Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 8| Marking

I wanted to know everything, starting with why Drake was living alone. No Alpha in their right mind would let their omega child live alone unless they were marked and married.

The uncomfortable omega opened his mouth to speak, but just as quickly fell short, closing his full lips together. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that he was terrified of what I'd think of him. He really didn't need to worry so much. My heart was already settled with being his.

"My parents are...they're..." I felt my heart turn sideways watching him struggle to say it. I had him in my arms within a fraction of a second, comforting him through whatever traumatizing memories he was experiencing. "Max, I was born into a very affluent family. One that rarely defects from tradition. I was expected to follow every demand my father put forth because I was his omega son. He arranged for me to be married to..." I felt my shirt suddenly become damp with tears, forcing me to pull the weeping boy into my lap. "I ran away. I ran because I couldn't do it. I'd rather die," Drake cried into my chest. So that's why he was alone? He had run away from home to avoid marrying someone. I should've guessed it. Their were many stories about omegas running away from their families do to forced marriages. It was sadly a problem many omegas in high class families faced.

"This person...this person that your father wanted you to marry. Who is he?" I asked. This only made Drake tighten his hold onto me as his tears became heavier. Who ever it was, I could tell Drake feared them. This person probably abused his power of Drake. He was probably the one who...no...I didn't want to think about who the person was that raped Drake while he was in heat. It would only make me want to kill them.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'll never see them again because I'm never going back there," the omega sobbed. I rubbed up and down his back realizing that in just a few short days I had become the only thing he could trust. I couldn't fathom a life without my parents being there for me. Drake's story humbled me with a bitter quickness that made me furious and a little protective. I wouldn't lost anything else happen to him. Even if he told me right now that he didn't want this. That he didn't want to be with me. I'd do everything in my power to make his life easier.

"I love you Drake," I whispered over and over to him helping to soothe his cries. I was so sure that's what I was feeling. I felt sick when I wasn't around him and when I was all I wanted to do was hold him and never let go.

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I held my breath as I walked Drake through the front door of my own apartment. His face was free of any signs of tears, only nervousness remaining. After hours of holding him and just being in each other's embrace he felt a lot better. He was dressed in a baby blue sweater the neatly covered a white dress shirt, black fitted pants that were cuffed at the ankles, and a pair of white air forces. He had made it very clear that he wanted to impress my parents, not that they'd care about what he whore all that much. This was something completely casual.

Drake was glued to my side, refusing to take step unless I did. "Don't worry so much. They're going to love you," I assured him while placing a kiss on the side of his head. Drake's face went cherry red as we walked into the kitchen where my opa was still in the process of making dinner.

It weirdly felt like this place wasn't mine simply because my parents were here. The unmistakable fragrance of garlic bread and spaghetti sauce quickly reminded me of when I used to stay at home with them. "Oh! Maxy! Is that him!" The dramatic man announced as he ran over to Drake and pulled him into a bear hug. The young omega chirped as he was snatched away from me, surprised by the sudden contact. My opa's love language was touch. It's how he expressed his admiration for you. It also meant that he liked Drake.