with nervous excitement. It was difficult for them not to go out to the store and buy everything they saw that made them think of their unborn baby, but they'd had to wait.

Dr. William Birkin eventually entered the room and held a medical chart in his hands. He glanced over at Chris and Piers as he made his way towards the ultrasound machine.

“Are you ready to see what the gender of the baby will be?” Dr. Birkin asked as he squirted some of the lubrication gel over Piers’s exposed belly.

"Yes, we couldn't sleep last night. Too much excitement," Chris said with delight. "We're ready to start looking for names and decorating the nursery."

"Whatever the gender we're having, we'll love them. Or whatever gender our baby identifies as." Piers smiled softly.

Piers and Chris had a serious talk about their baby's gender preference once they grew up. They both agreed that they'd love their baby no matter what. Chris vowed to beat the shit out of anyone who decided to bully them, either. Piers always thought it was so sweet, but he knew Chris couldn't be there twenty-four seven. They hoped their baby would want to learn how to defend themselves. And Chris would be the perfect teacher in combat.

“I’ll be able to tell you the gender within a couple of minutes,” Dr. Birkin said as if he barely cared what the couple had said. After all, he had much better things to do.

Within a couple of seconds, the monitor soon displayed the womb and the baby laying there. There were two little bear ears and a tiny tail in the silhouette. As Dr. Birkin moved the transducer around Pier's pregnant belly, he finally revealed what the gender would be.

"Congratulations, Redfields, you have a healthy baby girl cub," William said without a hint of enthusiasm.

“A little girl….” Chris repeated, staring at the baby on the monitor, lost in a trance.

“Our little girl.” Piers teared up.

Dr. Birkin started to take pictures for them to remember their special day. Even if he was cold, he wasn’t heartless to not take a few photos for them to remember. Dr. Birkin set the transducer to the side and used a towel to clean Piers’s belly of the gel.

“The nurse will come soon with the photos and your next appointment,” Dr. Birkin said as he stood from his stool. He didn't stay long enough to hear if they had any questions, leaving that to the nurse.

"That man is never happy," Chris said as he gently helped Piers to sit up.

"Yeah, it sucks. If that man weren't our baby's primary doctor, I'd love to ditch him for someone nicer," Piers grumbled but decided to drop it. "Chirs, we're having a little girl!" Piers giggled, waggling his tail around with excitement.

"She's going to be our little princess, and we'll spoil the crap out of her" Chris smirked as he embraced Piers with a hug.

“Oh, we will, but I’m worried. I don’t want our child to be an omega. I don’t want her to suffer the trials as I did." Piers frowned.

“If we have to run away to keep her safe, then we’ll do that. I will try to put a stop,” Chris said.

It would be hard to put a stop to something so common within their culture. A few counties and cities had laws to protect the omegas; however, omegas were not equal anywhere.

“Maybe we could find a little island for the three of us to live on,” Piers suggested hopefully.

"I wouldn't mind living far away from society," Chris said; however, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle leaving his baby sister, Claire, behind. "Maybe we could bring Claire along with us."

“Yes, we need Auntie Claire there with us.” Piers chuckled. He couldn’t wait for them to tell her the good news.

Chris helped Piers slide off the table and quickly wrapped his arms around him. He wanted to hug and kiss him so badly, to shower him with love and affection. Chris’s tail wagged as he kissed Piers deeply, continuing until there was a knock at the door, and the nurse entered the room.

"Hello, Dr. Brikins wants to see you in a couple of months. It's just to check the baby's progress. And here are some of the ultrasound pictures." The nurse said as she held the envelope and an appointment card out to them.

“Thank you,” Piers said as he took them and held the envelope closely. He couldn’t wait to put the pictures in frames.

“You two have a wonderful day, ” the nurse said with a warm smile.

“You as well, nurse. “ Chris returned the smile as he guided Piers towards the elevator down the hall.

Piers opened the envelope to look over at their baby girl, and Chris leaned over to look at the pictures as well. They both continued to walk, focusing more on looking at the photo to notice they missed the elevator entirely. Piers lifted his head and looked around.

"Uh, Chris, I think we're lost." Piers looked around for a moment.

"Crap." Chris laughed. "Looks like we should turn back and go the other way."

Piers chuckled and turned around to head the other way, but he never knew this area existed; it seemed darker. He wondered if they went through some opened doors that they kept locked. Apart of him wanted to wander around and see what they could find, but he didn’t want to get the wrath of Dr. Birkin brought down upon them.

“You know, we took a couple turns without looking, and everything looked the same.” Piers frowned.

“Don’t worry, pup. We’ll find a nurse or someone to help us find our way out of here,” Chris said, his ear flicking as he tried to listen for anyone nearby. He could hear footsteps from around the left corner of the hallway.

"I hear someone," Chris said. "Maybe they can help us find our way out of here."

Piers looked in the direction Chris indicated and nodded. He could also hear it. Thankfully, it didn't sound like Dr. Birkin.

"Let's go ask for help before they enter a room; we might be forever doomed in this hallway if we don't! I might even give birth to the little cub," Piers said jokingly.

They started to walk toward the hallway holding hands, a habit that they had whenever they were in public. Chris just wanted to protect Piers, keep him safe, and make sure he didn’t trip over anything. As a soon-to-be daddy, he worried that Piers might fall and lose their baby. He knew that neither of them would ever be able to forgive themselves if something happened to her.

When they turned the corner, there was someone in front of them with a white lab coat, and they wore a baseball cap. The person froze, staring at them as if they just got caught doing something they weren't supposed to.

Chris's cop instincts kicked in; something wasn't right with the person in front of them. He placed a hand on Piers's shoulder and looked over at his mate.

“Wait here, let me go talk to them,” Chris said.

Piers nodded. He could also feel the weird vibe coming from the person. It didn’t feel like he was in danger, but he also didn’t feel comfortable.

“Excuse me, could you help us find the way back to the elevator?” Chris asked the stranger.

The stranger said nothing as they remained still as if maybe Chris would eventually take the hint and go away.

"Look, we're lost. We'd like to leave," Chris tried again.

The stranger didn't respond. Chris growled low under his breath, annoyed by the silent treatment.

"Help me, please...I need to escape," The stranger said with a soft, feminine voice.

Chris's ears flicked for a moment and stared at them. He could tell she was serious, that something was wrong.

"Come with us," Chris said, suddenly feeling like he had to protect her and get her someplace safe. Piers agreed with Chris whatever was going on with the girl in front of them. He could tell they needed to help her out of there.

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It’d been a few days since they had taken Sherry in with them. She spent most of her time hiding in the crawl space, scared that an Umbrella soldier would find her. Sherry still hadn't opened up and told them what had happened at the laboratory. It was a miracle they were all able to escape without being caught, but Piers knew that they had to get her out of there. He wondered if Vector had helped them escape that day, although he had no proof.

“Chris, what are we going to do with Sherry? We can’t keep her here for the rest of her life. We'll have to go back there for the baby's check-ups. I'm not suggesting we kick her out, but we really need to think about what to do,” Piers said.

“I know, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. I know it could put our baby girl's life in danger, but they what they did to Sherry was awful. If we were to turn her in, they’d continue to do what they did. Even worse, we’ll be charged for helping her escape. We won’t be there to raise or see our baby girl grow up,” Chris said, sadly.

“I know, but we really have to think about our future. Maybe we could find someone to help us?”

“I suppose I could ask Jill, she might know what to do. For now, we can’t let anyone know about her,” Chris said.

Piers sighed and agreed not to tell anyone else. Besides, who would he tell, not like he had any friends, and he wasn’t going to get his mother involved in their mess. He didn’t want her to be thrown in jail for being an accomplice.

“Perhaps they won’t notice her missing?” Piers said hopefully.

“ Believe me, they know she’s missing. Umbrella keeps track of everything.”

“I-I’m sorry for putting you in this situation,” Sherry said, softly, as she left her crawl space that was connected to the kitchen.

Piers felt awful that she’d overheard them talking about her in such a way.

“I’m sorry you heard that, Sherry,” Piers said.

“I can leave and not put you in more danger than I already have,” Sherry responded.

“It’s more dangerous for you to go out there and get caught again,” Chris said.

Chris placed a hand on Piers’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. The cop part of him wanted to protect her, but instinct told him to protect his mate and unborn child first.

“Sherry, we need to find a way to get you out of the city. We can find an abandoned cabin to keep you safe,”.

“We should search for one before we leave the city,” Piers said.

As they stood in the center of the kitchen, there was a knock from the front door. Sherry recoiled with a sound that reminded him of a startled puppy before she ran to the crawl space. Chris and Piers stood frozen; neither of them were supposed to have a visitor come over. Claire always sends texts and Jill would call him if she would show up.

Another knock.

Chris cleared his throat and took a deep breath as he leaned in to give nervous Piers a kiss on the cheek. He walked toward the door to open it. In Front of him was a male, Japanese dog-hybrid, beta. A beta Chris knew he’d met before.

“Did you get the wrong room, buddy?” Chris asked.

“No, this is the right room, Chris. I’d like to speak to you, too, Piers.”

“Who are you?”

“You don’t know me; however, Piers does. My code name is Vector, a soldier for Umbrella. I believe it would be better if I came inside, so we could talk more privately,” Vector said.

Piers's ears perked as he stepped out of the kitchen, he recognized the voice. He watched him Vector in the doorway, a part of him was happy to see him again, however if he was, there, it wasn’t just for a casual visit.

“Vector, why are you here?” Piers questioned.

Vector stepped inside, even without having Chris’s permission first. He looked at them both then sniffed the air, noting that someone else was in the apartment.

“Because you took something that doesn’t belong to you. Someone who is of great value to Umbrella.I know you’re keeping her here.”

“So you came to arrest us?” Chris growled, baring his sharp fangs, ready to fight if he had to.

“I’m not here to fight, but to help you. I deleted the security footage showing the three of you escaping,” Vector said, lifting a brow in Chris’s direction.

“So Umbrella doesn’t know that Sherry is with us?” Piers asked, relieved.

“For now. However, that doesn't mean they won’t stop looking for her. She needs to get out of the city, someplace hidden,” Vector said.

“We’re working on that,” said Chris, “But first we need to find a place like that.”

“I know of a spot outside the city. My grandpa used to take me there when I was a young pup,” said Vector.

“And why should we trust you?” Chris challenged.

“Because I’m the only chance for both of you to raise that little bear cub of yours.” Vector glanced at Piers’s belly. “ I saw the file; it's a little girl. You both must be excited.”

“Of course, we’re excited,” Piers said, smiling softly. “I think we can trust him, Chris.”

Chris looked between the two of them for a moment. He feared putting Piers in harm's way more than he worried about himself, or even a stranger like Sherry. He would kill anyone who tried to hurt them in any way.

“Okay, if Piers trusts you, then I’ll trust you, too. “ Chris took Piers’s hand in his.

“We’ll leave tonight around midnight. There’s less of a chance of being spotted. Security is tight, there are many more drones scouting the area. Find a big enough suitcase to put the girl in, and I’ll escort you with my jeep,” Vector said as he approached the doorway, pausing to turn to them. “Oh, and one more thing, make sure to pack an extra pair of clothes. Chris, make an excuse to leave the city without suspicion.”

Vector left, and Chris took a deep breath as he rubbed his temple, turning to face Piers. He preferred not to take his pregnant mate on the long journey, unsure if Piers could handle being in the car for that long without needing to stretch his legs or even use the bathroom.

“Chris, please don’t worry about us,” Piers said as if he could read Chris's mind. “We’re both strong fighters, and can handle this!”

“I’d rather you didn’t have to handle anything, Piers. I’ll make Vector stop for you along the way to use the potty,” Chris said as he tried to use the cute word for restroom. He found himself doing that a lot, changing his wording to sound more cutesy for Piers.

“If I have to take a leak in a bottle, I can do it.” Piers chuckled as he gave Chris a big hug.“ We just need to get Sherry out of the city.”

“Then we can return to our normal life,” Chris said, hopefully.

“ Of course, we have a baby bear to raise together.” Piers said, taking Chris’s hand into his own.

~~~~~

It took a while for Sherry to warm up to their plan and to get inside the suitcase. Leaving it slightly unzipped for her to breathe, Vector arrived around midnight in his black jeep, waiting for them to come out. Chris carried the suits and a few other smaller ones. Piers followed behind with an emergency bag if he happened to go into labor during the trip. Not like Piers wanted to have the baby in the middle of nowhere without a doctor nearby.

Piers wanted to avoid complaining, but it started to hit as he sat in the back seat for two hours straight. His butt and legs felt numb, and he wanted to lay down on his big, comfortable bed. He missed cuddling against Chris in the blanket, and his soft pillows.
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Vector turned off the main road and drove onto a very dark, dirt road between countless trees. There had been no signs of anyone for miles. Piers felt on edge as Vector took them through the unknown darkness of the forest. Piers rested his hand on his belly, he could feel the baby moving around as if she wasn’t enjoying all the motion from the bumpy road.

“Are we almost there?” Chris asked, breaking the silence.

“Almost there. Does the pup need me to pull over for another pee break?” Vector sounded tired.

“Yeah, if you could pull over, so I can stretch my legs, that’d be great,” Piers said before Chris could answer. “Do you think we could let Sherry out?”

Vector fell silent as he considered the question. He sighed before pulling over to the side of the road and turning off the Jeep’s engine. He left the headlights on as he stepped out and walked around to the back, opening the trunk of the jeep. Vector unzipped the suitcase and helped Sherry to climb out of it. She grunted as all of her nerves woke to the movement, since they’d been numb for a while.

“Stretch your legs, stay close to the car, and don't go too far. I'd rather not have to go looking for you,” Vector said as he withdrew a packet of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

“I won’t go too far. '' Sherry promised quietly, walking away from Vector as he lit his cigarette.

Chris opened the door to help Piers out of the jeep. It took a lot of groaning and panting for Piers to get out; who would’ve guessed that a watermelon sized belly was so hard to get around with. Piers rubbed his lower back and smiled when he was finally standing on his two feet outside the Jeep.

“Excuse me while I go release myself,” Piers said as he wobbled to a tree a short distance from the vehicle.

Chris smiled and watched his cute lover from a distance, remaining on high alert in case something were to happen, he would immediately sprint towards any threat with the intent to kill.

“Do you want a smoke while he’s gone? “ Vector asked, offering a cigarette towards Chris.

“No. I just quit a couple of months ago, and I would rather not pick up that habit again,” Chris said as he tried not to fall for the temptation that was tobacco.

“Eh, smart, don't need the baby inhaling this.” Vector exhaled smoke before checking the time on his wristwatch.

“Yeah, Piers got on me about the effects it would have on her and her little lungs.” Chris could hear some leaves and twigs snapping nearby from Piers and Sherry steps.

“What were they doing to her in that lab?” Chris asked.

“Trying to find a cure for the virus that killed all the humans. However, they were injecting her with a different virus daily. One of the scientists helped her escape from her cell.” Vector responded.

“Is she safe to be around if she was given so many viruses?” Chris worried, thinking about the harm that could come to his family.

“Yes, she is safe, her body has strong antibodies that can kill any virus that enters her body.” Vector said. “She is one of a kind, that’s why Umbrella want hers back bad.”

Piers walked back towards the Jeep, pinching his nose when he could smell the cigarette. Vector chuckled, dropping it to the ground and dug it beneath his heel. Vector was smart to not mess with a pregnant omega. Sherry returned a couple of seconds later. She looked at them and knew she would have to get back in her suitcase.

“You don’t have to get in the suitcase, Sherry. Just lay in the back, and cover yourself with a blanket.” Vector said.

“Thank you so much! I really didn’t want to get back in there, it’s so uncomfortable!”

Sherry crawled into the back of the Jeep and laid on her side, getting comfortable. Vector covered her up before he walked towards the driver side and got in, waiting for the other two to get in.

Chris stopped Piers from opening the door and pinned him to the side of the Jeep, kissing him deeply before breaking away. Piers giggled, not sure what that was all about as he looked at Chris.

“I love you, pup,” Chris said, softly.

“I love you so much, Chris.” Piers smiled then climbed into the back of the jeep.

Vector made sure that they were inside, and that they’d closed the door before he drove towards the cabin in the middle of the night. Piers leaned against Chris’s shoulder and closed his eyes as he began to sleep until their arrival.

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The cabin they had arrived in looked like it was about to fall apart. It needed repairs and cleaning, and there was dust and spider webs all over the place. A couple of windows were broken as well, and the front door didn’t close properly. There was a lake behind the cabin, a good way to catch some fish and take a swim. It also contained three bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen and a fireplace in the living room.

All four of them stepped out of the Jeep, relieved to finally be able to stretch their legs again. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the morning birds sang their songs. Piers’s ears perked up, listening to the surrounding sounds, and admired the beauty. He wasn’t the only one looking at their surroundings, Sherry was sniffing the air and walking around, to get to know the place, to get a better look of the flora and fauna around them.

Sherry squeaked when a butterfly landed on her ear, she tried to shake it away, but the butterfly was too stubborn to move. Chris chuckled softly while Piers tried to remain serious as Vector walked over and gently poke the butterfly a few times, causing it to fly away.

“T-Thank you, Vector! It was going to try to eat me!" Sherry said, giving Vector a hug for ‘saving’ her life.

Vector was stunned by the hug, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t used to getting hugs from anyone, especially from strangers. Sherry couldn’t be more than twelve years old, he couldn't believe the little Arctic fox-hybrid really felt that comfortable with him.

“It’s just a butterfly," he said. "It wouldn't have eaten you. It might just want to rest before it flies away.” Vector lightly nudged her to the side, so he could get the suitcases from the car.

Vector felt somewhat bad for Sherry, if she didn’t know what a butterfly was, he wondered how little education the child had had, or what else she didn't know. He was surprised that she knew how to even talk. A part of him wanted to protect Sherry, but he couldn’t always be there for her. He knew his absence would be noticed back at Umbrella, and he would have to report back soon.

Piers approached the lake as he continued to rub his lower back that was still sore after sitting for so long in the Jeep. His legs were numb, tingly as his nerves were attempting to wake up.

Chris was only a few feet away from him, retrieving what was left of the suitcases from the car. Piers wondered just how long they would actually have to stay there. They couldn’t leave Sherry there by herself.

Chris glanced at Piers a couple of times, wondering what was on his mind. He was uneasy about bringing him out there with them, there were no clinics nearby if Piers went into labor. He was already on edge about him having the baby, but being out in the middle of nowhere had nerves going crazy. They were not really prepared besides a baby bag filled with the essentials. An outfit, beanie, mittens, diapers, baby wipes, bottles, and some bibs.

Vector walked beside Chris and grabbed the ice chest filled with food and drinks that would last them at least three days. But he was regretting not bringing even more, considering that Piers might eat a little more than usual. They could go fishing or even hunt for a deer or smaller game if it came to it.

“Do you really think we’re safe out here?” Chris asked.

“Maybe or maybe not. I hope the child doesn’t have a tracker on her,” Vector answered.

“I’m sure by now they would have found her and taken her back. But then again, you did have something to do with that, right?”

Vector shrugged. “Yes and no, I was able to erase the footage. However, I didn’t see anything about tracking her movements. Unless there is another party I don’t know about that wants to capture her.”

“Let’s hope someone inside Umbrella wants her to escape. The child deserves to live a life just as any other normal little girl.”

“Somewhat. She’ll have to stay in hiding for the rest of her life,” Vector said.

It was the sad truth. Sherry could never live a normal life, but at least they could give her a somewhat normal one, even with the way the world was built around the dynamics of alpha, beta, and omega. But if Chris had to be honest, it was really hard to know what Sherry was, since she didn’t give off a certain scent or even looked like one of the other types.

“Hey Chris, can you come over here?” Piers called from behind the cabin.
Chris excused himself as he walked over to see what Piers needed. He could see Piers looking at a water bottle on the ground. Piers looked so helpless as he tried to pick it up, but was unable to reach. Chris chuckled, then walked over and picked the bottle up.

“My hero! “ Piers said playfully as he kissed Chris on the cheek.

“I just think you dropped it so that I would come over and pick it up for you.” Chris wrapped an arm around Piers’s shoulders. “Let’s go inside and see what kind of big mess we got ourselves into.”

“I’m not going to play maid and clean it up all by myself. I’m pregnant, so I can sit back and enjoy watching you and Vector clean the cabin.” Piers grinned.

“Of course, darling. I don’t want to push you or this little cub too much.” Chris smiled and softly kissed Piers on the lips. “Come on, let’s go inside and get you comfortable. Or at least try to.”

“I really want to lay down and maybe eat a sandwich. I’m starving again.” Piers giggled as they walked towards the cabin.

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Piers was fast asleep on the cotton bed by the fireplace. Of course, Piers ate his two sandwiches and a bag of chips for himself. Usually, he would have a snack before a nap, but he was so exhausted after sitting so long in the Jeep.

Chris was trying to fix the back door that wouldn’t lock correctly, and Vector was repairing one of the windows. Sherry was watching a spider that had caught a fly in her web, feasting on it while her new roommates moved in.

Once finished, Vector walked toward Chris and wiped his dusty hands off on a hand towel they’d found in a cabinet, and glanced in Piers and Sherry’s direction.

“He’s very close to having that baby. I don’t think this is a good place for him to give birth. We should get more supplies. I could go to town and gather everything we might need. More food, too,” Vector suggested.

“It would give Sherry a better chance of having a normal life if she stayed here with you, too. I could try stopping by every month or so to drop off supplies. If that is really something you and Piers want to do. But for now, let’s focus on getting the right things needed,” Vector said as he walked out of the cabin.

