Unranked Heart | Dreamnotfound| Omegaverse

Taste of Power | George

George POV

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I stared at my own reflection in the mirror, taking in a shaky breath as I noticed the differences: my cheeks were flushed, I looked pale, my eyes looked dazed even though I was as focused as I could be in that state, little drops of sweat were finding their way down my forehead.

I slightly shivered; did I really wanted to do this? It was risky, and it could end disastrously. But it was a statement I needed to make not for myself only but for every other omegas out there. Alphas have had their fun time, it was time to open their eyes.

I heard the door of the room burst open and a familiar voice filled the room: "There it is! My favorite little omega!" he said extremely excited as he stood a few steps away from me clasping his hands and looking down since he was noticeably taller than me. His curly brown hair in an organized mess on his head and his brown eyes shining with excitement. 

Karl ran in behind him: "sorry George I told him he couldn't come in but he just..." I raised my hand: "it's ok Karl, don't worry." Then I turned to the tall beta smirking and staring at me, I frowned: "I've told you so many times already, stop calling me that." He raised his hands while dropping his head down for a second, his movements exaggerated as always, almost like he was always playing a part in an opera: "I know! I know! Myyy bad! The Mr president to be!" suddenly his voice dropped, from deep and loud to low and slightly high pitched as he closed our distance and he placed his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me with his brows furrowed in an almost sincere deep concern: "how are you feeling George? You're feeling up to it? You're doing ok?"

-I'm doing fine Wilbur, I just need a minute to gather my thoughts.

He stepped back again getting loud: "I know! I get it! But may I just say you look exquisite in that suit! I almost..." his voice lowered again as he grabbed my shoulders looking deep into my eyes with an evil smirk: "I've gotta be honest George I almost feel bad for those alphas!" he stood tall again, retracting his hands from my shoulders and looking at me like a car dealer might eye a Lamborghini they had scored on low price: "oh my George they don't know what's hitting them!" he laughed out loud. I would have answered with some smart-ass remark but I felt a bit sick and too anxious to think right, I just focused on keeping my posture. 

He almost shouted, but I had gotten used to his loud volume at this point: "an omega! A. Presidential. Candidate. Omega!" he clapped with each word then lowered his voice again: "in a presidential debate, in heat." His crazed eyes were kind of freaking me out but I just smiled, it was smart to keep the current president on my good side and I wasn't planning on ruining his mood with stupid comments, he was having too much fun. He shouted again:

-where ALL the other candidates are alphas!

He lowered his voice again, grabbing my shoulders in a strong grasp: "go get them, George." His eyes were now sincere and serious. I had to give it to him, he had charisma.

With that said, he turned and left the room, I heard him from the hallway: "I'll be screaming your name from the audience handsome!" Karl was staring at me from the half-open door, his eyes widened in disbelief as he turned his gaze from me to the hallway, most likely to Wilbur: "was he talking to you?" he said that with an anxious giggle. I nodded: "let's just get this over with."

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I stood behind the podium on the stage, eying the other podiums; I was placed between two others which didn't help to calm my nerves. The spotlight was now on the interviewer who was explaining the debate to the audience: "Hello people of L'manberg!" he exclaimed excitedly and people cheered loudly. He was a beta, maybe in his early twenties. He had brown buzz-cut hair, his eyes were covered with 3D glasses which was really weird, but not if you knew him.