Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Nineteen

Blood, sticky and metallic, woke me from unconsciousness. The scent was so strong that I tasted it in my mouth – harsh smokey clover, burnt sugar, and metal. Phoenix had bitten deep into my neck, and the wound bled into the pillow beneath my head. Sticky metal wove with harsh chemicals, and I winced away from the smell as I woke.

A headache split my skull and made me dizzy, and I blinked against the harsh white lights as I looked around the room. Except it wasn't a room, but a plastic cage – my cage, where Aurelius had kept me imprisoned in my childhood.

I was curled in the corner of the bed in a white paper dress. The bed itself was shoved into the corner, and an empty bookshelf sat against the far wall. In the center of the room sat a small white table with two chairs pushed in.

This was my bedroom. That was my white bookshelf, stripped of textbooks and encyclopedias from the last time my father had punished me and decided I no longer deserved to read. That was my white table, where he would sit across from me and school me on science and history until I inevitably got a question incorrect and he would hit me, close-fisted, right in the face. This was the bed he strapped me to before he guided an alpha into the room.

My black eyes flicked from my cage to the open laboratory encasing it. In front of the cage was a long table with monitoring equipment, set up with computers and screens all shielded from my perspective. Behind the monitors was the medical bay, set up with all the tools needed to monitor my health between sessions. Chemical tables were set to the side, unused after many unsuccessful experiments to induce my heat. What had finally done it, I didn't know.

"Welcome back, Serenity."

My father's voice was cold and devoid of empathy. He stood outside the plastic door to the cage that leered across from my station on the bed. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he tapped his foot impatiently.

I grasped my knees to my chest. Fear crept up my throat, and I snarled at him, low and feral. "If you hurt me, they'll kill you."

Phoenix's wound at my throat burned hotter than my fever, and I reached out to him through it, begging him to find me. Come to me, I urged through the line connecting us. I need you, my mate.

Cold, biting fear and fiery anger rushed through the other end, but there was nothing else – No trace of where Phoenix was or what he was doing.

Aurelius laughed in a way that bit into my skin and raised gooseflesh across my limbs. My father didn't smile, but oh, he laughed. He had laughed over and over again as he watched his alphas rut their spend into my belly.

"You think that sham of a pack Jack set up is going to come and save you?" My father taunted.

My head spun, and I grabbed at it, pulling my dark hair over my shoulders. The breath rushed out of me as realization dawned. "You set up everything."

"Yes, Serenity," Aurelius said. "I had Jack hire your Dark Angels for their first mission. I made sure they knew where to find you that night in the alley. I made sure the Dark Angels stuck together, all of you, so that I could watch your progress."

"I thought you wanted me here," I said.

"No, my dear daughter, I want to awaken you," Aurelius answered. "I hypothesized that being around other alphas might trigger your inherent omega instincts. It seems I was correct."

Aurelius ushered toward me, and I pressed myself into the corner of the room, bringing the bleached sheets up to cover my legs. It didn't stifle the sugary scent of my perfume in the air.

"Jack –" I stuttered. "Jack, all along, he was..."

"Mine? A spy? Oh, yes, Jack is one of my little lab rats," my father said. "I forget you've never had the pleasure to meet the omegas I employ to get my alphas all riled up for you."

I imagined Jack tied up on the bed like I had been and taken against his will.

"You didn't," I gasped. "Y-You couldn't."

Aurelius only stared at me, his matching black eyes mocking my terror with mirth. "I'm disappointed, Serenity. Did you actually trust that Jack loved you?"

My head felt like it might crack open at any moment. It was Jack who had held his hand out to me first. It was Jack who had cleaned me up in the bath that fist night and insisted the boys help me when I was feral. It was Jack who had announced that the Dark Angels wouldn't kill an innocent feral alpha that could just as easily be one of them.

"We knew after Jack switched designations that it was possible," Aurelius said. "What Jack had that you did not was exposure."

"You let me escape," I whispered.

"I needed to study you," Aurelius said, and he nodded clinically. "I needed to know what triggered your heat. My, was I surprised when I discovered it was your bloodthirst."

My stomach turned, and I felt like I would be sick. I crawled to the side of the bed and hung my head over. My lungs convulsed, and I dry-heaved until I was coughing and spitting on the floor.

"Don't worry, Serenity," my father said, spitting my name like a slur. "I'll send in an alpha tomorrow when you're good and ready."

When Aurelius left the laboratory, he turned off the lights behind him. I was alone in the dark with nothing but the burnt scent of vanilla and clover smoke.