Omega Overseer

Chapter Two

The next morning she met him at the bus stop again, shivering on the bench as a crisp NY breeze blew by.

She curled into her huge hoodie tightly as he approached from his car this time.

"You're early." He commented, barely looking at her.

Isabella nodded, "I had to stop at the store this morning to make breakfast and overcompensated for time." She lied, luckily he didn't care enough to notice the small reaction her body had to the fib.

He shrugged, "You should plan better. How are you supposed to take care of a family someday if you can't even plan meals?"

Steve had no idea how much that hurt; a knife to her chest.

As a neglected omega, Isabella's wildest dream was to find a mate who loved her, protected her and would cherish her. Someone to help her get healthy again so she could fulfill her ingrained desire to have a happy family of her own and be free.

Isabella simply nodded and stood up, flinching as her back cracked when she uncurled.

He made a slight face and the sound but didn't address it, pausing when he went to scruff her and noticed bruises that weren't from him but someone else scruffing her.

"Do you have siblings?" he asked, doing it anyway and walking her toward the nearest building.

"T-three brothers. Two elder alphas, and my little brother is only 16 so..." everyone knew most people presented at 18 but you could guess with some accuracy more often than not.

Steve had been an over achiever and presented at 15. For that reason and many others, he'd always been the apple of his parents eye.

"Parents?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah."

He pursed his lips and nodded, not asking anything else but dragging her to class.

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Today, her second block was open before lunch and she wondered if Steve would let her go to her nap corner of the library by the heater.

It had been her safe place since her enrollment here, and the only moment of peace in her day.

"Sweet, free period till lunch!" he smiled upon checking her schedule on his phone. In his jovial mood, he released her neck and flopped his thick arm over her shoulder- flinching when he felt how little she was hidden under that 3x men's hoodie.

Female omegas were just built small...but not that small.

Isabella clenched her jaw a little at the weight of his arm but bared it alright as she let him lead her past the music rooms. She tried to slow a little, innocent eyes wide as she stared at the piano visible through the window.

Her chest tightened as she looked forward again, not noticing Steve glance over her head to see what was so interesting, knitting his brows in confusion.

They headed outside to the bleachers again where Steve's friends were waiting, sitting high up.

Subconsciously, Isabella pushed back against Steve's arm as they approached, wanting to get away.

With an annoyed huff, Steve seized her roughly again until she whimpered and followed him. His friends greeted him warmly and ignored her as she followed him up, tripping on the stairs as she was barely able to keep up with his long strides, legs stiff and sore by the time they made it.

He pushed on her shoulders and made her sit on the row below them, putting his feet on either side of her to block her in on both sides and force her to sit between his knees.