The Stray Omega

Therapist

"Oh, Alpha, you're early." 

Scott looked up as he entered the office and he apologized. "I'm sorry, do I need to come back at a later time?" 

"Oh no, it's fine, please seat. My name's Linda." The therapist said, holding her hand out as she stood from her desk and walked up to meet Scott. 

"Scott." Scott smiled and shook Linda's hand before going to sit on the couch. The therapist sat in a chair a few feet away from the couch. 

"So, where would you like to start?" 

Scott licked his lips as he thought to himself. "I'm not too sure myself, Doctor." 

"Well, as I know you wanted to start this session because of your Omega? Correct? Would you like to explain your relationship?"

"It's not our relationship per say. It's just my part in it I want to fix. My Omega... He's perfect. Sassy, loyal, caring, everything else anyone would want in an Omega. I'm everything an Omega doesn't want in an Alpha." Scott started. "I'm a Savage, I have mild anger issues, I never tend to listen to reason, I cheated on my Omega once and lied about it. I... I'm not always there for my pups, not as much as I'd like to. I haven't put much into the relationship and I want to do more by fixing myself up for my Omega. I want him to fall in love with me again." 

"Well, first off. Did you ever think what your Omega might want? Ever consider his feelings or what his opinion on this whole thing is?"

"I..." Scott thought for a moment. "No, but...
He agreed with this."

"How about you call him, Alpha? I want to make sure you both on the same terms with this before I can continue with these sessions."

Scott nodded, the thought of talking to Mitch after weeks making his stomach feel uneasy. He stood up from the couch then walked out of the room as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed up Mitch's number and held the phone to his ear as he leaned against the wall. The call went to voicemail after the second ring and Scott sighed, tucking his phone back in his pocket before going back into the room. 

"He's okay with this." 

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Scott crouched down, his hands on his knees as he panted loudly. 

"Come on you wimp! We've only got a few more miles to go." Austin said, stopping and handing his water bottle to Scott who took it to unscrew the cap and take several big gulps 

"I haven't run this much since I lost my leg. Running with this prosthetic is hard." Scott groaned and looked down at his black, curved prosthetic. "It was hard just walking with the simpler prosthetic and getting used to this one is harder." 

"Don't worry, Scott. You'll get it in no time. Plus it's taking your mind off things, isn't it?" Austin punched Scott's shoulder and took his water bottle back. Scott nodded, taking in another deep breath before he pushed himself off his knees and continued his run with Austin. 

Once the two were done and back home, Scott collapsed on the couch, pulling off his prosthetic and letting it fall on the floor and roll a few feet away. "Fuck..." He mumbled quietly and jumped when a cold rag was thrown on his head. 

"Here, cool down." Austin handed Scott a fresh bottle of water and sat down beside the blond. "How do you feel?" 

"I want to rip off my other leg." Scot groaned, sitting up straighter as he wiped his face with the cool rag and then set it on his lap. He gulped down the water in just a few sips and he leaned his head back in agony. 

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"Matt? Is that you?" Mitch called when he heard the door open and close. Matt called back then walked into the kitchen where Mitch was washing dishes. 

"Hey, Mitch. What'd you do today?" Matt hugged Mitch from behind and tussled his hair before going to put up the groceries. 

"Watched the kids with Kevin, took them to the park for a bit then dropped them at the babysitter's. Nothing too much. You?" 

"Just shopping. As per usual." Matt walked behind Mitch again to put a few spices in the spice cabinet and couldn't help but notice Mitch's Mark fading away.

Matt frowned and went back to putting away the groceries. He fished his phone from his back pocket and shot Scott a quick text.

Matt: Whatever you're doing over there, be careful. Mitch's Mark seems to be going away.

Matt huffed when he saw Scott read the message then never replied. He walked around the kitchen, gathering things to prepare dinner.

Mitch grunted and leaned down against the sink counter, his hands dripping water and soap suds down the drain. Matt looked up when he heard Mitch gag and he was quick to grab the trashcan, throw the lid off and bring it over to Mitch who immediately turned and vomited into the can.

Matt cringed when he felt the trashcan get heavier and set it down, placing a hand on Mitch's shoulder as he grabbed a hand towel to clean Mitch's hands and wipe his mouth.

"You've done enough, Mitch. Go rest." Matt said, leading Mitch to the guest room.

"No I'm fine..." Mitch sighed.

"Hey, you're pregnant. Rest." Matt said, helping Mitch into the room and onto the bed. He picked up the small bin by the door and placed it by the bed. "Just shout if you need something. I'll bring some water by in a minute."

"Thank you, Matt." Mitch said, waiting for Matt to leave to sniffle quietly. He missed when Scott would help him when he threw up at random times in the day, even when he was busy. The Alpha always threw everything down to put his Omega and pups first. He missed his Alpha and wanted him back desperately but knew he needed the help he was getting.

Mitch shook his head and brought his hands up to wipe his eyes before Matt came back with a few water bottles.

"You're missing him, huh?" Matt asked, sitting on the bed next to Mitch after putting the bottles on the nightstand. Mitch nodded, his lips shaking and when Matt wrapped an arm around his shoulders, he broke down, turning to find comfort in Matt's chest as he shook and cried.

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