Come here and love me| VP (Omegaverse)

Chapter 10

Omega Anong, she adjusts her blouse so that her cleavage looks better. She fixes her hair - she straightened it in the morning - in front of the small mirror inside her locker. She applies lip gloss last and closes the door, heading over to where a certain black-haired alpha is, arranging her things.

"Hey, Vegas," she runs her hands down her tight pants and smiles,

Vegas looks at her, running his eyes all over her body, then blinks a couple of times and goes back to his task of sorting through his books. His face is neutral, with no special expression, but his jaw is clenched tightly.

"My heat is coming on... And I was wondering if-"

"No," he closes his locker, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"But-"

"Move, I need to figure something out" he speaks thickly and she, startled, steps aside.

Vegas paces, smoke coming out of his ears, he growls internally as his alpha does too, jealous at the scene in front of his eyes. Pete is hugging Arm, he doesn't know the reason, he doesn't want to know. But what he does want is for them to let go this very instant.

"Vegas!" Pete shrieks as he is pulled back. He recognizes him by his smell and brutality.

"Shit, Vegas, you can hurt him like that, or the baby," his cousin says, alarmed.

"I would never hurt my puppy" he sniffs Pete's hair, as discreetly as he can.

In the last few days his scent had intensified, becoming sweeter and more addictive. It was so o that her heat was getting closer and closer.

"As you say," the omega trails off, fixing his hair. "I was just talking to Arm about his birthday."

"I'm having a party, Friday next week, I'll give out invitations and stuff."

"Why was he hugging you?"

"Because I wanted to" he crosses his arms, defiantly. He actually looked more like a puppy begging for petting than something intimidating.

"Uh-huh, yeah, come on, Pete" Vegas takes the chestnut by the hand, starting to walk.

"See you later, Arm, for counseling!" He yells at him, being dragged down the hallway. "You hurt my arm" he lets go of the alpha's tight grip.

"Sorry."

"You're too rough, I don't want you to be like that with the baby."

"I won't be."

Pete makes a noise, not too sure.

"Why does it bother you to see me with your cousin, he's my friend" He hugs his arm.

"Because I don't like him."

"But he's not-"

"He makes me jealous, already?" he reveals, eyes darkening.

"You don't have to. You said yourself I'm not your omega, so I have to look for an alpha."

"You won't be looking for any alpha."

"Then... am I your omega?" he asks, hopeful.

"No. But you won't at least not until the baby is born."

"Okay" He fiddles with the edge of the alpha's sweater, that one that was di his favorite and he gave him at home.

Vegas clears his throat, changing the subject.

"I wanted to ask you to-"

"Go to the dance with me?"

"What, no. I wanted to ask you to go with me to the cake fair that came."