The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 12: Nightmare

Above is Cyrus's concept collage ^

I lay in bed awake in the early hours of the morning, Cyrus's offer from the other day replaying in my mind.

"I could... train you, if you would like,"

He had sounded so earnest. It's such a contrast from Zacan, who confined me to his room most of the time. I wasn't even allowed to shift since our mating ceremony. The Blood Pack deemed it 'improper' for omegas, especially mated ones, to indulge in our wolf's desires, claiming it would lead to disobedience and that confining us to solely our human form would keep us tame.

So the fact that Cyrus is even suggesting that I learn to fight is insane to me. And I can't help the nagging thought (most likely influenced by my wolf) in the back of my mind that I should have taken his offer.

I could learn to defend myself, defend Oliver. I could finally gain some agency on my own and not only be able to rely on my smarts. I would never let what had been done to me back at the Blood Pack ever happen again.

But the issue is Cyrus. I can't continue to be around him. My wolf is already antsy, whining with the need to be near it's mate. But my wolf's needs don't align with mine. I don't need him, and I never will.

"M-mama," I hear a pained moan from my son coming from beside me and my head whips to him in worry. As I'm about to ask what's wrong, I realize he's sleeping. His face is contorted in an anguished expression, eyes scrunched closed with tension.

"You're-you're killing mama!" He chokes out, hands reaching out in the air as he claws at something that isn't there.

I reach a hand out to his shoulder, trying to shake him awake but he thrashes at my touch, crying out.

"I-I killed him! I'm bad! I'm a bad pup!" He suddenly screams, eyes shooting open as he gasps, chest rising and falling in terror.

"Baby, baby!" I pull him into my arms, clutching him close to my chest. "It's okay, Oli. Mama's here. He's here,"

He sobs in my shirt, clutching the fabric as his entire body shakes. I bury my face into his soft curls, feeling my own eyes become watery as the despair in his sobs seeks into me. My poor pup.

*

I was able to calm Oliver down by 10, meaning he missed the morning portion of school. However, he didn't want to skip it entirely and I thought it would be a good idea for him to go and get his mind off the nightmare. I'm still so worried for him, though. I want to confide in Morgan, but there's no way to tell him about what Oliver did without drawing suspicion. No one knows where or what kind of situation we came from yet, and I'd like to keep it that way. But I'm still going to have to find a way to help my little boy through this.

I start the peaceful walk back to the Pack House from the school, enjoying the serene silence of nature and wind when a whistle rings out. My eyes dart to the source: two male alphas leaning against the outside wall of a pub that my path home approaches. I can't say I'm not used to this; the alphas back at the Blood Pack were so depraved this type of thing happened to me whenever I walked outside. 

It seems no matter where you are, even in a pack that grants omegas equality and freedom, these types of sleazebags exist. As I near, they continue to leer at me, eyes raking over my figure. I regret what I wore today immediately. I usually go out of my way to choose clothing that hides my omega-endowed curves out of habit, because there's nothing I hate more than the attention of pervs like these ones, but today I just threw on whatever I could find. A plain white shirt and some beige trousers which ended up being a bit form-fitting. Fuck alphas.

I glare at them, not able to help making an obscene gesture in their direction. They do not like that. 

"Bitch," one of them hisses, the other pushing himself off the wall to come toward me. 

"Don't you fucking touch me," I snap back, trying to seem fierce despite the twinge of fear in my chest. I nervously glance around for anyone who might be able to diffuse the situation, but the street is deserted. 

"You're that omega Cyrus brought in some weeks ago, aren't you?" the other sneers, joining his friend in approaching me, "People been saying you're his mate,"

"Leroy, you're forgetting something. He's got a fucking pup,"

Leroy's bushy eyebrows shoot up, a dry laugh bursting out of him. "A pup? Well, fuck. You must've had your fun getting around wherever you were before this,"

It's nothing I haven't heard before. I cross my arms, annoyance growing in me at their audacity to harass me and waste my time like this.

"You're blocking my way. Would you please move?" I say through gritted teeth. 

When they don't I try to go around them and they shift to stop me. "Where you rushing off to? Cyrus waiting?"

I clench my fists. "No,"

"Then entertain us for a while. How'd you get knocked up so young?" Leroy's friend asks. 

Oh, that's fucking it. 

"Fuck off, asshole. Does that micro-penis of yours get turned on by bothering omegas in the street?"

His face darkens, lips curling threateningly over pointed canines. "What did you just say?!" He lunges towards me, but Leroy holds him back. 

"Careful, Rex. If he's with Cyrus, we don't want--"

"At least I'm not a rude whore! If Cyrus really is your mate, you're not worthy of him! You, as our fucking Luna? You think anyone in this pack would accept that?! Cyrus'll get tired of you soon enough, bitch!"

His shouting is sure to attract attention soon, so I take my chance while Leroy is restraining him to make my escape. I dart behind a shop, using an alleyway to find my way to the woods. I run for as long as I can, until I'm coughing in a fit of exhaustion. I know they're not following after me, but still I run.

I hate it. I hate how they can make me feel so weak and inferior, just like that. How they think it's their right to berate me. I don't even fucking know them! Yet, my mere existence conjured up so much malice in their souls. Who knows what would have happened if it were a more secluded area, or it was night? I should be thanking my lucky stars I got out of that unscathed. 

I should never have riled them up, but I just had to say something. It makes me so angry. So fucking angry. 

With determination in my step, I march back to the Pack House, knowing what I have to do. I go up flights of steps once inside to the room I know belongs to him. The man that is my mate. 

I knock on the door once, and am immediately answered.

Cyrus's ice-blue eyes bore into my own, widened in surprise as I stand before him. 

"I want you to teach me how to fight,"