Alpha Yours, Omega Mine

Alpha Yours, Omega Mine: Chapter #7 - Home?

⚠️Warning: ⚠️
This chapter contains non-consensual touching and threats of rape/non-con but it's not graphic. Take care!!

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Note: There is also a very tiny switch to Alpha Ryan's POV but because it's so small, I didn't use a POV heading to note it. 

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 POV: Stiles

Stiles ended up falling into a deep sleep as they drove, and he dreamt about the gorgeous angry man. It felt like just a few minutes had passed by, but in actuality, it had been a half hour's drive to their destination. When Stiles woke up, he was alone in the car. He tensed and bolted upright, feeling disoriented, but his breathing slowed when he saw Alpha Ryan heading towards a huge mansion. The size alone made Stiles's stomach churn, but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

He wiped an embarrassing amount of drool from his chin and gave himself a once over to make sure that he was still at least somewhat presentable. He noticed that Alpha Ryan kept walking and quickly scrambled to open the door.

However, just as he was about to get out, the driver spoke in a hushed tone. "Hey kid?"

Stiles paused and looked at the driver tilting his head. "Yes sir?"

The driver turned to look at Stiles and Stiles could tell the man was debating his words, but the only thing he said was, "Be careful."

Stiles gulped but nothing else came aside from those two ominous words and the tone behind them. The man's words elicited a shiver from Stiles as he got out and closed the door. He wanted to ask the driver a zillion questions, but he highly doubted he'd get any more out of him.

Alpha Ryan was tapping his foot impatiently when Stiles finally caught up with him. "Is this a habit of yours, omega? Do you always just take your sweet time and assume others will wait for you?"

Stiles cowered slightly and shook his head. His throat was so tight, but he managed to force out a reply. "N-No sir. I just woke up. So, I-I—"

Alpha Ryan cut him off. "Whatever. Next time you keep me waiting, I'll leave you to fend for yourself. There are plenty of other omegas who would roll over and do whatever I say. You are lucky I brought you with me. Goodness knows you're not the prettiest or most tempting omega that I've ever seen. Thus, my answer to the bimbo in charge of ' he'll do'. You'll do. For now, anyway. So long as you do as you're told and don't disrespect me and what I want, you'll do. Am I understood, omega?"

Stiles felt sick to his stomach at the alpha's degradation of him, not to mention how he spoke about Erica. That more than anything was what pissed Stiles off. He was used to people looking down on him for his orientation, but never like this and not while also insulting someone who had done their best to make him comfortable. Nausea started to get worse, and bile rose in his throat. He fought back tears, as heart cracked, and thoughts of inadequacy invaded his mind.

Still, he managed what he hoped was a satisfactory reply. "Yes, sir. I-I'll do better. You have a l-lovely home."

Alpha Ryan led Stiles through a security gate and inside the mansion. "Of course, I do. I'm an alpha and I will only accept the best. I expect perfection."

Stiles bit back a remark about the alpha being out of luck then when it came to him. Stiles was far from perfect, but he knew it wouldn't do him any favors to voice a smart remark out loud. So, he decided to focus on the details around him. It gave him something to do to keep from saying anything to further anger the alpha. He'd already gotten a less than pleased response from the alpha and he didn't want to risk losing this opportunity. He didn't even know if they let you try again if the first match didn't work.