~~~

It had been a couple of hours since Piers had fallen asleep, and by the time he’d woken up, there was drool on the corner of his lips and a nest of bed hair on his head. He took a long time trying to sit up from the bed with his big belly, but he managed.

The fireplace lit the entire living room and some of the kitchen, and Piers could smell some coffee brewing in that direction. He wondered if Chris and Vector couldn’t sleep, but Piers wasn’t aware that Vector had already left to gather supplies.

“Chris?” Piers whispered as he pulled himself out of the bed.

There was no response from anyone. Piers looked to the side and saw Sherry fast asleep on the couch near the fireplace. He made his way to the kitchen and saw a fresh cup of coffee on the counter, but no one was nearby. He walked around the cabin and still couldn’t find anyone inside. His heart started beating quickly as he became scared that Umbrella might have found them.

“Chris?”

Piers walked around the cabin two whole times and even checked the restroom twice. But still, there was no sign of Chris or Vector. He could feel his heart racing and suddenly the baby started moving and kicking hard since she could sense stress in her daddy.

The sound of the front door opening and clicking shut caught Piers's attention. He quickly made his way back to the front of the cabin with relief, thinking that Chris had come back from wherever he’d been. However, it quickly came crashing down when he saw a tall Asian woman in a red dress standing in front of the doorway. The more Piers stared at her, the more he could tell she was a spider hybrid. He didn’t know which one, but he hoped it wasn’t a black widow. She definitely looked like one, though.

“Who are you?” Piers asked, growling as he stared her down.

“Who I am doesn’t concern you. What matters to me is what you have hiding here,” She said.

“There is nothing here for you. Get out of my cabin right now! “ Piers exposed his fangs to show he was serious.

“My client’s paying a pretty penny for that test subject.” She refused to consider Sherry any more than object, it was easy that way.

“She isn’t a test subject! She is a child, and she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a lab rat anymore!”

All the shouting eventually woke Sherry up in the living room. She knew she had to run out of the cabin and hide somewhere. She wasn’t going back to Umbrella ever again. If she left, there wouldn’t be any harm to Piers and the others. After all, everything was because of her being there, and the reason they couldn’t go home.

“If you want me, you’ll have to catch me!” Sherry ran for the back door of the cabin.

“Sherry!” Piers shouted.

The black widow didn’t waste much time to chase after Sherry. Piers followed behind. However, he wasn’t as fast as Sherry or the black widow. He wondered where the heck Chris and Vector were.

“Leave her alone!” Piers demanded, chasing after them as fast as he could with his pregnant belly.

It was pitch-black outside, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see their footprints left in the damp dirt. He followed them toward the lake, where he could see Sherry trying to swim across it. Widow giggled, seemingly amused, when that Sherry had tried to run away. She shot a string of her webbing from her wrist towards Sherry’s tail, wrapping around it and pulling her back towards shore.

When Piers was finally able to reach them and was winded from running. He could see the widow wrapping Sherry in webbing like a cocoon. Sherry didn’t move as she lay there, paralyzed, but Piers could make out the fear in her eyes.

“Let her go!” Piers hurried over, trying to shove the spider away.

“Look here, little pup, if you continue getting in my way. I’ll have no problem putting you down. Who needs another mutt in this world, She said, but as she looked over, she realized Piers was expecting.

All of a sudden, Piers was placed in a headlock by someone behind him that smelled like cigarettes. He started clawing at the uniformed arms as he attempted to break free.

“Don't kill him, the mutt is pregnant,” The spider said.

“We could take him with us and sell the baby on the market. What do you say, Ada?”

“No. We only have one job, and that is to take the test subject. The money is good, we don't need to sell the baby.”.

Piers kept struggling until his vision started to turn black. The voices of Ada and the man started to echo out before he lost consciousness.

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“Piers…wake up….are you okay?” Chris said, weak, however, worried about Piers.

Piers groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the starry night sky. He was confused as to why he was lying outside on the ground. It took a moment for him to realize he was laying near the lake, as he turned to look at Chris, remembering what had happened.

“They took Sherry,” Piers said as he tried to sit up, hoping that if he could get up in time, maybe he could find Sherry.

“I know. A woman in a red dress attacked me outside. I heard some noise and I went to check it out, thinking it might be a raccoon. Before I knew it, she’d bitten me, injected her venom and I couldn’t move. I could hear your voice and hear what was going on, but I couldn’t do anything.” Chris’s eyes watered up, he felt so horrible that he failed to protect Piers and Sherry.

“It’s not your fault, Chris. You didn’t know they were out there watching and waiting. Where is Vector? Was he hurt?”

“No, Vector left for town to gather more supplies when you fell asleep. We need to get you back to the cabin.” Chris helped Piers to stand on his feet.

“No, Chris, we have to go out there and save Sherry. We can’t let them take her to be experimented on again.” Piers whimpered as he stood. He could feel the baby moving around and kicking hard. He wondered if she was stressing out as much as him.

“We don’t even know where to start. I can pick up their scent here, but it seems they’ve disappeared. They might have used a chopper to escape,” Chris said, knowing Piers wouldn’t like the answer.

“Fuck! We were supposed to keep her safe! “ Piers started to cry, not knowing what tests Sherry would have to endure again.

Chris wrapped his arms around Piers to comfort him, blaming himself as much as Piers did. Chris didn’t want to see his soulmate hurt in such a way, he hated seeing Piers crying and heart broken.

“It’s okay, pup, we’ll find a way to rescue her, okay?” Chris held Piers closely to his chest.

Piers nodded as he buried his face against Chris’s chest, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t believe there was nothing they could do. He felt like a useless piece of trash. Piers had always believed he would be this great warrior, a great protector, but he couldn’t do anything when he was an omega and pregnant. He couldn’t risk his life or the baby's.

“Please, Piers, don’t blame yourself. We’ll get her back, I promise. Let’s go back to the cabin and get you some water. You can’t be stressing out this much, it’s bad for the baby.” Chris was worried that this much stress would cause Piers to go into labor too early. Or worse.

“I know, Chris. I love you so much.” Piers looked at Chris with his watery hazel eyes.

“I love you so much too, babe. Come on, it's too cold for you out here.” Chris held his hand and guided him back to the cabin.

Up ahead, could see some tail lights turning off. It was Vector coming back from the town. He saw both Piers and Chris walking towards him, and he could immediately tell something wasn’t right with those two. He hurried to see if they were injured or needed help.

“What happened?” Vector asked, worried.

“We got attacked by a woman in a red dress, and they took Sherry with them,” Chris answered.

“She wasn’t alone, she had a man with her. He called her Ada, and I couldn't make out who he was because he attacked me from behind,” Piers explained.

“The bitch in the red dress… yeah, I know who she is and what she does,” said Vector with a growl. “She’s a mercenary, and she picks up any job that is willing to pay her a hefty sum. She had her run in with Umbrella, so she is not working with them.”

“So another party wanted to get their paws on Sherry, too,” said Chris.

“We still have to go help her. It isn’t right for anyone to use her as a test subject.” Piers said, angrily.

“She doesn't; however, it’s going to take some time to find out where they took her. I could get some help, but it means I’ll have to get more people involved. It might be best if you both return home and forget this ever happened.”

“We can’t just pack our things and leave as nothing has happened!” Piers shouted.

“Sweetheart, calm down,” Chris urged. “It might be best if we do go home. You’re so close to going into labor, and we need to get you somewhere stable. We can trust Vector to find Sherry and take her somewhere safe.”

“I just can’t do that, Chris! I can’t just turn my back on someone who needs our help! I refuse to return to a normal life.” Piers’s eyes teared up once again.

Chris sighed and placed his hands on Piers’s shoulders and looked down at him. He really hated to see Piers cry and to be put under so much stress.

“We’ll do as much as we can to help Sherry out. But I need you to relax and think about the baby. This isn’t good for her, and it isn’t good for you either, darling.” Chris softly said.

“If you’re seriously wanting to continue being involved with this matter, I suppose you can come to the other hideout. At least it’s a lot safer there than the cabin. We also have a medic if the baby decides to arrive early.” Vector sighed, crossing his arms.

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” said Chris, looking down at Piers.

“As long as we can save Sherry.” Piers nodded in agreement.

Vector took out his phone and sent out a text letting his old team know that he was heading back to base. Chris helped to gather their things before they got back on the road. Piers took one last glance where Sherry had laid and prayed that the little fox-hybrid would be okay.

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They'd been on the road for three days, and had traveled a few states away from Raccoon city, but Piers was becoming crankier from the discomfort of being in the jeep for long periods. There were a lot of rest stops and diners along their travels. Piers felt like a spoiled brat wanting to stop so much, but he knew it wasn’t good for the baby if he was so uncomfortable. He was worried about Sherry also, and hoped she was alright, but he knew they had to be doing tests on her again.

“How are you holding up, Piers?” Chris asked, rubbing Piers' knee.

“My bones hurt, and my muscles feel so tight. I feel like I’m trapped and can’t escape. Plus, the baby is kicking too much because of the movement of the Jeep. I really feel like I’m going to be close to having her soon.”

He didn’t want to have her on the road. It wasn't clean as well, and there was no hospital nearby. That, and he didn’t think either of them knew how to deliver a baby.

“There's a rest stop coming up. We can stop there and let you walk around," said Vector.

“Thanks, Vector.” Piers sighed with relief.

Chris gently rubbed Piers’s shoulder to comfort him. He wished he could give Piers a good foot rub, but in their position in the Jeep it wouldn’t be possible. At least Piers could walk a little and try to wake his numb legs once they got there.

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Finally, they reached a rest stop that was completely empty. It was perfect for Piers, who didn’t have to fight someone for the restroom. He was in the bathroom, using the sink to clean himself up. He wished he could take a real shower instead of using napkins and paper towels to wash himself up.

Piers stared at himself in the mirror, thinking about how tired he looked. He had black bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his hair was all over the place. His tail wasn't as nice and fluffed as it normally would be, either.

“Hey, Piers." It was Chris on the other side of the door. "We're making some lunch if you want to join us.”

“Yeah, in a bit! I need to clean myself up, I smell like I was rolling in a pig pen," Piers responded, trying to wash his hair in the sink.

“I love the way you smell, even if you smell like you were rolling with the piggies,” Chris teased as he walked back to the picnic table.

“Chris," Vector said. "I can get you and Piers a safe house, but I don’t think he will be able to continue going like this. It's going to be putting a lot of stress on him and the baby. He looks ready to pop, and it would be better to not do it on the road. I know someone in the next town, they're a doctor."

“I’m starting to think it's a good idea. I wish we could go with you when you go to save Sherry, but I’d be putting my family in danger." Chris felt bad for Sherry; however, everything was getting to be a bit much for the both of them.

“Don’t stress out, I'll go save her and bring her back. We need to make sure Piers isn’t put in any more danger.”

“Thank you, Vector. You’ve been a great help to us,” Piers said, joining them.

“Don’t stress out, I'll go save her and bring her back. We need to make sure Piers isn’t put in any more danger.”

A small smile rose from his lips as his cheeks started to turn pink. He looked to the side and tried not to get shy. Even if he was this big strong Umbrella soldier but still, he was still a big soft puppy.

Piers chuckled softly and knew he shouldn’t continue. He didn’t want Vector to get embarrassed and decide to ditch them there. He walked a little bit forward, trying to stretch out his muscles.

“We should hit the road before it gets too dark," Vector continued, clearing his throat. "I want to get more miles out of the way, it still takes a while to get there."

“Of course, let’s go." Piers sighed, applying body spray as he spoke. "I’m ready to get in bed and lay down. Also, I need a bath! I must smell like a wet dog."

“I don’t mind the smell, it's wonderful.” Chris chuckled and placed an arm around Piers’s shoulder as he guided him to the Jeep.

“Oh please, Chris!” Piers shook his head.

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They arrived at a farm, located in a small town in the middle of nowhere, it was simple, quiet, peaceful, and unlikely to be somewhere an ex-umbrella soldier would live in.

“This is where Dr. Michaela Heinzwaffen lives," said Vector. "She doesn’t really like when guests randomly show up, but she's willing to let you both stay here until the baby is born."

“We’ll try not to cause too much of a problem for her,” said Chris.

