The Stray Omega

Inject

Mitch shut the door halfway behind him as he walked into the guest room, Scott sitting on the bed. 

"What are the kids doing?" 

"Playing in the pen. Are we going to talk or not?" Mitch said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the door. 

"Yeah, I want you to know, what I did with that Omega, meant nothing to me. I was drunk, I wasn't thinking and it was stupid of me to do. I was just, thinking about what I said to you and it just ticked me off." 

Mitch raised an eyebrow. "What did I say?" 

"You don't remember?" 

Mitch shook his head. 

"Probably too dazed from coming down. Anyways, you said our sex was too repetitive." Scott said. "That Omega was doing stupid mind tricks on me, saying it's alright to have sex with someone else every once and a while and-" 

"You thought it was okay?" 

"No! Not at all. I don't know why I did what I did. I'm sorry."

Mitch sighed. "Did you use a condom?" He asked. 

Scott thought for a moment and his blood went a bit cold. "Yes. You know I did, love." Scott stood up and crutched over to Mitch to cup his cheeks. 

"Alright. As long as you used a condom. I'll forgive you." Mitch gripped Scott's wrists and rubbed his thumb against the joint. "Just, give me some time to forget about it." 

"Of course." 

"Why don't you get some sleep? It's obvious you didn't get any last night." 

"That sounds nice. At least wake me up when the pups start napping?" Scott asked. 

"Yeah." Mitch felt Scott's lips against his forehead and he tilted his head up to kiss Scott's cheek. "I'm sorry for slapping you, sir." 

"I deserved it." Scott smiled and stepped back, Mitch leaving the room. He let his smile fall and he ran his fingers through his hair then tugged at it in a loud groan. 

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Mitch shushed Nicole as she stepped from the elevator and ushered her to follow him. The two went to the living room where the playpen was and looked into it. Bailey and Cody were sleeping together in the corner of the pen, Quinn had fallen asleep with a foam block in her mouth. 

"Awe," Nicole whispered, a smile on her face. "So cute." 

Mitch grinned and the two went to the couch and sat down. He heard the elevator dig again and it opened, Austin stepping in. "Hi Alpha Austin."

"Hey, Mitch. Where's the bathroom?" Austin asked.

"There's one down that hall to the right." Nicole giggled when Austin rushed in the direction. She shifted to face Mitch and grabbed his hands.

"So, have you seen anyone else from the shelter? Ryland? Luke?"

"You remember them?"

"Of course I do!" Mitch gasped. "I haven't stopped thinking about any of you. It's just, I haven't had time to go looking myself, it bugs me, knowing you all got taken into nice homes and I was just... Stuck at the Shelter." Mitch's eyes filled with tears.

"It was awful. When you guys left, they tested on me. I was the only male Omega there who was able to get pregnant."

"T-They raped you?" Nicole stuttered.

"No, they wanted to.. Save me for the right time. They injected their sperm into me, would see if it would affect me in anyways. I always forcefully had a miscarriage. I didn't want the baby." Mitch sniffles. "No one wants a Male Omega who can have kids. They'd get a Female Omega if they want that."

Nicole swallowed the lump in her throat.

"It's why Alphas cheat on their Male Omega's. They want someone who can't have kids. Have sex without needing a condom or birth control pills."

"Mitch, you know none of that is true." Nicole said, squeezing Mitch's hand. Mitch shook his head and wiped his tears.

"Of course it is, Nicole. That's why-" Mitch glanced over at the hallway and say Scott standing in the entrance of the living room. Nicole followed Mitch's gaze, pieced two and two together then her eyes went wide.

"Mitch, did he?"

"Come on." Mitch pulled Nicole to her feet and the two went upstairs to Mitch's room. Scott watched them leave and he guilt weighed heavy on his chest. He crutched over to the couch and collapsed on it, jumping when Austin came out of the hallway.

"Where'd  they go?" Austin asked. Scott simply pointed upstairs and leaned back against the couch in a heavy sigh. "Something going on?"

"Rather not talk about it." Scott said. "Hungry? I can start the grill for late lunch, early dinner?" He then suggested.

"Sounds good. Want some help?"

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