The New Divorcée | L.S. MPreg | OmegaxAlpha

.Chapter Two.

This is dedicated to @lisajo3700  because she wanted me to update so...I did. Thank you for the compliment as well.

FYI: In this story, Harry still has his long hair and tattoos and delicious hotness, but he's a small human being. He is tiny. Because tiny, cuddly Harry is adorable.

He's lonely. That's obvious to anyone who paysthe smallest sliver of attention to the lad. He is quite lonely and quite tired and quite fed up. Fed up with his "job". Fed up with his mother who won't stop pestering him to stay in the house more and focus on finding an alpha who will care for him like she has with his step-father. Fed up with his sister, who is the perfect child for being an alpha. Fed up with his step-father, who calls him a disgrace and a whore at every chance he gets because he isn't the perfect son - an alpha. Fed up with the stares he gets when he walks around the estate - either like he's lower than the person giving him the look or he's a piece of meat just waiting to get chomped on to. Fed up with the other omega he works with in the nursery who won't meet his gaze because one) he's a male omega and two) he is classified as a whore and whenever she does meet his gaze, which is quite intense, to be honest, she can't help the blush that dusts her cheeks. He's just fed up with everyone and everything and he really wishes he could just start all over. Move to another pack. Change his name, possibly. No, he wouldn't do that. He likes his name too much. He needs it because without it, people would forget about him so, so easily.

So he'll stick to his name.

"Harry."

The omega blinks wildly, rubbing his eyes and looking up, seeing the woman he was currently working with. Her name is Amanda and she's only thirty three, her kind brown eyes could warm the coldest heart and quivering voice could mend any broken soul. Her husband is one of the Alpha's guards, so he gets to stay in the pack house. As does she now, helping out in the nursery with Harry for all the little ones to help learn about being an omega, beta, alpha, et cetera. It's currently nap-time for all the little pups, meaning Harry was setting in the corner on one of the tables, his legs crossed Indian style and a book perched on top of his crossed ankles. 

He nods softly, silently telling her to go on. She shuffles her feet, her eyes darting anywhere but to the person she is speaking to. Her alpha would call that rude and scold her for that if he was here. But that's the problem. He isn't.

"Zayn wishes to see you," she says kindly.

Harry tilts his head to the side, his long hair falling over his shoulder. "Zayn? Luna's brother? Why would he want to see me?"

"I don't know. Bryan told me that he wants to meet you downstairs in the living room," she informs him, throwing in the name of her husband who she just had lunch with, leaving Harry to watch over the pups during nap-time like usual. 

He nods his head, sliding the random ripped piece of paper he took from one of the workbooks onto the page he was reading, making sure the side with the red dot he drew on it was facing the page he was halfway done with. He gently closes the book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, one of his favorites, and sets it to the side, praying that this doesn't take long so he can get back to it before one of his students finds it and rips it to shreds.

He has to push himself closer to the edge for his feet to touch the floor so he can stand, stretching his arms above his head with a loud, but not loud enough to wake the children, yawn. He skirts around the little pups, all curled up with their Avenger or Barbie doll blankets on the sleeping mats.

He pulls his sweater tighter around his thin body, nodding to Amanda, who skirts away to do something unproductive, as he leaves the classroom and ventures down the long hall. When he reaches the living room, Zayn is already there, Liam by his side and Doniya on his lap. The two have been married for three years, sweethearts since they were sixteen and she just so happened to be the perfect Luna to the pack.

Harry bit his lip. If Liam and Doniya were both there that had to mean he was in trouble, right? He hasn't done anything new that he knows of. If they were trying to be here to tell him to stop selling himself, one) that should've happened a long time ago and two) Zayn shouldn't be here.

He delicately takes a seat on the couch across from the trio, picking at his fuzzy lavender sweater and trying to keep his face hidden.

"Harry," Zayn is the first to speak, his voice warm and not something you would expect from a guy who just got a divorce. The small omega nods, whispering his greeting. He was always soft spoken and Zayn, as well Liam and his mate, know this, so they don't reprimand him on it. "You're aware of who Louis is, right?"

Oh, Louis. How could anyone forget him? Just the name has a slight blush start to tint Harry's cheeks when he thinks about how he embarrassed himself in front of who could be undeniably the most powerful, handsome man in the entire country of England. He's so embarrassed. And even before they met, which had Harry reeling and trying to lavish in the overpowering, overwhelming scent of the man before he was gone, he was aware of the man. He was so sweet. So kind to go into the river and risk his life for a poor little omega who wasn't even from his pack.

He nods again, almost forgetting he was asked a question. "Yes, sir." He had to recall to Zayn as 'sir', since he was just an omega and the older man was a beta, but he also just likes calling people 'sir'. He calls every man 'sir', not only because he's an omega, the only male omega of the Sun pack, but because he just likes it. It's so natural and just rolls off his tongue. It's like his brain goes on autopilot as he speaks to older men."It's always 'yes'. Always 'sir'. No matter what they ask. It's a 'yes, sir'." His mother used to always tell him that when he started this whole charade.

Zayn gives him a soft smile. "Alpha has given you permission to go over to Shadow pack territory, as has their Alpha, tonight, to help him through his rut. He's alone this time, just like the other times, but I just felt particularly bad for him this time. I was wondering if you would like to help him. You don't have to if you don't want to, obviously, but it's just an offer."

And damn. Should Harry be this excited? Probably not. He was asked to help an alpha, his dream alpha, through his rut by said alphas ex-husband. And he was damn excited to do it. But, of course, he doesn't want to seem as eager as he actually is.

So he just nods slowly. "I would love to. When do I leave?"

"Now. Unless you need some time...because he said to be there by eight tonight and I just wanted you to get familar with the property and possibly get to know him a bit before," Zayn fills him in. And Harry's going to die. He's so overwhelmed and so happy and, as girlish and middle-school-dreamer-with-a-crush-on-the-football-captain this sounds, his dream is coming true.  He nods immediately. It's only two, so he has time to go home and freshen up before he leaves.

"Can I go home for a bit? It won't take long, just to get ready and stuff," Harry voices his thoughts, his eyes darting from the Alpha screaming Dominance (not as Dominant as Louis, but still) to the beta with a small smile on his pink lips.

"Of course. Thank you so much for doing this. He's just so stressed with everything going on and I'm sure you'll help and he just really needs someone right now. Thank you so much, Harry," Zayn repeats.

Harry nods, smiling softly. "No problem. It really is my pleasure." He gets up, giving a slight bow to his Alpha before skidding off to his house to get ready, already feeling tingly and giddy.

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Larry meet in the next chapter!!! YAY!!!