“I can’t promise the same for the baby," Piers added.

The baby might cry in the middle of the night, but there might be a chance that the baby wouldn’t be a loud one, either. Piers hadn't been much of a cry baby when he was born, but Chris, on the other hand, was a loud little baby.

“She shouldn’t have a problem with the baby, but she might not want you to get in the way of her work. And keep out of the basement.”

“What's in the basement?” Chris really hoped it wasn’t another lab where they were testing the virus.

“It's her personal space, work area. Don’t worry, she doesn’t do any experiments, nor will she harm your baby. I already threatened her.”

“Thank you, Vector. Do you think maybe she couldn’t report the baby's ABO for us? If she's born an omega, I really don’t want her to be labeled and taken to the tournaments," Piers said.

“Of course, and don’t worry, she's also an omega. I know it's surprising, but the only reason she was in a high position in an umbrella was because of her skills. She's very against the games, one of the reasons why she left the umbrella among many others.”

“It still doesn’t mean we can trust her yet." Chris was becoming more protective, knowing that she was an ex umbrella soldier.

Piers looked at Chris and wrapped himself around him. He sighed softly and wished everything wasn't happening to them.

“Let’s give her a chance, Chris," said Piers. "I don’t think I can go several more miles without popping. I’m getting closer, and it will be hard for us in the long run."

Chris sighed, nodding.

They started to walk to the house as the door opened, and a woman stood watching them closely from the porch. She was a jackal hybrid, so she had been able to hear their conversation.

“It seems she might have overheard us,” Piers whispered. It was pointless, but hoped in a way she might have bad hearing.

Michaela had a smirk since she could hear them talking about her. She crossed her arms as she watched them walking towards the house.

“What misfits did you bring to my doorstep now, Vector?”

“Runaways now. They were helping hide a test subject from Umbrella in their home, but it seems like the child was kidnapped by another party. I’m going with another group to try to rescue her from a woman named Ada Wong.”

“That black widow is up to no good again?”

“You know her?” Chris asked.

“I ran into her a couple of times in other missions. She was really hard to deal with at times. She always made the mission harder than it should have been for our team. Always killing our target or taking the sample before we could get it."

“This time we’ll make sure that the spider doesn’t get in our way again.” Vector said.

Piers looked at them for a moment. He didn’t want to be rude, but he wanted to ask if he could go inside and take a shower. He placed his hand on his belly and could feel the baby kicking around.

Chris looked over and noticed Piers’s expression, then looked at the woman before clearing his throat.

“Excuse, is it okay if we go inside? We’re feeling a little tired. And it’s been a while since we could rest and take a shower," Chris said.

“Of course, come inside and make yourself at home. But don’t go into the basement or into my bedroom,” She warned.

“We'll make sure not to do anything to upset you. We really just want to rest," Piers said, almost too tired to talk anymore.

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Vector had left later that day to continue his trip. Piers missed having him around, but Sherry needed to be rescued, and neither Piers nor Chris could help Vector.

Once Piers had his warm shower and changed into more comfortable house clothes, he could finally rest and lay in bed and not get up. He was fast asleep surrounded by pillows and blankets.

Chris laid beside him, watching as he slept peacefully. He started to think about his baby sister, he wanted to call her so badly, but he wasn’t sure if Umbrella was monitoring her calls. He wondered if Michaela had a burner phone. He quickly got out of the bed while Piers rested, and he made his way back downstairs.

“Michaela, are you busy?”

“No, I was just reading my book." She was so focused on a paragraph that she didn’t bother to look up at him.

Chris wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic, or if she really didn’t mind if he bothered her. He cleared his throat and decided to ask about what he'd come for.

“Do you have a burner phone? I need to call my sister and check up on her. I won’t give her the location of the farm.”

“Eh, I guess I see no harm. However, you’ll be risking your mate and unborn child's life if you decide to spill the beans.”

Michaela stood from her comfortable chair and walked to the kitchen. She took out a cookie jar and reached inside to take out a black flip phone.

“Don’t speak about the mission that Vector is on. Umbrella might have a wiretap on her phone.”

“I wouldn’t put my baby sister's life at risk. I just need to make sure she is okay and to let her know we’re fine.”

Chris took the phone and stepped outside. He took a seat on the porch swing, and dialed Claire’s number that he knew by heart. Each ring made his heart skip a beat. He was scared something had happened to her because she wasn’t answering on the first three rings. But, finally, she picked it up.

“Hello?” Claire sounded like she had some food in her mouth.

“Claire, it’s me, Chris!” He smiled happily and felt so good to hear her voice and know she was fine.

“But who can this be? U-umbrella said you and Piers died in a vehicle accident a couple weeks ago.” He could hear the sound of her voice cracking as she held back some tears.

“T-they said we died?” Chris couldn’t believe they faked their deaths.

“Y-yeah I didn’t get to see the bodies, they said they were badly burnt…Oh, Chris, I’m so happy. We didn’t believe it. Jill even tried to look up the death certificate but they said there was an accident at the morgue and they got lost.”

“I-I’m sorry I didn't mean for this to happen. I can’t tell you anything, I don't want to risk your life. If Umbrella already…killed us off, there’s no way we can go back to our old lives.” Chris sighed. It wasn’t a life of hiding he wanted to give Piers or their daughter.

“It’s about that test subject that escaped, isn’t it? Jill did some digging around. I had a feeling you might be behind it, but the test subject…is it safe to be near it? Couldn’t it hurt Piers and the baby?”

Chris wanted to tell her badly not to worry about it. Sherry wasn’t dangerous, and couldn’t give them any virus they tested on her. He sighed softly and shook his head.

“Claire, the less you know, the better. I can’t tell you anything, Umbrella might be listening in on this conversation.”

“Chris, don’t worry. Jill made sure that there was no way for them to be tapping into our calls. I promise no one will find you wherever you’re hiding. I would never put my family at risk.”

“Still, Claire, I would rather not put you in any danger. I already placed Piers and our baby in harm's way. I don’t want to say I regret doing what we did, however I would never do it again. Please don’t try finding us, or getting in an Umbrella way.”

“I can’t promise you anything. We’ll end up finding you, Chris. I miss my family. I just wish you took me with you.”

“I would love to have you right here. I want you to meet your little niece when she is born, but Umbrella will follow you.”

“I know, but I still want to be there. I can help protect you and your family. We can protect you, Chris. I don’t know how, but we’ll find you. Jill will not stop until she finds you.”

Chris grunted for a moment. He knew his best friend wouldn’t stop until she completed her goal. And his little sister wouldn’t let it go, either. Might be a good idea to let them know where they were. But Jill and Claire were risking their lives, and would never be able to go back to the way things were. They’d be classified as a terrorist.

“Let me talk to Piers about this.”

“Chris, please tell us where you’re hiding.”

“It isn’t like that. If I tell you where we’re hiding Umbrella could find and track you. I don’t want to put you on their wanted list.” Chris frowned, he hated how he had to keep her away from him.

“You’re the only family I have left. I don’t have anyone else. There’s nothing for me here,” Claire said sadly, the tone of her words were heart breaking.

“I know…I’ll call you back, I promise, and I’ll give you my answer. I love you so much, Claire, don't you forget that.”

After hanging up with his sister, he found himself sitting out there a little longer. The sound of the door opening and a few steps walking his way caused him to turn to look at Piers. Piers was wrapped in a fleece blanket and holding a cup of hot chocolate.

“What’s wrong, Chris?” Piers could tell something was wrong with him.

“I borrowed Michaela's burner phone. I called Claire to let her know we were okay. She told me that Umbrella reported us as dead from an accident. They know we helped Sherry escape. Claire wants to meet up with us, but if I let her do that, her life will be on the run and hiding from the government. I can’t do that to my baby sister. But, I’m also the only family she has left. I want her to be part of our lives, and her little niece's life, too. Jill is already trying to track us down. I’m sure she’ll find us sooner or later. She's a good cop.”

Piers frowned as his own heart was breaking for the sibling. He took a seat beside him and offered him a sip of his hot chocolate. He had to think hard and long for a while.

“You should let her come to us, she belongs here with us. She can also help protect our little one. You need your sister as much as she needs you. We just have to be extra careful to make sure she doesn’t bring Umbrella to us.”

“What if something happens to her on the way here? I don’t want to risk her life. But you’re right I do need her here. I need to keep her safe.” Chris sighed as he took that sip of hot chocolate that Piers had offered him.

“I love you so much, Chris. I want you to be happy.” Piers leaned forward Chris’s cheek softly. “And I know she needs her big brother. She’ll be safe here with us.”

Chris stared deep into Piers’s eyes and he felt calmer. He could always count on Piers to be there for him. He couldn’t picture his life without his soulmate with him.

“I’ll talk to Michaela and Vector to find a safe way to bring her here with us. I love you so much, Piers.” Chris took hold of Piers’s hands and brought them to his lips to kiss them.

“Now, my silly bear, let’s go inside before we both catch a cold out here. Help me up ‘cause I can’t do it on my own.” Piers chuckled and leaned forward to give a kiss on Chris’s forehead.

“So demanding. C’mon, pup, let’s go inside.” Chris stood and helped Piers up on his feet.

“There is no escaping. You signed up for this, don't think you can escape.” Piers smirked as he walked toward the door.

“I don’t plan on escaping ever. My heart belongs to you and no one else.” Chris stepped ahead and opened the door for him.

Piers took two steps forward and paused as he could feel something wet running down his thighs. His eyes widened as he looked up at Chris and he started to feel the first contractions. He grabbed Chris’s arm and whimpered.”

“I-it’s time…she wants out.”

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It’d been a few weeks since the baby was born, and she was a tiny little Redfield bear-hybrid. There was a small hint of Piers in her, from the color of her eyes and to her cute little nose. They both decide on the name Charlotte Paige Redfield. She was a beta, so they didn’t have to worry about the stress or fear of her being an omega.

Piers had already, mostly, fully recovered, yet Chris wouldn’t let him do anything besides walk around and lie in bed. He was lucky that Chris and Claire were taking turns on changing the diapers and bottle feeding her while he rested.

There’d been a report from Vector a few days ago about Sherry’s new location. He was getting a small squad together, and Piers hoped that no one would die trying to rescue her. As long as they were able to bring Sherry back, that’s all that mattered.

Sitting on the bed looking, Piers watched Charlotte fast asleep, swaddled in her pink fleece blanket. He could hear Chris and Claire talking outside of their room, but he didn’t know what they were talking about. Sometimes they would sneak off to talk in secret. He wondered if it had something to do with Umbrella, and that they were planning on helping Sherry escape.

Piers looked up when the door opened and Chris walked inside and looked over at Charlotte, who was fast asleep. He smiled and took a seat beside Piers, kissing his cheek softly.

“She looks so sweet when she’s fast asleep like that.” Chris leaned back against the headboard.

“Just you wait, in an hour she’ll wake up and demand her bottle. She’s so bossy, just like her father.” Piers stuck his tongue out at Chris.

“Don’t be so cruel,” Chris chuckled. “She just knows what she wants and knows she’ll get it, no matter how loud she has to cry. I notice she doesn’t always have any tears in her eyes, either. I think she’s faking it.”

“She’s going to be a great little actress when she gets bigger, and she’ll give her best performances when she wants cookies before her meals,” Piers joked.

“I’m looking forward to it, and to see her grow up to be a wonderful little girl.” Chris wrapped his arm around Piers and pulled him closer.

“She will, and we’re lucky she’s a beta. She won’t have to do the tournament being an alpha or omega. Unless she wants to join to win herself an omega. However, I want those old ways to change. I hate how they turned us into sexual prizes for the winners. Even if that’s how we both met, I was lucky to find someone wonderful like you.” Piers pressed his lips against Chris’ kissing him deeply.

“If I had to repeat the tournament, I’d make sure to win you all over again. I’ll kill anyone that tries to hurt you or Charlotte. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you both safe.” Chris growled softly under his breath, as if there were already a threat nearby.

“I’d do the same for you and our baby girl. And I’d give my life up to keep you both safe. No matter what happens, I’ll always pick you both over my own life,” Piers said, looking into Chris’s eyes as they spoke.

“That won’t ever happen, Piers. I wouldn’t want you risking your life for mine. I’ll always protect you both, no matter what,” Chris said in return.

Chris softly stroked Piers’ ears. Deep down, Chris hoped that something like that would never happen. He always wanted to be with his family.

“You should get some rest. I’ll come up and wake you for dinner when it’s ready. Claire’s making some salmon, white rice and some mixed vegetables.” Chris said.

“That does sound really good right now. Promise to lie here until I fall asleep?” Piers laid down, closing his eyes.

“I promise to be here until you’re fast asleep.” Chris kissed him softly on the lips.

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When Piers opened his eyes, it was already dark outside. The room was completely black. He was lucky to have the eyes of a wolf to be able to see clearer. Charlotte was wide awake, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes glowed in the dark like his own.

“Did the power go out?” Piers asked aloud, as if Charlotte could answer back.

Piers could see that beneath the bedroom door was dark as well, which meant the hallway light was off too. He wondered why Chris hadn’t woken him up yet. The last time he saw Chris it was barely 4pm and sunset didn’t happen until around 8pm. He couldn’t help but to wonder what happened in those 4 hours.

Piers placed Charlotte in a baby sling against his chest. He wasn’t going to leave her in the dark bedroom all by herself. He didn’t know what was going on and didn’t think it was a good idea to leave her there with no way of defending herself.

He searched the room a bit until he found a flashlight. Even if he could see in the dark, it only showed a small distance. He could also use the flashlight as a weapon if he needed to. Walking to the door, Piers stopped, remembering that he was barefoot and made his way back to look for his house slippers beside the bed. 

It wasn’t like Chris to not awake him or leave him alone. He wouldn’t have gotten upset with Chris if he woke him up to tell him there was no power. He would have rather known that than waking up in complete darkness.

Piers made his way outside the room and into the hallway. It was pitch black. He couldn’t hear anyone either. Complete silence made him more scared, and he wondered if everyone went outside to fix the problem. Piers made his way down the stairs, gripping the rail tightly, taking each step slow.

He sniffed the air, catching the scent of cooked salmon, but there was something else, too. It took a second for him to realize that the scent was blood. He wondered if someone cut themselves in the kitchen. Hoped that was what happened.

Piers ambled towards the kitchen and looked around the room, but couldn’t see anyone. He felt his throat tighten, too nervous to speak. As he made his way further into the kitchen, he spotted a small trail of blood leading to the back door.

Piers followed the trail, watching the door close.

A sudden gunshot made him jump as he paused in place. Charlotte buried her face in Piers’ chest as she fussed with a whimper. The sound had scared her, too, since her little ears were so sensitive to loud sounds. However, the gunshot wasn’t that close to them.

Piers rubbed Charlotte’s back as he tried to calm her down, and eventually, her little cries stopped after the comfort from her daddy. Piers walked to the door window and tried to look outside. He could see a few black figures around a group of people kneeling on the ground.

Piers froze, knowing it had to be Umbrella. How could they find them out there? They’d made sure not to leave any trace of their existence in the middle of nowhere. He wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t get caught, but he didn’t want to run away.

Piers knew that Chris would want him to run and hide with Charlotte. His heart broke. What if they kill his mate and his kid sister? Looking down at Charlotte, he knew he had to protect her. There were too many for him to take on by himself. Even if he hid Charlotte some place safe, there was the risk getting killed and the others with him. Little Charlotte would starve to death. Alone.

“Where is the girl?” A man’s voice demanded from outside.

Piers knew that voice. He’d heard it enough to know it belonged to William Birkin. It really was Umbrella searching for Sherry, but they wouldn’t find her there. Ada had been kidnapped and Vector was on a search to bring her back. But would William really believe that?

“Where is she, Chris?” William repeated, louder.

“I told you I don’t know. That bitch in the red dress took her; we don’t know where she is right now!” Chris growled, flashing his fangs at William.

“You’re lying! You took our daughter… your mate, where is his mate?” William shouted at the soldiers next. “Bring his mate to me! If you can’t tell me where my child is, then I’ll take your mate and child from you! I’m sure that baby has to be born already.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on them or I’ll kill you!”

Chris stood quickly, ready to fight and rip William’s throat open. However, before he had a chance, a soldier hit him in the head with the butt of his rifle to knock him back down. Chris grunted. He could feel liquid running down the back of his neck.

Piers growled, wanting to go out there and defend his alpha. However, he could hear the front door being opened and footsteps following suit. He turned his attention back to the front room and could see the silhouettes of a few soldiers that had entered.

“We haven’t checked the stairs,” One soldier said as the other two followed behind.

Piers knew he had to make a run for it. If he got caught, something bad would happen to him and the baby. He slowly made his way to the front door, then took a quick glance upstairs. Piers could hear the soldiers’ footsteps and doors being kicked open. Next, he carefully peeked out the door, thankful that no one was guarding it. Taking the chance, he ran as fast as he could into the woods.

