𝓤𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻 [√]

Two

Logan slowly made his way down to the hangar for the jet. He entered to see the team already waiting for him and grunted as they all turned to look at him.

"You're late," Scott said, as he walked closer but Logan simply rolled his. He looked around and frowned when he saw that Scott was the only Alpha. Beast was there, but he was a Beta, and so were Nightcrawler, iceman, and Jean. He frowned as he made his way onto the jet. He sat in the back of the jet. The others came on and sat in their seats as Scott took to the wheel.

The jet took off and Logan busied himself looking out the window. Being on the Jet always reminded him of his time in the army. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the jet started to land a few minutes later.

He got off the jet as soon as the door opened. "Okay, here's the plan," Scott said, walking up to him with the rest of the group. "The drugs are stored in the basement. We get in through the back door. I'll melt the lock and take out anyone in sight. We get down to the basement. I'll melt the drugs, and we'll get out." Scott explained, and the team nodded.

"And Logan, No killing," Scott said and Wolverine growled.

"Fuck you," Logan grumbled, as he followed the team down the hill where Scott decided to land the Jet. Scott blasted a hole in the fence and they all stepped through. The plan was ok at first until it wasn't. Scott successfully melted the lock and they got in, but as soon as they got to the end of the hall. They were surrounded by guards.

They fought, taking out most of the guards as they made their way down the hall. They rushed down to the basement and they found cabinets, freezers, and storage containers full of the drug. "Get blasting," Logan said, just as some more guards came in.

"How many guards do they have?" Nightcrawler exclaimed, and the guards started firing guns.

Logan rushed forward, slicing through guns and punching people. A fridge blasted up behind them, and Logan stumbled forward, and his claws ran through the man he was fighting. "Shit," He swore as he pulled out and the man fell down. He was sweating heavily from the heat, and his hair was starting to flop down on his forehead.

A guard rushed at him but paused. He sniffed the air and then turned to look fully at Logan. "Look, bad guy or not. I don't hit omegas," He said, holding up his hand and Logan's eyes widened.

All his sweating was causing his scent blockers to wear off. "Too bad, 'cause I hit everybody," Logan said, swinging at the man and knocking him out. He was glad the majority of his team was beta, they wouldn't smell him. He just had to worry about Scott.

Someone ran into his back and he lurched forward. His claws slashed a gas tank and sparks flew. A small fire started and Logan groaned. He was not having a good day. "We gotta get outta here," He yelled to the others who were fighting and Scott, who was destroying the drugs.

"What? Why?" Scott yelled, looking over, but when he saw the fire building behind Logan, he quickly ordered the others to get out. They ran up the stairs and out the back door. They made it to the fence just in time for the warehouse to go up in flames.

Everyone was silent as they made their way back to the Jet, but not before he sprayed on some light scent blocker that he always brought with him. They flew back in silence. Scott landed the jet and they all piled off. "Logan," Scott called just before he could exit the jet hangar.

The others walked past him leaving the two of them behind. "What happened to not killing anyone tonight?" He asked, and Logan rolled his eyes.

"It was really unavoidable; with you blowing up everything, someone was bound to get killed." He said back and Scott growled loudly.

Logan stumbled back and forced himself not to submit to the Alpha. "Don't tell me it was unavoidable, everyone else did perfectly fine with my explosions," Scott almost yelled.

"Everybody else wasn't fighting like I was, Summers," Logan glared, and Scott mumbled something, stomping past him. "What was that?" he asked, glaring at his back.

"I said, you're a bastard asshole; every time we go on missions with you, some fucked up shit as this happens," Scott said, turning back around.

"That shit does not happen because of me," Logan growled back, and Scott growled in return.

"YES, IT DOES, YOU FUCKING KNOT-HOLE," Scott yelled, and Logan couldn't even find a reply for that one. He simply grunted before pushing past Scott and storming out of the hangar. He made his way up to the mansion and stormed out the front door towards his bike.

He couldn't show that insults like that shouldn't hurt him, he was supposed to be a hard-skinned beta. But even as he told himself that his omega was still whimpering from the insult. He hopped on his bike and sped, flying through the entrance gate.

He rode until he came to a sub-urban era about thirty minutes away. He slowed down and pulled into his driveway; pulling his garage key out of his saddlebag, he opened the door and rode his bike inside. He climbed off and entered the house through a side door in the garage.

Entering the house, he felt a calmness wash over him. He was finally in his safe space. No one knew he had this place, not even Charles. This was the only place he could come to be an omega. Where he didn't have to pretend to be someone he was not.

He dropped his helmet on the kitchen table and made his way up the stairs where the bedrooms were. He entered the master bedroom and stripped down, he didn't feel like showering. so he simply climbed into bed and turned off the lights. That night he went to bed with the last words Scott said to him echoing in his head.

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Re-published:  April 30, 2024, 10 am

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