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Chapter One

This is how we were abandoned and how we were rescued.     How your surprising arrival completely destroyed my life so something new could be created.

But that's how life is sometimes,  it's unfair and fucks you over just when everything is going along just as you want it to(don't tell your father I said that word to you)  but it's okay.  I want you to know it's okay.  You survive and you get stronger, once in awhile better things come your way after you lose stuff you thought was irreplaceable.   

We are stronger now, right?   

I'll  show them what a "useless" omega can do, watch me and see.  

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By the time Yuri realized his mistake it was too late.

He'd slipped out of his coach Yakov's house intending on taking a long walk so he could think things over.    He needed to be alone.   

Only now did it occur to him that he might be in danger.  

Being alone so late at night, wandering the back streets of St Petersburg was bad enough but the fact that he was an unmated pregnant omega created a far worse situation.  He couldn't take the medications  anymore that masked his scent and the lure of a pregnant omega was always stronger.  

If he'd not been so lost in his own thoughts he might have heard the tell tale signs that he was being followed much sooner and avoided wandering so far from the main streets.  Here he was easy prey.  He knew what they thought of omegas in any case and already pregnant, unclaimed ones were called even worse things.  

Yuri heard it all, even from those who until recently had praised him and his talents as a skater.  His responses, though self satisfying, did nothing to help matters. 

Now he was running from Yakov's solution.

Yuri did not like being caged.

No tiger that had known freedom would.

"You should give up kitten,   " a voice spoke from the shadows  "Not like we're gonna stop you smell far too sweet to ignore."

"What's the worst that could happen?"  another male voice asked  "We're not gonna get you pregnant."

"Let us have a taste, don't be selfish now."

Then there was laughing, harsh and cruel and chilling him to the bone.   

Alphas could be relentless once they began their hunt.   

Yuri had made far too many mistakes lately and he cursed himself in silence for every last one of them  as he sought refuge in a dark alleyway.   Hopefully the smells  and lack of streetlights  here would mask him.   

It was a slight chance,  but it was something.  

If he ever got back they would never let him out of the house again.    At least not alone.   

"You can't hide from us forever, omega.... " a voice assured him, closer than Yuri felt comfortable with.   

Their scent was strong,  drifting to him with the cold winter air.  His own breaths too visible as he worked to calm his own body.   The night was cloudy, only occasionally revealing moon or stars, streetlights providing the only illumination and barely reaching into his hiding place.   

Somewhere in the distance he swore he heard a motorcycle but ignored it.   Who the fuck cared what happened to a careless omega anyway?  

Events over the last few days had successfully  destroyed his life and for the first time he felt lost.    He needed to escape from Yakov's unending lectures, Lilia's cold stares and his own tormented mind.   It wasn't helping him to hear over and over how careless he'd been,  how he never listened to anyone's advice and how what happened was his own fault.   

It was his fault he couldn't skate anymore,  that  everyone would know the secret he'd worked so very hard to keep all these years.   That is what they constantly told him, everyone.  

Never once did he allow being an omega restrict his path.   From the first time he discovered a love and talent for the ice he vowed to let nothing prevent him from achieving his goals.   He wanted to make his grandfather proud, to show the world that an omega could be more than what was expected of them.   

Trying to lose himself further into the shadows his hands reflexively went to his stomach, beneath the layers of clothing, beyond where he could see life was growing.  The reality of this fact  still hadn't fully penetrated his mind.   What an unexpected early birthday gift this had been.   

In a few short days he would finally be 18.

If he made it that far.

If they made it that far.  

There in the shadows Yuri thought it odd that it wasn't the voices whose sound was steadily becoming clearer now.  It was that damn motorcycle.  It crossed his mind that it could be a friend of his pursuers, causing a chill to run up his spine and make him press harder into the wall at his back.  

The soft but insistent and somewhat familiar cry broke through his thoughts, startling him more than he'd admit.  There on the ground at his feet stood a cat who had hopefully seen better nights than this as well, peering up at him with gold eyes.  The animal's presence only served to remind Yuri of what else he'd left behind.  In his absence who would care for Potya?   

He met the poor stray's eyes pleading with it not to give him away.   Part of him wanted to bend down and attempt to pick up the cat,  but the sudden roar from a fast approaching engine spooked the cat sending it away.  

The motorcycle stopped in front of him, and the rider, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans,  gave him what could be considered a cold stare.   Strangely dumbfounded Yuri thought he was incredibly cool looking.   It wasn't something you would normally think about when you happen to be fearing for your life.   Why the fuck did it matter what his rescuer looked like anyway?     Yuri  didn't feel afraid of this stranger , though he decided he probably should be considering the situation he'd found himself in.   

"Yuri, get on."   the man told him.  

The man knew his name.     How, exactly was that possible?    

"You're..."   he couldn't  find appropriate words, his mind responding far too slowly.     "What..?"

He knew that man, recognized that face and that stare, but Yuri had no idea why he was here.  It made absolutely no sense.   How exactly Otabek Altin, a fellow skater, happened to be here  right at this moment  was something he had no time to question.  He caught the helmet thrown so casually at him, hearing the angry shouts of his pursuers coming closer and glancing into the shadows beyond this man and his bike.   

"You coming or not?"  

Yuri didn't think Otabek would just leave him there to face the alphas, though he had no proof, and he wasn't about to chance it.   Whatever the reasons he was being offered an escape.

"I won't go back to Yakov if that's why you're here."  Yuri told him as he put on the helmet and climbed on the bike behind Otabek.  

He wasn't ready for that, not tonight.

"What makes you think we're going there?"  Otabek shouted at him.

For a moment he considered asking where they were going, but it didn't really matter.  

Yuri just wanted out of this situation, at this moment nothing else mattered.

He  couldn't resist giving the finger to the men so intent on taking him down as he rode away on his savior's bike, blissfully unable to hear a single protest they yelled.     

He'd think about everything else later.