He had one hand holding onto Charlotte to keep her still from the bumpy ride, panting hard as he wasn’t in the best shape to be running the way he was. He lost one of his slippers half way into the run, and Piers could feel the rocks and twigs pierce against his foot. He knew he was bleeding because of the sharp pains and burning sensation.

Piers kept running for what felt like the entire night until his lungs couldn’t take it anymore. The cold air felt like knives cutting with each gasp of air he took as he leaned against the tree holding onto Charlotte. His legs trembled, threating to give out at any moment, so he took a seat on the ground.

Piers looked down at his baby girl, whose eyes were wide open, staring back at him. It surprised him that Charlotte wasn’t crying from everything that had happened. He knew he had to feed her, and he didn’t know if her diaper was clean or not, but they couldn’t go back to the house. He wasn’t sure if William and his soldiers were still there.

Piers didn’t want to go back to see if Chris was dead. He didn’t want to know if he’d lost his mate. A part of him hated Sherry. How dare she enter their lives and ruin it? He blamed himself, too, for going that day for the checkup. If he’d only had it rescheduled it, they wouldn’t have run into her.

Piers felt tears running down his cheek, knowing it wasn’t her fault. He knew Sherry was an innocent child forced into those experiments. He couldn’t hate her for trying to escape and asking for their help, but how could a parent do that to their own child?

Piers slowly took Charlotte out of her sling and pulled his shirt off. He had to feed her until he could start running again, but he didn’t know where he was going. The idea of being in one spot for too long was scary; it’d give them time to find them. He softly hummed as he closed his eyes while she drank her fill.

The sound of midnight wildlife sung their song, and he couldn’t help but to find it very relaxing. Piers opened his eyes after he felt her lips leave his nipple and placed her over his shoulder to burp her a few times. Scrunching his nose, he could smell the dirty diaper. He removed his shirt and ripped it up to make a cloth diaper for her for now.

Piers placed her back into her sling against his chest, but he was freezing without a shirt now. As he slowly got up, he felt the pain in his cut foot shoot up his leg. He started walking carefully and felt like he was a drunk, trembling a few steps, pausing every couple of feet. He had to keep going until he could find somewhere safe to hide, though.

His ears twitched a few times when he heard running water up ahead and hurried over to the fresh water flowing down the river. He moved quickly as he fell down on his knees and cup some water in his hand to drink it. It felt like God’s nectar trickling down his throat to his stomach. He drank until he couldn’t anymore, coughing a little as the cold water stung his dry throat.

Piers slowly placed his bloody foot in the water to clean it, using the leftovers from his ripped shirt to wrap his wounded foot. He looked around and wondered if he were to follow the river down, if he would find someone to help him. He gradually stood up and walked with a limp down the river.

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As the sun rose, Piers had followed the river the entire night. Only stopping a few times to rest and feed Charlotte a few times. He was down to one more piece of cloth to change her, and he worried they’d never find anyone to help them.

What could he even do? There was no one for miles. The only person he could think of was Vector. And even with that, how could he rescue Chris and Claire? Poor Michaela, who was kind enough to let them stay there, too. How could Piers refuse all three of them?

Maybe he could do a trade for all three lives for Sherry? Again, he felt horrible thinking that way, but one life could save three. Wouldn’t anyone else do that? He needed to save Chris. This time, it was his time to rescue his mate.

Piers could hear the sound of a car, and the scent of breakfast tickled his nose. He slowly started walking toward them, coming out of the woods, and saw a small diner along a road. He remembered passing there with others when they were driving to Michaela's safe haven.

Piers couldn’t really go looking the way he was at the moment. He would draw too much attention and he didn’t know if Umbrella had placed an alert for him yet. His eyes shifted to the garbage can by the diner. He was starving, and he didn’t care if he had to eat someone’s scraps. Besides, he didn’t have any money, either.

Piers slowly made his way to the garbage and dug inside until he found a half-eaten sandwich and immediately ate it. It, oddly, still tasted so good as tears ran down his cheeks. Not just because of the food, but the realization that his life was heading down the drain. He hated William so much and he hated how the world saw omegas. It was unfair. Finally, feeling happiness and then having it taken away.

The door from the restaurant opened and a young female cat hybrid holding a white trash bag stopped in step. Surprised, she watched the hungry wolf-hybrid eating out of the trash.

“P-Piers, is that you?” He recognized her to be Rebbeca. Piers dropped the sandwich and backed up as he prepared to run away.

“Reb...Rebecca? Is that really you?” Piers felt relieved that it was someone he knew.

“What happened to you? Come inside. I’ll get you some warm food and some clean clothes.” Rebecca said, worried.

“I-I can’t…I’m not sure if it is safe for me,” Piers said, scared it might be a trap. Charlotte whimpered as she fussed in his arms, her diaper dirty once again.

“You had a baby? Please, come inside. I promise it’s safe. It’s only me and Billy. I swear, whatever trouble you’re in, we can help you. Besides, your baby sounds a little fussy.” Rebecca smiled as she held her hand out for Piers to take.

Piers stared at her hand for a while before eventually he slowly took it, moving closer towards her. His ears folded back as his tail dipped between his legs. He was scared and tired, but the warmth of her hand was pleasant.

“Please, help me,” Piers whimpered as he followed her inside the kitchen of the diner.

Billy, dressed in a cook’s uniform, turned to face them. He looked confused why a half dressed wolf-hybrid was standing there in his kitchen. He could tell Piers had a bad night covered in dirt, twigs and the deep black circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

“Becca?” Billy asked.

“He’s my friend, Billy. We were both prizes in the tournament. He needs our help,” Rebecca assured. “Don’t worry, Piers, he’s my mate.”

Billy was a black raven-hybrid with jet black wings. The man nodded as he turned to continue cooking the food on the grill.

“Take a seat, pup. I’ll serve you some breakfast. Becca, get him some clothes from the back. They’ll fit a little big, but it’s better than what he’s wearing,” Billy said as he focused on cooking.

“Of course. Come with me, Piers! You can use the bathroom to clean up.” Rebecca smiled as she ushered him to an office next to the kitchen.

“T-thank you, but are you sure it is okay to help me? I’m sure Umbrella is looking for me. I don’t want to cause any problems for you and your mate,” Piers said, worried as he followed her.

“Don’t worry, Piers. We saw Umbrella trucks driving back to the city, but I don’t think they’ll come back here.”

“They’re driving back to the city?” Piers felt his heart stop, worried they were taking Chris and the others to torture them for information.

“Why are you running from Umbrella?” Rebecca asked once the door was closed.

“It’s a long story… but promise me you’ll not turn us in. Please, we didn’t do anything bad.” Piers frowned.

“Of course not. I promise, Piers. You’re safe here.” Rebecca held out a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.” Clean yourself up, and come to the kitchen when you’re ready, okay?”

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Once Piers had cleaned himself up and had his warm breakfast, he told them everything. About how they’d met Sherry and helped her escape from Umbrella, then had to go into hiding. But now that Chris had possibly been taken, Piers knew he had to go back to the city and rescue him.

“I can help you get in there,” Billy said. “I have a bitter past with Umbrella and I’m ex-military. That’ll come in handy when it comes to rescuing your mate.”

“I’ll help too!” Rebecca exclaimed. “I’ve been learning about medicine and Billy has been showing me how to use a gun.”

“Becca, it is too dangerous for you.” Billy said, worriedly. 

“If Piers is going to save his mate, then I’m going to. Cause I have to make sure you don’t get hurt.” Rebecca pouted and crossed her arms.

“You’re a stubborn cat… fine, but you’ll have to wait in the back.” Billy rubbed Rebecca’s head, lightly scratching her ears.

“I-I don’t want to risk your lives… thank you so much,” said Piers. “If I can get in contact with Vector, I’m sure he can help us too. Do you think you could teach me how to handle a gun?”

“Of course, it’s like riding a bike. Looks like we’ll be closing the diner early.” Billy chuckled and crossed his arms.

Rebecca chuckled and walked to the front of the diner to lock the door and turn off the lights. It wasn’t like there was anyone coming anytime soon, anyway. Piers smiled and looked at Charlotte, who was fast asleep in the booth next to him. He couldn’t wait to see Chris again and kiss him. He never wanted to be apart from him any longer.

Wait for me, Chris. This time I’ll be the one saving you.

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Vector had been wondering why he couldn’t reach them anymore. No one was picking up the phone for the first few days and all he got was a <i> we’re sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is longer in service.</i> from an automated message. A part of him already knew that Umbrella must have found them by now, but he was still on his mission to find Sherry. He was so close to finding her; he’d gotten a tip that she was at a mansion out in the middle of nowhere.

Vector had a small group of mercenaries that he’d brought together; however, he didn’t know if he could trust them yet. As long as they got their job done and didn’t get in his way, then it didn’t matter. Except, a part of him worried they’d betray him and out him to Umbrella. Even if he had to kill them in the end, they were a bunch of random men he would never meet again. And he would hopefully have Sherry.

Vector also wondered if Piers already had the baby and what name they’d chosen for her, or who she’d taken after the most. A little part of him hoped it would look like Piers. He found him very attractive, even if Chris was his mate. If Vector was an alpha, he would’ve picked Piers if he had entered the tournament himself. Again, after seeing the treatment of the omegas had to take to be prepared, he was glad he wasn’t.

He’d reported his whereabouts to Chris, but never thought to ask how Piers was doing. He didn’t want Chris to get jealous, thinking he was becoming too clingy towards his mate. But Vector didn’t feel anything for a taken omega who’d already been marked.

As Vector parked the Jeep in front of the mansion, he sighed, shutting off the engine. The mercenaries should’ve already gotten there first.

He stepped out of the Jeep and stared at the very lit-up mansion, but knew about the underground laboratories hidden beneath it. There was a chance he could die getting there, but he had to do everything he could to save the little girl.

“I see you, little dog,” a male Russian’s voice came from the headpiece in Vector’s helmet. “Spectre, reporting in.”

“I don’t see you,” Vector said as he looked around, keeping his ears perked to try and pick up the sound of his footsteps.

“Hiding. Don’t worry too much, doggy.” Spectre chuckled.

Vector sighed, annoyed.

“As long as you can get the job done and don’t get in my way, you can hide all you want,” Vector said coldly.

“Understood. I spotted a few soldiers by the front gate. How do you plan on entering?”

“Look for a hidden entrance. These places usually have one or two at least.” Vector got his gear ready from the back of the Jeep.

“I’ll keep watching from the back. So this kid is really special or something?” Spectre asked.

“She’s a child and needs someone to save her. She isn’t worth much. Don’t think about trying to kill me to take her for reward money. You won’t get anymore money than what I’m paying you.” Vector started walking away from the Jeep, going deep into the woods to find a sewer entrance.

“You got my attention now. I can’t promise you anything. “ Spectre chuckled. 

“It’s your death wish,” Vector warned. 

Vector walked a quarter of a mile until he found a big enough barred sewer entrance. At last, the alpha Spectre had stopped talking his ear off. He wondered where the rest of the group was hiding. He didn’t like that they hadn’t shown up yet. The feeling of someone coming out of the shadows had him on edge. However, the only footsteps echoing in the darkness were his own. He had his night version to help make things clearer to find his way through.

A sudden reminder of Piers came back to his mind, recalling how he looked locked in the cage, naked and in heat. Vector didn’t know why that suddenly came up. He wanted so badly to take Piers out and escape with him back then. If he had the courage he did now, he would’ve. He’d Piers for himself and maybe have his own baby in the oven.

“No turning back,” Vector whispered to himself. 

“Regretting your choice, kid?” Spectre asked after a long silence.

“I forgot to mute this thing.” Vector hadn’t meant to talk out loud.

“Don’t do that, I wouldn’t get to hear your cute voice,” Spectre teased.

“I wish there was a mute button on your side.”

“Did you step into a trap? Why so snappy?” Spectre continued.

“This’ll be the last, and only, mission I ever want to be on with you.” Vector spotted a barred door up ahead.

“Highly likely if one of us dies. Or you decide not to hire me again. But I’m one of the best snipers you’ll ever find around these parts,” Spectre said, cocky of his skills.

“I definitely won't be hiring you again. But, I don’t understand something. Why take a job that doesn’t pay that great?” Vector slowly pushed the door open after unlocking it and stepped into an industrial hallway. It thankfully wasn’t covered in shit water like where he’d just come.

“The experience and thrill of the kill. Besides, I don’t care for these groups of bio terrorists,” Spectre answered.

“So you know what I’m doing, then?” Vector spotted some light coming from the other end of the hallway.

“Of course. She’s the daughter of an Umbrella scientist. What sick freak would do that to their own child and turn her into some kind of weapon?”

 “You’re well informed. Does that mean you’ll try to kill me and take her for yourself?” Vector questioned as he turned off his night version and looked around, seeing another locked door that led towards a metal staircase.

“Like I said, I hate those bio terrorists. Umbrella’s no different. The tournaments they hold are just a cover up for what they do underground. Let’s just say this is personal.”

“Someone you knew was an omega, huh?” Vector asked.

“My son. His mate killed him two weeks later. Bastard thought my son wasn’t a good enough prize. No refunds or exchanges. Only way out is to kill or sell them to others,” Spectre said. Vector could practically hear the heartbreak in his voice.

“Yeah, the rules are stupid. What happened to the alpha?” Vector made his way up the stairs.

“He’s enjoying his new home six feet under the desert with his dick in his mouth.” Spectre chuckled.

“Sounds like a dream home.” Vector stopped in front of a white door. He knew opening the door meant that there was no turning back to escape through the way he’d come.

“What about you, kid? Why is this child so important that you’d risk your life on this mission?” The Russian asked.

“A promise to a dear friend.” Vector reached for the doorknob, hand trembling.

“Dear friend? No one would risk their life for a child they don’t know for a friend. Sounds like you might hold some type of romantic feeling towards them,” Spectre insinuated.

“He’s already taken. And there are no romantic feelings towards him. He was one of the prizes of the last tournament. I was his guard and I couldn’t help but want to help him,” Vector said as he slowly turned the knob.

“You’re a beta, huh? Must sting losing something you want to an alpha.”

“Yeah, I’m a beta. But it doesn’t matter. I’m still as strong as an alpha and I’ve taken a couple down in the past. But he’s in good hands. His alpha has proven to be caring and loving towards him.” Vector stepped into an elegant hallway with valuable paintings and vases containing wildflowers.

“You had the chance, didn’t you? Why didn’t you take it and take him away? I would want a beta to take my son out of that prison and run away. Makes me angry about how you betas and soldiers can stand there watching them beg for mercy. Wanting to escape and knowing the hell hole they’ll enter, but do nothing.”

“I’m sorry about your son, and that I stood there and couldn’t take Piers away when I had the chance. I was scared and followed orders like a good mutt. But Piers is happier with Chris. I don’t think I could make him happy,” Vector said truthfully. 

“Listen, kid, there’s no turning back for either of us. We can only move into the future. The way I can keep my son's memory alive is to destroy and kill all these fuckers. And yours is to keep a promise to this Piers person and save the girl. We are almost on the same boat.” Spectre sighed.

