The Stray Omega

I'm Sorry

I'm currently in Urgent Care and its been about two hours and I haven't been called to be seen. I'm hungry and my pants are digging into my belly and it's itches but I can't scratch bc I'm in public.

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Scott scrolled mindlessly through the section of penthouses in L.A and ended up shutting off his phone and tossing it on the couch out of frustration. He fiddled with his nails and jumped when his front door was knocked on loudly. He stood up and went to the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly. 

"Scott Hoying?" Asked the police officer behind the door. Scott nodded and opened the door wider, his eyes widening when he saw Mitch standing beside the officer. He restrained himself from engulfing Mitch into a tight hug and he held out his hand instead. Mitch looked up from the floor and slowly grasped Scott's hand. Once their hands touched, Mitch pushed himself forward and wrapped his small arms around Scott's torso and hid his face in Scott's chest. 

The officer smiled at the action and waved to Scott before leaving. Scott shut the door quickly and bent his knees, bringing his arms under Mitch's arms before standing upright and hugging him tightly. Mitch brought his arms around Scott's neck.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. I'm so so sorry." Scott whispered, refusing to let go of Mitch though Mitch didn't mind. He was finally back in his Alpha's arms and breathing in his scent. 

"Alpha... I need to shower... I stink." Mitch mumbled. 

"We need to talk though. We really do." Scott set Mitch back on his feet and ran his fingers through Mitch's dry and stiff hair. "I'll make a big meal and when you're done with your shower, it'll be ready, alright?" Mitch nodded and took a deep breath before making his way around Scott and into his room. 

Scott wiped his eyes and rushed into the kitchen to clean up the meal he made in the morning and started on dinner. He made one of Mitch's favorites, mashed potatoes, ranch-style beans and chicken strips with gravy. He preheated the oven as he grabbed a bag of chicken strips from his freezer and opened it, spreading the chicken on a metal tray. He put the rest of the chicken back in the freezer and went to put the tray in the oven. He pushed it in and winced as he touched one of the hot racks. 

He continued making the rest of the meal and heard the shower cut off. Mitch came into the hallway with a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. 

"Food will be ready soon. Just waiting for the gravy." Scott said. When he didn't hear a reply, he turned around from the stove. Mitch was still standing in the hallway, glancing over at his room. "Oh right, your clothes." He stirred the gravy in the pot it was in and shut off the burners before hurrying to Mitch's room. He opened one of the drawers and took out a pair of clean boxers and went to his own room for a sweater. He placed the items in the bathroom and let Mitch inside before he shut the door. 

Scott hurried back into the kitchen and made his and Mitch's plates and carried them to the dining table, setting the plates down and hearing the bathroom door open again. He saw Mitch go into his room and he followed, seeing Mitch grab one of his combs and hold it out to Scot. 

"Come here." Scott sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Mitch obeyed and sat on the bed, crossing his legs as he handed Scott his comb. Scott held onto the middle of Mitch's hair and brushed out the tangles at his ends, then brushing higher until he was able to glide the comb through Mitch's hair easily. 

"Alpha? I'm sorry for running away." Mitch spoke up, feeling Scott combing his hair back and styling it in funny ways. 

"No, I'm sorry, Omega. I was stupid and I wasn't paying attention to you at all and I want to apologize to you." Scott replied, letting Mitch's hair fall over his face as he set the comb down and tilted Mitch's head up with his fingers. "It's just when Avi talks to me, he always brings up things from the past like my past Omegas and whatnot and I just hate when he does it." 

"Who were your past Omegas?" Mitch asked. 

"Their names were Mason and Mark. Both of them were brunettes, light brown eyes, small figure, short." Scott rambled on. 

"I guess you have a type?" Mitch giggled lightly, trying to lighten up the mood. Scott chuckled and brought one hand under Mitch's thighs and brought him onto his lap. 

"Look, I loved those two Omegas. I really did, but when I Marked them, something bad happened and it all went downhill." 

"What was it?" 

"I'd rather not say. Either way, I hate thinking about those two because it just, makes me upset and I regret doing what I did to them. I miss them so so much but, what happened, happened and I can't change it." 

"I understand, Alpha. I shouldn't have been so selfish and left like I did. I'm sorry." 

"Well, I didn't feed or talk to you for a week so I understand why you would've run away. Come on, you must be hungry, little one." Scott stood up and placed Mitch on his feet, both of them walking to the table. "I promise it won't happen again." Scott sat Mitch down in his seat and sat across from him. The two ate silently until Scott spoke up again. 

"Hey, I'll make up Valentine's Day to you. I promise." Scott said pushed his plate to the side and staring at Mitch. 

Mitch smiled and finished eating then Scott took their plates to the kitchen. When he came back, Mitch held up his arms up like a child, Scott picking Mitch up as if he were one. 

"Come on,baby, let's watch some movies in the room."

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What would you have done if you were in Mitch's position?