Little Sheep

Mark Watts Part 3

When I walked outside to find my car missing I was absolutely furious. Not that anyone could tell. I have been told I am terrifying, I don't really mind it. It doesn't matter much to me if I'm popular or not. I've always been more of a lone wolf and that's how I like it. There's never been a reason to have others around who could disappoint me.

Other charismatic alphas have a variety of omegas to pick through, distracting them from what really is important. For them it might be finishing college, for me it's getting out of this hell hole. I've been working hard to gather supplies under the radar to move out of the main city into the outer edge of the continent ever since I was able to drive a car to make my own money. There was no way I was going to beg my father for money when I was a man that could make his own. Sure stocking up was was sketchy and dangerous. But it was better than being fed lies and pretending not to notice how completely rotten the government was. I was close. So close to being able to disappear without a trace and having that car gone sent me back years. I could feel rage under my collar as I stared down the driveway. A growl rumbled in my throat, glad I didn't leave my wallet in the car.

To avoid being found out I wouldn't call police, instead I walked to the bus stop in the rain and waited to be taken to the mall for my shift. The way is long and tiresome, letting a corner of my mouth slip into a small frown. I sigh softly, putting in earbuds to drown out my mood. It always helps. I relaxed into the seat for the rest of the way, knowing I would be yelled at for being late.

After my shift I rub the back of my neck as if it would get rid of the terrible day's shift. I could only take so many jealous boyfriends and giggling omegas... I make my way across the parking lot and hesitate as I smell something, smoke rising from a field across the road. My eyes squint in it's direction. I almost walk away when I notice a bumper sticker with my university's name on it and the scuff that I got from hitting the trash can multiple times while backing out. I let out an audible scoff. It can't be... I make my way over, stepping over rocks and a bush to beat the living shit out of the asshole who stole my car.

I groan as I look over the dent in the bumper, hearing a sound coming from the back of my car. I open the door and as I move to look a round a small foot came from below and kicked me square in my eye socket. I let out a snarl of pain, covering the eye and stumbling backwards as it throbbed angrily

"Now you've done it, shithead! I'll give you five seconds to pray to whatever god you worship!" As I howled I heard a quiet gasp. I moved to grasp the car's door frame.

This time I'm more careful, looking around before settling my eyes downwards at my prey curled up on the floor of my back seat. I was pretty surprised that I spotted an omega. I smirked down at him, by the look on the omega's face I was doing a good job being intimidating. I look the thing over with my good eye, not particularly impressed. He's trembling, putting off a terrified scent. He better be considering he smashed the shit out of my eye! I move closer and he flinches, reminding me of a scared mouse. His blond hair looks messy and dark eyes wild. "Great a tiny hobo jacked my car." He doesn't speak and I sigh, reaching in to grab his wrist and ankle to haul him out since I know he isn't a threat. Then hell is unleashed as the omega starts panicking and squirming.

"Let go of me!" He sobbed, writhing and thrashing. Why the fuck do omegas keep their nails so sharp? I grit my teeth as he scratched my arm again. I keep my cool, of course, managing to pin him to the seat to stop him from drawing anymore blood. I then look him in the eye.

"Hell, no. You're lucky I'm a nice guy to omegas, princess." I growl and he goes still, knowing he is ready to break into tears. I let off his wrists slowly, not wanting to deal with a mess of an omega. I was then surprised with a fist to my nose. I let out a growl, feeling a wet sensation coming down my chin. (That I was able to respect later on.) I was ready to let the omega have it when I felt a sob go through him. I might be an asshole, but nature was nature and my alpha didn't want to harm him. Stupid, I know the twink fucks my face up and I'm left unable to do shit. I shake him instead.