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There was a seemingly normal looking house right outside of town- nothing grand nor too small. A red headed Alpha female lived there now and then. The town rumor was that she was a rich business woman who used the sleepy town and its outskirts as a get away from the city life a few miles to the south. No one ever saw exactly when she arrived nor when she left. They also never caught a glimpse of the young raven haired Omega that she kept with her, nor the drugs and people that she accumulated her wealth on.
Sesome always liked the house. It had a back yard with a large fence and no nearby tall building that overlooked it so he was allowed outside. There was a koi pond and a small shed sized greenhouse in the back of the carefully taken care of back yard. From bleeding hearts to large bouts of chrysanthemums all neatly placed. Sesome felt so out of place in the serenity of it all. Like a horrid black putrid speck that should not be feeling the cool grass on his feet or the gentle breeze ruffling his knotted hair. The people inside, including his mother, were passed out. No one had given him a dose of his normal drugs that kept his mind away or the ones that just kept his body from listening. The fake induced heat was starting to ebb away, but another feeling in his stomach didn't. It wasn't a horrid feeling, almost nice but it made Sesome want to cry.
They were just going to take it away again- the baby. They never bothered with contraception because they never wanted to damper his heats if anything, they purposely kept him in a state of heat. Drugged up and his mind so far away. Moments like this, he didn't know if he preferred that or not. Not that they could ever tell- they thought his mind was long gone. Perhaps it should be. He was only sixteen and how many cocks had been inside of him? How many times had a needle be stuck into his arm or a pill swallowed. But he was just an Omega, usable and easily replaceable. He was just here to keep them from killing each other by fucking and taking their frustrations out on him. Other than his mother, she never seemed to keen on touching him. In any way. The raven haired Omega stumbled towards the pond, ignoring the feeling of cum and slick leaking down his legs. Countless scars chilled his skin, green eyes staring back at him in the chilled sunlight.
The first time he had gotten pregnant, he didn't know what it was. He'd been put into early forced heat. He felt funny, happy at first, strangely happy. He felt the need to draw all of the soft materials around him- even ones he knew he'd get beaten for touching. But he couldn't help it- he needed them. Then his nipples began to get very tender and his belly began to swell no matter how much Cherry restricted his food to keep him small. The health risks didn't matter, he was just a body. His mother had tried year after year to get him to get into a heating cycle early at the age of nine his body finally gave in to the urging. Not that the lack of heat had ever stopped them. He got pregnant too often, but his mother hadn't found a way to sterilize him and keep his heats. Even his bottled slick sold for a pretty penny, and selling was perfectly legal. Cherry always told him other Omegas didn't have it much better than he did. They were still fucked whether they wanted it, their bodies still not their own, and beat when they were bad.
Sesome just had scars because he was extra bad, horrid. Too horrid to be mated or to have babies. So she took them from him. Maybe he was a horrid Omega because the next thing he knew he was slipping on one of the Alphas' -very soft- sweater, one of the few pants he owned and grabbing the bag of cash that Cherry had left out. If there was anything he learned, money- money could get you safety and food.
He needed safety and food for his baby. Before he was aware of himself, he was walking down the road towards the small town he had passed several times. Ignoring the swelling thoughts of them finding him, he was going to keep this one. Omegan instincts taking over to protect his young past, he hardly had any instict to protect himself anymore. Stamped out perhaps before it could even properly form. They had left the door unlocked, money laying around, and even weapons near Sesome countless times.
They never expected the broken Omega child to run off in the early morning with the money. Hot tears running down his face and not having bothered to even bath. At some point, he must have passed out on the side of the road. Sesome awoke in the pale dying winter grass along the road the sun was high in the sky. There was grass tickling his nose. Body aching unlike before- having still been numbed slightly by the drugs in his system that were now wearing off. His legs ached from the walking, he forced himself to stand and continued to walk- freezing when he heard a car coming down the road. A quick glance to the left of him and he instantly knew it wasn't one of the people from the house.
He was afraid, stumbling back and falling from the slight edge of the road into the ditch, the bag of money falling from his hand and off somewhere. It was a nice, but not overly luxurious car that stopped in front of him. Green eyes focused on the door as it opened. Instantly, his nose picked up something nice. Sweet, calm and then another scent of a smokey scent like a log burning in the fire rather than a cigarette. "Oh and I hoped I'd never see a sight like this around here," the voice held an accent Sesome couldn't place. A slight male moving out of the car, bundled in a sweater as well, Sesome felt curious his instincts telling him to trust, security, love. The older male must have been another Omega, a parent Omega. "Dumping a young Omega is despicable," a deep voice rumbled, Sesome nearly cried out as the large Alpha came into site. Attempting to get up, but his leg refused to move. He needed to get away, get away from all Alphas.
Baby stealers.
"Please get back in the car! You're frightening him," the Omega called out to the Alpha, who to Sesome's shock listened. "Listen, Sweetheart, no one's going to harm you," the older Omega coaxed before carefully crawled down into the ditch towards the now muddied and trembling Sesome. Nose only wrinkling slightly at the scent of multiple Alpha's on the body and the sickening smell of distress that had alerted them of the boy in the first place. They hadn't planned going outside of town, but the scent was lingering too strong. Too harsh was the smell of a distressed Omega, the older Omega's mate had been awoken by early that morning and since then they had both been able to faintly smell it. Young, distressed, and now the Omega could see why. A dumped baby practically. They had been searching for hours for the source half wondering if they had been wrong. However, sure enough they found the source walking along side the near frozen road.
"My name Camil, and that is my mate Arith... Are you able to stand little one?" The leg looked broken to Camil, most likely the Omega wasn't feeling it quite yet. Those eyes so wide with fear his adrenaline was probably running rampant. "He's a Doctor, my Artih. He can help, I cannot pick you up on my own and with a leg like that you won't be able to get out of the ditch yourself," the older Omega gently reasoned. Carefully, ever so carefully he gently touched the male's hair. It felt wet it was so cold, they needed to get the young Omega out of this weather immediately. The poor thing was covered in scars, scrapes, and fresh cold mud. Camil was aware of Arith moving out of the car, and normally he would be angered but the urgency was quick especially if the other went into shock from the broken leg.
"Little Omega, we need to get you out. Let me help," the ending was a command, the deep rumble did not hold anger if anything it was almost sweet. Desperation was lightly filling the air coming from the Alpha, the scent of a distressed young Omega was probably knotting his stomach.
The Omega trembled a bit, but went partially limp on command. Sometimes a foreign Alpha's command did not work, on this one it did. Carefully, ever so carefully Arith slowly came into the ditch. Easily dwarfing the young Omega as he tried to assess the situation although his instincts to scoop the other up immediately and comfort him were strong- he had to ignore his instincts. It was going to be difficult, if the other thrashed he could hurt himself more, and if Arith picked him up wrong he could cause that. "Little Omega, this is going to hurt- but I promise we will get you out of here. Camil, please have the back door open and be seated back there to be near him," the Alpha commanded his mate. Ever so carefully, he drew his arm underneath the other as he was squatting down and crooking his elbow to keep the legs from dangling or bending too horrible. The other began to barely cry and the Alpha was hit a large waft of distress. In truth, the other should be closer to screaming in pain, but for now it was enough for the air in Arith's lungs to be knocked out of him. The fact the Omega was so distressed just from an Alpha being so close to him broke his heart.
What had happened to this little Omega?