“We have to make it right for them. No turning back now, old man.” Vector smirked when he saw a guard coming around the corner. He quickly hid behind one of the doors and waited for the guard to walk by to cover his mouth and slit his throat.

~~~~~

Vector eventually found the underground laboratory. He was covered in blood and sweat, running low on ammo, and he was on his last shot to boost his adrenaline to numb any pain. He was so close to reaching Sherry. Just a little further, nothing will stop him.

“I’m surprised you made it this far,” The Russian said. “I was thinking by half way you would’ve dropped dead by now.”

Vector’s ears perked up a little. He could hear the voice coming from behind him. It wasn’t coming from the earpiece that had stopped working hours ago.

“I was wondering where you went.” Vector turned, but saw no one in the hallway.

“I was not far behind.” Spectre finally revealed himself.

Spectre was a tall chameleon-hybrid. His tail curled up a little, hidden in his uniform. When Spectre took off his mask to wipe some sweat off his forehead, he had short black hair and dark blue eyes. He had a scar running down his ear to his mouth on the right side. He Could tell Spectre was an experienced soldier.

“I found it a little odd that I hadn’t run into others I recruits yet,” Vector said.

“You won’t cause they’re all dead.”

“You wouldn’t be the reason they’re dead, would you?”

“Correct. If I can get the Birkin’s child then maybe I can make him suffer the same way. Losing their child by the hands of a pissed off father,” Spectre said as he took his combat knife from its sheath.

“She’s an innocent child, and she hasn’t done anything to you. She’s already being tortured by her father and mother,” Vector said as he did the same thing.

“She might be an innocent test subject, but her death will be quick and Birkin can’t torture her anymore. It will be a great pain for him to lose both his daughter and his rat.” Spectre stepped as he blended into the color of the wall.

“I don’t want to do this, Spectre. I don’t want to fight you.” Vector hissed. He took off his helmet and tossed it to the side. He was going to need his ears and eyes for this battle.

Vector’s ears twitched to the right before he quickly dodged a knife attack. Vector jumped back and listened again for the sound of footsteps or breathing. He dodged another attack from the left side, brushing his knife against Spectre’s as it passed.

The sound of knives crashing together echoed throughout the empty hallway. The lights flickered as a thunderstorm rumbled, roaring strong winds. A splash of crimson red painted the white walls and floors.

“I-it’s not too late. We can both save her.” Vector whimpered as he leaned against a door, hiding from Spectre. He held onto a deep cut in his abdomen.

“I can’t. I already made the promise to my beloved daughter. If I can’t get revenge, I can at least die trying,” Spectre said from behind the door.

Vector growled under his breath and turned around and jumped back as he pulled the door open wide. If it were a horror movie, it would make perfect sense. There was nothing standing there in front of him, but he could see the trail of bloody footsteps moving toward him.

“I can’t die here. I promised to find and bring her back to Piers. I can’t break that promise.” Vector stood firm.

“We both made a promise we can’t break.” Spectre suddenly appeared in front of Vector, aiming for his throat.

Vector moved to the side quickly and shoved his knife into Spectre’s chest, pushing it all the way inside. Spectre grunted and dropped his knife to the floor. He placed his hand on Vector’s shoulders, squeezing firmly before it softened. Spectre fell to his knees in front of Vector and let out a single chuckle.

“Even in the end… I wasn’t the father she needed.” Spectre slowly fell to his side, taking his last breaths.

Vector looked at him on the floor. He understood Spectre wanted his revenge for his daughter, but he got in the way. He grunted and leaned against the wall, looking out the window, and watched the heavy storm.

“I promise I’ll kill Birkin for you. Reunite with your daughter, soldier.” Vector forced himself out of the room, holding his side. The job wasn’t done yet.

~~~~~

Vector had taken out a few more guards along the way. Some scientists as well that had gotten in his way. He’d patched himself up quickly to stop the bleeding, crudely stitching himself up to close the wound, but it got the job done. He was weak, and he’d lost a lot of blood, but he was still on his feet, trying his hardest to get to the end.

The rain kept falling down hard as the wind roared outside. Vector had already lost track of time; he wasn’t sure if it’d been one hour or two since he’d fought Spectre. It was a shame. If only he could’ve made Spectre join his side, then everything would be quicker, but Umbrella had ruined so many lives along the years.

Vector didn’t know why he waited so long to notice the pain that he'd help cause for everyone. Not only the omegas suffered, but even their parents. Vector understood why it hurt so much for Spectre to lose his child in such a horrible way. It was just a shame that there were parents like Birkins willing to torture their only daughter.

“I wonder what type of father Chris will be,” Vector muttered to himself.

Vector walked through a metal door, into the last room of the laboratory. There was a big water tube in the center of the room, surrounded by monitors. Inside the tube was a naked white fox hybrid. Vector stared at it, confused. He wondered if he’d taken a wrong turn. He was looking for a child, not a grown woman.

“Who the fuck are you? “Vector grabbed the chart from nearby.

Test subject Sherry Birkin. Virus type G. Age 12. We upped her dosage of the G-Virus to get quicken progress. When we are done with her, the world will be different. With her blood, the betas will become omegas or alphas. For the price of her blood in the market will make us richer than Umbrella. We had to make her age quicker for the blood to be more effective. Her pheromones will be stronger than any alpha in rut or omega in heat.

Vector looked at the sleeping Sherry in the center of the tube. He couldn’t believe they’d aged her up to make her look like she was in her twenties. He watched her for a moment before going to the computer nearby and started the draining process.

Vector took a seat on the chair nearby and closed his eyes. He needed to rest them for a bit before he had to go again. He didn’t know how he ended up dozing off to the sound of water being drained.

“Mister Vector, are you okay?” A soft voice said as two gentle, damp hands touched his cheeks.

Vector groaned and opened his eyes. He saw a white fox hybrid in front of him. He knew it was Sherry, but she looked so different now.

“Sherry… yeah, I’m fine. But what about you? Are you okay?” Vector sat upright, hissing from pain.

“I-I feel so different. My body aches and my bones hurt. I don’t know what they did to me… I know I’m not my old self anymore.” Sherry had glanced at her reflection in the tube’s glass when she’d woken up from.

“They aged you up, kid. I don’t think there’s a way to make you go back to your old self.” Vector pet Sherry’s head.

“Maybe now I can take care of myself. My parents may not even know how I look anymore … and maybe I’ll have a better chance of hiding now,” Sherry said with hope in her voice.

“Eh, yeah, that is a good point. You can finally live a normal life… maybe.” Vector tried to stand, whimpering from the pain. He fell to his knees and held his wound.

“Vector, wait. We need to get you something to help with your cut and pain.” Sherry sounded genuinely concerned.

Vector slowly sat there, panting a little as he watched her as she searched the room for first aid.

“Piers’ going to be happy that I found you.” Vector smiled slightly and wondered if it was morning already. He wondered if Chris was taking Piers breakfast in bed.

“I’m going to be so happy seeing him, too. You all saved my life. I’m so grateful. I wish there was something I can do or give,” Sherry said as she walked back with a first aid kit.

“I’m sure you can babysit or something.” Vector moved his hand away from his wound. “I think I’ll have to take off my vest so you can clean the area out. Have you ever stitched before?”

“I’ve stitched my teddy’s arm back together… it’s the same thing, right?” Sherry smiled nervously.

“Yes, just like that, sweetheart.” Vector took off his vest and opened up his shirt for her to seal it. “I hope you can handle the blood.”

“It’s just ketchup…” Sherry’s hands shook as she tried to thread the needle.

“Take your time… you won’t hurt me any more than I already am. I can handle a little needle and thread. I know you’ll do a good job.” Vector smiled, attempting to reassure her. 

Sherry smiled. It felt nice being told she could do a good job. Her parents never once praised her, even when she passed her tests. They were never proud of her. She always thought that maybe she’d never be good at anything and didn’t deserve to be told she was good at something. Her hands work gently as she stitched his wound close. Vector sat there quietly, afraid if he made any noise that it would spook her.

Before she could finish closing the wound, the needle stabbed her finger tip causing a small drop of blood to fall into Vector’s open wound. She hissed, but continued closing it.

“Are you okay?” Vector looked down and saw a small amount of blood coming from her finger.

“It’s nothing. I just poked myself. I’ll put on a bandaid,” Sherry said as she grabbed a cloth from the side to clean her bloodied hands.

Vector sighed, petting her head softly.

“Thanks, kid. We should get going. I don’t know if they’ll send reinforcements.” Vector stood and fixed his gear.

“Wait, take this. It will help with the pain.” Sherry held out two white pills in her palm. “It’s just regular acetaminophen.”

Vector studied the pills before taking them from her and swallowed them without any water. As they made their way to the door, Vector looked over his shoulder.

“There’s a bloody trail out there. We should get you one of those scientist's shoes before we go out so you don’t step in it. And thank you for the pills, kid.” Vector smiled slightly at her.

Sherry looked down at her outfit. She was just in a pair of white shorts and a white shirt. She noticed how cold the floor felt beneath her bare feet. She smiled and nodded.

“Yes, sir!” Sherry smiled and went exploring the room for a lab coat and some rubber boots to put on.

Vector stood there and waited for her to play dress up. The pain was fading away; he didn’t think the pills would work so quickly, but they had. He didn’t want to question, scared another wave of pain would hit out of nowhere.

“Ready to go!” Sherry walked over towards him dressed as one of the fallen scientist that’d tortured her. “I found this while I was searching. I don’t know if it will be of any use to you.”

Sherry held out a knife in her right hand and a handgun in her left.

“These’ll be useful. Good find kid.” Vector smirked and took the gun. “Keep the knife for yourself for protection.”

Sherry smiled and nodded as she held the knife. This time, she would fight back and protect herself. She knew she couldn’t always rely on their help. The new body of hers was stronger. She could fight back. She wasn’t a weak child anymore.

“Let’s go, Vector. We have to meet up with our friends!” Sherry said as she took her first step out of the laboratory.

“This’ll be a little hard to explain to them. The new you, I mean.” Vector chuckled and followed behind her.

Vector felt a little strange, but he tried to keep it in the back of his head. He had to make sure they both got out of there. Besides, he was alive, and he planned on taking a little break from any more missions once he got her back.

“Do you think maybe we could stop somewhere and eat?” Sherry’s stomach growled.

“Of course. I would love to sit down and have breakfast with a large cup of coffee.” Vector smiled, unable to wait to get the hell out of the mansion.

“I would really love some waffles and a large glass of chocolate milk, too!” Sherry grinned wildly.

“Kid, you can have happy faced waffles, you deserve it.” Vector chuckled. 

“We both deserve happy faced waffles!”

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Vector had been driving in the Jeep for a couple of hours. He didn’t understand the sudden burning feeling in his stomach. He was sweating as if he were burning up from a fever, but he tried to remain calm and show no sign of discomfort to Sherry. Thankfully, she was fast asleep in the back seat.

Vector wondered if his fever had anything to do with his cut. He needed to get treatment, but he didn’t want to risk any stops at the pharmacy. There would be too many questions, and he wasn’t sure how he could get antibiotics without seeing a doctor first.

He thought maybe it would pass if he could get something to eat or drink. It’d been a while since he’d had anything, anyway, so it was possible. He could go days without food or drink because of his training, but this didn’t feel like that.

Shaking, he suppressed a whimper beneath his breath and turned the air conditioner higher to make the Jeep colder. His ears folded back beneath his hair, covering them up as he dug his fingers tighter into the steering wheel, hoping that somehow it would take some of his pain away as his knuckles turned white.

Continuing to drive, he saw a small diner sign a few miles up ahead. Vector thought it might not hurt if they stopped and got a bite to eat, maybe use the payphone and get in contact with anyone at the cabin. He wondered what was happening there, he hadn’t been able to get in contact with them when he’d tried to call before. A part of him was worried that Umbrella might have found them, but he was hanging on to hope that wasn’t the case and that maybe there was a problem with the phone or service.

“We’re going to stop here for a bit. Get a bite to eat while I try to get a hold of the others,” Vector said as he parked the Jeep into an empty parking spot outside the diner.

“Do you want me to order you something?” Sherry asked.

“Just a coffee for now, and five of those creamer cups.” Vector smiled as he took the seat belt off, appreciative of her offer.

Vector kept a close eye on Sherry as she went inside the diner, sitting in the jeep for a moment to collect himself, whimpering as he held his stomach. He swore under his breath before he forced himself out of the Jeep and went to the payphone near the side of the building.

In barely two steps, everything spun, and he barely reached the phone. His vision became static before turning black and he soon hit the ground. He hit his head on the parking spot bumper, and it didn’t take long for Sherry to come out of the diner, rushing to his side.

“Vector? Vector!” Sherry cried out as she placed her hand on top of his head wound, attempting to stop the bleeding.

Rebecca came out shortly after hearing the cries from outside and rushed over to check on them.

“What happened?” Becca knelt beside them to get a better look.

“I don’t know, he just fainted! I don’t think he’s eaten or slept recently.” Sherry didn’t want to say that Vector had a stab wound. It would be hard to explain how he got it.

“Go inside and call for Billy. He can help me carry him inside. I need to stop the bleeding, then we can take him to a clinic.”

“No, please! We can’t go to the clinic. I’m sure Vector has a med-kit in the Jeep. We could use that.“ Sherry stood, gaping at Rebecca with fear in her eyes.

Becca thought they must be on the run from Umbrella, and something told her that she had to help them. They were already hiding Piers and the baby from the company.

“Alright. As long as there’s some kind of antibiotic in the kit we should be okay. Just call out Billy for me. I’ll still need to stitch up the wound on his head before he loses too much blood.”

“Thank you!“ Sherry rushed inside, calling for Billy.

Billy hurried out of the back of the kitchen. He knew something must have happened while he was busy making some pancakes for Piers to eat. Becca had been gone too long, and there was a panicked white fox hybrid standing in front of him.

“What’s going on?” Billy asked as he wiped his hands with a towel before shoving it in the pocket of his apron.

“Please come out and help Vector! He’s injured and your friend told me to ask you to help us!” At that moment, Sherry realized she’d had no time to ask for Becca’s name or given hers.

Billy rushed outside to see Becca knelt over, holding a dog-hybrid’s head.

“This is one hell of a day. What happened?” Billy asked as he pulled Vector from the ground, easily carrying him in his arms bride style.

“I don’t know,” the fox answered. “He just fainted. He hit his head on the bumper.

“I’ll need to stitch him up,” Becca said to Billy as she pulled open the diner doors for him. “There looked like there were more injuries, too.”

Billy scrunched his nose when he caught a familiar smell from Vector.

“Get your supplements, too. I think he’s going into heat. I can smell it and it’s getting to me.” Billy tried his hardest not to get turned on. He was faithful to Becca, but the alpha inside didn’t care about that.

“Lay him on the table and go get my bag from the break room. Why didn’t he take his supplements knowing he was going into heat?” Becca wondered a loud, not understanding why an omega would be that careless.

Sherry hurried inside carrying a med-kit. She paused and stared at them, uncertain of what to do or say, as Billy went to the back to get Rebecca's bag.

“He isn’t an omega, he’s a beta,” Sherry said, confused, worried she might be the cause.

“He’s an omega. There’s no denying the pheromones he’s giving off. Bring that kit over here and open it for me. I’ll need the gloves first.” Becca rushed to the counter and bent down, retrieving Billy’s bottle of whiskey.

“But you don’t understand, he isn’t an omega… he’s a beta. T-there’s something in my blood that might be changing him into an omega.” Sherry opened the kit and handed her two pairs of gloves.

Rebecca paused for a moment, staring at Sherry as if she were on something, but she didn’t want to ask any more questions until she could close Vector’s wound. Putting on the gloves, she got to work.

“Here, take this, kid. I’ll be outside until then. Just call me when it is safe to come back in.” Billy growled low as he bit down on his lower lip and headed outside to calm himself down.

Rebecca was glad she got one of the faithful alphas she could have met. If it was some other alpha, they would’ve quickly taken the chance to mark Vector without his consent. As she finished stitching the wound on Vector’s head, she moved to check the wound on his stomach next and immediately noticed the infection. She injected him with antibiotics followed by her own supplements in hopes of bringing down the fever and pain. 

The supplements were used to help control omega heat cycles. It was handy for the omega to carry them around, so no alpha, or even betas, would try to take advantage of their drunk-lust state. The omegas would lose their minds without them, unable to think correctly and do things they normally wouldn’t. Most of the time, the supplements were taken as a part of the tournament before they had their first heat, but not always.

“Okay, let’s try this one more time. You said he’s a beta, but he’s coming off omega. And you said it had something to do with your blood?” Rebeca asked curiously as she removed her glove.

“I don’t know if I should tell you, but I want to get Vector help. Please don’t turn us in. We’re in danger. I’m the daughter of William Birkin, a head scientist that works for Umbrella. He did something to my blood to make it able to change the gene in betas to turn them into them. My mother and father wanted to kill off the betas and make them into omegas. The lack of omegas to breed is a small population, so they’re trying to create more of them. Even if it means turning their daughter into this freak of a monster.” Sherry lowered her ears with shame and whimpered.

“I promise we won’t be turning you in to Umbrella. I was a prize in the last tournament; that’s how I met Billy and a good friend. He’s also on the run from Umbrella right now. He’s hiding in the office with his baby. Earlier, his mate got attacked and taken by Umbrella,” Rebecca explained.

“M-my friends were on the run from Umbrella, too. T-they helped me escape the facility and kept me hidden in their apartment before I got kidnapped by a black widow. B-by chance are their names Piers and Chris?”

Rebecca got quiet and stared at Sherry before, slowly, she nodded her head and glanced towards the office.

“Piers is here with his baby girl; her name’s Charlotte. They captured Chris and a few others back at the cabin. It just happened last night. He escaped with Charlotte and he’s been here since this morning. I’ll let him know that you and Vector are here.” Becca walked to the office room and stepped inside to inform Piers about the situation.

Piers hurried out of the office with Charlotte in his arms as she sucked on one of her mittens. Piers couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sherry was now in an adult body, not the little girl that he’d met before. Not even close. He wasn’t sure what they did to her, but he could just tell it was the same girl.

“Sherry. What… what did they do to you?” Piers approached her, unable to stop staring.

“I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing. I-I’m so sorry for what happened to Chris. This is all my fault. If I turn myself in, maybe I could exchange myself for their release.” Sherry frowned, feeling horrible with the knowledge that it was all happening because of her.

Piers wanted to say yes, to rush into the office and use the phone to call Umbrella and get an exchange started. But he knew he couldn’t risk her life. They’d risked so much just to hand Sherry back over to Umbrella.

