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47; the three c's

trigger warning: mentions of rape and abuse

Jake was allowed out of his room a few days later, and the first thing he did was march over to his friend's house, where the whole gang was hanging out. He was not happy.

"You guys are fucking sick."

Harry looked up at the sound of Jake's voice, surprised. "Hello to you, too. Care to explain why you've just insulted us?" he asked nonchalantly, examining his nails.

"I tried what you said," Jake snapped, dropping his bag down to the floor beside him. "I snapped at my mom."

Harry's lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah, we know. You went out with us after, so it clearly worked. I bet if you told your mom to suck you off he would."

"I scared my mom so badly he dropped the glass he was cleaning." Jake's eyes had started to flicker red. "Now, thanks to your brilliant suggestion, he's scared of me. My own mother will not be in the room with me unless my dad is there too. Last night, he flinched when I reached for the salt. He fucking flinched away from me. You guys are horrible people."

Kyle and Harry shared a glance before Harry looked back at Jake, annoyed. "Hey, you're the one that tried it. It's not like we made you. And besides, you just told him you were going out with us, it's his fault for getting so scared."

"He was fucking abused for fifteen years when he was younger. Physically and sexually," Jake snarled, his eyes glowing Alpha red. "He thought I was his old Alphas."

That surprised them, but of course, Kyle just scoffed. "It was probably his fault. He's clearly stupid if he thought you were his old Alphas. You're his son."

"His son that used his Alpha power over him." Jake's voice got progressively louder the longer he spoke. "You guys are sick fucking people, you know that? Just think. That could be your mom. Maybe she was in a pack of four Alphas that all raped her and beat her every single day when she was a kid, and here you go telling her to do your chores and reminding her of that hell. How can you live with yourselves? How can you do that to your own mother? To anyone?"

"Dude, calm down." Harry shook his head, snickering. "I'm just saying that Omegas are inferior to Alphas in every way. They're weaker, smaller, practically built for servitude. So why should I do my chores when my mom can do them? She's supposed to anyway. It's her place."

"You make me sick," Jake snarled. "Both of you. I can't believe I was friends with you when I have a wonderful, strong mother and a father that constantly tells me to treat Omegas with respect."

"Hey," Kyle snapped, his own eyes flickering red. "Don't go acting like we forced you to go all Alpha on your mom. You're the one that did it. We merely put the idea in your head."

"Yeah. I am at fault. But I now know that I never should've even considered the idea of using my rank over an Omega, and you guys need to learn that too. My father should all give you guys a talking-to, maybe then you'll see what assholes you are."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you're listening to your father over us. He's just jealous that he can't force your mom to obey him and you can. He's jealous that you're more of an Alpha than he is."

"My father is the best Alpha I know," Jake whispered, his voice shaking from anger, "and he would be ashamed to know that I associate myself with such pathetic excuses for Alphas. Frankly, I am too. Don't ever contact me again." With that, he picked up his bag and stormed out the door.

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A few months later, things were better between Jake and his mother. Mitch was still nervous around Jake, but he could make eye contact with him again, and he didn't flinch whenever his son got too close.