scomiche; arranged marriage (omegaverse)

two.

Mitch bites his lip as he stands outside Scott's office, debating on whether or not he should knock. He's scared that Scott will get mad at him for disturbing him.

"Is there something you need?"

Mitch jump before looking over and seeing a man with a beard and who has a very deep voice.

"Sorry for scaring you like that," the man chuckles. "I saw you standing there. My name's Avi. I work for Scott."

"Oh, I'm Mitch. I'm-"

"I know who you are, silly. You're Scott's new Omega-"

Mitch cringes when Avi says 'Scott's Omega'. "Right," he mumbles. "Um, is he... busy?"

"I'm not sure. Usually him being in the office means yes," Avi tells him. "But you're his Omega so I assume that means you can go in there if you want." He smiles at him.

"Yeah, we don't have a very good relationship," Mitch says. "I just need more suppressants."

"Oh yes. Go in there. That's very important," Avi says, nodding.

"Okay," Mitch says before nervously knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Mitch takes a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking inside with Avi.

Scott looks up when the door opens and is surprised when he sees Mitch with Avi. "Ah, yes... I see you've met one of my workers, and one of my best friends,"

"Yes... um, Sir," Mitch says, glancing over at Avi before looking back at Scott.

"Is there something you need?" Scott asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Actually, yes. I'm almost out of suppressants and I need more," Mitch tells him.

Scott sits up instantly. "You take suppressants?"

"Yes, have done since I found out I was an Omega," Mitch confirms.

"When was your last heat?" Scott asks, biting his lip slightly.

"Like, a month ago," Mitch says. "So it should be coming up again somewhat soon."

"Shit," Scott curses. "I wish you had told me this sooner."

"Well, we're not exactly on the best speaking terms, are we?" Mitch asks.

"I'm busy right now," Scott sighs. "I don't have time to go to the store. Can you go by yourself?"

"You want me to go by myself?" Mitch asks, his eyes widening.

"You said it yourself that Omegas shouldn't be accompanied by Alphas, didn't you?" Scott smirks. "You always say that you don't need anyone to protect you so now is the perfect time for you to show that. Prove to me that you can handle going out by yourself."

"Sir, that's not a good idea. I'll go with him," Avi says quickly before Mitch can respond.

"That's very kind of you to offer Avi, but you have a job to do, and that isn't being a bodyguard for Mitch. If I wanted him to have a bodyguard then I'd have hired one already,"

"Fine!" Mitch yells, getting frustrated. "I'll go by my damn self. Can I have some money at least?"

Scott rolls his eyes and then pulls out his wallet. He pulls out two twenties and hands them to Mitch. "I know you have a phone so at least call me if you're in any trouble so I can come get you. If you're heat is coming up then some Alphas will be able to smell you," he says.

"What do you know? He actually cares," Mitch mumbles as he takes the money.

"Seriously, do I need to start doing punishments?" Scott growls, grabbing Mitch's wrist.