The Unlovable Omega || Alpha x reader

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I wake up in the exact same position as yesterday, making me consider for a second that it was also you who carried me up here the night before. I quickly shake my head to forget that thought. You were drunk, so you probably even thought I was someone else and you seemed really sorry to that person. You wouldn't feel bad for me would you? I hear you in the kitchen below me and sit up in shock. I had forgotten about the state of the kitchen, because you started acting so weird, but now you were probably going to kill me. I quickly take one of your shirts of the pile you made for me and run downstairs.

"Good morning" you just greet me in an already spotless kitchen. I just stare at you unable to say it back. "We have to leave to that little shit's birthday party soon" you continue as if nothing happened and hand me a plate of warm pancakes. I just stand there in the door opening with the plate in hand, still speachlessly watching you. "I'll give you something to wear later" I wonder if you'll finally mention something about yesterday, but eventually I shrug it off. There's only two possibilities. Or you've forgotten all about last night because of the alcohol, or you're acting as if you did, because it's easier. A part of me believes it's the second, because you cleaned the kitchen without complaining, as if you wanted me to shut up about yesterday too.

I sit down at the table facing you and eat the pancakes I had dearly missed yesterday. I gobble in the pancakes with greed, before seeing you hiding a smirk, so I try to calm down my hunger. "You're such a fucking child" you mock me still behind your hand, but it's a different tone than you're used to using. "Sorry" I just say quickly and say something I've been wanting to "Thank you for the meals everyday" I expect you to get defensive and annoyed at my thankful comment, but you just silently keep enjoying the food. You quickly leave the table to clean your plate and as soon as I take my last bite, my plate disappears from the table in your hands.

I follow you upstairs and wait on the bed like you told me to. You come back in the room with a satin dress. My mouth widens and I look at you two or three times to check if this is a joke. "Can I wear that?" I ask and you just nod softly, as if you'd still be able to change your mind. So I quickly grab the fabric in my hands and take in the deep green color. It looks expensive and very chique. I almost want to ask why I couldn't have worn this to see your parents, but I'm pretty sure you just wanted to mock me, so I shut my mouth. I can't afford you changing your mind on this. I look in your eyes, signalling you to turn around so I can change, but you just return the stare with an evil smirk. "Could you just-" Your eyes roll at that comment and I expect you to say something mean about my body being "ugly anyway", but you surprisingly listen and turn around.

I slip inside the dress and it seems to hug my body perfectly. I can't wait to turn towards the mirror, but first step back to bump into you to grab your attention. You turn around and see my naked back waiting for a zip up. You slowly close the dress carefully, as if you were mesmerized by the sight. I finally see my reflection and almost gasp. The dress fits like a glove, as you seem to be bewildered by the same sight. It's a tight fitted dark green satin dress to my ankles with a low back. You grab my shoulders to make me face you, as you stare down my every piece of my skin. You seem to carefully take in the image, as your eyes halt at my chest. I cover my flat chest with my hands, before you can say anything. I looked at the ground, hiding my disappointment for your judgy gaze. A brah would give me more prominent boobs, but that doesn't fit the dress. "If only we had a brah" I speak in a fake chuckle, hiding the tears filling my eyes. I suddenly feel pathetic thinking I looked good in the mirror in my natural petite state, when you pointed out there was something missing immediately.

"It looks really good on you"

I immediately look up at you, as if I wanted to check those words came from your lips. You don't give me the time to check though, as you seem to look for your own outfit before we're leaving. You quickly put on your clothes, as if you know I'm facing the wall anyway, and then grab my wrist to get out of the house. You seem so different from yesterday. I still can't swallow the question from yesterday off of my tongue, but I eventually clench my teeth in silence. Since you don't seem angry anymore, I better not ruin it.