Little Sheep

Mark Watts Part 5

I considered him for a moment, watching what I could of his face. He looked like he was waiting for a verbal lashing, I could clearly see that the tiny thing was terrified. I let out a soft hum, enjoying watching how wound up he was. I didn't understand why contacting his mother was so important, but I thought it would help ease the omega's nerves. A relaxed omega was far better company on the trip we were going to be taking, anyway.

"Yeah... I know a place that won't ask too many questions. You can change there too." I started the car, eager to just leave the city already. I heard a small gasp like he was expecting me to tell him no. I glanced at him, giving him a smirk that made him blush a bit.

"Thank you, Alpha." he chirped, mood swinging from intimidated to pleased. I looked over at him, the omega smiling sweetly at me. I couldn't help but admire his smile, he was a lot more cute with a beaming grin. His words slowly made their way into my brain, sighing as I hoped his formality wouldn't be an ongoing issue.

"Mark." He corrected, shrinking a bit into the blanket.

"Good boy."

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When I took him to the bar on the edge of the area that had turned into one of my safe haven in the god forsaken city, so many good memories came originated in this place from illegal tattoos to fist fights. Sure, a little rough for an innocent omega like him, but I honestly thought his reaction was going to be different. It wasn't that bad. It had character and charm, Hayden, on the other hand looked like I was taking him to a glory hole. Which... I mean, I wouldn't mind... but calling this little place anything but rusticly charming made my heart hurt a bit.

The bar had two parts, an inn on one side and the actual bar on the other. It looked slow, understandably so as it was almost noon. As I got out, the smaller bit his lip.

"Come on, kid. There's a bathroom in the bar you can use to change in. I'll grab shit for a letter." I opened his door, bracing on the frame. He looked up at me, then at the bar entrance. He almost was visibly shaking, squeezing the blanket on his lap in his hands.

"Mark... this is... are you trying to murder me?" He bit his lip, looking like he was about to faint. I rolled my eyes, moving to grab the clothes from the car. He seemed to have gathered his courage, slowly stepping out and standing next to me in the dusty parking lot.

"Are you always this nervous?" I sighed, handing him a dress and watching him wrestle with the blanket. "I guess you are an omega... I forget how fragile you are."

He looked up and frowned at me, puffing up a bit. I chuckled, thinking it was ridiculously adorable. He turned his face up at me with a look I was guessing was meant to be a glare, but looked more like a kicked puppy pouting at me. Amused, I gave his ass a gentle pat. "Come on. We don't have forever." I smirked as he went red, the omega walking inside next to me.

I waved to the beta behind the counter, nudging the smaller form to the bathroom as I walked up to chat with the man. He, of course, didn't ask questions. I relaxed for a while, both of us pausing as Hayden slowly came out from the bathroom in the light blue dress I had picked. It fit him like a glove... I cleared my throat, trying to not let something sincere slip out.

"Too bad it's not shorter." both the man at the counter and Hayden looked at me like I grew a third eye. I cleared my throat again, feeling like my cool shell was melting a bit by the pretty omega. I just needed time away from Hayden. I nudged the omega towards a chair and told him to pick food out before finding the supplies for letter writing.

I moved to the bathroom as he got settled to write, slashing my face with cold water. I stared at myself in the mirror, sighing heavily. This wasn't forever, I reminded myself. In the meantime I couldn't let his cute demeanor and soft skin get in the way of my progress of getting away from the bullshit of the city. Part of that stupid society was the whole bonding thing. I couldn't let a pretty pair of eyes get in the way of freedom. I rubbed my temples and I dried my face off, fixing my hair. I took another deep sigh, moving to rejoin Hayden.

We ate together, and I watched him slowly relax and chat with the beta while I planned our route. He was so chatty... talking about cooking and babies. Or at least that's what I was hearing as he talked. I started to pay attention a bit more when he said he wished he could sing, I pretended to be glued to the map and planning our route.

After we finished eating and preparing ourselves for the trip, Hayden made himself comfortable. He took a couple blankets to the passenger seat, making some sort of a nest. I didn't stop him, glancing at him an hour in and finding him asleep. I looked over a couple times, pretty upset with myself at finding the dreaming omega pretty damn cute. I shook my head, trying to focus on the road. I should just fuck him once and get it out of my system. It was just a standard omega, he wasn't anything special or outstanding. I sighed softly, a humming sound coming from the nest. I slowly looked over, Hayden stretching out. He looked like a kitten... he slowly nuzzled into the seat, blinking slowly at my arm.

"Al-Mark?" He yawned, making my heart do a backflip.

"Yes?" I sighed, rubbing my face. I jumped, feeling cold fingers touch the outline of the image on my bicep. I turned my eyes to look at him.

"Aren't tattoos illegal?" He hummed, wiggling to sit upright to look at my arm. "Oh, wow. Such a scary knife." He giggled, running his finger over the knife that was dripping blood on the back of my arm. I let out a puff.

"I'm not the edgelord that stole a car in the last 24 hours." I chuckled, eyeing him. He blinked up at me, not sure if he would cry or not.

He let out a giggle that made my heart skip a beat. "Careful, Mr. Alpha. I might beat you up, I'm a super hardened criminal." I chuckled, moving a hand to ruffle his hair. He let out a little squeak, tapping me on my arm. "Don't kill us, Mark. Eyes on the road."

I chuckled again, focusing as much as I could as he looked over the tattoos on my sleeve. His fingers warmed slowly, feeling over the muscle in my arm. I was surely doomed by this omega...