“No… we won’t be doing that. Please, let us find another way. We’ll break into Umbrella and rescue them ourselves if we have to. It’s my time to rescue Chris from that hellhole. I have to prove to them that omega are just as strong as any alpha.” Piers smiled and looked down at Charlotte in his arms. “I want to make this world a better place for her and everyone else.”

“I want to help you make it better,” Sherry said, fist clenched and ready for a fight. “Please let me join in to rescue them. I have to show my father… William. That I’m not a test subject. I’ll prove to him and Annette that I’m strong and I’ll never let anyone hurt me ever again.”

“There’s nothing I can say or do to stop you from coming with us? It looks like we’ll have to train and get ready for this battle.” Piers knew they’d need a miracle for them to get strong enough to break into Umbrella, get past security to even get close to saving them.

“Besides, I have a secret that they don’t know I’ve acquired thanks to my captors’ help. They enhanced my abilities. Also, I think my blood can turn betas into omegas... cause Vector is on the diner floor and he’s in heat,” Sherry said, a little nervous, not sure how Piers would react.

Piers stared at her, confused as hell by her words. Besides Sherry being an adult now, she also had some kind of abilities to change the genes of betas. He didn’t know why they’d want to kill out of the betas, though.

“B-but why would they want to do that to the betas?” Piers asked. “Our daughter…she’s a beta.”

“Oh… I promise to keep my blood away from her. But, I think it’s because they want to make more omegas. They said there’s a shortage. And I just ruined Vector’s life by turning him into an omega.” Sherry teared up. 

Piers didn’t know what to tell her, and he didn’t know how Vector was going to react to the news to tell her it was fine. He placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her.

“Vector’s a good guy. I’m sure he’ll understand, but… his whole life is going to change now. I doubt he’s going to be happy. Probably scared. We’ll have to help and protect him. Right now, he’s in danger and needs us to look out for him. Like he’s done for us.”

Piers knew he’d depended on Vector for so much of the last past few months. Now he had to repay him. If only he was a little stronger, though. Then he could help out everyone around him. A part of him was scared, though. He didn’t know if he could step up to be the hero that they all needed.

“Why don’t you go rest and eat something?” Piers suggested. “I’m sure you’re tired and hungry. I’ll go check up on Vector.”

“I’m so sorry… I know I did so much damage to everyone around me. But I promise, I’ll make this all right.” Sherry wiped away a tear and lowered her ears as she took a seat in one of the diner’s booths.

Piers sighed as he stood there, not sure what to do. It was so overwhelming, everything happening at once. He really needed one of Chris’ bear hugs to cheer him up at that moment.

Coming to his senses, Vector lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling of the diner. He couldn’t remember much, but his head was pounding like he got run over by a truck. Sniffing the air, he recognized the scent of an omega in heat. With a grunt, he slowly sat up and looked around the room. In the far corner, he saw Sherry resting her head on her arms at a table, fast asleep.

“Hey, Vector,” Piers said softly as he stood behind the counter pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Piers? What are you doing here? What happened? Am I dreaming? Are you in heat? You shouldn’t be this close if you are.” Vector knew it couldn’t be a dream. The pain was too real to be.

Piers slowly added milk and sugar to his coffee. He didn’t know which of Vector’s questions to start from, so he started with an easy one.

“It’s not a dream. You fainted in the parking lot and cracked your head open. My friend Rebecca patched you up… you remember her, right? She was the cat-hybrid I befriended before the tournament. Also, Umbrella found us at the cabin, but I was able to escape with my baby that night. I found my way here at this diner.” Piers took a small sip of his coffee and started to fill a new mug of coffee for Vector.

Vector stared at Piers as if he were speaking another language. It took a while for him to process what Piers was saying to him.

“How could they find you so quickly? I was sure it was safe there. What happened to Chris? Where’s the baby?” Vector asked.

“She’s asleep and safe in the office. They captured Chris, Claire and Michaela. I couldn’t do anything, just run as fast as I could to make sure they didn’t take her, too."

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll help rescue Chris and get the others back,” Vector said. “I know the layout of the facility.” Vector sat upright to get off the floor before he noticed the wetness between his thighs.

“You can’t right now, not in the condition you’re in, Vector. You’re an omega now.” Piers rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him from standing up.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Vector demanded. “I’m a beta.”

“No, not anymore. Sherry’s blood somehow got into your bloodstream and changed your genes to turn you into an omega. You’re the reason the diner smells like that.” Piers wished he was lying and that it was all just a cruel prank.

“No… fuck no!” Vector slammed his fist against the counter a few times, hard, until his knuckles bled.

Sherry shot up from her seat, dashing outside with tears trailing down her cheeks. It was all her fault, all the pain they were going through was her fault. Charlotte’s cries could be heard from the office as Piers managed to stop Vector from hurting himself.

“It’s a fucking lie! This can’t happen to me!”

It surprised piers to see that Vector was crying. All he could do was to wrap his arms around Vector and hold him closely. 

“I’ll help you,” Piers promised. “You’ve helped me so much. Please trust in me. I’ll help you, no matter what happens. I won’t let Umbrella hurt you, or turn you into a prize for some alpha, either.”

“Fuck Umbrella…” Vector growled, taking a moment to think before speaking again. “I’ll still help you rescue Chris and others. And I’m going to burn Umbrella to the ground on the way out.”

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It’d been less than a week that Vector had come out as omega. The entire group had tried to help with his heat cycles, urges coming and going, but they had to move to a different location: a mobile home trailer that Billy owned on a small piece of land a few miles out from the diner.

Because of Vector’s scent, Billy slept in his truck, not wanting to take advantage of him even if he were an alpha. Billy only loved Rebecca and he wouldn’t dare try to take another omega while he had a beautiful cat-hybrid by his side.

Unfortunately, his type would make training three omegas with him challenging, but they needed it to take down Umbrella. They’d be nothing against their elite soldiers otherwise.

There was also the baby. He had no idea where they were going to leave her to keep her safe.

Sitting on the tailgate of his truck, drinking an iced cold beer from a chest beside him, Billy knew he really needed Vector’s help with the training. Especially in hand-to-hand combat. Even with guns, knowing CQC was a necessity when it came to battle. Billy only wished he had more time to train them. properly. There was a high chance one of them could get severely injured fighting against Umbrella’s mercenaries.

Nearby, Piers reclined on a lawn chair under a tree to bottle feed Charlotte. Holding her felt as if he were carrying fifty pounds of extra weight because of his injuries, even though she was ten at most. Charlotte’s eyes were glued to the clouds passing by as she drank her milk in peace, oblivious to what was going on around her.

“She’s so cute, Piers,” said Rebbeca as she stood beside him with a bottle of water. “I can see a lot of you in her.”

“There’s a lot of Chris in her, too. She’s going to be a powerful bear when she grows up, Just like her daddy.” Piers smiled up at her.

“Of course. Even if I haven’t met Chris yet, I know she’s going to be strong like her father, too. We just need a little more training and then we’ll go in and rescue her daddy.” Rebecca winked.

“And I’ll make sure that happens,” Vector added as he joined the two. He looked to be doing a lot better than the day before.

“How are you feeling?” Piers noticed there was no scent.

“Like the fever has gone away and I’m ready to help train you all.” Vector glanced at the baby. “Looks like our little cheerleader is already having her breakfast.”

“She can’t miss her bottle or she gets cranky like her father.” Piers chuckled and thought about how Chris would get grumpy if he didn’t have his cup of coffee.

“You’ll get to see his cranky self very soon, pup,” Vector said as he glanced at Sherry running laps around the yard. “I’m going to help Billy train you three. We’ll need to find another group to help get inside Umbrella. We are a small group and some of you’re not trained. It takes years to get to the level of training like Umbrella soldiers have.”

“Don’t give up hope on us yet, Vector. You’d be surprised what little we can do if we set our minds into it. Besides, we'll have something we want to fight for and protect. I’m sure if we find more people with the same ideas of bringing down Umbrella and old ways of tournament, things’ll go smoother. I don’t want that world to exist for young omegas. And I’m sure there’s others, too.”

“Yeah, now I’m at risk of being one of those prizes for those sick fuckers. I know it wasn’t her fault that her parents turned her into an anti-type person, but it took away my choice of deciding if I wanted to change them.” Vector crossed his arm, still pissed off about it.

“No one should be forced to do something they don’t want. Besides, I’m sure there has to be some way to turn you back into a beta. If they could create whatever virus inside of Sherry’s blood, they must have made a cure.”

“I hope so. For my sake and all the other betas out there.” Vector knew Charlotte knew Charlotte was a beta, too. “I should get the guns ready. I’m going to have you all practice shooting moving targets.”

