(M/n) (L/n) is a single parent Omega that works a local cafè. After a certain incident, (M/n) doesn't trust Alphas, and concluded he never will.
That all changes when his true mate finally finds him.
The lovely evening sky put a warm color of orange in the sky. It was a beautiful sight, and a total contrasted to the city streets below. This city was filled with so many gangs and wanted criminals, way too many to feel safe enough to have a family, but some try their luck anyway.
On the top of a flat roof of a tall building, a woman hummed a soft tune as they sat at the edge of the establishment, looking down at the distant streets and flocks of people. She had a curvaceous figure, dressed in a pure white gown that was adorned with feathers and jewels at its hems. She wore a large hat that was dazzled in black flowers and feathers. Her beautiful eyes were a bright blue, gleaming as she checked her white nails.
"I better be getting paid for this." The woman said as she moved her curly black and white hair out of her face.
'They're planted. We're moving out your way in a bit, probably in ten minutes.' A voice came through a handheld transceiver, aka, a walkie-talkie. "Don't fuck this up."
The woman hummed as she grabbed the walkie-talkie, 'I rarely fuck anything up. Don't hand your failures to me!~"
The voice scoffed, "Bitch."
"The one and only!~" She said with a grin. "If everything goes according to plan, then we're in for a good light show. I'm looking forward to this, so try not to ruin it for me..."
"As if I—" The woman immediately turned off the walkie-talkie before the person on the other side could finish their reply. She placed it down with a huff, crossing one leg over the other. "This better be good."
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A herd of black cars and trucks drove past the road in unison. The rare onlookers that set their gazes on the vehicles quickly scattered somewhere they easily couldn't be seen if someone was to just glance, while others were oblivious to the caution. The lead vehicle was the same as the rest, but that was the vehicle that people were scared of the most—The Boss's Car.
As the cars passed through the city, Alex looked out the window.
"How long do you think I'd have to wait before I even attempt to face him?" He asked the driver, his loyal right-hand man, KJ.
The purple haired Alpha didn't take his eyes off the road, only taking a breath.
"I don't know, probably a week or two? (MC) isn't the most stable Omega, especially now." KJ shrugged, "You saw how he left. He was distressed and hella scared, probably even paranoid. I know you wanna apologize or whatever, but you need to remember that he was almost killed—like a couple inches away from death! It's kinda hard for someone to look past that and just...live." The Alpha sighed.
