Wait...What? Omega!? - Rewritten

Chapter 7

Hours passed and the two had finally ceased the mating craze, lotor after finishing had fallen asleep, but Lance was left there wide eyed and shaking trapped within the prince's tight hold. Now that his fever had gone down Lance was able to think clearer allowing the prior events to star play on loop in his mind, he kept trying to think of a way that he could have escaped but with how strong and rapidly his heat had come on, there was just no way that it would have worked out differently.

The blue paladin wanted to cry but he was too exhausted, all his energy had been spent, so he just lay there hand covering his mouth as to not make a sound. He could feel the prince's claws press into his belly, with no clothes to protect his skin Lance was sure that here would be blood and warm air brushed against the tender mark on his neck from the rhythmic breathing behind. He felt so violated, he was bare and so exposed, his own body was no longer his. He wanted to feel sick at every touch but for some reason his body would allow him too now. With eyes falling heavy the teen could do nothing but accept the fitful sleep to come.

- Flashback -

In Cuba there were many supremacist families that believed in the pureblood of Alphas and Lances was really no exception, excusing his mother and father. The supremacist believed that the only way to have a strong and worthy family was to bare Alpha children and with a government that supported the marginalisation of minorities such as omega, it really was easy to fall into the same system of ideals. Lance had a complicated family that was divided amongst themselves. His grandparents never really felt like family, they were always berating his mother for her beta class and not being a good enough mother in their eyes, so he saw them more as these rude family friends that he couldn't get rid of.

They were always talking about how it was vial of the omega to show themselves in public when they should be at home tending to the family, and if they didn't want to get attacked and mated then they shouldn't go outside because they are practically asking for it. Lance hated hearing their lectures about the classes but being from an alpha supremacist family he still did believe that the only good dynamic was the alpha themselves, everyone else just simply fell below that, and to him omega were not even something worth acknowledging.

Lance's parent on the other hand tried to raise their kids with an open mind, attempting to educate their children on the importance of each dynamic. His older siblings listened and followed in their parents' beliefs, but Lance was a little more suborn, he wanted to be strong and presenting as Alpha was the only thing that he wanted. Maybe if he did then his grandparents would listen to him when he told them to stop shouting at his mum.

The day of Lance's presentation came and there was no doubt in his mind that he would be an Alpha. His whole family had come along, to them this was a momentous occasion, they had been their for all his siblings test and they weren't about to miss his. The doctor walked into the room and explained how the test was just was just an early way to tell what a person would present as, and then when they turned 10 the change would start. Lance wasn't paying all that much attention, he was too excited to hold that little piece of paper that stated his dynamic. So after the doctor drew a vial of blood he vanished to analyse it, his mother placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his fathers soft smile telling him that everything will work out.

It wasn't long before the doctor walk back into the room, piece of paper in hand, and a face so stoic not giving anything away. Lance practically snatched the paper from his hands and the family gathered close to see the results.

'Omega'

That couldn't be right, he was supposed to be alpha, his whole family are, so it would only make sense that he should be too. This isn't right, it can't be. Lance felt his heart sink and a lump form in his throat, slowly he turned around to his family only to see shock and anger form across their faces. Without warning his grandfather walked forward grabbing tightly to his upper arm and started dragging him out of the doctors room, Lance only saw a glimpse of the man face but that one look etched its way into the dark crevices of his mind, a form of disgust only reserved for those his grandfather truly despised.

The ride home was still, everyone's head was hung low, and no one dare say a word. The young boy sat in between his siblings didn't even look at him, he was scared for what the silence meant, he was fiddling with his fingers as a way to distract himself from crying. Once the car had pulled into the driveway his grandfather once again ripped lance from his seat and pulled him inside, practically throwing him onto the loungeroom floor.

"How dare you, you disgraceful wretch!" His grandmother screeched at his mother once in the room. "Our family has never had and omega within our bloodline. First our only son dishonours us by mating with a lowly beta, and now this!" Her hand directed straight at him.

"Your impure blood has ruined this great family!" His grandfather joined in, growling at her.

"Don't speak to my wife that way!" His father stood in front of his wife to redirect their anger at him.

Lance sat there shaking, this was all his fault, he's the reason they are fighting. Why couldn't he have done the right thing and been an alpha. His breathing began to pick up as he continued to listen to the anger shout throughout the room.

"I will speak however I please. We cannot stand for this; I will not have this plague spread though my family name." He went over to Lance and proceeded to kick him in the stomach repeatedly. "I will cut it off right here and now, once he is dead, then we will be clear." Dead? Was he going to kill Lance, he wouldn't, would he?

The boy was crying out as each kick got harder. "NO! You can kill him, please!" his father yelled rushing to stop the madness. The grandfather retracted his foot and darkly glared at his own son.

"If you won't let me kill him, then he will have to be mated off and disowned. We are Alpha, we do not tolerate the degenerative sluts that are Omega!"

"Fine. Just don't kill him."

Those were the last things that lance heard before the pain had become too much for his little body to handle and he fell unconscious.

Later that night Lance got woken up by his mother, he was still very groggy and unsure of what was happening, but she had two bags in her hands and are fearful look on her face. He got up with a lot of struggles and followed her out of the small bedroom, they walked out of the house and Lance saw his sibling and father loading the car. With hasty feet they all packed their things and drove to the airport, they were leaving Cuba for good.

-End Flashback -

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I wanted to make Lances immediate family nice and give a clear reason they all ended up in America. I hope it works.

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