𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Silent War

Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader

Warnings → Werewolf AU, language

Summary → Peter and MJ having a silent war over who's more strong Alpha and you suffering in the middle.

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The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was the heat radiating from Peter on your left and MJ on your right. Since Peter had claimed you as his Omega last month, MJ-a confident, competitive Alpha herself-seemed to enjoy challenging him every chance she got.

You sighed, feeling the familiar pressure settle on your shoulders as both Alphas started releasing their scents around you. MJ's was rich, wild, laced with confidence, and impossible to ignore. She leaned a little closer, practically daring Peter with her eyes as her scent intensified, and you swore you could see her smirk when Peter stiffened beside you.

Not one to back down, Peter's own scent flared in response. His Alpha scent was different-warm, enveloping, with an edge that reminded you he wasn't just any Alpha. He was your Alpha. The room felt like it was shrinking, heavy with both their powerful scents competing for dominance, each trying to stake their claim over you.

On the other side of the table, Ned raised his eyebrows, clearly noticing the silent standoff. "Uh... everything okay?" he asked cautiously, looking between Peter and MJ.

"Just fine, Ned," MJ replied smoothly, her gaze unwavering from Peter's.

Betty nudged Ned and shot you a sympathetic look, but you were too dizzy, the strong, clashing Alpha scents making your head spin and body heat up. The temperature around you felt stifling, and your patience was running thin. You tried to ignore it, but your fingers tightened around your drink.

Peter leaned in, his hand finding your knee under the table in a subtle, possessive gesture. "Y/n," he murmured low, just loud enough for MJ to hear, "you know who your Alpha is, don't you?" He shot MJ a defiant look.

MJ let out a low chuckle, casually wrapping an arm over the back of your chair as if to challenge him even more. "You know, Parker, some Omegas appreciate strength, not just sweet talk." She tilted her head, eyeing you with a grin. "Isn't that right, Y/n?"

The tension in the air grew unbearable, and you could practically feel your blood boiling. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. With a frustrated sigh, you slammed your hand down on the table, causing both Peter and MJ to jerk back in surprise.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! STOP it, you two!" You glared at them, voice sharp. "I'm the one suffering in the middle of this stupid war!"

Peter's eyes went wide, clearly not expecting your outburst. MJ raised her eyebrows, looking highly amused. She leaned back, crossing her arms. "Well, whose scent made you snap?" she teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"It's me! She's my Omega!" Peter shot back, glaring at MJ.

"Y/n," MJ said confidently, ignoring Peter. "Tell him who was stronger." Her gaze was steady, certain she'd won this round.

You scowled at them both, unimpressed. "I'm not taking part in this shit," you snapped. The growing warmth in your chest wasn't just frustration anymore-it was the telltale pull of your heat, thanks to all the Alpha pheromones swirling around you. You stood up abruptly, grabbing your bag and muttering, "I'm going home. You two just triggered my heat earlier than it was supposed to come."

Peter's face turned crimson, and he looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor. His mouth opened and closed, words failing him as he tried to process what you'd just said.

You turned to him, arching a brow. "And, Peter?" He looked up, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "I expect you home in an hour-tops. You're going to take care of this heat... or else."

With that, you turned and left the cafeteria, leaving both Alphas staring after you in stunned silence.

A moment passed before MJ snickered, looking quite pleased with herself. "You heard her, Parker. Better not keep your Omega waiting."

Peter scowled, grabbing his things and shoving them into his bag. As he got up to leave, he shot MJ a smug grin. "Just for the record, I won, MJ. She's going to be pleasured by me tonight." He didn't wait for her comeback, dashing out the door after you, his mind already racing with what he'd do once he got home.

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A little over 20 minutes later, Peter was at your door, barely catching his breath after the sprint from school. He knocked, his hand shaky but his heart pounding with excitement. When you opened the door, he saw the flush on your cheeks and the impatience in your eyes. You pulled him in by the collar, and he didn't waste any time closing the door behind him.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and laced with possessive warmth as his scent flooded the room, wrapping around you like a protective shield.

You let out a breathy laugh, looping your arms around his neck. "Then show me, Alpha."

And with that, Peter claimed you once again, reminding you exactly who your Alpha was.

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