Little Sheep

Hayden Lee Part 4

As soon as the strange alpha locked the door to the bathroom I was quick to make a nest. I was terrified to my core obviously and sad... honestly the emotions I was feeling just required me to make a nest. It didn't matter that the alpha that was in the bathroom was someone I didn't know. I felt too many other things to be bothered about other than him. I got the nest as comfortable as I could, shivering at the cold air on my bare legs. I sat in the middle of it, still holding myself together. I glanced at the sandwich and milk I set on the coffee table, stomach growling at me. I wiggled to pick them up, staring at the sandwich. I let out a sigh. 

"Are you on a diet?" I mocked, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. It was the final blow, having an alpha I didn't know question me about my weight. On top of everything else I was fat. The tears started to spill and I didn't stop them, sobbing as I started eating my sandwich. I probably looked pathetic, crying into a peanut butter sandwich in an oversize tee shirt. It just had to come out. The horrors of the past 24 hours going through my head. I finished my meal and stood to set it in the sink, still crying my eyes out as I settled back into my nest. I curled up and let go, gripping the pillow underneath me to my chest. Everything was gone. Everything I ever worked for and planned out for myself was never going to happen. I saw the lights outside my nest turn off and I sucked in air to stop, embarrassed that I let the alpha see how upset I was.

The night was long and I didn't sleep much, replaying the day over and over in my head. As I dozed off it was like a truck had hit me, feeling all of the trauma of the day draining me. The little sleep I had was filled with nightmares, resulting in me tossing and turning. When I woke up I could smell breakfast, feeling my body react to it. I wiggled my face out from my nest, eyes puffy and red. I rubbed them gently, looking over to the alpha cooking in the kitchen. He wasn't wearing a shirt and it made my cheeks go hot. It wasn't polite to stare, but I have never been in a situation like this. In the man's shirt with him in pajama bottoms... it seemed scandalous. I picked a good blanket to walk over to the kitchen wrapped up in. I slowly wandered over, looking over the worn furniture that I was unable to see the previous night. It was all pretty messy, text books on the table and a shirt on the back of the green couch I was sleeping on. I made a face at it, amazed the only dishes in the sink was from my milk and sandwich from last night. I looked up at the alpha and noticed he was watching me from over his shoulder, I flinch a bit. The alpha was scary... he made me feel so tiny. "...good morning, alpha."

"...morning." I dared to look him in his eyes, noticing how the green stood out from under his dark hair. He didn't keep my gaze long, going back to frying whatever he was frying. "...are you hungry... Hayden?" I was surprised at the use of my name, nodding.

"Yes, alpha." I hummed softly. "May I sit?" He snorted, scooping eggs onto a plate.

"Sure. Do you want milk?" I nod again and he sets the plate of eggs in front of me, a moment later a cup of milk appearing.

"Thank you." He mumbles something and I start to eat, trying not to let the fact that they had burnt egg mixed in ruin my appetite. Food was food at this point. I ate as much as he would give me, not looking him in the eye when he asked if I wanted more. I studied my surroundings more, noticing the lack of watch on his wrist. I wondered if he was like me, a runaway. The alpha sits in front of me and I looked up at him slowly, nervous to make him angry.

"...so... why exactly did a polite omega like you steal a car?" He hummed, studying my face that heated slowly.

"I... was scared... I needed to get away..." I could already feel the tears coming. He studied me, now with less of a sarcastic expression.

"Away from what?"

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I told him all I could and embarrassed myself beyond belief by sobbing about what had happened. I noticed him begin to reach out as if to comfort me, but stopped, holding out a hand instead.

"Mark." He looked me in the eye. I hesitantly took the hand, mine much smaller in his. I sniffled, wiping my years. He hesitated, studying me before speaking again.

"...I think there's only one thing you can do at this point... I guess we're in the same boat. I've been wanting to leave for a long time, I think it would be wise for you to come with..." I played with the collar of the shirt, shocked at his offer. I thought he hated me. He should hate me!

"I... I guess I have no choice." I hiccuped, stretching the shirt out more. He watched me, the alpha saying something equally as shocking than the previous thing.

"...we should buy you some clothes..." my eyes went wide.

"Oh... I don't have any money... I don't have anything." He scoffed.

"I do. I'm the alpha, after all." He stood and I watched, completely blown away. He walked back to his bedroom and I stared at my plate, wondering what kind of weird dream this all was. I stood to put dishes away, wondering who the other scent was that lingered in the apartment. The whole home smelt like aggressive alpha and I was ready to leave.

I couldn't do much, but wait, the alpha packing his car up with supplies. Eventually he let me take a blanket and walk to the passenger seat, praying no one would see me coming from the alpha's den half naked. He eyed me, starting the car and taking off toward the mall. I bit my lip, nervous.

"A-alpha..." I looked up at him nervously.

"Just call me Mark." He sighed, watching the road.

"Mark... I don't really want to go in with only a shirt on..." Mark sighed at my concern.

"Well. What size are you?" He looked me over from the side of his eye.

"I... I'm a small." I was expecting to get a comment, but he just nodded. I relaxed slowly. "M-mark... are you sure... I don't want you spending your money on me."

"It'll be worthless after we leave the city..."

"...worthless?"

"The government doesn't want it's money outside of the city, I had to trade the city's money for the outside's money." he sighed, pulling up to park. He got out and locked the car and with that, he went inside. I sat and thought about everything, chewing on my lip. I wasn't going to see my mom again... or anyone I knew... I felt the stress of it all, trying not to start crying. I looked around, finding a pen. I wanted to write my mom and let her know where I was. I wanted to let her know I was safe... I couldn't find paper or anything else, feeling anxious. I crawled into the back seat, looking under the seats for something useful. After a good 45 minutes I gave up, getting back into the front seat. I felt it was important, resolving to ask the alpha for the tools.

I sat in anxiety, wondering if I could convince him. I looked up to see the alpha walking back with some bags in his hands. I watched as he put them in the back and got in. He looked down at me, pausing at my facial expression. He studied me for a couple seconds, I blushed as I didn't like the staring. He moved closer, pressing his nose into my neck. I let out a quiet gasp as he sniffed my glands. He hummed softly, pulling away slightly to look me straight in my red face.

"I really can't smell a thing... and you look so fertile." I turned impossibly darker red.

"W-wh-wh...?" I felt my stomach drop as he smirked at me.

"Oh, It seems you are with a reaction like that. You like having an alpha so close?" I could tell he was enjoying my reaction, unsure how to respond I decided to avoid his eyes. Mark sighed, letting me go.

"I suppose you won't change in the car, will you?" I shook my head, swallowing at being watched. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him eye my trembling hands.

"Of course not..." He sighed.

"Alpha..." I said softly, terrified of his reaction. "Can I send a letter to my mother?"