“I’ll be there after I get her to sleep and put some ear muffs on.” Piers didn’t want the noise of gunfire scaring her and causing her to cry. He always made sure she was safe in the trailer, far away from their training.

~~~~~

Over the next two weeks, the group’s handling of their weapons and fighting had improved. Piers had proven to be a better sniper than anything else, but he also had a submachine gun. Rebecca was good with a handgun and also found herself a grenade launcher no one could part her with and Sherry had her own modded triple-shot handgun, courtesy of Billy, and a stun rod for close range protection.

Billy looked over the group and knew this was the best they would get to in such a short amount of time. He couldn’t help but worry one of them would get seriously injured or worse, though. Their situation was different from back when he was a soldier; they were attempting to take down a whole paramilitary group, an entire pharmaceutical company, while they were only a handful. No back up No intel.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” Vector asked as he joined Billy’s side, arms folded over his chest.

“Yeah, we’re rushing into an early grave. We really need some more help before we go in there.” Billy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I think there’s someone I can ask for help. My old Captain. However, he still works for Umbrella,” Vector said, unsure whether HUNK  would turn them in should he make contact.

“Do you think you can really trust him? You’re risking our lives if he decides to betray us in the end. And if Umbrella gets their hands on Sherry, there will be no more betas in this world.” Billy was a little on edge to agree with this. Vector wasn’t just risking their lives, but the lives of billions.

Vector thought carefully before he answered.

“I’ll see about setting up a meeting. If things go sour, I’ll end his life on the spot. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m helping hide Sherry. All they know is that I left the job to live a quiet life for now.” Vector glanced at Piers.

“If you’re positive, then go get his help. We’ll need all we can get at this point. We also need to find somewhere safe to hide the baby with someone we can trust.” Stressed, Billy knew the others felt it, too.

Piers walked up to them after overhearing some of their conversation. His ears twitched a few times as he looked them over.

“I think I can get some more help. Chris’s best friend and his partner. I’m sure she would gladly come and help us. Maybe a few others in her team, but they’re in the S.T.A.R.S.”

“They’re not dirty cops right?” Billy asked. 

“I know Jill isn’t at all. However, I don’t trust their captain much. I don’t want to ask him for help. I’ll have to make a phone call. Do you think you could take me back to the diner?”

“Yeah, I can take you. Get in the pickup. I’ll let Rebecca know we’re headed over there.” Billy waved towards Rebecca to draw her attention.

“Thank you, Billy.” Piers held Charlotte in his arms and walked to the truck, hopping in.

It just came to mind that Piers didn’t know Jill’s personal number, and he didn’t know if he should call the police station. He was scared that Umbrella might have tabs on calls and maybe monitoring Jill.

Billy got in on the driver's side and started up the truck to drive towards the diner. They remained quiet, not much small talk between the two.

“Billy, I might need another favor from you. I’ll need you to call the police station and ask to speak to Jill Valentine. I don’t know if Umbrella might be listening to the conversation.”

Billy grunted and looked at him and back at the road. There were so many new groups of people entering his life and causing so much drama.

“Okay. But you’re sure she won’t run to Umbrella and tell them what we are planning on doing?” Billy asked once again.

“She’s Chris’s best friend. I doubt she would betray us like that. I have hope she can help us out and make our group stronger. Besides, Vector is going to ask HUNK to help us and he’s an actual employee of Umbrella. What do we have to lose?”

“Our lives, pup. But we’re low on numbers and we do need more hands who know how to use guns. I’d rather none of us die and I can continue my life working in the diner with Rebecca. I enjoyed my quiet, simple life with her.” Billy considered his next words.

“I know your mate and a lot of other people are in danger,” said Piers, clenching a fist as he looked away. “If we could successfully break into Umbrella and free them, and stop the tradition of using omegas as prizes and harming them, I’ll gladly help out them again.” Piers sighed. “Thank you for being one of the good alphas. I really don’t want any of us to die. I don’t want to leave Charlotte without both of her parents, either. However, Umbrella needs to stop and Sherry’s blood is a bioweapon now.”

Billy nodded as he parked the truck in front of the diner. He gripped the steering wheel tight for a while, close to turning the truck back on and drive away.

He sighed and opened the door.

“Let me go call this Jill.” Billy walked toward the payphone and took out a few coins from his pocket.

Piers got out of the truck and stood by it, watching as Billy spoke on the phone. He crossed his arms and waited to hear what Billy had to tell him, and after a few minutes, Billy returned to the truck.

“She said she’d come to the diner to eat. I told her that there was a special on crispy red tomatoes, hamburgers, and a side of pecan pie. Limited time. Helps <i>charity</i>. Let’s hope she understands.” Billy unlocked the diner.

“She’ll figure out it’s something else.  I just hope she doesn’t get followed by anyone. Or bring anyone. Will it only be the two of us?” Piers followed him inside.

“I was thinking of sending you back, so it’s just me working here. If she’s being followed, then it wouldn’t be a good idea having you here. You’re still on their wanted list.” Billy said as he flipped on the lights.

“But, Billy, it would be better if I stay cause she knows me, and she might not listen to you.” Piers walked behind the counter to get himself a glass of water.

Billy grumbled, considering whether it was worth risking Piers’, Charlotte and his own life if Jill brought the enemy right to their doorstep. However, he also knew the Piers wouldn’t leave the diner without being tied up and dragged back to the trailer.

“Fine. But you need to stay hidden until I think it’s safe for you to come out. And if things do go bad, I need you to drive away. I don’t need them finding Rebecca and the others.”

“I understand Billy. I won’t risk my child’s life or my friends. I’d kill myself before I give them any information.”

Billy sighed and nodded. He started up the grill, since it had to make it seem like they were actually open for business.

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It’d been three hours and business was slow as always, a few folks came to eat and left right after, but none of them were JIll.

Billy liked the slow pace of diner work. It was Billy’s dream job, unlike being a soldier. He enjoyed flipping burgers and watching Rebecca wait tables. However, now he had to do both jobs, since he wouldn’t let Piers out of the office.

Eventually, Jill stepped into the diner, looking around in the hope she could spot familiar faces. However, there was currently only one other person in the diner as she walked toward the counter and took a seat.

“I was told there was a special. Are you the one that called?” He could see she was a lioness-hybrid. Alpha.

“Yeah. What drink can I get you?” Billy asked as he grabbed a clean glass.

“I’ll have a coke. But I’m not really here to eat, am I?” Jill placed her hand on her holstered gun attached at her hip.

“No. You’re not. Were you followed? Or has anyone been watching you?” Billy places the drink in front of her, then leaned both hands against the counter.

“I have noticed a lot of new faces at the department. I don’t think I was followed, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t. This has to do with Chris and his mate, doesn’t it?”

Jill figured out a while ago that something must have happened to her partner. She hadn’t seen him for a while, and he never disappeared without a word. Even more suspicious is that his baby sister was also missing, too. Along with Chris’s mate.

“Yeah, it does. He got himself caught up in something bad. Chris is in big trouble and Piers needs your help to rescue him. Piers is putting a lot of trust in you. I really hope you don’t betray him by bringing Umbrella here.” Billy looked over his shoulder and saw Piers stepping out of the office.

“Jill, please help us rescue Chris. His daughter needs her father.” Piers frowned as stood in the doorway, feeling helpless.

 Jill nodded. “I promise to help bring Chris back home. Now tell me what happened and why Umbrella is after you.” 

“It all started with a child we met in the Umbrella building….”

Piers explained everything.

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Jill’s head was spinning as she tried to figure out where to go and how she could help them. Of course she was going to save Chris. But it was going to be difficult to get in there with only a small group. She would have to recruit a few others to join them if she wanted to stand a chance. Thinking about the challenge, she wished the soda she was drinking was something a bit stronger. Something to take the edge off.

“I can’t believe Chris got himself wrapped up in all of this without telling me! He could have trusted me with this,” Jill growled under her breath. “I guess he was trying to get as little people as possible involved for safety, but still.”

“He really cares about you, Jill,” said Piers. “You’re one of the few people I could think of that he would trust about this. He was so secretive because of our daughter. I’m willing to fight and rescue him myself, but I don’t think I can do this alone. They’re an army and we’re a small group; it’d be suicide.”

“Damn that bear.” She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead in frustrating. “He seems to enjoy getting himself into dangerous situations. But he was always there to rescue me whenever I got in trouble in the past.” She lowered her arm to rest her hand on her hip, but continued, “Don’t worry, I’ve got a few friends that can help.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this unless you completely trust them. We don’t want them to get our location. Even if you don’t find anyone, I’ll be grateful for your help, Jill.” Piers held out his hand to shake hers.

“Don’t worry, just make sure to have some food and beer for us when we get back.” Jill winked and shook his hand before she left the diner.

“This is going to be interesting,” Billy said as he collected the dirty dishes from the tables. “I can tell she’s a good fighter. I have a feeling we can trust her.”

“Chris told me a few stories about her. Apparently, she’s one of the most badass lioness-hybrids he’s ever met.” Piers smiled, following him into the kitchen while they cleaned up.

“Now that I’ve seen her in person, I think I’ve heard about her before,” said Billy, setting the plates and cutlery in the deep sink. “A few buddies of mine talked about her back at the police station. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s one tough cookie. I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

Billy removed his apron and hung it on the wall, stretched his black wings that were stiff from not opening them for hours on end, and groaned with relief.

“Should we go back? I’m sure Charlotte is missing me and I want to hold her in my arms.” Piers wanted to spend as much time as he could with her before leaving her on the mission.

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ll bring some hamburgers for the others.” Billy made a few quick, simple hamburgers to go.

Piers watched Charlotte fast asleep in her little basket, her belly moving up and down, rhythmic and steady. He smiled. It was adorable how much she looked just like Chris when she was sleeping. Tearing his eyes from her, he stood went to the window, looking at the moon and admiring its beauty. This time, he frowned and wondered if Chris was looking at the same moon. Tears ran down his cheek; he missed his mate so badly it hurt. Being away from Chris felt like he was dying. Not being able to feel his warm touch, soft lips against his own as their bodies touched beneath the bedsheets.

“It’s so painful not being with your daddy,” Piers whispered, going to check his supplies for the trip.

Piers examined his sub-machine gun, making sure it was in good condition. He never thought he’d have to use it. This wasn’t what he was meant to be; not a soldier, only an omega with no skills or purpose besides breeding.

Next, he turned his attention to the sniper rifle Billy trained him to use and was pretty good with. Piers ran his fingertips along the cold metal, itching to use it already, but only for one purpose.

“I’ll prove my strength soon and show the world that an omega can be just as strong as any beta or alpha.”

Within a few days, Jill contacted Billy, and they met up at the same location. This time she had a few others with her she trusted could help; two of them were men. A young wolf-hybrid beta who appeared to be an officer. A rookie Piers had seen once or twice before around the city. The other he knew well, Barry Burton, an older alpha black-bear hybrid who worked within in the same unit as Chris did.

Piers was a little nervous about the wolf-hybrid since he’d never had a conversation with him. He didn’t know if he could trust him yet with this mission. But he trusted Jill. If she trusted him enough to bring him along, then Piers knew he had to, too.

As if Jill could sense his uneasiness, she approached him and said, “Piers, I promise we’ll rescue Chris and the others. Leon’s a friend of mine and a good cop, too. He knows how corrupt Umbrella is first hand and wants to put a stop to everything they’re doing.”

“I know you don’t know me,” the wolf said, firmly, professional. “My name is Leon S. Kennedy. Claire Redfield is a close friend of mine. I want to put a stop to the tournaments and everything else Umbrella has done. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

“And I owe one to Chris,” said Barry as he examined his gun. He always was very particular about his firearms. “A few years back, he saved my life.”

Vector joined the group, his hair still wet from the cold shower he’d taken. He’d been shooting himself up with supplements and scent blockers, much to Piers’ concern. He worried he was getting closer to just shooting his brains out because of the hormones and heat flashes.

“I’ll be joining,” he said. “I know the layout of Umbrella and I know how to get us in and out.” Vector's voice sounded raspier than before and Piers could spot what appeared to be steam escaping from his mouth as he spoke like a kettle.

“You’re in no shape to join us, Vector. You need to stay back and take care of Charlotte.” Piers hated seeing his friend in this condition.

Piers just realized that most of them were betas and alphas. Of course, the omegas were there too, but still the minority. Even if Vector tried his best to hide his new scent, the panting and sweat dripping down were a given sign.

“I’m a soldier, Piers. I can handle myself. Besides, I’m not afraid to kill a comrade or even my captain if it comes down to it.” Vector glared at them with a look that said ‘I dare you to try to stop me.’. Piers wondered if he now understood how an omega felt in those cages, scared and in heat, with no outlet.

“Just keep on your uniform and armor on. It should block it out.” Barry crossed his arms over his chest and didn’t seem affected by the pheromones in front of him.

Billy added, “Increase your doses of supplements. Rebecca will give you some more before we leave. And make sure to stick close to me.”

“I plan on it.”

“I want to help, too. It’s my fault that they got captured.” Sherry looked sympathetically towards Vector.

Piers thought that if the whole gang was going to fight Umbrella, who was going to take care of the baby? He looked around, not sure what to do now, as he bit down on his bottom lip in thought.

“If you’re worried about your daughter, my wife can take care of her while we’re on the mission. She raised both of our daughters.” Barry must have recognized the look of a worried parent.

“I know Kathy,” Jill added, “She’s a good person. Chris also knows her, and she’s trustworthy. Charlotte will be safe.”

Piers looked between the two for a moment, but had a gut feeling that said not to hand her over. He didn’t want to depart from her, but he knew this day would come. He then looked at the others, wishing that someone would volunteer to stay and take care of her instead of leaving her with a stranger. But everyone had a role to play on the mission, and they needed the numbers. Piers sighed and nodded towards Barry, accepting they had no choice.

“Okay, please take care of her and don’t let anyone know where you’re going.” Piers heart felt as if it would break.

“I promise. I’ll tell her it’s for a mission and that I can’t give her any details. I can take her right now if you’re ready.” Barry said.

Piers nodded gain, slower this time, and went to the back to get Charlotte. With a frown, he watched her play with her mittens, trying to bite them off. He tried to hold back the tears, feeling like he was going to abandon her. That they wouldn’t make it and she would lose both of her parents.

“I love you so much.”

Piers picked her up and gave a small kiss on her cheek and then her forehead. He snuggled her in his arms for a while, wanting to record this moment to memory. He laid her back down in the baby carrier and grabbed the baby bag. It was filled with supplies that she would need for a few days already. He didn’t want to send her off without her favorite little teddy bear and blanket, though. He did a double take to make sure everything she needed was in there.

When he returned to the group, Priers made his way towards Barry and Jill. He paused and stared at them again, and there was still a feeling that he was making a big mistake. With a look over his shoulder at Vector, he still hoped he’d stay back.

“She’s such a cutie. She does take a lot after of Chris.” Jill smiled and softly caressed Charlotte’s cheek with her finger.

“Yeah, can’t deny that she’s a part of the Redfield bloodline.” Barry chuckled and looked down at Charlotte.

“S-she was just fed a few minutes ago, and she has a clean diaper. The bag has her formula and diapers. She doesn’t like sleeping in the dark, so make sure there is a night light on. She enjoys listening to soft music too. I’ve been reading her a bedtime story every night. It’s in the bag too.” Piers slowly held out the baby bag to Barry and then Charlotte next. Again, there was that feeling.

“I’ll take her right now and come back quick so we can move out. I promise she’s in good hands. You have nothing to worry about,” Barry said, taking her and leaving the diner.

Piers followed behind and couldn’t get over that feeling, but he knew he had to let her go for her own safety. There was no one else that could take care of her.

He watched as Barry placed her in his car and shut the door. The sound of the car turning on and watching him reverse out of the parking lot and drive away made everything sink in at once. It was real and it wasn’t a bad dream. He walked forward, trying to catch up to the car, but it was already too far.

Piers didn’t take his eyes off of the car until it was completely out of sight. He cried. It was the first time he’d been away from his baby cub. He wanted to tell Jill to call Barry back and return her as he fell down to his knees in the middle of the road and sobbed into his hands. He wasn’t sure how long he was out there until eventually he heard footsteps.

“Let’s go back inside, Piers.” It was Vector, holding his hand out to help him stand. “We need to get ready and head out soon.”

“Did I make a mistake, Vector?” Piers looked up at him with tears in his eyes as he took his hand and stood.

“No, you’re bringing her father back. She’s going to be fine. I promise, if anything happens to her, I personally will be the ones responsible.” Vector smiled. Even with how pale and sick he looked, he stilled attempted to give Piers a bit of comfort.

“Thank you, Vector. Let’s go save Chris and everyone.”

Piers looked down the road one more time before reluctantly returning inside.

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It’d been a full day since Piers had to depart from his baby girl. He hated it, and himself; he couldn’t stop feeling as if he were abandoning her. Piers could only hope that she could forgive him. Hopefully, she would sleep okay at someone else’s home. And that they were treating her well.

“She’s fine. You have nothing to worry about, Piers,” Vector said from the bedroom door.

“I can’t stop thinking that I’m making a mistake. I should be holding her right here, right now.”

Piers looked over at Vector and hated the way he looked. Vector must have taken at least six quick showers by now and was still covered in sweat. Piers didn’t doubt that even if Vector was to sit in a walk-in-freezer, he’d still be over-heated.

“She can’t be by herself since everyone is going. I need to go because I know the layout. I would stay and take care of her if I could.” Vector walked into the room and sat in a chair by the bed.

“I wish you could stay, too, Vector. You look like you’re still in pain, even with all the medicine we’ve given you. If I could, I would mate with you to help control your heat.” Piers pressed the back of his hand against Vector’s burning forehead.

“At this point, I feel like running to the city naked and let anyone fuck me so I don’t have to feel like this anymore. Fuck. Those poor omegas in cages. Must have been hell.” Vector leaned toward Piers’s hand, and Piers could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding back from mounting him.

“Please, don’t do that. You don’t know what kind of person you’d be mated with for life. Maybe Leon can help relieve some of your stress for a while. He’s a beta, so there’s no real chance in him marking you.” Even if he’d suggested it, Piers felt a little bad for the rookie, being used like that, but there wasn’t much choice for Vector.

“Shit, I might as well. He is kinda cute. Not really my type of guy, but you really think it will help?”

“We can only hope that it’ll help. There’s Jill, but she’s an alpha. She might accidentally mark you. I rather you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Or find a way to cure yourself and return you back to being beta.”

Vector sighed, seeming to think about it before his ears slowly flatted flattened with defeat.

“Do you think you could ask him for me? I’ll be in my room waiting for him if he does want to do it. I’m sick and tired of sitting in that freezer,” Vector said, then left.

Piers walked outside, remembering that Leon enjoyed being out there most of the time. Leon usually was practicing his knife combat with manikins that Billy put out for them to train with. When the rookie heard Piers’ steps, Leon stopped and wiped some sweat off his forehead and nodded to acknowledge him.

“Hey, do you want to use it?” Leon asked.

“No, I actually came to ask for your help.”

Piers thought it was a little funny how he asked this complete stranger to help rescue his mate. And now he was going to ask Leon to go and fuck a stranger because it might help.

“Sure, what can I do ? “Leon sheathed his combat knife on his vest.

“I really hope you can help.This isn’t for me, or for Vector. But, um, do you think maybe you could go to Vector’s room and, uh…fuck him?” Before Vector could respond, Piers continued, “His heat is out of control and I’m really hoping you could help him. It’s safer with you since you’re a beta than asking someone else.”

Leon laughed for a second, evidently thinking it was a joke. He quickly dropped it when he saw the look on Piers’ face and blushed. The rookie looked away for a moment, tail swaying slightly before picking up the pace.

“You’re being serious right now, Piers?”

“I wish I was joking, but I’m being dead serious. Please. Could you help him out? Don’t worry, you don’t have to get into a relationship with him. And I hope you’re not in one... We really need Vector to be fine before we head to Umbrella.”

Leon bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, thinking it over. He thought for a while. It was for the greater good. For the mission and their teammates. Vector did look really sick, and Leon had heard some of the back story behind his condition; Vector transitioning from being a beta to an omega with Sherry’s blood.

“What if I somehow mark him as my mate? Or what if he doesn’t want to go through with it? I don’t want to do anything without his consent. Are you sure this is what Vector really wants?”

“I’m sure this is what Vector would want. If he regrets it, I promise to take all the blame. I just want him to stop hurting. I hate not being able to help at least one person I care so much about. Please, Leon. Do this for him.”

“Okay… I’ll do this for him. But I really hope he doesn’t kill me after we have sex. I’ve never done anything with a man. Heck, even with an omega.”

Piers wanted to laugh because of the look on Leon’s face. He knew he’d have to give him a few tips on how to have sex if he were that naïve. He tried to recall how he and Chris first made love. It felt like ages since that day, but he could still remember how painful it was when it went in. Yet amazing at the same time.

“You’re going to want to use a lot of lube. I’m not sure if Vector taken it from behind before. But you’re going to want to use your fingers and start opening him up slowly. You don’t want to hurt or rip him either.” He just hoped Vector wouldn’t try to shove it in to get it over with and end up hurting himself.

