Not a fucking Omega

Not an Omega...

Loud music banging in his ears, lights flashing around him· it was a normal Saturday night at a club. Mark was still a little bitter his friends had ditched him, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his fun. He had worked his ass off the entire week, he more than deserved a break. Dancing mindlessly and having a few drinks seemed like the best way to do that.

However, the arm suddenly wrapping itself around his waist was most definitely not part of his plan. Jerking his body away quickly, he turned to look at the stranger next to him· a slim man, not much taller than Mark, with messy blonde hair and small eyes. Even over the mix of smells in the packed room and the stench of alcohol coming from him, Mark's trained nose was able to pick up the hormones he was excreting. He was an Alpha – and an Alpha in rut, at that.

Mark took a deep breath and glared at the man as he looked at him up and down with a smirk.

"Aren't you cute?" the Alpha said.

Mark gave a quick smile.

"I'm not interested," he said.

"Oh, come on now. Pretty Omega like you, all alone, in a bar..." the man walked closer again, grabbing him by the waist.

"Get your hands off me," Mark said sharply, slapping the man's hands away.

The man huffed at that.

"Will you stop being a little bitch already? I just want to have some fun. I promise it'll feel really good."

Mark was getting angrier by the minute. He hated this. How some people thought they could act however the hell they wanted, even when other people obviously didn't like it. He was ready to say something, but someone came to stand between him and the man. This one had his back turned to Mark, but he was definitely way taller than the other and broader, with smooth brown hair. He had his hands in his pockets, but still seemed pretty intimidating. Alpha, Mark noted again.

"He already said he's not interested. So, scram."

Looking over at the other man, Mark noticed him hesitate a little. He sized the newcomer up for a few seconds, before making a face and turning away. Once he was gone, the other Alpha turned to look at Mark. Mark tried to give him a smile.

"I guess I should thank you," he said, not sounding sincere at all even to himself – not that he cared.

The Alpha raised an eyebrow at that, but whatever thought had crossed his mind he didn't say. Instead, he crossed his arms, looking at Mark with what could only be described as worry – Mark had the urge to punch him for that.

"What are you doing here alone? Where is your Alpha?" the man asked.

Mark wanted to laugh. Of course, he had to have an Alpha to protect him to go out and have fun, didn't he?

"I don't have one," he said as calmly as he could.

The other man seemed a little surprised at that.

"Really? Well, then, where are your friends? You shouldn't come to places like this without someone to keep an eye out for you."

"I can handle myself just fine," Mark said, his patience running very thin.

"You sure? Because if I hadn't stepped in just now-"

Before Mark could stop himself, he was kneeing the other male right in the balls. The Alpha let out a scream and fell on the floor. Mark didn't even apologize as he walked away. He quickly paid for his drinks and walked out of the club.

Once outside, he took a deep breath and groaned. He hated this. He hated how people often treated him – either like a slutty Omega meant to be fucked or a weak, defenseless Omega who needed rescuing. But always an Omega. And he was not, he was not an Omega. He was a Beta.