Alpha Yours, Omega Mine

Alpha Yours, Omega Mine: Chapter #25 - Check

⚠️Warning: ⚠️
This chapter contains mature elements that are related to non-con, rape, injury and assault as well as explicit language and degradation of an omega. Stiles is little more than a breeding hole to Ryan and the way the alpha views omegas is very obvious. Please be mindful that while they are NOT descriptive, they are present. Take care!

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Stiles took a deep breath to steady himself as he pulled open the door to the security building where Alpha Ryan was being held. They had a plan, and he knew it would work but that didn't mean he wasn't scared. There was nothing wrong with being scared, Stiles knew that, and it was a good thing because he was definitely scared. He had barely escaped the alpha last time and didn't look forward to being in his presence for any length of time, but he knew he could do this.

He swallowed thickly and waited for the door to close behind him as well as the two people that followed him in. He had cloaked Peter and Chris so only he knew they were there. His eyes glowed silvery purple as he used the magic of his spark to invoke a heat. Suddenly, he was breathing heavier, and he was exceedingly grateful Derek wasn't with them. "Let's go," he whispered to the two men flanking him and then set off down the hallway toward the holding rooms.

When he reached the door, Stiles steeled himself for what he was about to do. He gave a subtle gesture for Peter and Chris to move to the side before using a badge to open the door. Stiles was his father's son and refused to show his fear as he slipped into the room ready to play his part.

Alpha Ryan's head snapped up and his nostrils flared. "Fucking hell!"

Stiles squeaked nervously and fidgeted. "A-Alpha? I n-need your help."

"Oh, really? Why would I help you?! You're a stupid omega whore and a fucking cunt! It's your fault I'm here to begin with. So go fuck yourself!" he spat, trying not to breathe through his nose, though breathing through his mouth wasn't much better.

Stiles moved closer, casting glances at the door before pulling a key out. "I-I know and I'm sorry. I'm going to help you get out of here and then I'm all yours. You just have to protect me from Derek."

Alpha Ryan smirked. "Oh, so he's not all you thought he would be huh?"

Stiles sniffled and shook his head. "Nope. So do we have a deal?"

"Sure, but when we leave here, you are going to bend over when I order you to so that I can fuck you and claim you like I should have done before. Got it?!" he snarled.

"Yes Alpha," Stiles said quietly as he knelt down and unlocked the restraints. "You have to wait until we're out of here though. Otherwise, they'll stop you and I won't be able to stop them."

Once the restraints were off, Alpha Ryan's claws lashed out, swiping at Stiles's arm drawing blood. Stiles bit his cheek so hard it bled, the pain of his shredded arm nearly causing him to pass out, but he quickly steadied himself.

"That's for fucking disrespecting me and it's just a taste of the beating you'll be getting."

Stiles cowered submissively and nodded, forcing himself not to flinch as Alpha Ryan placed a hand on the back of his neck. "Yes, Alpha. This way," he whispered as he led the alpha out of the holding room.

[Peter]
Your move.

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Erica's fingers flew across her keyboard as she typed up a report. She only paused when she felt the vibration of her phone. After reading the text, she got up and went down one floor to Maddie's desk. "Mr. Hale needs some reports dropped off and I have a meeting to attend but I knew I could count on you to get them delivered."