Piers didn’t want Vector to go into shock and regret what had just happened. He was worried about his friend’s mental health. He’d have to make sure to go in there and hug him and comfort after they’re done. If that’s something Vector would want.

“I promise not to hurt him, or any other omega before. They’re so helpless when they go into heat. I’ll do whatever I can to make him feel like he isn’t just a piece of meat and not a person… I guess I should go to his room now. Is he waiting for me?”

“Yeah, he’s waiting for you in there. Please, Leon, go easy on him. And once again, use as much lube as you possibly can, even spit if you need to. And stop when he asks you to, and if he starts crying, make sure you hold him and give him comfort.”

“I promise to do the best I can to help him out. Don’t worry, I’ll not hurt him in any way.“

Leon looked back at the building for a moment before he continued walking. He hoped he wasn’t going to ruin someone’s life by doing this. Leon wasn’t the abusive type, even by accident; he’d never forgive himself.

Standing in front of Vector’s room, he could smell so many different scents coming from the other side of the door. He reached to knock at the door before pausing, taking a deep breath, then knocked.

“Come in.”

Leon waited a moment before he opened the door and walked inside. He looked at Vector, trying to think of the right words to say. He could smell the air fresheners, body sprays, soaps and candles, but there was nothing that could hide the sweet scent coming from Vector. Any alpha would go into a rut and attack the man at that point because of just how potent it was.

“You know why I’m here?” Leon asked, keeping his voice soft.

“Yeah... let’s get this over with.” Vector opened the drawer by his bed, took out a few items and tossed them onto the bed.

“I’ve never done this with a guy before. I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way. Please tell me to stop if you need me to. Or when it becomes too much. Or hate it. Anything. You can kick and punch me if you need to. I won’t hate you or hurt you back.” Leon started to take off his boots first and watched Vector, giving him a chance to change his mind.

“If it helps get rid of this annoying heat, I don’t care what happens between us. I just want this annoying pain to go away already.” Vector’s eyes watered, but he blinked and turned before Leon really had a chance to see it, and begun to strip off his uniform.

Leon wanted to give him a hug so badly, and to tell him it would be fine. He stripped off his own clothes and stood there completely naked. He wasn't hard yet. Everything was awkward and uncomfortable. He was more worried about Vector's state of mind and health than about his own pleasure.

“It’s annoying,” Vector said. “My body won’t stop leaking everywhere. Help me? You don’t have to worry about just shoving your dick inside of me. I tried using a few items to fuck myself to get better, and nothing has been working.” He glanced at the baton on the floor.

That was probably a good thing. Leon had no idea how he would’ve went about it otherwise. He figured it must be like fingering a girl. Leon laughed nervously, tail between his legs. He started walking closer still, giving Vector a chance to tell him to go away.

Vector growled, as if annoyed Leon was taking too long. He still wasn’t hard, and there was no way he’d been able to do much with a limp dick. As if to move things along, Vector moved to the edge of the bed and took Leon’s cock in his hand and stroked.

“You don’t have to do much. You can just lie there while I do all the work. I’ve had sex with my captain a few times before, so I know how to put a dick inside of me. And suck one.” Vector’s ears rested back against his head, and his tongue flicked over the shaft of Leon’s dick.

Leon was taken off guard with how quickly Vector was to get into action, but he tried to do as he said. With a groan, he tried to relax, dick throbbing with interest. He wasn’t she how, but he was hard within moments, but what Vector was doing had done the trick.

Looking up at him, Vector licked every inch of his length, sucking on the side before moving to suckle at the tip. Leon placed his hand on Vector's head, stroking his wet hair before giving it a slight tug. He never thought getting head from a guy would feel so good. Maybe he might seek it out more with other guys. Did that make him gay? Or was he bisexual? He shook his head, not wanting to think about that right now. He wanted only to enjoy the blowjob.

Vector caressed Leon’s pelvis, trailing his hand towards his chest. With Leon’s dick in his mouth, taking him further, he played with Leon’s nipples. Leon had never had a girl play with his nipples before. It made him question even more what he’d been missing out on.

Fuck. Maybe he should just turn gay and let a man just do this. He never thought he could get this excited. Was it the pheromones? He wondered if this was how the girls felt when he did the same thing to them.

He could feel Vector smirk around his cock, and judging by the look on his face, Leon could only imagine what he was thinking at that very moment. A thought crossed his mind, and maybe it was the pheromone-filled room, but he wondered if Vector would ever want to top him sometime. And as if he heard his thoughts and went to respond to them, Vector came off his cock with a spittle of saliva linked from his tongue to his cock.

As hot as he looked, Leon hoped Vector hadn’t wanted to stop. He didn’t get to come yet, but he wouldn’t force himself on him either. He could just go to the bathroom and finish himself off if that were the case.

“Lay down on the bed,” Vector instructed as he grabbed the bottle of lube.

Leon nodded and quickly laid down on the bed, but watched Vector. He wanted to see Vector finger himself, readying himself for his dick. Leon swallowed, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

“You don’t have to do anything, just lay there.” Vector reminded him, double checking to make sure he was open enough, at least what Leon thought looked enough, but it was clear he was still in a hurry to get things over with.

“Are you sure? I can help if you tell me what to do.” Leon blushed, ears folding back as pre-cum trickled from the head of his own cock.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it.” Vector grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it onto Leon’s dick.

Leon was relieved. Even if beta and omega pregnancies were rare, he didn’t want to take the chance. Especially with Sherry’s blood making everything so different.

Vector positioned himself over Leon’s lap and lined Leon’s cock up before slowly lowering himself onto it. Leon groaned, realizing immediately it were tighter than he’d imagined it’d be. He held onto Vector’s hips, finding the man incredibly hot on top of him. It didn’t stop him from wanting to flip him over and thrust inside of him. He tried to control the wolf side of himself that wanted so badly to take control, but this wasn’t about him.

Vector’s ears folded back as he fully took Leon’s cock inside of him. He waited for a moment, but Leon could feel his muscles contracting. It took everything he had left not to cum in that moment.

When he was ready, Vector took a breath, then started to move. He was taking it slow, making soft moans as he got used to the feeling.

“Are you ready?” Vector asked.

“Huh? W-what?” Leon looked up at him, confused about what he meant by that.

Vector started moving a little faster, riding up and down. Leon could feel his insides getting more comfortably open with the thick dick as he got used to the size. It felt so amazing he didn’t think omega sex could be this amazing. Vector’s dick started to cum again landing on Leon’s chest. Even his ass was dripping juices with each bounce he did.

Leon was completely not ready for this speed Vector was going. Never once did a girl get this quick on his dick. He was worried that Vector might accidentally break it or cut it off at the end. It didn’t stop him from groaning and enjoying it as he squeezed onto Vector’s hips and let Vector do whatever he wanted.

“F-fuck, Vector…shit I think I’m going to cum. “ Leon grunted, cumming only seconds after he’d said it.

“Good, cause we’re just getting starting.”

Leon’s eyes widened.

Leon slowly came out of the room, walking slow, feeling sore from the bite marks and scratches, but felt amazing otherwise. He spotted Piers standing in the hallway, perhaps waiting to see how Vector was doing. Leon figured he should be worried about him considering Vector had him going for two hours without a break. But all he wanted was a long bath and some good sleep because he was exhausted.

“Are you okay? “ Piers asked, worried.

“Y-yeah… just need to wash up and sleep,” Leon said as he walked passed him.

As Piers entered the bedroom, he could see the complete mess of the room. A few used condoms were on the floor and bed. He also saw the empty bottle of lube across the room. Vector was sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear, looking pleased.

“Vector, how are you feeling?” Piers walked closer to check on his friend.

“Amazing. I think that really helped. I hope Leon is ready for another round before we go on the mission. I might need it.” Vector chuckled.

“Poor guy, I think you might kill him.” Piers laughed.

“He’ll be fine. I can tell he really enjoyed it. Even after the first three times. The last two seem like he was about to tap out, though. But he has good stamina. I think I owe him a beer and a hamburger.” Vector smiled, but winced when he stood.

“Go clean up and I’ll get you some new bed sheets.” He grabbed a clean towel and held it out towards him. It was a relief to see Vector semi back to his normal self.

“Tomorrow, we’ll pack up and start heading out,” Vector said as he took the towel.

“Tomorrow…finally.”

Chapter Text

It was the day already that the group was going to break into Umbrella. Piers was nervous last night and couldn't sleep or eat anything. He was able to talk to Barry's wife about how his little girl was doing. Even talking to his wife, Piers couldn’t let go of the feeling he had made a mistake. There was something off about Kathy’s voice. He felt like he had heard that voice, but he couldn’t remember where.

“Are you ready to go, pup?” Vector asked, putting the last bag into his jeep.

“Y-Yeah I’m ready. How are you feeling, Vector?”

“It’s okay for you to be nervous or even scared. I’ll try my best to protect you, but you should be skillful enough to handle the soldiers in there by now. I’m feeling better, almost like my old self again. Don’t worry about me.” Vector gently rubbed Piers’ ear in a comforting way.

Piers let out a low sigh and lowered his head. Those scratches did feel good once in a while. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Chris for a moment. His heart ached again as it reminded him of his mate and daughter.

“I’m ready to take on anyone. Promise me something, Vector… If something happens to me and Chris. Please take care of our daughter. Raise her as if she were your own child.”

“Nothing bad is going to happen to you or to Chris. It’s just the nerves talking right now.”

“Please, Vector, just promise me you’ll take care of her.” Tears started to run down Piers’s cheek as he looked at Vector with a serious expression.

“Piers… I… I promise to take care of her and raise her as my own. I’ll leave the country and start a new life with her. I also promise that nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

Piers pulled Vector into a hug. He felt he’d spent more time with Vector than with Chris lately. If things were different, and if only Piers had been born a beta, then maybe in another life time they could have been lovers.

But he could call Vector a best friend if there was another word to explain the feelings he had toward Vector. If only such a word existed. Yet there was nothing romantic between them, only a friendship.

“C’mon, pup, this isn’t the time to be sad and down. We are going to need to be in the right state of mind to do this mission. Remember, we all agreed to help Chris and put a stop to Umbrella. Tomorrow you’re definitely reunite with Chris and Charlotte.”

“I pray that any God that is listening will guide us and protect us. I don’t want to lose anyone on this mission. Everyone means something to me and my family now.” Piers slowly let go of the hug and wiped away his tears.

“We are a family, and you can’t get rid of us now.” Vector smiled and reached to rub Piers’s head this time. He nodded towards Billy, who was waiting beside his truck.

“Let’s go, everyone,” Billy called out as he hopped into the truck with Rebecca.

Leon opened the door for Jill to get into his car before getting in on the driver's side. Piers noted Leon kept his distance from Vector whenever he was around.

Jill double-checked her guns, or maybe it was the third or fourth time? She couldn’t stop checking them, making sure they wouldn’t jam and the bullets were in the magazine. She was nervous; one little mistake on her part could cost someone's life. She believed she had to be perfect. Only perfect, she had to be a hero that everyone could believe in. Her hands shook as she examined her gun, seemingly continuing to question herself non-stop.

“It’s going to be fine, Jill. I’m scared too, but we are doing this for our friends. We’re going to be okay.” Leon gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Ha… yeah, we will be fine.” Jill’s voice cracked a bit as she cleared her throat. “Barry said he was going to meet us at the location, but he also said they might be watching him.”

“I was wondering why he hasn’t shown up yet. I hope he is able to lose them and join us. We really need an extra pair of hands in the group. “ Leon turned on the car and waited to follow Vector.

Sherry was the last one of the group to leave the building. At the last minute, she’d had a panic attack and needed to calm herself down. She didn’t want the others to see her freak out and decide to leave her behind. It was all her fault that this was happening to everyone. If she hadn’t approached Chris and Piers that day, they would not be in this mess. All she could have done was just run away on her own. Maybe she was better off being a test subject to someone else who wasn't her father.

But, she had to make it better by putting a stop to her parents. They had to stop doing those tests and tournaments. She wanted everything to go back to normal when she was a child and still had somewhat of their love and attention. But she remembered the special dessert she would eat all by herself while they sat and watched her. She was nothing more than a test subject, not their daughter or a person, just a thing.

“Sorry guys! I almost forgot my medkit and extra ammo!” Sherry tried to smile; it seemed like nothing was wrong with her on the outside.

Vector adjusted the rear-view mirror to look at Sherry for a moment and the other car behind him. He had a gut feeling that this wasn’t going to end well. He didn’t know if he could protect everyone, but he would try to keep Piers safe. At least what mattered the most to him was Piers. It would be nice if he had been born alpha and Piers was his mate. He squeezed the wheel, having that thought. A part of him was jealous and hated Chris. If only in another lifetime maybe he could have a chance with Piers.

Vector sighed and reached for a pack of cigarettes, needing to smoke to calm himself down. He held the pack out for anyone else in the car to smoke with him, then rolled down the windows.

Piers shook his head and didn't feel like picking up the habit of smoking again. He bit down on the bottom lip and glanced out the window, deep in thought. Trying to go through every scenario that was going to happen soon in his head on repeat.

Sherry took a moment, but slowly reached for one. She had never smoked before, but it wouldn’t hurt if she tried it. It wasn’t like her parents were around to smack her hand and tell her no. She wasn’t a child anymore; whatever her parents did to her made her body age quickly. She didn’t get the chance to enjoy a childhood like most kids. Or her rebellious teenage years.

Vector took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out the window. He wondered if he would come across Hunk and if he could take him down. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up with his old captain in combat. His ears folded back nervously. Fighting the man he once loved, and potentially killing him, was painful to think about.

“There are going to be a lot of soldiers. Are you still nervous?” Vector asked as he took another drag of the cigarette.

“Of course I am. But I know I need to save Chris or die trying,” Piers responded.

“If we can’t save Chris, and you survive, promise you’ll run far away from here and start a new life with your daughter.”

Piers didn’t want to promise that. He didn’t want to lose Chris, but he also didn’t want to think that if they failed, his friends would die because of a hopeless mission. A part of him thought if there was a chance maybe he could trade Sherry for the others. He felt so selfish thinking that way, but if they didn't have to lose anyone's life just for one person, it had to be a better solution, right?

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I really shouldn’t have approached you that day. I blame myself for all this that is happening,” Sherry said softly, as if she’d read his thought. She looked at the cigarette before taking a hit and coughing immediately.

“I don’t know if we’d trade you for them at this point. I thought about it, but I don’t think it would work.” Piers looked in the view mirror at Sherry.

“Umbrella will kill us all no matter what. They know too much, and they don’t want any type of leak to spread out to the news,” Vector said. “It’s best to try and take them on and destroy them. And let the world know what they've been doing with your blood and their plans. Who knows what other viruses they might be working on, too. I didn’t work around the laboratory, so I don’t know what else they have up their sleeves. They might even be working on creating a much stronger alpha.” Vector flicked the ashes of the cigarette out the window.

“Oh ... what if I talked to my mom? Maybe she could do something.”

“It wouldn’t work either way. Mostly because of me. If they find out what your blood did to me. I’ll be captured and become another one of their test subjects. There is nothing you can do now, Sherry. We’ll just have to fight our way in there.”

Vector didn’t want to tell her that her parents might be killed along the way if they got in the way. He wasn’t willing to be a guinea pig for them either. He tossed half of the cigarette out the window as he drove by the welcome sign of Raccoon City.

Sherry looked out the window, and tossed her cigarette, too. She hated herself for all the pain she kept causing everyone.

“Welcome home,” Piers whispered, his heart racing.

Piers’s hands started to tremble and felt sweaty. They were really doing this. There was no turning back now. They’re really doing it. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He felt Vector’s hand grab his. Piers looked over at Vector, who seemed more focused on the road in front of them. He squeezed Vector’s hand a little before looking forward.

“Remember your training, and everything will be fine. If we get separated, just focus on the mission and keep moving forward.” Vector glanced at Piers.

“Y-yeah, I’ll remember everything I learned.” Piers forced a smile, yet he wanted to throw up.

Vector looked back at everyone else, who were still followin them. He continued to drive towards the mountains, to an old mansion. He knew that they would be holding Chris and other hostages there. The only reason he knew this was because he’d overheard Hunk talk about that mansion being used to hold prisoners to become test subjects. He’d has been there a few times. But never entered the building itself. Usually, he would sis in the car while Hunk took a few prisoners in and never asked any questions. The less he knew, the better before he got made into a subject himself. He did wish he knew a little more about what he was getting himself into now, and what he was dragging the others into too.

“Is this the Umbrella headquarters?” Piers knew he had been to one of their buildings in the city, but never knew about one out in the middle of nowhere.

“This is one of many Umbrella locations. They usually bring their prisoners here, and has one of their labs. I’m really hoping this is where they bought Chris. I knew Hunk always talked about coming for that reason. He brought people here he’d help capture.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this place. There are no cars to be seen or been used for a long time.” Piers’s ears fold back looking at the old mansion.

Vector did find that very suspicious. Most of the time there were usually ‘gardeners’ out tending the plants, yet the weeds looked overgrown, and the grass hadn’t been cut for who knows how long. The gates were wide open for anyone to come inside, too. And just like Piers had said, there was not a single car in sight either; at least a few cars were usually parked in the front.

“This is odd… but it doesn’t hurt to give it a quick check just to make sure no one is here.” Vector parked the car out front before turning the engine off.

Piers sat there while looking at the building, waiting for any sign of movement. The window on the second floor was broken, and the curtain blew in the wind. He wasn’t certain, but he thought he saw dried blood on the bars and the remaining glass.

“We should go in groups and check this place out.” Vector opened the door and stepped out, waiting for the others to group up.

“Something about this place feels evil.” Sherry stepped out shortly and looked up at the mansion, hugging herself. It was a little chilly even if it was during the day.

Piers watched as the others stepped out of their cars and joined the circle. He looked at the mansion for a moment. He wanted to be in Vector’s group, but he also didn’t want to come out and say it. That, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched from somewhere.

Barry started to pull up to the group not too long after. It was odd that he would show up there. But he figured Jill or even Leon must have told him to meet them there. He watched as Barry smoked a cigar and walked toward them.

“Looks like we are all here. We should set up teams. How should we do this?” Jill asked.

“Sorry it took long, but thanks for the heads up, Jill.”

“Barry, how is Charlotte?” Piers walked closer to the older bear-hybrid. He felt it had been ages since he had seen his baby.

“Shes doing good. Has a big appetite and keeps Kathy busy, but she doesn’t mind it at all. I took a picture before coming over here to show you.” Barry took out his phone and displayed the baby wrapped like a burrito in a blanket, wide awake.

“Thank you, Barry. Could you send me the picture?” Piers’s eyes watered again, wanting to cry. He really wanted to hold her again and give her kisses.

“Of course, just give me your number.” Barry added Piers as a new contact before sending the picture he had.

Vector cleared his throat to get their attention. It was time for them to enter the mansion, and Piers hoped it would be a quick in and out mission. Yet that was wishful thinking and he knew that wouldn’t be the case.

“Everyone gear up and let's go inside.” Vector double-checked his equipment to make sure it was all there. He looked back at Piers, wanting him to stay back, and didn't know why he was scared of something happening to him. He really was catching feelings for him.

Piers stared at the screen of his phone for a while, blocking his surroundings for a moment. He snapped out of it, hearing the caws of the crows watching them from the surrounding trees. His ears twitched and moved around, also picking up odd noises from the distance.

Piers looked back at the others already geared up and walked toward the mansion. Was he really distracted that long not to notice they were already leaving him? He placed the phone in his bag and reached to grab his gun from the back. A cold breeze blew against the back of his neck. He stood still as it felt like someone was standing behind him.

Turn back, Piers, it’s not too late…don’t go inside.

Piers turned around quickly, but saw no one standing there. Was it his imagination or maybe his inner voice warning him? The fur of his tail fluffed up as his ears pointed straight up. He felt another chill creeping up his spine, feeling his body too heavy to move. He wanted to call out to the others, yet he couldn’t speak.

That voice. Why did it sound so familiar to him? It reminded him of Chris, yet there was no one around. Did the others really leave him out there alone? Would Vector really ditch him? Why couldn’t he move or call out for help?

Daddy

A child's voice… no, his daughter was calling out for him. But that could be. She was a newborn, so she couldn’t even speak yet. Piers wanted to scream for help, but nothing was coming out. Why did it feel like he couldn’t breathe? The smell surrounding him was different. It didn't smell of trees; it smelled of something far more foul. He slowly blinked and looked at the sun that was fading away, turning the world into darkness.

PIERS!

That voice. It sounded like Vector, far away. Who was screaming, and who was laughing? It was so cold. Why was it so cold?

“I’m so sleepy… let me sleep,” Piers whispered, feeling himself falling.

Fireworks… no, it sounded like gunfire that sounded so close yet so far away. Either way, Piers just wanted to sleep.

Sleep my sweet pup.