Omega Overseer

Chapter One

"Shoulda been quicker, Steve! Been telling you man, the list fills up!"

The blonde sighed, "I should of listened but hey, maybe there's some secret Omega only sorority I can get into now."

The Alphas laughed as Steve wrote his name on the dotted line and sealed both of their fates.

Much to his displeasure, there was no Omega sorority. He was assigned to pick up his omega from the bus stop and start doing bullshit like carrying her stuff and walking her to all her classes- his workload had been significantly lightened to allow for this and everything he needed was available online.

As he approached the little bus stop from behind anger flickered in his eyes as he recognized the sandy colored wavy hair on the tiny female form. The breeze carried her scent over to him, making him more angry as he confirmed her identity.

Isabella Hardwell-Carrington.

She curled in on herself as the wind blew, pulling her scrawny legs onto the bench and into her oversize, faded zip up hoodie.

The 20 year old tensed as the hair on the back of her neck bristled. She looked over her shoulder and flinched at Steve's glare, immediately dropping her eyes.

"M-my overseer, I presume?" she tried to diffuse the tension with a slight panic to her voice. He could hear her heart speed up and smelled her fear.

"There's gotta be someone else. Anyone but you, Kibble." He spat.

"I...I'm the only Omega in the entire university. I'm sorry..."

He clenched his fists, angrily taking deep breaths as the wind whipped her hair and scent all around- fanning the flames.

"There's gotta be something else I can do. I can't hangout with you." He grabbed her hair by the scalp and pulled her over the back of the bench, making her yelp and clutch at his hand. "We're gonna have a word with the dean. Maybe my family can fix this with a little donation."

Isabella's chest tightened as she scrambled to her feet so he wouldn't drag her across the tarmac- though he still kind of did- shifting his hold from her hair to the back of her neck where his fingers dug in painfully.

The neck was a very sensitive spot for Omegas. The epicenter of both pleasure and agony.

Isabella had only experienced the painful part and it was one of the many things she hated about herself. Her weakness was so easy to get to.

She whimpered in pain as they stalked through the halls of the campus, cries falling on deaf ears as Betas and Alphas alike made way for him.

The Dean was not surprised when he was paged that a very irate Steve Rogers was requesting to see him.

After telling his Beta secretary to send him in, he could smell the distress and fear that constantly surrounded a certain omega- most of the people who gave half a thought to her just considered it her scent.

Sure enough, Steve dragged her in by the scruff oozing anger.

"What the fuck is this?!" he asked, pushing down on her neck to make her drop to her knees in front of the dean, still holding the back while she cowered in his grip, hands shaking at her sides.

"Your charity project. She's the only Omega we have so...until the end of the year, she's yours."

"What if another transfers in? Or she transfers out?"

"That is very doubtful, Mr Rogers and even then, your future prospects would consider it a demerit to give up or to have her suddenly leave the University."