ALPHA

Pizza

Peter comes back about twenty minutes later with two whole ass pizza boxes. He quickly slams the sorry shut and locks it before setting the boxes on his desk quick. He leans over with his hands on his knees when or catching his breath.

"Peter! Did you seriously take two whole boxes?!" A male on the other side of the door shouts.

"Yeah," he shouts back, "and it's not all for me this time, its for the new girl too."

He's still a little breathless and I can't help but chuckle.

"Well bring the extra back down, don't horde it in your room this time," the male says before leaving.

"If I knew it would be that much trouble I would have just came down," I smile at him.

"Nah it's fine," he waves it off, "their just mad that I can always manage to steal a box and get back here before they can catch me. I hate eating down there when it's pizza, everything gets so hectic and crazy."

I laugh.

"So what did you bring up?" I ask sitting up from the bed.

"Pepperoni and some type of chicken one," he shrugs, "I just made sure it didn't have sausage before I grabbed it."

"Thanks," I chuckle.

He's sweet.

We eat and talk for the next hour or so. He doesn't asks where I'm from, or why I don't have a name, which I am thankful for, but he does ask me other questions.

"How can you hate sausage pizza?" He laughs taking a bite of his barbecue chicken slice.

"I donno," I shrug eating my pepperoni slice, "I just can't stand the taste."

We laugh as we eat.

I've never felt this comfortable around anyone, ever. But Peter seems to be able to make anyone comfortable with his aura, even other Omegas.

"Hey, Ghost?" His tone is suddenly a bit serious.

"Yeah?" I set down my pizza.

"Why are you masking so much?"

Well fuck.

"It's complicated," I look down at my plate, my hand subconsciously messing with he zipper of my jacket.

"Okay," he doesn't press any further, then he sniffs, "oh great, Milan is going into heat."

I sniffs the air and sure enough of can smell a heat.
It smells like strawberries and sugar.

The whole house goes silent for a second.

"LOCK UP!" a male voice shouts. It's the one that shouted pizza earlier. I'm gonna guess that he's the head of the building. Meaning he's a beta assigned to protect the Omega House.

Peter jumps up and goes to one of the windows, locking it quickly. I get the hint and lock the one next to my bed.

I peek outside as I do and find a few alphas already lurking around the building, hoping for a way in.

I can scent them easily, their aromas strong, some are in the rut, making the aroma stronger.

God. All alphas are the same. Chasing after heats to satisfy themselves.

Just as I'm about to close the blinds, my eyes shift to one of the large trees behind the building. A figure crouches in its branches, I can't hardly make out any features. The wind makes some of the branches sway and allows moonlight to fall on the figure. They have long hair and a black mask on, their eyes glow a steel grey.