Alpha Yours, Omega Mine

Alpha Yours, Omega Mine: Chapter #9 - Escape

⚠️Warning: ⚠️
This chapter is very descriptive, and I wanted to be safe rather than sorry. There is graphic violence in this chapter. There is also minor injury, assault and threats of forced mating. 

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 POV: Stiles

When he woke up alone in the guest room, Stiles realized that he didn't belong there, and he hadn't been able to call his dad like he had asked. Not being able to contact anyone scared him and he had no way of knowing what was going on outside of what Alpha Ryan allowed him to know. Stiles wasn't able to check in with Alpha Yours when he was supposed to, and Alpha Ryan didn't seem to care.

When Stiles had asked about his check in, Alpha Ryan had thrown something in Stiles's direction. Luckily, Stiles had managed to move out of the way in time to avoid being struck by the object. He stopped asking after that. His days consisted of various activities meant to loosen him up and make him more welcoming, more receptive of the alpha's advances, but Stiles continued to turn him down. Each rejection made things incredibly tense between them and had finally reached hair trigger level.

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Stiles got excited when he saw a pool table in the game room, a room he hadn't been in very often. In his hometown, Stiles had taken on a few of the deputies in a competition and he won every time. He convinced Alpha Ryan to play with him despite that not being something the alpha wanted to do but at least he was willing to humor Stiles.

"Pool? This should be interesting. You don't really expect to win, do you? It's not like you've played before."

Stiles's shoulders sagged slightly in defeat. Nothing he did was ever good enough for the alpha. He had wanted to tell Alpha Ryan about his victories back home. Perhaps sharing something personal would help them bond, but after the alpha's remark, Stiles held his tongue. Instead of revealing the personal offering, Stiles simply shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I'd like to try, sir."

Alpha Ryan chalked up his stick and snorted. "Mhm. Sure, you do but that you'll try, and you'll fail is more like it. I won't tell you again what you are to address me as, omega."

"My apologies, alpha."

They started their game and Stiles played like he always did. For a little while, he was having fun, but his skill resulted in him winning and that pissed Alpha Ryan off.

Stiles was too busy doing a small victory dance, thinking that the alpha would be proud of him, to see the stick flying towards him before it whipped against his cheek. He flew back into the wall and collapsed on the ground with tears in his eyes. He then flinched as a glass shattered above him, pieces of glass nicking his skin. He froze in fear, a sticky liquid covering him, and he knew it was the scotch the alpha had been drinking throughout the game.

He felt something wet trickle down his cheeks, but Stiles had no idea if it was tears, blood, scotch or all three. He feared it was all three, but he did not dare move yet, simply staring up at the alpha with wide eyes.

Alpha Ryan was seething with rage, and his next words were cutting. "What the fuck was that?! You think you can make a fool of me?! You're an omega!! What am I, omega?!"

Stiles knew he had to answer or face more of the alpha's anger. His voice still trembled as he said, "A-Alpha."

Alpha Ryan nodded, a sneer on his face as his eyes flashed bright red. "Damn fucking right I am! I have had enough of playing this little game. Playing house is for children. You are not a child. You are an omega. You are mine. I am a fucking alpha! I am your damn alpha! Tonight, I'm mounting you and claiming you, whether you like it or not. I dare you to fight me or resist. If you do, you'll see how much I can make you hurt and I'll give you something to cry about. Crying improves your looks." He smirked and cocked his head to the left with a quirked brow. "So, you will do what you're told, be a good, obedient omega and you'll deal with it."