Egbert and Strider (an alpha/omegaverse fanfiction)

Heat cycles suck dick.

    He would hear all the time on TV how crazy alphas would get over the scent of an omega, depicting them as normal people who turn into wild creatures when they catch wind of an omega in heat. It was a lot more complicated than that though; there were laws in place, these were still human beings, and all the fighting for omegas had to be sneaky. When an omega was in heat, the alpha's surrounding that omega would often develop a horde mentality. Then it was just a waiting game. The waiting game for when the omega got desperate and horny enough to choose one of their little harem they would often accumulate. The alpha didn't just have to be the strongest or most attractive, it was the charismatic, sly, and strategic ones that could put themself in place on the top of the pyramid of eligible bachelors for this omega.

    John was an omega, and he was having none of that. Ever since puberty, he had flown entirely under the radar of alphas while in heat cycle. It was as simple as hiding the scent with a scent blocker, something similar to that of a flea collar hidden on his wrist, often underneath a hoodie (God bless a heat cycle that lands in spring and not the hot summer), which he also always wore while in heat. Sometimes the constant horniness was too much to handle, but as an early bloomer he'd been doing this every year since he was about 12 and had never gotten caught. Not only that, but he could keep things from being awkward with his group of friends- which were all alphas, coincidentally.

    Male omegas weren't all that common, especially among the kinds of people John hung out with. So he just lied. They all looked up to him as sort of a leader figure, and it was his responsibility to be another alpha for them- nobody respected, well, REALLY respected omegas, especially male omegas, and he was good at putting on a cheerful facade when he had to as it was, so hiding his behavior when he was in heat wasn't all that hard either.

    He pretended to be John the alpha. He hid his scent in heat, pretended to be attracted to other omegas, and sometimes even joined in heat packs for the hell of it- mostly as an observer. He'd wolf whistle and follow along with the crowd just like many other alphas, just for the sake of blending in with the rest of them. Those guys were never the ones who got laid though, it was the Prince Charming types who 'protected' the omega from all the other sex hungry alphas. They weren't any better though, John could see right through that act.

    This morning however, now 16 year old John, with the slip of a hand in early morning drowsiness, grabbed the wrong thing to put on his wrist off his nightstand when it was time to start his annual two weeks of hell. John though, wouldn't know what true hell was until he came to school with his scent following him, as an omega and not an alpha. He casually strolled to school as usual, not realizing the small group of guys and gals that was trailing behind him now. Horde mentality.

    It was only by the time that he had gotten to school that he was beginning to question the crowd. They weren't looking at him, or talking to him, just seemingly all walking alongside him and occasionally glancing at one another. Luckily the crowd seemed to disperse when he got into class, thank god. He had no idea how many stares he was getting from the rest of the class when he sat down next to his best friend, who was one of the aforementioned alphas that he hung out with on a regular basis. He muttered over to his blond companion "hey, do you have any idea why people are acting super weird today?"

    Dave "Saucy Boi" Strider had a brother who must have hated him to give him a middle name like that, and was a different animal altogether. Embarrassingly, unlike most of his friends who always egged him on, Dave was the only one who ever really shamed him in any sort of way for joining in on the heat packs, a real sucker for monogamy John supposed, which he could respect, and would probably follow better himself if he didn't need to fit in with other normal alphas.

   Dave had always shown little to no interest in omegas, to the extent of which it made John and some others question if he was truly an alpha. Not that John would notice these features, but this theory was quickly discredited simply by looking the stoic memelord over and seeing his fairly defined muscles. To put it simply, on a scale from Glass Joe to Mike Tyson, Dave was easily at a perfect ground somewhere closer towards the latter. John probably gave him too much credit though.