It was an average day for Tyrone. His days were mostly boring being that he had no mate. Everyone else had one...heh... that's what happens when you're a useless beta. He gets picked on by the other cowboys. "Hahaha, Tyrone has no mate!" Is what goes through his head everyday. Y'know; it was embarrassing for him, especially since he's 45 years young.
Tyrone was walking past shops, creepily looking at all the couples eating at restaurants. Feeling jealous, he gets on his hands and knees and gallops off.
That's when he runs into a florist—
"AA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Steven yells, all high pitched, dropping the pot of cacti. Startled, Tyrone gets up, dusting dirt off from his hands and chaps.
"Woah, sorry madam. I was busy trotting."
"YEAH, I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT. YOU SICKO!"
"Ma'am, I think you're over reacting—" *Thats when Tyrone notices that this wasn't a ma'am...hell, it wasn't even a she! It...it was an alpha...an alpha male! How could Tyrone be so naïve!!! It was obvious this florist was an alpha by the huge muscles and tall physique sticking out of that gardening apron!!
Instinctively, he gets on his hands and knees again, bowing down.
"I'm sorry, mister! I didn't mean to startle you! Just— please!— don't bully me!" He pleaded.
"Woah...what're you on about??? Oh no... you don't mean that the alpha's here...hurt you, do they?" Steven reaches out, bending over and placing his dirt covered hands on Tyrone's face. Tyrone notices how gentle Steven was...this wasn't regular behaviour for a mated alpha...
"Yessir, they sure do!" Tyrone exclaims. "Your kind is horrible to us beta's! Just last months I had to fuck a lowly, on-the-streets omega because my hormones got so bad!" Tyrone was a natural born complainer. He always had something to say, do, or complain about...*sigh*... no wonder his parents kicked him out at the age of 4. He's been on his own ever since. He's learnt the ways of the land and water, heh, some omega's even say he learnt the way's to find a g-spot!
"Oh, poor thing..." Steven mumbles. "Son, get up off your knees. You look like a fool. Let me bring you inside my house." "Son??" Tyrone repeats... no way this guy was older than him...
"Haha! Yeah, I'm 53."
Tyrone gets up, and as he was about to start following Steven, Steven grabs his hand. Y'know, for such scabbed and calloused hands...he had a way with being gentle which charmed Tyrone.
Steven drags Tyrone up into his house which was up above the little garden shop he had. He pulls out a chair for Tyrone and sits in the one across from him. Tyrone sits down, and he notices a tea in front of him.
"You're lucky I found you today. I was gonna have a fling over, but they canceled on me last minute. So, you can drink their tea instead."
And like a starved pig, Tyrone drinks it all, no second thought. Steven was a little shocked, but he wasn't expecting much from Tyrone.
