Chapter Seven | Fear

~George's P.O.V~

I felt vulnerable in this position. "Clay... please..." I begged vainly.

He glared at me. "Stay," he growled. He released me, going to the door and locking it. I stood there, unable to move or else I would upset the Alpha.

"Sit." He pointed to the bed. I looked at him sadly before obeying.

"You're grounded."

I was confused. "What do you mean I'm grounded? I'm an adult!"

He snarled "You're an Omega, and Omegas listen to their Alphas! You do what I tell you!"

"I won't! I'm not like the other Omegas!" I made a break for the door, but Clay received me.

Slamming me into the door, he pinned me by my shoulders. "Omegas have two purposes, and two purposes alone! To carry pups and to take care of their Alpha!"

"I'm not your maid!" I cried. "There's no way in hell that I will ever carry your cursed pups!"

He leaned into my ear. "Try to tell me that during your heat, Omega. I won't have any mercy on your sorry ass!" I shook with fear, my mood changing from defensive to frightful.

"Please... I won't do it again! I just don't want pups!" I begged.

He smirked, leaning so he was breathing in my scent. "Too bad, Omega. I'll fuck you senseless, you useless bastard." He finally released his grip, leaving the room locking the door behind him with a startling slam.

Fear overwhelmed me as shock took over. I slipped into my wolf form and curled into the nearest corner, shaking. For once I could smell my own scent: the scent of fear. The overwhelming scent of fright. Omegas are born to submit to their Alpha, and that's what my body was doing. I don't mean to act like I do- I'm not usually a coward- but there wasn't much I really could do. I couldn't change back, no matter how hard I tried. Omegas don't stand up for themselves. They submit and stay obedient.

I heard the door click. I perked up for a moment before cowering again in the safe corner. The Alpha glared at me, sighing, "I'm sorry, George... I was very upset."

When he tried to approach me, I pushed up against the wall, my paws scrabbling as I fought to move farther away. He knew I was uncomfortable and changed into his wolf form as well. "George?"

I let out a whimper. "Please, don't... don't hurt me!" I shivered.

He let out a deep sigh, backing up and giving me room. "I won't..."

Did he sound... regretful? It didn't change how my body shook and how I feared the Alpha before me. Clay knew exactly what to do, I smelt it in the air: the honey mixed with chocolate.

Clay's calming scent.

"Clay, please... just stop..." I begged, letting out a slight whimper. "I started this, let me fix it." I shook my head, trying to ignore the overwhelmingly strong scent lingering in the air. He knew I couldn't escape my instinct, but I would hold back as long as possible. I didn't want him. Every once and while I would let out a muffled whimper.

Clay sighed, getting up and trotting back with a large bed. It was large enough for us to both fit comfortably. He laid it in front of me from a short distance. Clay was just making matters worse, and he knew it. He gave me one more gentle look before laying down in the bed.

His scent was taunting me. Every being of mine wanted to go to him, to smell his wonderful scent, to feel the strong comfort of the warm Alpha next to my small, shaking body. I let out another whine and he glanced up. This time he wasn't forcing me, he knew I would give in eventually. We both knew it.

I let out soft whimpers trying my best not to move, not to give in. I was trying so hard. "George?" I didn't meet his eyes. They looked everywhere but to him.

When I could no longer handle it, I shuffled from my uncomfortable position in the corner. I slowly lifted my body, keeping my eyes to the floor and my head down, refusing to look at the Alpha. I started walking toward him, but broke into a slow trot, crouching down in front of him. I shuffled next to the Alpha, letting out a deep sigh and taking in his scent. He put his head over mine. I felt protected.

I knew I would smell like him by the time I got up, but I couldn't get myself to move.

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I woke up with both our scents happily mixing together. It was something I had never smelt in my life. I was content and so was he.

"Food?" He smiled at me.

"Please... just stay..." I said through embarrassed breaks.

He sighed, putting his head over mine again. "I got you, Omega." He spoke sweetly.

I hated how my body was reacting to him. Although he was the one to start this, I can't deny that he was- in fact- making it better.

"Clay, I can get up now." Quickly, he got up and I instantly regretted it. "Wait-" I instantly shut up, I can't give into him.

I shot up before I could say or do anything else I would come to regret. Finally, I could switch back. I was stiff and sore; my body wasn't used to being in this form after being forced as a wolf for hours on end.

I headed for the kitchen, stretching my fingers and rolling my neck. As soon as I walked in, I was hit with the scent of nicely seasoned steak. I smiled. One would think after the argument he would never cook for me, but it doesn't seem to be that way.

"I wanted to make this to tell you how sorry I am." He scratched the back of his head nervously. I nodded, sitting down at the table as he laid a plate down.

He sat next to me and began softly chewing his steak. I let out a deep sigh. Was the Alpha finally understanding that I wasn't like the other Omegas?

"Clay?" I asked gingerly "Do you still want me to carry pups?"

He stopped chewing his steak, setting down his silverware. "George..."